Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

"You are late."

"Encountered a little trouble."

"trouble?"

"It has been cleaned up."

When "Xing Catou" and his party braved the wind and rain to reach their destination-a steep down street with high courtyard walls on both sides.

The other team has been waiting here for a long time.

The lead Qiao costume is just a soapman, but when he talks with "Xing Catcher", his tone is rather rude. After getting the affirmative reply from "Xing Catching Head", he just laughed a few strangely.

"Clean? I don't think so."

Suddenly raised his hand.

Several cold lights shot out.

Done into a cluster of wisteria at the entrance of the alley.

The flowers and branches were messed up immediately, and for a while, the broken branches and vines "rusty" fell, exposing the wall covered with moss. Only then did I see that those few cold lights were actually a few feathers, which had been deeply embedded in the stone bricks on the wall.

"Xing Tautou" was not worried, yet he hadn't acted. The "Bo Tzuyu" next to him was annoyed for the first time.

"What's the meaning?!"

What's the meaning? Didn’t they suspect that not only did they not deal with the trouble, they also brought the trouble to the door.

The soapman looked at the place where Lingyu had fallen suspiciously, but unfortunately there was nothing else except the broken vine branches and leaves.

It seems to be careless.

So Pi Xiaorou answered without a smile.

"It doesn't mean anything, just be careful, just in case."

He didn't care about changing the topic.

"Have you brought things?"

"Bo Tzuyu" was sullen, "Xing Catcher" was somehow more stable and stopped him, but he didn't get the soap, and only waved his hand. The servants took out a box and took out dozens of palm-sized pieces from it. Discus, with some weird runes engraved on each of them.

Then, the two teams got busy together.

They pried open some floor tiles in the alley, buried the discus, and put the floor tiles back on.

When they were done, "Xing Tatsutou", "Bo Ziyu" and Na Soap again slit their wrists, sprinkled white blood on the ground, and chanted a vague mantra in their mouths.

finally.

"rise."

But seeing the place where the discus was buried, the starting point was a little light. If someone with knowledge of the goods sees it, they will be surprised.

In a short period of time, these arrests used a method similar to that of a left-handed door to establish an exquisite prohibition that integrates concealment, restraint, and suppression.

"drop."

The soap official pinched another trick.

The light faded slowly.

"Let's go ahead and open the net. You have to keep an eye on this opening."

"Bo Zhiyu" and "Xing Cattou" had their faces calm, no one paid any attention to him, and he was not angry, laughing, leading the people away.

The two of them were left in command of the bureaucrats for a while, and then they dispersed and went into hiding.

In the alley.

Only the heavy night and the turbulent wind and rain are left.

for a long time.

The alley entrance.

On the scattered wall of the vine.

A certain piece of masonry that had been cracked by Lingyu shook suddenly and slowly peeled off the wall.

In the vacant little brick cracks.

A little man with a finger length appeared.

…………

"Taoist's method is really different."

Not far from the streets.

In an attic.

The villain Chonglongyu grabbed two leaves and floated into the window by the wind.

Li Changan raised his hand to catch it, put it back on his face, straightened it up, and smiled at the praise of Bacchus.

Excitement is indeed wonderful.

But this method of Taoist priests is just a trick, it can be called a sledgehammer to kill chickens and overkill, just as Dionysus said, it is just a "chic".

It's not very easy to say.

On the contrary, the actions of these phantom butterfly minions are worth talking about.

He stared at the street, tapping his scabbard with his fingers, lost in thought.

picture.

It's really like.

The same slick and steady, the same reckless impulse.

Unconsciously.

The Taoist priest tapped the scabbard's hand lightly, and already firmly grasped the hilt.

moment.

He exhaled.

Along the direction of the alley, he cast his gaze further away.

That is a low-lying area in the city.

The place in Xiaoshui is rainy and densely covered with water. Such low-lying places are often flooded.

Of course, there will not be any real families living here, so the buildings are mostly low thatched houses and shabby little yards, all mixed together.

