After Becoming the Stand-in for the White Moonlight: 141|Hearse Drift

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In the dead darkness, people's breathing was instantly drawn out by the wind, long and heavy.

Qiao Wan, Fang Lingqing, and Liu Xinwen all remained silent in a tacit agreement.

After a second or two, a desperate cry sounded.

"I...I can't stand it anymore!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a flash of sword light suddenly broke through the dark night! !

The sword light revealed a **** corpse wearing armor. The black eyes immediately locked onto everyone present!

Fang Lingqing secretly yelled something bad, and immediately made a move to deflect the sword light and shoot it into the mountain wall on the side.

"Clang", as if something fell on the ground.

"Don't move." Liu Xinwen shouted angrily in a low voice: "Try not to use spells as much as possible."

There are more "things" around here than they imagined. For some reason, these things seem to only be able to sense human movements and strong light.

The soul fragrance has been extinguished. I used a magic technique to send out a signal to call "them" to come and have dinner?

Liu Xinwen: "Can you find Watanabe flowers?"

Qiao Wan squatted down, her heart beating wildly. She stretched out her hand and rubbed it on the ground. Her fingertips slid across the rough stones and she touched something cold and smooth. It was square and square, like a jade plaque, with a jade plaque on it. There are words.

"Yu... Baocheng..."

"Xuanwu Sect..."

"Twenty-four years..."

Silently writing down the contents on the jade plaque, Qiao Wan touched the coffin.

Take a breath, it was stretched very long and heavy, and my heart almost fell out of my throat. The night wind picked up my hair and fell on my neck, making it slightly itchy.

There are countless things around here looking at them.

Touching and touching, Qiao Wan suddenly had a change of mind. She tried to spread out her spiritual consciousness, condensed her spiritual consciousness, and "see" instead of her eyes. With the help of her spiritual consciousness, she finally touched something on the coffin wall. A tiny flower.

Watatsuka is an orange-yellow, flame-like flower.

"Found it."

Holding the Watanabe flower in her hand, Qiao Wan leaned against the wall of the coffin and took a hard breath. The result was that her consciousness felt like it was about to explode, and her consciousness could no longer be used for the time being.

Although it hurt, I didn't dare to delay. I quickly stretched out my trembling fingers to touch the jade plaque in my arms.

Fang Lingqing touched the severed arm in her arms and asked hoarsely: "Can I get in touch?"

There was no movement on the jade plaque.

Qiao Wan waited patiently for a while, but there was still no response from the jade token in her hand.

My heart gradually sank to the bottom.

"No."

Fang Lingqing blinked blankly and lowered his head, feeling a bitter taste at the base of his tongue.

"If everything goes well, Fellow Daoist Dou and the others will probably have left the ghost market by now." Liu Xinwen patted Fang Lingqing's shoulder to express comfort.

Fellow Daoist Dou is the one from which the troops were divided into two groups before.

Fang Lingqing smiled bitterly and said nothing.

"Go back first." Qiao Wan pursed her lips, "Go back and check on Fellow Daoist Meng."

No one can be sure what is there in the darkness. To be on the safe side, we can only fumble and slowly gather them in the middle, and then go down the mountain together.

In this darkness, every tiny movement is amplified to infinity.

Everyone cautiously and slowly approached each other.

"Is everyone here?"

"Fellow Daoist Qiao?"

"Here."

"Fellow Daoist Fang?"

"Here."

"Fellow Daoist Wang?"

Wang Ruyi whispered: "Here."

"Wei Daoyou?"

"..."

Liu Xinwen repeated: "Fellow Daoist Wei?"

"..."

There was dead silence.

No one answered.

Qiao Wan licked the corner of her lips and tightened her grip on the sword.

After a while, a slightly crying male voice came from the darkness, like a thread being pulled out of the throat.

"Here."

In the darkness, I could feel everyone letting out a subtle sigh of relief.

Liu Xinwen whispered: "Follow closely, don't fall behind, let's go down the mountain together."

But the further they walked, the more Qiao Wan felt that something was wrong.

In the darkness, the blurry outline ahead was reflected.

Liu Xinwen's back seemed to be much thinner than before. A long robe was worn empty on his body, and it made a hunting sound in the wind when it was blown.

Qiao Wan held her breath, gritted her teeth, and subconsciously looked for Wang Ruyi.

