Just a quick calculation, you are a fugitive!

On the cracked land, a ragged little boy with cracked lips hid in the crowd and watched the man in Taoist robes on the altar waving a peach wood sword.

He waited from day to night.

Finally, the big raindrops fell, soaking him to the bone.

The little boy did not hide from the rain. He looked at the old Taoist priest who was still standing on the altar with shining eyes. He rushed over and knelt on his knees.

…

The old Taoist priest lay on the rocks.

The boy asked him: "Master, can practicing Taoism make you immortal?"

The Taoist priest laughed, his voice was weak but very hearty: "Is Qingfeng reluctant to let Master leave?"

The boy nodded heavily, his tender face full of sadness.

He insisted: "They clearly said that practicing Taoism can make you immortal."

"Yes, the legend says it can, but it's a pity that Master doesn't have that ability."

The Taoist priest solemnly placed his peach wood sword in the boy's hand.

"Qingfeng, you will have to walk the road ahead by yourself. Are you afraid?"

The young man pursed his lips: "No!"

"It's good not to be afraid, it's good not to be afraid, Master will be relieved."

He slowly turned his head, looked at the sky, and slowly closed his eyes.

The young man's eyes suddenly turned red.

He rushed over and called for a long time, and finally murmured: "Master, Master, wait for me..."

...

The young man returned at night, took an ancient book and pushed open the coffin. Just as he was about to share, he found that the master in the coffin had maggots and his facial features were eaten away. He was stunned and tears fell.

"Master, I'm sorry~"

After sitting for a few days, the young man looked firm: "Master, I want to change my name."

"I want to be called... Changsheng."

...

On the white jade altar, the middle-aged Taoist raised the peach wood sword.

The rain stopped and the clouds opened.

Many Taoist priests came forward to congratulate.

The middle-aged Taoist received a valuable gift. When he opened it, he found it was a beauty drum.

At night, drunk, a beauty danced on the drum.

The middle-aged Taoist priest began to linger in the place of fireworks.

…

The middle-aged Taoist priest was sick in bed. His face was pale. He supported his body and found a roll of parchment in the study room, which he slowly unfolded.

He sat in the study room for a long time, took out two gold ingots, and soon brought back a baby, then tilted his head and closed his eyes to cover the child's mouth and nose.

Gradually, the study room was filled with bound infant spirits.

The servant who brought in tea raised his head. The middle-aged Taoist priest who was coughing violently raised his hand tremblingly and pinched his fingers. The light in the servant's eyes gradually dissipated.

…

The man walked back and forth anxiously outside the house. There were constant shouting and screaming in the house. Soon, the baby's cry was heard. The man was surprised and hurriedly opened the door.

…

In the mourning hall, the young man touched the wrinkled old woman lovingly and turned away.

…

…

The young man met a girl in the mountains, and the girl's eyes were straight.

Wang Haitao was suddenly stunned: "Huh?"

Zhang Qian looked at him suspiciously: "What's wrong?"

"Why do I feel that this woman..." Wang Haitao scratched his head, "A little familiar!"

The picture on the mirror continued to change.

The girl and the young man held hands in the stilt house.

The girl became a woman, and her face gradually had wrinkles.

The young man also became a middle-aged man, and then... walked away.

"Oh my god!"

Wang Haitao exclaimed and was covered by Zhang Qian.

"Shhhhh, keep your voice down, don't affect Xiao Su's soul search!"

Seeing Wang Haitao nod, Zhang Qian let go of his mouth and asked in a low voice: "What's the situation? Do you really know her?"

"Yes, I have seen her, but she is older than now."

Wang Haitao said with some gritted teeth.

Qin Deshui and Zhou Ju also came up.

Zhang Qian was surprised: "So, this happened recently?"

"It should be, if the person I met was not her descendant."

Wang Haitao quickly whispered about the encounter with the strange old woman in a small town in the southwest border.

"She took the portrait and asked everyone if they had ever met her."

"I've seen the portrait. It was really... badly painted. You can't even tell the facial features. How can you find someone like that? I just said something to let her give up..."

"Guess what?"

Zhang Qian rolled his eyes: "Don't keep us in suspense!"

"Just because of that one sentence, she killed me!"

Wang Haitao is a little scared when he thinks about it now: "Didn't I meet Master Su on the road when I came to Cuicheng? At that time, Master Su found that something was wrong with me and drew the Gu worm out of my head."

"At that time, I thought about it. I didn't have much contact with people outside when I went to the southwest. I suspected many people and thought she was the most likely, but I couldn't be sure. Now... hehe~"

"Based on the way she was dressed, she must be a Gu woman!"

"She also lived with Master Xuan. How could she kill me without making a sound... No!"

Wang Haitao suddenly trembled.

Zhang Qian and Qin Deshui looked at him in confusion.

"What's wrong?"

Wang Haitao waved his hands repeatedly and looked at Su Chen.

The latter was still concentrating.

Wang Haitao didn't dare to disturb him and scratched his head.

His eyes fell on the mirror and suddenly widened.

In a dense forest.

An old woman met a middle-aged man.

The old woman grabbed him and questioned him. The man impatiently shook him off and was caught by the old woman's leg. A bug drilled into the man's leg. He began to curse and staggered forward.

The two ran and chased each other, crossing several mountains one after the other.

The man suddenly stopped and turned around impatiently. He didn't know what he said, but the old woman's face suddenly changed, and she opened her mouth and sprayed a black mist on his face.

The man scratched his face for a while, looking crazy. Soon his face was unrecognizable, and he could hardly open his eyes. Then he fell down.

He said something, and the old woman slowly approached, and then her eyes slowly lost focus. But soon, her finger with the gold ring moved.

…

Wang Haitao couldn't believe it, and then scratched his head in confusion.

He whispered to Qin Deshui: "Master Qin, you know more about the replacement of the soul. After the soul is replaced, will the body remember the previous memory?"

Qin Deshui: "…"

"No, I offended that Gu Po, she has changed her soul and died. Logically speaking, even if I meet her again, she can't put a Gu on me, right?"

Zhou Ju was surprised: "You were bewitched again?"

Wang Haitao nodded repeatedly.

"And it's a Gu that can control me. According to Master Su, if I hadn't met him at that time, I would have either died or become a puppet."

Zhang Qian touched his chin: "Is there a possibility... He has been with the Gu Po for so long that he is proficient in Gu techniques. When he met you, he just thought that your Taoism was weak and he could control you. It would be nice to control you and make you a servant?"

Wang Haitao blinked, and then jumped up.

"What era is it? Servant!"

"Just because you can't have it in public, so you use this method, right?"

Wang Haitao: "..."

"Don't say it, don't say it, let's continue watching."

After that, the old woman happened to meet Gu Huaisheng who was collecting folk songs in the mountains.

After successfully replacing his body and soul again, Gu Huaisheng fainted in the mountains.

The scene changed, and Gu Huaisheng appeared in Cuicheng.

In a foot washing shop, he met a Xuanshi and waved his hand.

The next evening, in another foot washing shop, Xuanshi and Gu Huaisheng met, and Xuanshi put all his things on the table.

"Huh~"

Wang Haitao took a breath of cold air.