However, the surrounding areas of the depression are mostly high-rise courtyards, and the difference in the terrain makes the difference between the low and the surrounding heights more conspicuous.

In Li Changan's eyes, this depression is like a bag, the street and alleys are one of the mouths of the bag, and the depression itself has become a perfect trap for ambushes.

What's more coincidental is that a large number of hands are buried in the depression.

Taoist priests followed "Xing's head" as soon as he was almost here. When he suddenly discovered this, he was shocked, thinking that he was embarrassed by the evil deeds of the monsters and fighting with the air. The ambush was not directed at oneself.

Bacchus exclaimed fortunately and urged Li Changan not to die again.

The Taoist priest still decided to stay.

He is curious.

Inferring from all the signs, the illusion has fallen into the hands of the phantom butterfly.

So who is it to deal with such a big battle?

Li Changan's gaze crossed the heavy rain and landed on a small courtyard with lights in the depression.

If the depression is a trap.

Then according to the arrangement, the person or demon in that yard is probably the bait.

…………

The night is getting deeper.

There was still a faint light in the house of a poor person.

The fire was dim.

A young couple was crying while holding their baby.

"Why do we always suffer like this."

The wife gently shook the baby in her arms, tearful and sad.

The husband's eyes were red, but he could only sigh faintly.

The town has not been peaceful lately.

The county government also enacted a curfew for this, and strictly ordered doors and windows to be closed at night, and no entry or exit was allowed.

Rumors from the neighbourhood are that some demon is committing crimes everywhere at night.

The husband didn't care much at first, and thought that whether he was a demon or a gangster, he wouldn't be able to find poor people like him. He even complained a little, thinking that the curfew had reduced his work and his wages. Even if he saved a penny or two every day, he could exchange some eggs to help his wife.

But never expected.

The head catcher unexpectedly found his house and gave the family a thunderbolt-the demon is eyeing his house, and soon, he will come to take the heart and soul of his whole family.

Although he has married a wife and had children, he is still only a decade old. How can he teach him not to be in a mess when such unwarranted disasters are suppressed.

But he was the head of the family after all, so he had to put on courage to comfort his wife.

"Do not worry."

"The head catcher said, he has arranged the troops, and invited an expert like Feng Daochang to help out, and he will definitely protect us."

"It's late at night, you're not well, let's go to sleep."

Turn off the oil lamp.

The couple fell asleep with a stomach full of thoughts.

But for a while.

The adults are quiet, but the children are "wow" noisy.

"What about bedwetting?"

"No."

"Perhaps I woke up hungry."

"Well, breastfeed him now."

"Sleeping confused?"

The husband laughed and cursed.

My family is poor, and I usually get hungry and full, and my wife’s bones are already thin. Where does the milk (harmonious) water come from?

I remember that there was still a small half bowl left on the stove.

He stood up and got up, took up the oil lamp, turned out half of the bowl, warmed up a little, and carefully brought it back to the bed.

Bean-sized lights can't provide much light.

The husband saw his wife's fuzzy figure sitting up, holding the child on his chest, and leaning on the bed.

In the dim, there is a clear sucking sound.

Get closer.

In the dim light, the wife's clothes were half untied, and her sallow cheeks were dizzy (harmoniously) red at this moment.

She stared at the child in her arms, with a slight smile on her face.

"Look, our children are so fragrant."

The husband couldn't help but be infected by this smile, and he approached quietly.

"You rest first, and I will feed it..."

The words stuck in his throat abruptly, and his pupils suddenly dilated, staring at the infant "child".

His short hands and feet, a wrinkled face, and sparse and soft hair are what his child looks like. But the little mouth that only called "Mom" but not "Dad" turned into a weird mouthpart, like a sucker enlarged by a leech.

He was firmly attached to his wife's thin chest, and with the sound of sucking, blood flowed on the face of the "baby".

"Crack."