As the wind poured into the mountain road, the fabric was blown tightly against the skin, and the coolness penetrated along the skin and into the seams of the bones.

Qiao Wan whispered: "As you wish."

Wang Ruyi responded quickly, with a hint of comfort in his voice: "I'm here, don't be afraid."

Turn around.

The mummy opened its shriveled eyeballs and looked at itself with concern.

After experiencing a roller coaster in his heart, Qiao Wan said expressionlessly: "Call the others and follow me."

"Liu Xinwen" is still leading the way.

Although he didn't understand what Qiao Wan meant, he followed Qiao Wan's gaze and looked forward. His eyes fell on the empty robe. Fang Lingqing immediately reacted and turned pale.

Where is Liu Xinwen? !

If this wasn't Liu Xinwen, then what kind of thing was that person walking in front of them from just now? !

Focus on Qiao Wan.

Qiao Wan silently stretched out her hand towards Fang Lingqing and made a gesture.

This is. "Three"

Fang Lingqing swallowed and gritted his teeth.

Qiao Wan stretched out two fingers.

"Two."

One.

"One."

Putting away his hands, Qiao Wan and Fang Lingqing rushed up together, one on the left and the other on the right!

Kicking the man on the back, Qiao Wan jumped up and sat on the man's neck, covering his chin with both hands and twisting him to the side.

Bang!

A skull as white as snow with dark eye sockets suddenly turned around, with neat teeth, as if smiling, with a little bit of flesh still attached to the tooth surface.

This is a skeleton, and the flesh on the body seems to have been scraped off piece by piece with some sharp weapon, leaving only a tiny bit of blood in the bones.

Fang Lingqing's stomach churned, and she almost immediately thought of the strange plate of meat slices in the temple.

Qiao Wan took a breath and glanced at "Liu Xinwen".

This is indeed Liu Xinwen.

The clothes he was wearing, the sword on his waist, and the hair on his head were all exactly the same as Liu Xinwen.

"This...this...what is this?"

One after another screams sounded.

"Liu Daoyou?"

Sitting on the skeleton, Qiao Wan felt her scalp numb and glanced out of the corner of her eye.

The grass behind them fell down one after another as if they were overwhelmed by something.

There's something in the grass!

Something is catching up!

This thing is extremely fast, and the weeds on the roadside are like dominoes rushing towards the direction of the people.

Qiao Wan quickly jumped off the skeleton, grabbed Wang Ruyi's wrist, and roared again: "Run!!"

As we get closer to the bottom of the mountain, the lights of the ghost market in the distance dimly illuminate the mountain road.

The way down the mountain is ahead!

After everyone was stunned for a moment, they all reacted and ran away!

Qiao Wan dragged Wang Ruyi and rushed to the front. The night wind blew past her ears, and her lungs felt as if they were about to explode. She was huffing and puffing.

The ugly period has not passed yet. There is only one road leading to the ghost market, but you must not go back to the mountain!

Fang Ling put one hand into his arms, covered Meng Canglang's broken arm, and ran as fast as he could!

The coffins and tree shadows on both sides of the mountain road flew past quickly.

Turn around a small road, and suddenly a funeral procession appeared on the road. Everyone wore tall white paper hats on their heads, and a group of carriages carried a thick black coffin. , beating gongs and drums and walking up the mountain road.

Qiao Wan immediately made a decision, grabbed Wang Ruyi, jumped into one of the hearses, and held the reins firmly.

The horse screamed anxiously, Qiao Wan pulled the reins hard, turned the horse's head, and lowered the whip!

The thing behind me chased him faster and faster, like a centipede crawling on the mountain road.

Qiao Wan shouted: "Come up!"

Fang Lingqing put one hand on the shaft of the car and climbed onto the hearse. The severed arm in her arms almost slipped out of her clothes. Fang Lingqing was so frightened that she reached out to fish it out.

Others followed suit, grabbed a hearse, turned over and jumped on.

The hearse rushed left and right, broke through the funeral procession, and rushed out!

The night wind cut her face like a knife. Fang Lingqing lay on the car, gasped in shock, and touched the severed arm in her arms again.

Fortunately, it’s still there. Senior Brother Meng’s arm is still there.

