Within Ten Meters, Fly In Situ

Xie Tingyun was in danger in Sishu Mingyuan; Yun Wan was also experiencing some sweet troubles.

She was sandwiched between Liu Miaomiao and Qin Zhiyan, one on the left and one on the right. It was not cold, but it was so crowded that she couldn't sleep at all.

Everything was silent, and a few thick clouds suddenly covered the cold moon.

Yunwan always felt something shaking in front of her face, which made her heart feel cold. She couldn't help opening her eyes, and without warning, she met a pair of small and exquisite red embroidered shoes, which were hanging right above her forehead.

Yun Wan was taken aback immediately, and slowly raised her eyes.

The woman hanging from the tree trunk by the red rope swayed from side to side, and the rope rubbed against the rough tree trunk, making weird creaking noises...

She was wearing a wedding gown with a veil on her head. When the wind swayed, she revealed a pale face, and her eyes that were originally closed suddenly opened.

"Don't go..." The woman in the wedding dress opened her mouth, her throat was like rusted iron, harsh and unpleasant, "...Xiayu Village."

What the hell?

Yun Wan didn't hear clearly at all, the woman wanted to break free from the red rope and rush towards her. How could Yun Wan make "people" wishful, and punched him with a fist—

"You are the **** ghost?!!"

Full of air, he slammed the visitor's face hard.

With a muffled hum, the world returned to cleanliness.

Yun Wan felt quite relieved, but when she turned over and was about to continue sleeping, she felt something was wrong.

She sat up, met two pairs of probing gazes, turned her eyes, and Yu Wuya stared at her gloomyly while covering her nose.

Yun Wan was immediately upset, and stared back even more fiercely: "What are you looking at?"

Yu Wuya let go of his hand, a tube of nosebleed flowed down the tip of his nose.

She was silent for a long time, stretched her neck and looked at the neck of the tree above her head, it was empty.

"Wanwan, why are you crazy..." Qin Zhiyan was still a little scared, and couldn't care less about confronting Liu Miaomiao for a moment, she grabbed her sleeve tightly, "Just now I kept yelling and beating people."

Bewildered.

But it scared a few people.

Yun Wan opened her mouth, pointed at the top and explained to Yu Wuya: "There are ghosts up there."

Qin Zhiyan: "Although your elder brother looks a bit scary, you can't say he is a ghost."

Shut up you.

Didn't you see that Yu Wuya was about to hit someone?

Yu Wuya stopped the nosebleed, suppressed his temper and didn't care about Yun Wan: "I've been keeping watch all night, and I haven't seen anyone or ghosts."

"It really is." Yun Wan was sure she read it correctly, "She also told us not to go to Xiayu Village."

Several people looked at each other and got up tacitly.

Yun Wan was stunned for a moment: "Why are you going?"

With one voice: "Xiayu Village."

? ? ?

You guys are so rebellious!

she likes!

Yun Wan also got up from the ground in a hurry, and continued to walk inside with a few people.

Passing through the dilapidated suspension bridge and the forest, a mass of mass graves appeared in front of Yun Wan.

Moonlight cannot penetrate thick clouds.

The graves were in disarray, the tombstones were crooked and twisted in the dark sky and the ground, and the crooked-neck trees grew wildly and disorderly. A wedding dress was hung from each tree. The wind blew up, and the wedding dress cast swaying shadows on the ground.

From a distance, it looks like one woman after another hanged on it, the red is overwhelming, and it has become the only beauty in this dull world.

"Junior Sister?"

Liu Miaomiao lightly awakened Yun Wan.

In the blink of an eye, the random graveyard turned into an ordinary small village, and three rusty red letters were engraved on the boulder next to it: [Xiayu Village]

"Hurry up, no one is waiting for you."

Yu Wuya couldn't bear to be urged.

Yun Wan withdrew her gaze and followed them closely, feeling a little wary in her heart.

The houses built in the village are uneven, and tribute halls can be seen everywhere, and every tribute platform is filled with tributes. It is strange that there are only incense burners but no **** statues.

A few pieces of yellow paper floated under the feet, with red ink on them, the complicated scriptures were scratched, and the content could not be discerned.

"Send the soul of the dead to Yantai, burn the paper first, send it to the palanquin;

The yellow paper ignited, accompanied by a babbling moan.

An old woman was prostrate on the ground, burning paper in a tub.

Yun Wan was the first to go up and talk: "Ma'am, are you a villager here?"

The old woman looked over, sparks hit her face, although she smiled kindly, but it always gave people a hairy feeling.

"passer?"

"Yes." Yun Wan's eyelashes flickered slightly, "It's late at night, we want to find a place to stay."

The old woman put out the fire and got up tremblingly. Seeing this, Yun Wan gave her a hand, lowered her head, her brows tightened.

"Look at your kindness, if you don't dislike it, go to my place."

She packed up her things and walked ahead.

They kept using clichés on the road, but in the end they only came up with one name—Li Shi.

Perhaps it was because of the middle of the night, the doors and houses of every house were closed, and only lanterns were lit, winding out a red stone road.

When they came to the small courtyard, the old lady opened the door and led several people in.

"You guys rest first, I'm going to get some food, they are all simple and light food, don't be disgusted." She lighted the oil lamp, and slowly closed the door and retreated out of the room.

"I always feel weird..." Qin Zhiyan shrank her neck, and approached Chu Lin involuntarily, "Senior Brother, I'm afraid~" Taking this opportunity, she buried her whole body in his arms.

Chu Lin pushed Qin Zhiyan away calmly, "There is a knot seal here, and our cultivation is sealed."

Hearing this sentence, Yun Wan's heart skipped a beat.

The last time the seal of the secret realm was sealed, the spiritual seal was lost, so this time...