The pottery bowl was frightened, dropped his hands and fell to pieces.

The movement alarmed the blood-sucking "baby", but the ignorant pupils suddenly shrank into needles, shimmering with scarlet light, and turned around suddenly.

The husband only felt that he was punched in his heart, and the words stuck in his throat finally turned into a scream, tripped under his feet, and fell on his back.

But just because of a fall, he discovered that a woman in a plain red dress crouched on the beam of his house, wearing a weird ghost mask, jumped down, the red dress floating, her hands short. Jian Tun (harmonious) spit out cold light, like a group of ghosts floating towards the wife and daughter on the bed.

The man fell into a continual panic, unable to speak, unable to move, and watched the man rush down.

But wife...

"Don't kill my daughter."

The wife obviously kept her head down, but she didn't know from which eye she spotted the ghost-faced man above, howling and leaning over, facing her rugged and thin back to Jian Feng, but she shielded the "baby" ( Harmony) under.

pity.

The ghost face man's sword did not hesitate at all because of this, but only slightly adjusted the blade to penetrate the woman and the child who had turned into a demon in her arms.

"Lady! Don't!"

The husband woke up from the panic, and quickly jumped on to block the sword.

But the ghost-faced girl's body style seems to be slow and fast. If he uses both hands and feet, how can he catch up?

But something can catch up.

It was a bird with flames as its feathers, and it came with a sharp cry and electric shot.

The ghost-faced girl had to stop for a while, swung her sword to kill the firebird, her skirt fluttered, and floated towards the "baby". The husband, who closed his eyes and stood in front of his wife without any scruples, still had a sword. Stabbed.

"The temptress dare!"

The door burst open, and a round-faced Taoist stood at the door. With a wave of his sleeves, countless firebirds swarmed in.

The ghost-faced girl had no choice but to turn back and avoid.

Can be the next moment.

The window panel was suddenly smashed, and a cold-eyed knife man carried a cloud of snow and swept over.

The ghost face girl's body is really ghostly, like a cloud of fog, like a gust of wind, and Ling Xu flickers and moves whenever there is nowhere to borrow.

But this house is too small.

Under the combined urging of Daoguang and Firebird, there was no room to dodge, and he simply pulled away and swayed, smashing out of the roof.

Also at this time.

There were killings all around.

The entire depression is like a basin of boiling water.

Countless soldiers with knives, guns and nets swarmed out from every house.

Especially somewhere high.

More than a hundred Zhang Qiang nu is ready to go.

The man dressed as a military official next to him waved suddenly.

"put."

In an instant.

Arrows are like rain.

…………

"The demon girl is here!"

The chaotic shouting was accompanied by a jumble of footsteps.

"Quickly open the net."

In an alley in the depression.

A few snares were thrown in randomly from the other side of the wall.

Immediately.

I saw a red shadow sticking out, crashing into the crowd that came to be surrounded, a little burst, did not dare to stay, before more ambushes surrounded, fled in embarrassment.

Ghost face, dagger, plain clothes, red dress, who else in Xiaoshui besides Yumei?

It's just that her current state is really embarrassing, not to mention that she was covered in blood, and there was a short arrow stuck in her shoulder blade. It was because she was injured by the nu array when she wanted to escape over the wall.

Fortunately, although this depression became a trap to trap her, the complex terrain brought about by the chaotic residential houses gave her room to deal with.

Yu Mei took off the shattered ghost face, gritted his teeth and pulled out the short arrow. In addition to the **** smell, the arrow had a special herbal smell.

That's right.

The arrow is poisoned!

Feeling the weakness and heaviness of the body, and listening to the noise coming closer and closer, Yu Mei knew that she had run out of time.

Honestly.

In normal times, she can use her skills and spells to play with such a mob among her palms.

But tonight, these crowds are mixed with many "strange people and strangers", who can often see through her deeds and blindfolds, and bring everyone to come and round her up.