Wang Ruyi covered her hair that was blown wildly by the wind, and asked tremblingly: "Where are we going?!"

Qiao Wan stared straight ahead, holding the reins tightly. His body was as stiff as ice from the wind, and his cheeks were shaking from the wind.

“Down——Mountain——”

The hearse rushed down the mountain without hesitation.

Fang Lingqing was knocked upside down, holding the coffin board and glanced forward.

Half of the wheel was hanging on the mountain road.

Fang Lingqing almost trembled with fright: "Look at the road, look at the road, look at the road!"

Behind him, the thing was chasing faster and faster, and there was a soft "rustling" sound in the grass. Fang Lingqing's hair suddenly exploded, and several times, he could even feel a slight cold touch on his back.

Not only that, but at some point an empty hearse appeared behind them, speeding towards them.

Clenching his teeth slightly, Fang Lingqing sat up a little straighter, took a breath, and read a poem shakily.

The young man has a clear voice.

The sound of books was loud, and a dazzling beam of light burst out from Haoran's righteousness, breaking through the long night.

The light beam hit the back but it was neither painful nor itchy. Fang Lingqing secretly glanced back and was stunned.

That thing in the grass disappeared?

But the empty hearse behind suddenly hit them!

The horse neighed, the wheels were raised high, half of the car body was pushed up into the sky, and only half of the wheels were still running.

The half of Fang Lingqing's arm flew up into the sky.

Fang Lingqing: "Senior Brother!!"

He rushed forward regardless. Even though he grabbed this half of his arm, he rolled off the hearse and fell heavily on the road.

There was a burning pain in my back. Before I could check the injury, the sound of horse hooves could be heard behind me.

Fang Lingqing looked back suddenly.

The strangely empty hearse, without any buffering potential, was pressing towards me!

At the moment when the young man was about to be crushed into a pulp, Wang Ruyi quickly flicked his long hair, picked up Fang Lingqing and threw it into the car.

The "girl" said sharply: "Sit tight!"

Fang Lingqing holding Meng Canglang's arm:...

The hearse passed a bump in front and bumped again, and the severed arm in its arms flew up a small distance.

Fang Lingqing hurriedly went to pick it up.

Senior Brother Meng’s broken arm was meant to be reattached when he turned around. He would never let Meng Canglang’s arm remain here!

Qiao Wan tightened the reins and controlled the direction.

The hearse behind him was dragging a coffin. It was obviously empty, but it seemed like someone was driving it, squeezing into the mountain road on the left.

Below the mountain road is a cliff. Two hearses squeezed into the narrow mountain road and it was suddenly crowded.

Qiao Wan took the time to glance to the left, whipped her horse, reversed the rear of the car, and swung it towards the left!

The car bodies collided violently, and the hearse on the left was unable to get out of the way. The car body was suspended in the air and fell off the cliff.

The inertia caused the hearse beneath him to almost die together.

Qiao Wan tried her best to pull back, and the hearse made a thrilling drift. The wheels "stung and pulled--" rubbed against the steep mountain road, and red sparks almost appeared under the wheels.

Wang Ruyi tied herself to the carriage, tied a cute and delicate bow, and sat firmly.

Fang Lingqing was left alone holding the coffin with tears streaming down her face.

A disciple of the "Li" generation of Chongde Ancient Garden, the direct son of the Fang family, experienced for the first time the thrilling extreme sport of "hearse drift" in a distant time and space.

Qiao Wan turned the car around and continued driving in the direction of the ghost market.

As soon as they arrived at the entrance of the ghost market, Fang Lingqing, Qiao Wan and Wang Ruyi decisively abandoned their cars and fled.

Without the restraints, the hearse rushed towards the busy long street, hitting more than ten lantern stands in a row. The lights fell to the ground in a crowd, and the hearse was torn apart. The scattered wheels suddenly turned into two or three children playing with fire, and ran away laughing.

Qiao Wan held her breath, not daring to take a breath. She picked up the oilcloth scattered on the ground, tore it in half, covered Fang Lingqing and herself half, and slowly backed away.

Halfway back, his heel seemed to hit something hard.

Qiao Wan felt a lump in her throat and quickly turned her head to take a look.

It's a stool.

Unconsciously, they had retreated to a food stall.

At this moment, the stall owner who was preparing food seemed to notice the movement here and raised his head and looked over.

