Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

That night.

Shuiyueguan Shentang.

The divine hall was dark and empty, there was no **** or Buddha, only a huge shadow entrenched on the altar.

The light is dim, and the shape is unclear.

"Where is the Huai Yao?"

A hoarse voice belonging to an elderly woman rang from the shadows.

The soapman squatted under the hall, not facing the domineering "Xing's head", like a chicken who just came out of his shell, buried his face in the floor tiles, and dared not move.

"The child is not doing things well, so Yu Mei gets rid of it, but..."

The voice was not interested in listening to his defense.

"Where are the two Bo Ziyu?"

The soapman trembled all over and buried his face deeper.

"died."

There was a moment of silence in the darkness.

The voice suddenly laughed.

The soap official still didn't dare to look up, but he heard the laughter getting closer and closer, and it sounded almost on the back of his neck.

He was already limp and turned into mud. He didn't dare to move, only two rows of teeth shuddered and collided unconsciously.

finally.

"Fine."

The laughter stopped abruptly again, and the voice returned to the altar.

"Anyway, it is Yu Zhenren who personally ordered it, it is inevitable that he has some magical powers."

"I'll write it down for the time being this time, I'll do something better in the future."

The soap official is as amnesty, but he is bold.

"That Yumei?"

"It's okay, it's just an idle boy. After the Bacchus Festival, everything will be in your hands!"

"Get down."

The soapman did not dare to stay, arched back and walked out.

The door opened and closed.

It coincided that the rain disappeared.

The moonlight coldly shone into the shrine.

Outlining the appearance of the group of shadows, it was originally a huge butterfly.

When the moonlight dazzled, bits of light shattered on the butterfly's wings, like the Milky Way hanging upside down, like the wings of a sky.

It is Hundred Fantasy Butterfly.

But what was different from the previous one was that the Hundred Fantasy Butterfly's head at this time was actually embedded with a human face, an old female face, and a face indistinguishable from Yu Mei.

There was a strange look on his face.

The upper half of the face was hollow and sluggish, but the lower half of the face was filled with a smile like occasionally, and even more opened his mouth and said:

"I don’t know if you are in a trap or protruding from a heavy siege, can you still overturn my carefully arranged backhand? Yu Zhenren, Yu Zhenren, it seems that there is still not enough frankness between the two of us. I need your illusion to survive, and you also need me to maintain it. Illusory, we both benefit if we cooperate, so why do you have to struggle for nothing?"

The laughter echoed in the dark hall.

Yu Mei's hollow eyes also seemed to gush out a trace of expression.

But soon disappeared.

Turned into a line of blood and tears

Flowing along the wrinkles.

...

When Yu Mei woke up from a coma.

I found myself at the bottom of a huge round well-shaped building, with a spiral channel hewn on the surrounding stone walls.

Yu Mei recognized this place.

Or say.

Everyone who has been to Xiaoshui should recognize this place.

This is Bacchus kiln.

only.

Why am I here?

For a moment in a daze.

She immediately remembered that she had been ordered to investigate an incident involving a monster in Xiaoshui, but her boss was also a contact person, but there was no news. Until tonight, a letter was suddenly sent, ordering her to go somewhere to assassinate a child who was about to be demonized before Haishi tonight.

Time is running out.

There is not little preparation time.

When she arrived in a hurry, but didn't want to, it turned out to be a trap.

The connector rebelled? Or is it controlled by a demon?

Yu Mei's complexion was condensed.

These two possibilities actually only mean one thing, and that is she is in a dangerous situation and is helpless.

But.

Why would he be in the Bacchus Kiln?

The sequelae of the poisoning made the brain a little slow, thinking hard, the fragments of memory were put together.

She remembered.

The night rain is precarious, and the killing sound is high. At the risk of being pierced by a thousand arrows, he climbed up and looked around, and finally caught a glimpse of the gap between the encirclement, and found a ray of life.

But when he really got out of the siege and fled into an alley. However, he found that there were corpses lying on the road, and there were some monsters, and on top of the corpses stood a swordsman...

"you're awake?"

Yu Mei looked back in horror.

Only then did I realize that the person in the clothes in the memory was actually squatting next to her.

She touched her waist subconsciously, but grabbed a hole.

"Are you looking for this?"

The opponent handed a sheathed dagger.

Without thinking about it, Yu Mei grabbed the hilt of the sword with his probing hand. Immediately, a flash of bright sword light blazed and wiped it towards the guest.

But the guest had long since retired.

Yu Mei chased her with sword without hesitation.

Regardless of whether the opponent is good or bad, as a spy, controlling him first is obviously the first choice.