She touched her forehead, but fortunately, except for her cultivation base, none of the instruments were affected.

"There's something wrong with the people here..." Qin Zhiyan lowered her voice, not daring to speak loudly, "It's eerie."

Yun Wan's eyes flickered, and she suddenly said, "What if... none of them are human?"

As the last word fell, Yun Wan put a wrinkled thumb on the table, which was accidentally torn from the old man's hand when he helped her up just now.

Qin Zhiyan's eyes widened, and she was about to scream out of reflex, Yun Wan covered her mouth tightly to stop her shouting, "Shhh—"

She nodded, her face paled.

Soon, the old woman came in with food, and Yun Wan quickly hid her fingers, her face expressionless.

"Aunt Li, do you live alone?"

While distributing the chopsticks, she said, "I have a daughter who died a year earlier." After she finished speaking, she poured wine for everyone, "I made it at home, it warms my stomach."

The old lady stood behind her with a smile, obviously wanting to stare at them and drink.

Yun Wan picked up the wine glass, covered her face with her sleeve, and poured all the wine into the wide sleeve.

"How many households are there in Xiayu Village?"

"Not many, about a hundred households."

After saying this, Yun Wan swayed and fell on the table crookedly. Seeing that Yu Wuya next to him was still standing still, the hand hidden under the table ruthlessly grabbed his sleeve. Yu Wuya noticed something and fell straight down, his acting skills were worse than her grandma's stewed pig's trotters.

Several other people also understood their intentions, and they all got down on the knees and pretended to be asleep.

Through the oiled paper window, Yun Wan saw countless torches jumping on it, and there were a few vague conversations—

"All dizzy?"

"I'm all dizzy."

"The men are sent to the dungeon; the women are sent to the palace of tribute."

"promise!"

A few tall and thick men broke into the room and separated the five of them.

At the critical moment, Yu Wuya took Yun Wan's hand and pressed his fingerprints on the Wan Zong Tu, and quickly hid the Wan Zong Tu, Yun Wan and the three separated from them completely.

Three girls were placed in coffins.

The coffin was airtight and completely abandoned the outside world. Yun Wan closed her eyes and concentrated on listening to the sounds.

It took a long time to see the light.

This is a completely enclosed palace, full of runes that Yunwan had seen before, and a strange shape was carved on the altar under his feet, with eight human faces, like beasts but not beasts; human but not human.

Yun Wan was staring at the picture seal in a daze, and Qin Zhiyan uttered excitedly—

"Senior Sister!"

"A Yan."

Qin Zhiyan hugged her senior sister whom she hadn't seen for a long time, and the fear of coming here was relieved a lot.

In this palace, a total of more than ten women of the same age were imprisoned.

Judging from the door uniforms, they all come from different sects. They must have wandered here accidentally, and let their vigilance fall into a trap.

"I didn't expect Senior Sister Liu to be arrested."

Suddenly there was a strange voice in the crowd.

The woman who spoke was from the same family as them, and she had the badge of the Supreme Court on her waist. She was sitting in a corner without haste, her words and expressions were all mocking and laughing at Liu Miaomiao.

Liu Miaomiao didn't bother to pay attention, and didn't even want to give more eyes.

Yun Wan was curious, and asked in a low voice, "Senior Sister, who is this?"

Liu Miaomiao: "Baizhu, Changxi's son-in-law."

In last year's Zongmen competition, Liu Miaomiao narrowly beat Changxi, Baizhu refused to accept, and ran against her openly and secretly, but she was persecuted by Liu Miaomiao every time to go back. As time passed, the conflict between the two increased, and they never gave each other good face when they met.

Seeing that they were still whispering, Baizhu couldn't help but be scornful: "I didn't expect your newly recognized junior sister to come too? What's the matter, you're arrested and dragged along with your family? I'm really not afraid that your sick and weak master will be lonely?" Yu Huiyuan All the disciples died, but Liu Chen, the master, was still alive. To him, this was an evil thing; it was a punishment.

Although the disciples respected Liuchen openly, they laughed and disdain secretly.

Baizhu hates Liu Miaomiao, but she knows best which words can stab her heart.

Sure enough, this remark made Liu Miaomiao's eyes instantly reddened, and she rushed over to pick up the white beads, her eyes were sharp: "Yeah, we have a family and a family, unlike your family tree where you are the only one named, here to save you!" Pigs have to mobilize a lot of people. My master is sick and weak, and you have to respect your uncle. And you? What are you? Picking a few broken medicines all day long and really treating yourself as a Bodhisattva who saves the world? Let me see Go, you are just that broken basket that filled Changxi's medicine!"

"you…"

"I'll kill you right now, and see if your masters dare to offend Yuhuiyuan because of you."

Liu Miaomiao tightened her five fingers tightly, Baizhu gradually couldn't breathe, red bloodshot eyes filled her eyes.

"Stop arguing..." The girls were already arguing in a panic, which made them even more uneasy, and someone in the crowd wept, "They are going to send us to a living altar, offering our blood to the gods!"

Liu Miaomiao finally stared at Baizhu, and let go of her hand to forcefully break through the door.

The woman hugged her knees and covered her face: "It's useless, this village is full of ancient formations, only people are allowed in and no one is allowed out, our spiritual power is sealed, and we can't break through this door at all." She swung a sword I was so angry that I didn't expect to be bounced back heavily by the talisman array on the wall.

Many people have low cultivation bases and have lost contact with the outside world for a long time. Their desperation and fear made them completely lose the power to resist.

Yun Wan ignored it and took a few steps forward thinking about the complicated formation.

"Wanwan, what are you thinking about?"

Only Yun Wan could make Qin Zhiyan feel safe, so she approached her and held her sleeve tightly.

Yun Wan caressed her chin: "I want to tear it apart with one punch."

"...?"