Fang Lingqing subconsciously clutched Meng Canglang's arm in her arms.

The stall owner was a smiling woman. The woman stepped forward and said with a smile, "How many guests are here to eat too?"

"Why don't you sit down?"

The woman said softly: "The meat bowls we have here are delicious. Please sit down, gentlemen, and I will serve you a bowl to try."

As she said that, the woman turned around and walked back to the big pot.

The big pot was steaming. The woman skillfully picked up the colander and picked up the white meat cooked in the pot.

Experience tells Qiao Wan that the food cooked here may not be normal, but as soon as he turned his toes, the "diners" behind him who were feasting on their food seemed to be aware of it. They turned their heads and looked at each other quietly. Get the direction right here.

Qiao Wan gritted his teeth secretly.

At this time, the woman had already walked over carrying a large porcelain white bowl.

The bowl of noodles was pale.

Putting the meat with sauce on the table, the woman smiled softly and said: "Eat. It's too cold today, eat something to warm yourself up."

There is something obviously wrong with the contents of this bowl.

Qiao Wan and Fang Lingqing sat on the table, neither of them moved.

The woman's eyes focused on the two of them: "Why doesn't the guest move his chopsticks? Is the food in the store not to your liking?"

Under the woman's gaze, Qiao Wan touched the chopsticks.

The woman's unblinking, deathly eyes began to flicker slightly.

My eyes fell on the bowl.

The meat pieces were cut neatly, rising and falling in the rich and pure white soup.

Suddenly, Qiao Wan's eyes froze, and her heart seemed to stop beating instantly.

Between the ups and downs of meat, there was a piece of light blue clothes the size of a fingernail, which had been boiled by boiling water, and the water ripples on the clothes could still be vaguely discerned.

She had only seen Meng Canglang wear clothes with this pattern.

At this moment, Qiao Wan didn't know what she was feeling. Her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and her stomach was churning.

The woman urged: "Guest sir?"

Qiao Wan put down her chopsticks and jumped up, overturning the table in front of her!

The hot meat juice splashed onto the woman's face without any bias, and the woman let out a shrill scream.

Fang Lingqing was shocked: "Friend Lu?!"

Qiao Wan only gave a simple answer: "Run!"

She didn't believe that it was Meng Canglang inside. Although she didn't have much contact with this "Canglang Sword", Qiao Wan somehow believed that the famous "Junzi Sword" would never end up in a bowl of trash. The meat was served to the table.

The woman screamed and quickly chased after him.

He jumped high and low onto the roof, and just as he ran forward, Qiao Wan braked suddenly and quickly lay down on the tiles.

Fang Lingqing: "What's wrong?"

Qiao Wan gestured towards the front.

Under the eaves, stood several blood-stained monks.

Is that from Shandao Academy? !

Qiao Wan decisively pressed Wang Ruyi's head on the tiles, and quietly hid with Fang Lingqing.

This is the Yixing Shandao Academy disciples headed by Yu Xingzhi. None of them look good-looking. They are surrounded by a bunch of paper figures and are in a worrying situation.

Yu Xingzhi stood in front of him with his horizontal sword, his face was pale, and he was covering his broken arm with one hand, breathing heavily, looking coldly at these "people" in front of him who could not be called human beings.

Not only the arms, but also the young man's thighs seemed to have been chewed by something. Some white bone residue could be vaguely seen. A piece of the left side of his face was missing, revealing bright red muscle tissue. The whole person looked like a piece of bone. Rotten meat.

Qiao Wan almost saw at a glance that the soul fragrance in front of Yu Xingzhi was extinguished.

On the right side of the young man's handsome face, there was a bit of desperate viciousness, and he shouted in a rough voice: "Run back, go back to the elders for help, leave me alone."

The few good disciples standing behind him burst into tears immediately after hearing this.

"Senior Brother Yu!"

"Brother! We won't leave!"

"Brother!"

"Why don't you leave quickly?!" Yu Xingzhi suddenly turned his head and shouted angrily: "Is it possible that you all want to stay here with me?!"

One of the good disciples wiped away tears silently: "We have reached this point, how can we leave our senior brother alone?"

"Anyway, Senior Brother Ye and the others have gone back. At worst, we will die here with Senior Brother."

