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His palms were sweating slightly, and he clenched Duansheng tightly.

"Hmm—" the voice outside the house turned into whimpering, and the shrill voice made goosebumps drop all over the floor.

"Brother," he called softly towards the corner, but there was no response.

It seemed that he had fallen asleep, so Shu Xunmo had no choice but to sit up from the collapsed bed and listen carefully to the sound outside the door.

The crying hadn't stopped yet, and it seemed that he was holding on to it. Shu Xunmo quietly walked down and moved to the door.

After reciting a sword formula, he suddenly pushed open the door and swung it outside.

A wave of spiritual energy hit the outside, startling the bird resting in the treetops flapping its wings, but it was unknown whether it hit or not.

It was dark all around, and the sun had already set, so I could only grope carefully if I couldn't see the light.

"I died so badly—" There was a sudden chill on the back, and a shudder ran from his back, and he turned around with the sword in his hand and was hit violently.

"whee."

Shu Xunmo was already drenched in sweat, and when he heard the piercing sound of nails scratching the ground not far from him, he had already figured out what this resentful soul looked like.

Anyway, it's not good-looking.

The whole person was tense, and the hand holding the sword did not dare to act rashly.

Suddenly, the sound of "Xusu" crawling suddenly disappeared, and the whole air became quiet.

A sharp pain spread from his shoulders, and his eyebrows twitched, but he endured it, and stuck the talisman paper he had prepared on the blurry black shadow with his backhand.

"Ah—" The female ghost was in pain, and turned around to escape back to the well.

Shu Xunmo didn't give it a chance, instead of retreating, he made a strong attack, a burst of spiritual power poured into the hilt of the sword, shining crystal light in the darkness, and pierced straight into the black shadow.

He spent [-]% of his strength on this attack, if he can't hit again, he will lose.

The female ghost let out a strange scream again, and the sound made his ears "buzz", and he let it run away if he didn't pay attention.

Shu Xunmo had no choice but to go back to the room first, lit a candle and sat on the bed panting for breath. The half of his shoulder that was hit just now was numb and lost consciousness. He got up and took a bronze mirror from the dressing table, opened his coat Look, the originally intact skin on the left is now covered with a layer of flesh and blood, and black air is still radiating from the bloody wound.

Careless.

He dug out a few bottles of gold sore medicine in porcelain bottles from the cloth bag he brought, first picked out the black air, then applied the ointment to the wound, tore off a piece of his sleeve and used it as a bandage, and wrapped it round and round, Only then slowly calmed down.

When he took a picture, the face of the person in the mirror was covered with rouge and powder, stained red and white with sweat, and he looked very embarrassed. He seemed to have remembered something, and wiped it off with his sleeve.

Wu Yu was still sleeping in the corner, and he didn't bother to wake him up. It seemed that he couldn't chase him anymore tonight, and the resentful soul was also injured by him, so he won't come out to harm anyone for the time being.

Paste the remaining talisman paper inside and outside the house, pull the quilt over your head and sleep.

......

Not long after sleeping, he was woken up by a photograph.

"Little Mo, wake up!"

After being photographed for a long time, it was difficult for him not to wake up, so he sat up and asked "what's wrong"

Only then did he realize that his voice was a little weak and hoarse, Wu Yu: "Why are you so pale? What happened last night?"

He took off the headdress he was wearing yesterday, and said, "The resentful spirit came yesterday. I saw you were awake and went out alone, but was seriously injured by that resentful spirit." The movement of raising his hand involved the wound, and his eyebrows twitched. Wrinkled, subconsciously pressing the wound.

"I was awake last night, but I suddenly felt dizzy for some reason, so I fell asleep." Wu Yu thought about it before opening his mouth.

The two had to re-plan.

Coincidentally, Xuan Wentao also came to visit him, and was taken aback by his pale face. After asking about it, he hurriedly asked someone to change the medicine and serve the soup.

The condition of the place where the bandages were randomly bandaged last night was fine. The light was dim last night, so the seriousness of the injury could not be seen. Looking at it now, no bones were injured, but the blow was so fierce that it pierced the flesh. It looked a little scary. He tried to convey the spiritual energy, and after confirming that it was correct, he slowly let go of his hanging heart.

