Shen Qingqing seized the opportunity and swung the soul ruler to throw out a golden light. The golden light hit the door and made a loud roar. The red door shook violently, but it did not open.
When the attack failed, she concentrated her energy and struck out another golden light.
"Boom!"
Another loud bang, this time it worked!
The ghost door opened wide, and countless streams of green air surged out of it. The cold air that hit her face forced Shen Qingqing to stagger. When she calmed down and looked up, a kid had already been sucked into the ghost door by the airflow.
The air currents gushing out from the ghost gate are like pairs of big hands, and like chains. After sensing the wandering ghosts, they immediately climb up and pull them into the ghost gate domineeringly.
The sound of pounding rain was gradually replaced by the miserable wails and screams of the little ghosts. All the little ghosts surrounding Meng Yuan were dragged away by the airflow, and even the old ghosts hiding behind the clouds were not spared!
It drooped its severed head again, stared with red eyes, and asked Shen Qingqing unwillingly: "Who are you?"
"What is your relationship with that old man Xuan Xuzi?"
Shen Qingqing smiled sweetly, "What, you still know my master?"
The old ghost screamed like crazy.
Not only do they know each other, they actually have a sworn hatred!
If that old man hadn't intervened in the first place, Daqi's empire would have been his!
Now he has been anonymous for more than ten years, planned everything, and just before he saw it, he fell into the hands of an old apprentice. How could he be willing to do so?
"Xuan Xuzi, Shen Qingqing, if one day I can leave the underworld, I will definitely skin you two master and disciple alive!"
"Anyone will say harsh words, but you have to have the ability to come out."
Shen Qingqing flipped the soul ruler carelessly, lowered her eyebrows and said with a smile: "Burn my pet's yellow hair, scratch my man's face. Chen Qiankun, you deserve to die!"
She suddenly raised her head, the light in her eyes was frightening, whoosh, whoosh, dense golden light flew out from between the ruler blades, instantly turning the old ghost into a honeycomb briquette!
Soon, the little ghosts that poured out of the black hole were cleared away. Shen Qingqing braved the cold air and walked to the ghost door, closed the red door, and took off the talisman attached to the door.
The moment the last talisman fell, the two clusters of ghost fires were extinguished, and then the vermilion ghost gate disappeared into the thick black mist.
It was still raining, but the sky was no longer as gloomy as before, and there were faint signs of clearing in the southeastern sky.
Shen Qingqing held the soul-suppressing ruler, turned around, and walked towards the man standing in front of the crowd, covered in blood.
The raindrops hit her forehead and splashed away. The fine water droplets hung on her eyelashes, dyeing the man's figure into a hazy ink painting. The thick black and bright red blended together, leaving a mark on her heart.
.
"Meng Yuan."
She whispered and stretched out her right hand to him.
"I am here."
Meng Yuan stepped forward and held her hand, clasping their hands together. Only then did he realize that her hand was frighteningly cold, and her face was bloodless and pale.
His heart tightened, and he quickly pulled her into his arms, rubbed her cold forehead with his chin, and asked softly: "Is it cold? Can I carry you home?"
Shen Qingqing squinted her eyes and said in a low voice: "You have been scratched into a mural by a ghost, can you still hold me?"
"certainly."
Meng Yuan answered quickly. After speaking, he bent down and picked her up.
Lin Ziyan and others stood guard at the gate and looked at the two of them nervously. When they saw them coming, they quickly stepped forward and asked, "Are you okay?"
"We'll talk about it later."
Meng Yuan responded lightly, without stopping, he carried Shen Qingqing into the bedroom.
Shen Qingqing leaned against the bed pillar with half-closed eyes and waved to him, "I'm a little tired and want to take a nap."
Meng Yuan leaned over and rubbed her face, and said warmly: "It will be more comfortable if you change into clean clothes before going to sleep."
With that said, he turned around and took out a piece of washed clothes from the cabinet and put it next to Shen Qingqing, "Change, I'll go out."
Shen Qingqing moved her arm, but it was limp and couldn't use the strength, so she retracted it again and muttered: "I'm too lazy to move, please change it for me."
Meng Yuan was startled, his eyes unconsciously falling on her slender waist, "Shall I change it for you?"
"It's fine if you don't change. Let's talk about it after you wake up."
Shen Qingqing moved inside and fell asleep on the pillow.
Meng Yuan looked at her wet clothes for a long time, then sighed, with a helpless expression mixed with some inexplicable nervousness.
He turned around and closed the door, went back and wiped the water stains on her temples, and said hoarsely: "Then I will change it for you?"
Shen Qingqing said "Yeah" without even opening her eyes.
menu
Then I started taking action.
The weather in Ningyang County is not particularly cold in early winter. After taking off the heavy outer robe, there is only a white middle coat left. Because it is stained with water, the thin layer of clothes is almost transparent.
He immediately caught a glimpse of the lotus-colored bellyband on her body, which was vaguely embroidered with a lotus flower. The pattern seemed to be the same as the lotus flower that she had been pestering him to draw a few days ago.
Meng Yuan's heart seemed to be scalded by flames, and the heat suddenly rose from his heart to the back of his ears. The heat made his hands tremble slightly, and he could hardly hold things.
Meng Yuan, can you have some potential?
He cursed himself silently in his heart, put aside those inappropriate and charming thoughts, and quickly helped her change her clothes and tie her shirt. The moment he tied her shirt, he seemed to have completed a huge project. He leaned against the bed and grew taller.
Breathe a sigh of relief.
Shen Qingqing had already curled up in bed and fell asleep. There were hundreds of people outside waiting eagerly. He reluctantly glanced at the sleeping girl. He really wanted to hold her and have a good sleep, but unfortunately he couldn't now.
He found himself a set of clean clothes and put them on quickly. The wounds on his body no longer bled, but they still hurt badly. He gritted his teeth and endured it.
When he opened the door, he was instantly surrounded by the people who had been waiting for a long time.
Yuan Xudong asked eagerly: "Why are you the only one coming out, where is Qingqing?"
Meng Yuan glanced at him expressionlessly, "Call Mrs. Meng."
"Oh." Yuan Xudong was speechless, "What about Mrs. Meng?"
"She is tired and needs to rest." Meng Yuan looked at the scattered corpses outside the door and rubbed his brows tiredly, "Let's count the number of people. Send the injured to the doctor, and leave the others to clean up the corpses."
Lin Ziyan nodded, "I'll make arrangements immediately."
As he spoke, he glanced at the scars on Meng Yuan's cheek and neck and asked, "What about you, do you need to rest for a while?"
"No need, I can still hold on."
Meng Yuan stepped out and said, "Please clean it up as soon as possible. Don't scare the children in the village."
"Where are the people hanging from the rafters? How to deal with them?" Yuan Xudong pointed to the crooked row of "bacon" above his head.
Because they were covered in human skin, they escaped by chance, but they were all frightened by the scene of the door to hell opening wide, and now they are curled up and shivering. This chapter has been completed!