However.

Maybe it was the injury dragged down, maybe the opponent blindly dodges, Yu Mei robbed more than a dozen swords in a row, but didn't even hurt a corner of the opponent's clothing, but he affected the injury and stared at Venus.

Glancing at it, it seemed as if a novice with a sword was being played by a veteran.

Knowing that things cannot be done, Yu Mei immediately held a sword to defend himself, the other party did not pursue, just smiled:

"Tangtang picks up the landlord and the town governor to inspect Yu Mei. That's how you thank the savior?"

Pick up the landlord?

what?

Although Yu Mei didn't know what the other party was talking about, she was shocked by an inexplicable sense of shame.

This feeling was quickly suppressed by her, she was even more weird, or more vigilant, why did the other party know her identity, and why did she want to save her?

"Who are you?"

Such a simple question evoked a long silence.

The Yinke thought for a long time, but instead he opened up a question that was as inexplicable and irrelevant as the "Jie Tian Lou Zhu".

"Have you heard the croaking of frogs?"

...

Of course, the guest is Li Changan.

When he solved the group of frightened fakes, Yu Mei suddenly popped out and fell in front of him.

The Taoist priest rescued Yu Mei, took it to the Dionysian Kiln, and treated her roughly.

As for why not leave.

the reason is simple.

Li Changan felt that he needed a helper.

And Yumei is the only choice.

Yumei is different from other monsters in the environment.

Those monsters who were captured by Zhenren Yu were all cannibals and were burdened with heavy debts.

But Yumei was different. She was just a locust tree that had grown a little bit wise due to the age, and was enlightened by Yu Zhenren, and became the Zhenfu Secretary in the fantasy realm to secretly explore Yumei.

Her hands have never been contaminated with real human blood.

And as the "tomb-keeper"-the guardian of the illusion, she is also different from Yumei Vine Demon. Yu Mei was portrayed as the appearance of Yu Zhenren in his later years, an old man at sunset, nostalgic for his homeland and conservative; Yu Mei was a young man who acted narrowly but sharply and dared to make decisions when he was young.

The personalities of the two determine that their attitude towards fantasy is definitely different.

certainly.

What's more.

The Xiaoshui Fantasy Land has been occupied by the Hundred Fantasy Butterfly Dove.

She actually has no choice.

So the only question: How can Li Changan convince Yumei, who plays the role of Yumei, that the world she lives in, her past, her identity, and even her love, hatred, and enmity are all dreams woven by others?

...

The likes and dislikes of women are unreasonable.

Especially wayward women.

For example, Yu Zhenren is a strange woman. She is not afraid of dead people, she is not afraid of monsters, and she doesn't care about snakes, insects, rats and ants, but there is only one thing that is disgusting-frogs.

I said earlier that when this Taoist real person created the Xiaoshui illusion, it was his own temperament.

So her aversion to frogs caused a problem.

That is the Xiaoshui in the south and the lush Xiaoshui, in the late spring, there are actually no frogs and toads.

This really puzzled Li Chang'an. Roasted frogs are easier to eat than stewed mice.

...

Frog croaking?

Yu Mei is inexplicable.

Who has never heard of it... Her ears move, and the night is quiet, because it is quiet, so the usually overlooked sounds are especially obvious, the whimper of the wind, the mooring of the water, the occasional human voice and dog barking, and that continues uninterrupted The sound of insects, but there is no sound of frogs alone.

Yu Mei was silent for a while.

"What's the meaning?"

She knew that the other party asked about "frog sound", but it was not as simple as "frog sound".

"If you really want to know."

Li Changan breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he had at least made a good start.

"Relax, don't resist."

After that, press your palms together.

"Snapped."

Yu Mei was startled, and what he saw around him suddenly became blurred.

There was still a force deep in the void, pulling her to some place.

This force is not strong.

Even though she is seriously injured and weak, she can use her mana to easily break free.

As the secret agent of the Zhen Fusi, especially when she has just been betrayed, her vigilance will not let herself be at the mercy of a stranger.

But.

That ridiculous question.

"Have you heard the croaking of frogs?"

But it was firmly pressed in my heart.

She pursed her lips, and finally gave up resistance.

Next second.

What I saw around him became clear again.

She found that she was still in the Bacchus kiln, except that the steep and smooth stone walls were now covered with vines, flowers and plants, and birds prancing in the meantime, looking for insects on the bottom of the leaves.

She lifted her face.

Sunlight casts down from the mouth of the kiln which is no longer covered.

It's dazzlingly bright.

Just a moment.

Already changed the world.