"This resentful soul is not simple, and I can only draw with it." He was a little puzzled.

"What did it go through before it was alive to have such great resentment?" Wu Yu knew that Shu Xunmo's skills were outstanding in Taoist temples, and he was very puzzled that the resentful soul who had just died three days ago had such great abilities.

"That resentful soul was hurt by you, and it will stay in the well tonight. It must be easier today." Wu Yu said.He nodded, lay down and rested for a while, and got enough energy to prepare for another shot tonight.

As it turns out, it's better not to sleep.

This feeling was very chaotic. A paragraph of memory was playing in his mind, some good and some bad, changing chaotically.

He stood in the old house, condescendingly saw him when he was a child.

A little Shu Xunmo.

He was sitting on the couch, reading a book by a candle, resting his drowsy head on one hand, his upper and lower eyelids were fighting, but he still refused to sleep.

Shu Xunmo couldn't remember when this was, after all, it was a relatively distant event, and he didn't want to remember it at first.

The scene changed suddenly.

Shu Xunmo, who had grown up quite a bit, stood in the competition stage, smiling vigorously and brilliantly, his immature face was full of pride, and he was holding Duansheng in his hand.

He only now remembered when it was, but he just didn't want to say it, because...

The next second, the proud young man was kneeling in the closed room, his white clothes were covered with mottled blood, which made his eyes hurt, and he had the urge to cry.

The young man kept yelling something, his brows were full of panic and bewilderment, beside him was a long sword folded into two sections.

"Okay... don't let it go..." He covered his head in pain, restraining himself from looking at those pictures.

He often told himself to face this fact, and now he is still avoiding it.

When he woke up, there were tears on his cheeks.

After silently wiping it off, I put on my coat and went to bed.

Wu Yu didn't know where he went, but looking at his injuries, it's better to stay in the house.

Find a piece of paper, soak it with pen and ink, and start to scribble and change on the paper.

The ink on the tip of the pen is smudged, and following the movement of the flowing strokes, ten fingers like jade are holding the tip of the pen, a pair of almond eyes are staring at the words on the paper, and finally, the brows are relaxed.

After holding it up and blowing it up, I roughly sorted out everything, and only a little bit remained.

He thought, when he took it down, the truth would be clear.

Hanging the paper on the table, he was looking around for a headband to tie his hair when the door suddenly opened and Wu Yu walked in.

"Let's go." His face was a little gloomy, "An accident happened in the backyard again."

Shu Xunmo motioned him to take a look at the paper on the table, and tied up his hair, "What's the matter?"

"That female ghost hurt people again." Wu Yu looked at it for a while, with a complicated expression on his face, and asked him, "This...is true"

"It should be good." He stood up, "I think she couldn't hold back these days, and she fell into the trap before I did it."

"As you said, should we capture her first or accept the resentful soul first?"

"Act by chance."

Push open the door, and don't forget to tear off the paper amulets pasted on the door when you look back, these are still usable, don't waste them...

Wu Yu:  …

When the two walked to the well in the backyard, a large group of people had already surrounded them.

Lying in the middle was a petite girl with a maid's hair style, fear frozen on her face, a large piece of flesh and blood had been dug out of her chest, and the blood that hadn't dried up was still flowing out, she looked very scary.

He looked at it for a long time, but he didn't remember who this person was. Wu Yu touched his arm and whispered, "It was the little girl who came to say that Mrs. Xuan was ill when we were talking in the main hall yesterday."

He suddenly realized that it was so.

The author has something to say: Tired and exhausted, there were too many mosquitoes frying chicken in the early morning, and I was too noisy. I originally wanted to wake up at [-] o'clock, but it turned out to be two hours earlier.

Xian Chu: What about my role?

Author: Looking up at the starry sky JPG.

Xianchu: Wait :)

Author: Inexplicably flustered, what's going on?_?

PS: This article is slow to heat up, it seems a bit long since Gong Gong appeared in this article for the second time, it’s a shame, we are going to be inspirational! (Oh, it doesn't exist.)

Wu Yu is so cute, I want to match it with a CP, but it's annoying if I can't cute after matching :)

Save it if you like it, crab.