In all likelihood, her injuries were due to these people, but fortunately, these people seemed to intend to capture her alive, so whenever she was in desperate situation, she could still escape desperately.

But such opportunities are running out.

At this time, not only did she feel the weakness of her body, but her mind gradually became a little groggy.

She silently moved her finger to the wound and pressed it hard.

Hiss~

The sharp pain cleared the mind a little.

She remembered that she had ventured to jump on the roof before, and before being driven down by the nu arrow, she saw an alley on the south side, a steep down street with high walls on both sides.

Deployed over there, the people responsible for interception seemed to be anxious to do their jobs, and they also participated in the round up lively.

In this way, that alley has an opportunity to take advantage of.

…………

The killing sound blew at the far end.

The streets are so quiet that only drizzle is blowing.

In the courtyard behind the high wall next to it.

"Xing Catcher" crawls in the corner, his body shape almost blends with the shadow, like a spider, patiently waiting for the bait of the prey.

finally.

The brass bell in his arms rang suddenly.

Got the bait!

Without thinking about it, he rushed out of the hiding place, carrying the same figure of "Bo Tzuyu" and a team of government officials, over the high wall, and jumped into the alley.

At first glance.

I saw several groups of strange red lights on the bluestone slab in the alley.

That is the scene of the magic circle being triggered.

The tension in his eyebrows relaxed slightly.

Second glance.

The center of the circle was covered with many layers of thick silver floc.

That was the silver screens spit out by the organs connected to the magic circle. These screens were extremely tough, and it was difficult to cut them even with a good sword.

He couldn't help grinning from the corner of his mouth.

Got it!

But when he opened the silver wire mesh, his face froze suddenly.

What's in the net is not Yumei, or even a person, but a big box made of bamboo slats.

Bamboo box?

How is it a bamboo box? !

Just when he was surprised, there was another abrupt and faint sound behind him.

"The wind comes."

Huh~h~

It was a strong wind rising from the ground.

咻~簌~

This is raining like arrows.

Only for a moment.

It was as if the sky was full of gusts of wind and rain, squeezing into this deep alley.

It's so heavy that people can't straighten their waist, they can't hear the sound, and they can't open their eyes.

Just now, all the loud shouts and kills were covered by the sound of the wind; barely opened his eyes, only the rain was flying. It seems that the inside and outside of the alley have been isolated into two worlds.

Those dull-looking yamen have long been swayed, only "Bo Ziyu" and "Xing Cattou" stood upright, already on guard for twelve minutes, looking fierce and looking at the sound of the alley. .

The visitor didn't mean to conceal anything.

But seeing the wind and rain, a tall figure strode forward.

He wore a long fur coat, and the hat on his head was very low. He couldn't see his face clearly. He only saw the brown-yellow beard on the lower jaw, and a pair of faintly cold eyes.

"Who came? What do you want?!"

"Xing Catching Head" stopped the eager "Bo Tzuyu" and yelled.

Yinke did not answer, but continued to approach with strides.

The long sword in his hand that was "Qiang" unsheathed, but he clearly told the other party what he was coming for-a fight in a narrow road.

"What nonsense with him? Ask if you win!"

"Bo Tzuyu" had no patience anymore. He suddenly fell on all fours, his public uniform was torn apart by the suddenly swelling body, like a beast, he swooped towards the guest.

"Xing Catcher" also turned into a sharp image, his head turned into a ferocious bird's head, and mosquito smoke came out of the sharp long beak, but hesitated to follow up.

He was a little puzzled, and even some inexplicably uneasy.

It stands to reason that the entire illusion has been controlled by them.

The only uncontrollable factor-Yu Mei has fallen into a carefully prepared trap.

But who is this uninvited guest in front of you?

soon.

His doubts were resolved.

It was a blue light rising from the opponent's sword, dimly like a dream, but the cold made his bones chill.

He recognized the sword light.

Know the master of Jianguang even more.

"Li Xuan..."

Before the exclaim, Jian Guang rushed forward.