Rumble.
A low thunder flashed in the sky.
The female ghost, who had been quiet before, suddenly reacted violently when she heard Wei Yuan's words. Her pair of empty black eyes stared at Wei Yuan, then suddenly disappeared and appeared in this direction in an extremely mysterious way. Her black hair grew, and there were signs of covering the sky and the sun in the ghost domain.
The hostility and evil spirit were unprecedentedly strong.
At this time, under Wei Yuan's black umbrella, another figure stepped out and met the soul of Qi Niang.
Zhou Yi had not yet recovered from the fact that the "innocent people who needed to be protected before" suddenly became unfathomable, and saw the old man coming towards him.
She didn't see that the old man was also obsessed with the soul. She screamed and stepped back instinctively to stop him, but was stopped by Wei Yuan next to her. Zhou Yi was exhausted and couldn't move forward. She held Wei Yuan with her hand and said anxiously: "Stop him quickly, it's too dangerous. Does he want to die?!" Wei Yuan said: "This may be what he has always hoped for." "What?!" At this time, Zhou Yi had already seen the state of the old man and his face changed. Wei Yuan looked at the old man's movements without looking away, and said slowly: "I suddenly have a question, Officer Zhou, when a person suffers for a lifetime because of a mistake, and his wish is to atone for his sins with death, then should we stop him? Do we have the qualifications to stop him and make decisions for him with our judgment criteria?" "Can people really empathize with each other?" Zhou Yi was speechless. The old man's obsessive spirit ran towards the female ghost. The ghost girl screamed loudly, her hands were pale, her nails were long and black, and she stretched forward.
The old man suddenly fell down.
He had grown up, was very old, and was tall, much taller than the ghost girl, so from this action, he almost sent his chest over.
With a sound of "Puff", the ghost girl's hands pierced the old man's chest without any hesitation.
The old man's soul did not feel any pain. With a look of relief, he was thrown away by the ghost girl, staggered two steps, then knelt down, knocked his forehead heavily on the ground, and choked and said loudly:
"Qiniang, Xiao Shiwu kowtows to you!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, wuwuwuwuwu, I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry..."
The old man cried bitterly.
The pain and strong self-blame in his cry were extremely clear.
Zhou Yi was stunned, then guessed, and a glimmer of hope appeared in his eyes.
Is this the knot in the ghost's heart? !
If she really died of misunderstanding and injustice, then the person who misunderstood her sincerely apologized and died in her own hands, which should be able to ease the extreme negative emotions of the evil spirit, and that would be a good opportunity.
But the evil spirit transformed by Qi Niang did not change at all.
She pulled out her palm, without even looking at the old man, and looked at Wei Yuan with her dark eyes.
The resentment and anger on her body became heavier.
This meant that the old man's apology did not shake the evil spirit.
The predecessor of the evil spirit did not care about these.
The old man staggered and kowtowed three times, his soul obsession was pierced, and after doing this action, he slowly disappeared, his wrinkled face was full of tears, and finally he saw the girl who smiled and handed the candy to him that year, and saw the red clothes who jumped down the stone well in the end, and finally, there was a vast expanse of snow in front of him.
The knot in his heart has been resolved, and his soul has collapsed.
The female ghost attacked Wei Yuan.
Wei Yuan swung his right hand, and the black cloth umbrella spun and smashed towards the female ghost. At the same time, he took a step back, opened the piano case, and unsheathed the eight-sided Han sword.
With the broad sword in hand, Wei Yuan was determined.
The black hair rushed in front of him, and with a move of his hand, the eight-sided Han sword moved from bottom to top, teasing and blocking.
While blocking the black hair with the sword body, he stepped to the side to avoid it.
At the same time, the sword tip turned slightly, removing the brute force from the black hair.
The black hair pierced the stone slab again.
The sword in Wei Yuan's hand fell off and cut off a strand of black hair. His left hand drew out the broken sword from his waist, used it as a dagger to make up for the loopholes in the swordsmanship, and held the sword in his backhand, and slashed it horizontally.
The broken sword was entangled with Yin Qi, which could cause greater damage to the female ghost.
The black hair was scattered.
Then it gathered together and penetrated directly from the ground.
Wei Yuan dodged quickly and rolled violently. A flash of sword light passed by. When avoiding the black hair, the eight-sided Han sword swept across.
