Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

"...Huh? When did we say that?"

"Just now, otherwise why did you have to drag me back?"

"Just now? Why don't I have any impression at all?"

"Yeah...that's strange, I have no impression either."

"So I said you should eat more pig brains! You can forget about it even if you just walk a few steps. What a scold!"

The soldiers looked at each other.

For some reason, I don’t even remember what happened just now.

"Do you really need to replenish your brain?"

they muttered.

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After the soldiers entered the inn, they immediately closed the door.

The snap was extremely loud.

Outside the door, people were bustling, coming and going.

Not long after, a short figure appeared in an inconspicuous corner outside the inn.

Standing there on crutches.

The hair is white and has leaves growing on it.

The leaves swayed and his beard swayed.

It just kept falling down in such sorrow, huffing and puffing, without blinking at all.

Watching the soldiers go in, he hunched over and looked at the place they passed.

Feeling the charming and charming aura, he sighed deeply, feeling so worried that he felt that he could live for hundreds of years.

"Damn girl, I asked you not to get involved in human affairs, and you won't listen even to death -"

It's okay now, the heavenly soldiers and generals are watching from above.

Look at her, this little fox demon, abusing magic and causing harm to the world.

Even though Emperor Ziwei is currently undergoing a catastrophe and the Heavenly Court will not hold her accountable for the time being, as long as the Emperor returns to the Heavenly Court, wouldn't she—

The landlady is really worried.

The hair that had finally been restored by eating thousand-year-old ginseng started to fall out again.

Falling all over.

He leaned on his cane and sighed.

Walking towards another less crowded street, limping slowly.

Like going somewhere.

Soon, his figure disappeared and disappeared around the corner.

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night.

Night falls.

It's dinner time.

The town was subjected to endless inspections by the soldiers all day long. Everyone complained, but they dared not speak out.

I had to hide at home to avoid the limelight.

After the sun goes down, there are fewer people on the streets.

Even the children who used to go out to play have disappeared. They are watched by the adults in the family and are not allowed to come out.

The town became quiet.

Seen from a distance, it is no longer as lively as before.

Like a huge sleeping tomb, the atmosphere was solemn and pitch black.

It makes people feel heavy.

In the northernmost part of the town, near the highest point of the mountains.

The wind at night blew loudly from the mountains and forests.

It blew into the shabby straw house under the rugged mountains, and the dead grass on the eaves rustled up.

One after another, the strong wind blew away the dead grass.

It was in tatters, and the repaired door creaked in the wind.

He was swaying like a drunken old man, about to collapse.

Completely scrapped.

When the old man from the land wandered here on crutches, he felt that the wind was not as strong as usual.

The wind blowing down from the mountains was whistling, and its outlet was facing the dilapidated yard.

The biting and fierce cold wind brings with it the desolation and dryness of autumn.

It just blew through the courtyard with a sweeping force.

The environment is really bad and the location is really bad.

The old man from the land stabilized the leaves on his head and stood in front of the creaking door.