Panguan

The years in between seem to pass in the blink of an eye.

Now, it is another millennium.

He hadn't seen such a scene for a long time.

So much so that even he was a little dazed when he saw the snake stepping on the fire.

Xie Wen took his gaze away from the flowing long shadow, and turned his eyes to Wen Shi.

It was an out-of-the-box and unreasonable longing in the mortal world, because the deep sleep under the seal, which was ignorant of life and death, was late for many, many years, and suddenly flooded up at this moment.

When he realized it, it was already as vast as a mountain.

When I heard it, I closed my eyes under the blazing fire, and light fell from the gaps between the eyelashes. He caught a glimpse of Xie Wen's gaze, paused his controlling hand, and asked in a low voice: "What are you doing?"

Xie asked: "I miss people."

Wen Shi: "...who?"

Xie Wen looked away and said, "Snow on Songyun Mountain."

The next moment, he hooked his fingers twice.

A pair of snow-white giant puppets flashed across the sky above the backyard, rushing in the fierce flames of the snake snake, their sharp claws soaring into the air, tearing the other giant puppets in the struggle into afterimages.

Fragments fell like stars, and the spirit of the puppet master glowed snow-blue in those fragments.

All the members of the Hundred Families followed along the formation gate, and when they leaned out from the darkness, they saw such a scene.

Almost all the puppet masters trembled empathetically, their scalps tingling. It seems that under this crushing coercion, it is their puppets who are torn to pieces.

Screams pierced the night sky.

Everyone was shocked.

As soon as Zhang Lan stood firm, she saw a huge piece of debris crashing down in front of her! A chain clattered down from the fragment, and there was a mark she was familiar with on the chain. The moment she saw it clearly, the fragment withered together with the chain and turned into dry branches.

"Ya Lin..." Zhang Lan's pupils constricted, and she suddenly raised her head to look in the direction of the scream, "Zhang Yalin!"

The puppet belongs to Zhang Yalin.

The screams were too hoarse and the original sound could not be discerned, but everyone had lost their mind to listen carefully.

"Zhang Yalin..." Wen Shi glanced in Zhang Lan's direction, and saw the normally high-spirited woman with a face like gold paper, swaying in place, and ran towards where the sound came from, but because of excessive panic, she ran too fast. stumbled.

It wasn't unexpected when I heard it, but my face still turned cold. He exchanged a glance with Xie Wen, and strode towards the back room.

Speaking of the back room, the Zhang family is almost out of shape right now.

The courtyard of the house is full of sand and stones, with cracks lying and crumbling.

They walked through the collapsed sundries and half-destroyed corridors, and saw the snake coiling around the entire mansion, the snake head poking down from the height of the roof, and the surrounding flames enveloping the entire house.

Before he got close, his skin was sore from being scorched by the fire.

Two snow-colored giant tigers maintained their offensive, standing like mountains beside the half-collapsed door.

One of the sharp claws was pressed against a person, the tip of the claw was cold and snowy, and it was almost pressing on the person's chest. It seemed that if he pressed down a little more, the person would explode and die under the heavy pressure, and his heart would be pierced.

He was panting heavily, with both hands tightly clutching the tiger claws on his chest, his fingers were covered with puppet threads, scattered messily. The face that was originally gentle and clean became flushed due to the heavy pressure and trauma, and the veins in the neck were bulged.

While struggling, the black rope around his neck slanted to the side, and a section of snow-white finger bone was exposed from under the collar.

It was none other than Zhang Yalin.

When he saw the phalanx, Wen Shi frowned again, and subconsciously squeezed the knuckles of his fingers twice.

"Ya Lin—" There was a scream from the side, and Zhang Lan turned pale in panic, and wanted to rush over.

Hearing "Qiang Qiang—" several times, a row of puppet lines was nailed into the broken wall in an instant, forming a barrier from top to bottom, blocking Zhang Lan in front of her. The coercion scattered around the line forced her to take a few steps back .

"Don't go!" Wen Shi said in a deep voice.

"But..." Zhang Lan suddenly stopped, and she opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something. Then he saw another lifeless figure beside the paw of the white tiger. That person was wearing a finely crafted silk gown, the brown-black cloth was faintly embroidered with silver, the pattern had been consistent for decades, and the embroidery was always pine shadows and distant mountains. It seemed rigid and serious.

That was her grandfather Zhang Zhengchu.

Just a moment ago, he was still holding his cane and standing in the center of the formation in the wilderness, trying to absorb and accept the spirits of the crowd. At this moment, he fell to the ground motionless, his body covered with dust, like a pile of ashes.

He didn't even look like he had just closed his eyes, more like he had been half-buried in the yellow soil for an unknown number of years.

Zhang Lan's gaze went back and forth between the group of figures and Zhang Yalin several times, and finally stayed behind the puppet line. She pinched her palm tightly with her fingernails, and did not dare to blink her eyes.

Everyone in the family was also shocked.

This scene can only remind them of one thing - Zhang Zhengchu's old body couldn't hold on, and he wanted to survive, so he attacked his own grandson and used evil methods to occupy Zhang Yalin's body.

This kind of evil method is not unknown, but it is too detrimental to morality and cultivation, and it is too contemptible. Even if you survive, every day will be suffering. They thought no sensible person would do such a thing...

Unexpectedly, one day I would see it in Zhang Zhengchu.

"Zhengchu you..." Luo Lao from Yunfu Luo's family stared wide-eyed, completely unbelievable.

"I can't tell who he is now." The Patriarch of the Yang family squeezed out of his throat, "If it's really a life-changing evil method, the moment of changing is the most unstable... No one can say for sure

He is now Zhang Zhengchu, or Zhang Yalin. "