In a daze, I felt a vague pain in my head.

Lu Liangsheng opened his eyes slightly from the darkness, as if he was lying on the back of a donkey. The night wind whimpered by his ears, and there was a floating figure on the side of his slanted gaze.

"Nie Honglian?"

In the dim forest, the figure's skin was like light smoke, gradually condensed into grace. He turned his face and looked at Lu Liangsheng who woke up. A dimples appeared slightly on his cheek, and a light blessing gift was given.

"It's the slave."

Lu Liang moved vividly, his hands were weak, and he almost fell off the donkey's back. He had to retract and breathe heavily against the donkey's neck.

"......How did you come to my house..."

"After you avenge me that day... I have nowhere to go, and I want to follow Lu Lang and maybe repay some kindness."

"Don't call Lu Lang, it sounds a bit awkward."

Nie Honglian waved her sleeves and covered her mouth and chuckled, floating closer: "Then call you young master. I didn't expect you to be so old and I've always called you Mr...."

"I'm one year younger than you... It's up to you."

The old donkey went down the mountain road and finally stabilized. The clouds floated away, revealing the cold crescent moon, overgrown with weeds, and the ground buried in the troubled times seemed to be plunged on silver frost.

Lu Liangsheng tried to mobilize his magic power, and what he heard was the pain of meridians pulling like exhaustion. He could not feel the existence of magic power in his body, just like the entire empty pottery jar.

I gave up urging the old donkey to slid into a talisman, and continued to lie down with compromise. It would probably not take long before I could return to Lujia Village.

The moonlight shone around, Lu Liangsheng stared at Qingli's side face, hesitated for a moment, and said softly: "I heard from my master that you...if you...if you kill someone, you will become a Rakshasa ghost...will you...will you...will never be reborn?"

Nie Honglian lowered her face, was silent for a moment, and said softly: "It's okay..."

He raised his face again, as if he had sniffed and smiled beautifully.

"... Maybe God thinks I'm doing the right thing?"

"I hope so... I just think... if I can't be reincarnated and become a human again, God is really unfair to you..." Lu Liang held on his shoulders, shaking his body, his consciousness became dim again, and he lay back on the donkey's back and looked at Hong Lian: "...I can't stand it..."

Nie Honglian floated over, stretched out Subai's arm and gently stroked his back.

"If you can't stand it... Then let me stay and attach it to the painting, it's also great... If you add some birds and trees on it, it would be even better."

Lu Liangsheng smiled and nodded: "Okay, I'll draw it for you when I go back."

"Hey, you agreed." Hong Lian lowered her body a little, level with the boy, and raised her little finger: "Let's hook, no matter what happens in the future, you are not allowed to drive me away!"

Over there, Lu Liangsheng stretched out his hand and hooked his little finger with her, which was cold and soft.

"One word is determined."

At this time, Nie Honglian withdrew his hand, looked ahead, and said, "Someone is here."

Lu Liangsheng turned his head and looked ahead, in the distance, in the darkness, more than ten torches shone scattered towards this side, and the voices were talking in the inner part.

"There is my father's voice...and Uncle Pan and others..."

Sure enough, when both sides approached, there were more than twenty figures running over there, and there were people from Beicun inside. When they saw the old donkey and Lu Liangsheng on the back of the donkey, they also saw the floating female ghosts. They were so scared that their faces turned pale and did not dare to approach them. Lu Laoshi put down his hoe and called in a low voice: "Liangsheng?"

"Dad... and everyone, don't be afraid. This is Hong Lian, Uncle Pan must have seen it..."

In the crowd, Lu Pan, who had bandaged an arm, kept nodding. Not only did he see him once, even if he saw him again, the ghost is too terrifying for ordinary people, let alone other villagers.

The boy probably understood that they were coming, probably because he heard that he had gone to the bandits and was worried, so he came here with a hoe and a hatchet.

After thinking about it, Lu Liangsheng struggled to stand up and wanted to get down, but in the end he was weak and fell unsteadily. Lu Laoshi, who was a few steps away, did not care whether the female ghost in front of him was scared or not, and hugged his son.

"Come on my father's back, my father will take you back."

Lu Liangsheng leaned against his generous back and told Lu Laoshi not to leave. He looked at Lu Pan and others and said weakly: "Uncle Pan... the bandits are empty, our things are all inside... You bring people to get them... Come back... there should be other ones... I'll take them back..."

"Oh!" Lu Pan nodded, hoping to leave quickly. After walking a few steps, he fell back: "That... Liangsheng, Uncle Pan has never been there... I don't know the way."

"I'll take you there."

The floating Nie Honglian saw that the boy was safe and someone was carrying him back, so he naturally felt relieved. He turned his head to the point of Lu Pan and others and said, and flicked his sleeves and turned around and whistled towards the road he came.

Lu Liangsheng, who was on his father's back, went back to his senses and gradually became sank. Lu Pan, Lu Qing and others looked at each other, said goodbye to Lu Laoshi, stamped his feet, gritted his teeth and followed.