......…
Zhou Yi and Xuan Yi stood together, watching the collision between the sword and the black hair ghost domain, with sweat on their foreheads.
The sword technique was simple, straightforward, and even plain.
But every move and every style was full of murderous aura.
Xuan Yi stared at the battle situation and put himself in the shoes of the opponent of the sword technique.
Slowly, cold sweat oozed from his forehead and his face became paler.
With the simple sword moves just now, he would be beheaded or pierced through the heart after a few moves, and blood would flow five feet.
This is not like the sword technique of the Wu family.
Every move is for life.
This is the sword technique of the ancient battlefield.
And it is the kind that has been truly practiced on the battlefield.
He closed his eyes, not daring to focus on the swordplay anymore, but looking at the entire battle situation, looking for where he could help. Zhou Yi and Xuan Yi had both been taught by their elders, and soon realized that although the swordplay was strong, it was still limited to the level of mortal martial arts, and it was a martial art that specialized in killing people, and it was not advantageous in the face of demons and ghosts.
And Wei Yuan kept moving forward, just constantly blocking the attacks of the ghost hair, and closing the distance with the female ghost, but he didn't care much about killing the enemy.
"What does he want to do?"
.........
Dang.
The Eight-sided Han Sword blocked the strange black hair growing from the void.
Black water dripped from the black hair and fell on the sword, and traces of corrosion appeared on the long sword.
Wei Yuan glanced at it and held the sword tightly. He could feel that the grade of the Eight-sided Sword, which was not a good sword, had dropped again. In this case, he couldn't even use his full strength, otherwise there would be a risk of breaking in the middle.
But he had already invaded within three meters of the female ghost.
The black hair in the void stabbed Wei Yuan like a spear.
Zhou Yi and Xuan Yi's faces changed suddenly not far away.
There was no fear on Wei Yuan's face, he just held the sword.
Looking at the ghost with his face lowered and his eyes empty, he sighed and said softly:
"Fu Pengyi, I didn't abandon you."
The sharp black hair like a spear suddenly stopped in front of Wei Yuan's eyes.
Tick, tick...
Drops of water fell from the black hair.
Then the black hair became soft.
But the hostility did not dissipate.
Wei Yuan released his left hand holding the Crouching Tiger waist badge and took out a thick stack of letters from his waist bag. On the top was a gray-white photo, and below was a pension report. He handed it over and said:
"Fu Pengyi, the governor of Jiangnan, joined the army in the 17th year of Emperor Liewu of the Ming Dynasty. He defended our Shenzhou and died heroically."
"This is his legacy. Some of it is for his parents."
"In the letters and pensions, it was written to his wife, Wan Qinniang."
He let go of his hand, and the letters did not fall.
This is the ghostland.
A wisp of wind made the letters fly in the air, and then scattered, flying like snow, surrounding the ghost girl, opening them one by one. Wei Yuan held the sword and stood beside her. When the last red letter fell in front of the woman, her movements paused.
The name of the letter was "Letter to My Wife".
Wei Yuan had seen the contents inside.
I have loved books, paintings, flowers, wine and beauties all my life, but they are not as good as my love for you, and my love for you is not as good as my love for my country. Now that China is in trouble, we should sacrifice our lives for the country. If I still have the chance to come back, I will listen to you singing in Jiangnan, and we will never be separated in this life; if I have no chance to come back, I can hear you singing anywhere in my China.
We should be with our country.
And I still say the same thing to you, there will be no separation in this life, only death.
Fu Pengyi's last words.
The letter was written one month after the incident on Jiangnan Road. Before that, the signature was only Fu Pengyi, and after that, the letter became Fu Pengyi. The meaning is self-evident, but he followed the army all the way and had no way to send it out.
Wei Yuan wiped the wound on one side of his cheek, leaned against the pillar next to him, hugged the sword and closed his eyes, and did not take the opportunity to attack.
After a while, he heard a low sob, followed by a sad and mournful cry.
The woman in red held the letter and cried like a tearful person.
The hostility slowly disappeared along with the tears.
Wei Yuan raised his head and looked at the wisps of night fog over the ghost domain.
People in the world have thousands of words, travel thousands of mountains and rivers, and have thousands of experiences.
Have you ever heard the sobbing of a fierce ghost?
Thousands of people in the world slander me, slander me, and hate me, but what can you do to me?