A few good disciples gritted their teeth, showed their magic weapons, and walked up to Yu Xingzhi.

"We good disciples will never leave any of our fellow disciples behind."

"Same goes for Mr. Lu, and so do you, senior brother."

Seeing this scene, Qiao Wan pursed her lips and remained motionless.

But Wang Ruyi beside him seemed to freeze. After a second of pause, the female corpse said in surprise: "He...why does he look so like Yue Yong?"

Fang Lingqing: "Yue Yong?"

Wang Ruyi stared at Yu Xingzhi, who was covered in blood: "He is the one who built me ​​into the wall."

Why is it so similar? Wang Ruyi murmured that the monk in front of him should not be Yue Yong.

She remembered that Yue Yong didn't have spiritual power either. If he had spiritual power, he wouldn't have coveted her share of the dowry.

In just this moment, the battle over there also came to an end.

The Shandao Academy was almost destroyed, and the corpses of the disciples were scattered all over the ground. Yu Xingzhi had a higher level of cultivation and could still breathe, but looking at the corpses here, he couldn't help but blush.

Before this, the pieces of meat on the ground were all his junior brothers and sisters.

Yu Xingzhi gritted his teeth, his gloomy and handsome face twisted to the extreme, with some pale cheekbones exposed on the side of his face.

When death was imminent, even if he didn't want to admit it, he had to admit that he was indeed inferior to Ye Xiyuan. Not only could he not be able to deal with Lu Cixian, he... he could not even protect his fellow sect!

At this moment, Qiao Wan suddenly felt a strong wind coming from behind. She quickly pulled Wang Ruyi out of the attack range and looked back.

The woman has already caught up. The woman is holding the skirt and running very fast, her limbs twisted almost abnormally.

Qiao Wan grabbed Wang Ruyi and ran away.

Drag!

Drag——

Huh? Didn't move?

Wang Ruyi remained motionless, her eyes fell in the direction of Yu Xingzhi, and she suddenly swung her long hair, and rolled Yu Xingzhi over at the moment when the young man was about to be chewed.

Already ready to die, Yu Xingzhi closed his eyes without saying a word. Suddenly, his body was empty.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already out of danger.

Yu Xingzhi was stunned: Someone saved him?

Just as he was about to say thank you, his eyes suddenly caught sight of a withered face.

The brown skin wraps a still delicate and small head, with deep-set eyeballs and loose skin on the cheeks. He is wearing a bright red wedding dress, and there is a golden flower inserted diagonally on his forehead. Step shake.

This scene is really terrifying.

Yu Xingzhi’s eyebrows jumped and he immediately held out the sword in his hand.

But before it came into contact with the "female corpse"'s chest, it was knocked down by another Qingyue sword light.

Yu Xingzhi was shocked: "Lu... Lu Cixian?"

And...the one at Chongde Ancient Garden?

The boy didn’t even look at him, he dragged the female corpse by her hair and ran away!

"It hurts, it hurts!" Wang Ruyi said in a cooing voice, "Friend Lu, it hurts!"

Yu Xingzhi’s eyes were blank for a moment.

How could Lu Cixian save him?

Before I had time to think too much, I immediately noticed something was wrong behind me.

A colorful humanoid figure with twisted limbs, crawling on the ground, running towards him.

Yu Xingzhi immediately followed Qiao Wan and his party without thinking.

There are no living people around, but not far away, there are tall white towers.

Seeing that they could no longer escape, without thinking much, Qiao Wan and Fang Lingqing rushed into the tower almost simultaneously. As soon as they rushed into the tower, Qiao Wan, Fang Lingqing, and Yu Xingzhi all froze at the door, suddenly Found that this is a Buddhist pagoda.

In the tower are four tall Buddha statues, one on each side, with their heads almost reaching the ceiling, and their eyes wide with anger.

These are the "Four Protectorate Heavenly Kings" that are extremely common in Buddhist temples.

The white one is the Eastern King of Dharma, holding a pipa, and the blue one is the Southern King of Growth, holding a sword.

The red King of Guangmu in the West has a red dragon wrapped around his hand, and the green King of Wen in the North holds a precious umbrella.

On noticing the arrival, the four heavenly king statues rolled their eyes and slowly lowered their heads.

At this moment, all the gods and Buddhas in the sky turned into ghosts.