In the dim forest, wild foxes occasionally cried out, and the footsteps of more than a dozen people walked on the mountain road. They were not afraid of the gloomy atmosphere in the forest. After all, there was a real ghost on their heads, and they were also leading the way. I was afraid that it would be enough to brag about it for a lifetime.

Soon, I followed the fork in the mountain road and turned into a line of sky and entered the valley. When I saw the corpse on the ground, I was still shocked.

The bandit's death was not that bloody, almost all of them were drained of yang energy, their faces were twisted, and their limbs were weird, but they still looked cold all over Lu Pan and others.

This female ghost is so powerful... Fortunately, Liangsheng can hold it back.

But when they entered the village building, Liu Erlong and several other bandit leaders were dead on the ground, which made them take a breath. Several corpses were hung on the beams of the house, folded like twists and wagging.

"Stop looking, go in and search!"

Lu Pan endured the discomfort and called out to Chen Tai, a group of people from Beicun. The latter reacted and ran into the back hall tremblingly or searched upstairs for boxes and cabinets.

Afterwards, the fear gradually subsided, and they blushed and came out with the scrapped items. Apart from the stolen goods and food that had been stolen, the valuable things stored in the parcel were carried into the hall by everyone.

Lu Pan pried open the three-piece wooden box, and the light of the torch reflected snow-white lines. The hall sounded a "hiss" breathing sound. The two large boxes were neatly stacked with three layers of silver ingots, and there were a few pieces of gold in it. The other wooden box was full of some excellent silk, fur, and some jewelry.

"This...this is so fucking developed!"

Nie Honglian, who was floating in the hall, stared at him, and then everyone suppressed their ecstasy, ran out of the wooden building, found the cart in the village, and carried the three big boxes together. The people in Beicun even stripped all the dead bandits' clothing, and scattered the copper coins and silver into their pockets.

Lu Pan took Liu Erlong's steel knife and waved it twice. Unfortunately, he looked at the corpse twisted into a mohua. The cloak and leather armor on the other party could not wear it.

"What kind of books are these? They are all lost. Go back to Liangsheng." Lu Pan walked out of the village building, stepped on a book covered with yellow threads, patted the footprints on it, walked into the team, threw them on the cart, and piled them with other belongings.

Then, he waved his hand: "Go back!"

A group of people took care of the property and went down the mountain excitedly.

The fire covered the forest and fell into a dead silence again. Suddenly, a rustling sound sounded. In the dark color, the ground was raised, and it came quickly towards this side, and a person emerged from the village building.

It was the little Taoist Sun Yingxian who left, who patted the dust on his head and quickly stepped into the hall.

"I left quickly, and I forgot to count the things that the bandits gave me... Where is the Taoist art given by the master?"

While muttering, I searched around. When I got upstairs, I realized that someone had passed it over here and almost all the valuable things were gone.

"I said I'm waiting for my mother... I'm so miserable now. Could it be that I was taken away by the man just now?"

After searching around, he hurried downstairs, a series of horse hooves suddenly sounded outside the village gate. Sun Yingxian stopped and looked at him with a 'shou' sound.

The figure with two swords on the back of the horse was just around the corner of the horse, and it also looked over, facing the Taoist's sight, and then... was the corpse on the ground.

"Okay, you demonic way!!"

The loud shout sounded, and the "clang" blade was unsheathed, and the figure jumped off the horse's back and pulled a cold light out of Sun Yingxian's vision.

"I didn't kill it!"

The Taoist hurriedly avoided the wooden pillars under the eaves cut open, and the wood chips splashed, and the entire eaves beam collapsed instantly, the tiles fell, and a piece of smoke rose up.

More than ten horse-riding figures rushed over from behind, holding torches, and drew their swords and dismounted.

Sun Yingxian kept dodging the blade that was extremely fast and waved his hands repeatedly: "It's really not me!!!"

Seeing that he was surrounded, he had to use his escape technique, drill into the soil and quickly escaped into the distance. The surrounding figures were full of fire, illuminating the surroundings, and the words "catching" were large on the yamen clothes that reflected on his chest.

These people were the constables who came from Fushui County without stopping. Before, the soldiers guarding the gate of the city reported that there were people who had performed magic. Zuo Zhengyang led the person to ask the county magistrate and began to chase and investigate along the road. After no results, he was about to return to the city, but he hurried to Lizheng, who was in the county, saying that thieves attacked Lujia Village.

As the headmaster, Zuo Zhengyang naturally knew the details of the bandits in this area. Since he had not found his target, Anmin still had to do something, so he killed him directly and happened to encounter the scene just now.

Looking at the Taoist who had disappeared into the darkness, Zuo Zhengyang gritted his teeth and inserted his weapon back, and turned his horse on his back.

"It depends on whether he runs fast with escape technique or whether my horse runs fast!"

After tying the reins, he turned around and looked at the hosts of the detectives, waved and shouted: "Continue chasing with me!"

He rode his horse first and rushed out.

"drive!!"
Chapter completed!