Lonely non-good minister

Chapter 7
As soon as this idea popped up, Song Yuan quickly shook his head: Impossible, absolutely impossible, he is a charlatan, but his methods are a little more clever.

"Girl, please." The sorcerer wearing a golden mask came out, under a black robe, mysterious and noble, with a slight concession, polite, just now Liang He greeted him, Song Yuan heard Liang He call him, great witch weaving flames.

Sounds like a formidable character.

But according to her experience, the louder the name, the better the skills.

Song Yuan encouraged himself in his heart, but his legs were heavy and he couldn't step out. Believe in such things as gods, gods, ghosts, or not, but such absurd things as time travel have happened. What's more absurd?
What if these wizards find out that she is not Guan Yan and kill her directly during the soul sacrificing process?
Looking at the big Wu Zhiyan who was inviting with a smile, Song Yuan asked vigilantly: "How do you distinguish me from her? How will you deal with her?"

"Different fates are easy to distinguish. As for her, she naturally comes and goes." Dawu Zhiyan smiled, but his eyes hidden under the golden mask were calm and calm, seeing Song Yuan's vigilance. in the eyes.

This sounded a little strange, Song Yuan muttered for a while, and deliberately pulled Liang He's sleeve to show a timid expression: "After the ceremony, how can I be sure that the person left behind is me or not? I can't listen to your one-sided words, right? "

Song Yuan was very cautious, what if the great Wu Zhiyan was bribed and said something unfavorable to her?Say hello in advance and make it easy to respond.

"Of course it can't be like this." Dawu Zhiyan took a deep look at Song Yuan, then pointed to the altar: "At that time, I will place a clay doll beside the girl. This doll is connected with the girl's fate. The puppet is safe, but the girl is uneasy, and the doll will shatter."

Is this reliable?Why does it sound more and more like a charlatan?
"It's that simple?"

He smiled without saying a word, Song Yuan was very uncomfortable looking at him with burning eyes.

"Don't be afraid." Liang He signaled her to be at ease.

A thin layer of sweat broke out in Song Yuan's palms, and he lifted his heels up with difficulty, his eyes were fixed on Jishan, standing on the dense white bones, just thinking about it made his hair stand on end.

'Ka' The animal bones under his feet made a slight sound when being stepped on, and Song Yuan felt that the wind blowing was eerie and strange.

Sit cross-legged according to Dawu Zhiyan's words, and watched him take out a bunch of red ropes with bells hanging on his wrist, Song Yuan's heartbeat became more and more violent, and Liang He was also invited out.

"It's just a trivial matter, and there will be no danger of life." Dawu Zhiyan put down the clay doll: "It's just that the girl must not relax and fall asleep."

As soon as he left, Song Yuan sat alone on the sacrificial mountain, the great Wu Zhiyan turned his back to her, and slowly raised his arms to pay homage to the god.

I don't know when the miasma broke out, and regardless of the howling cold wind, it flooded the entire courtyard at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the blood-red flames burned more and more vigorously, hidden in the thick fog, like a pair from the dark field The eyes of Liaojie, reflecting the dense animal bones, seemed to have been soaked in viscous blood water, and the red ones seemed to ooze blood and re-grow flesh and blood.

'铛~' The Tai Chi bell rang, and in an instant, Sanskrit sounds rang out. The mantra seemed to come from ancient times, obscure and mysterious, and shocked people's minds.

Song Yuan's heart was shocked, and his eyes drifted to the clay doll beside him. The clay doll was ordinary, but after looking at it for a long time, Song Yuan felt a little dizzy.

The memories in his mind started to turmoil restlessly, causing Song Yuan's brain to ache. In the chaotic memory, Song Yuan saw a face with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a fierce aura. He held a big knife and killed several people in a row. When he turned around, Make eye contact with yourself.
Song Yuan trembled all over, she remembered that her falling off the cliff was not an accident, it was man-made, and the calculated assassination that Guan Yan encountered after waking up after occupying her body was also done by the other party, the purpose was to get rid of her.

In other words, if Guan Yan didn't occupy his body and just woke up, he would have died in a coma, and the cause of death would probably be attributed to falling off the cliff.

Didn't the appearance of Guan Yan change his destiny?
Song Yuan was terrified, and didn't notice that the thin clothes on her body were soaked with sweat. The red rope tied to her body suddenly shook wildly, and the bells on the red rope rang overwhelmingly. Song Yuan glanced in panic, Severe pain hit her whole body in an instant, she whimpered in pain, she could obviously feel something frantically struggling in her body, as if trying to squeeze her away.

Body snatching?It was Guan Yan, and she was still in her body.

Song Yuan turned pale with shock, the extreme pain made her dare not to think wildly, she kept in mind the words of the great Wu Zhiyan, she did not dare to relax her strength and fell asleep, and she did not know how long it had passed, as Guan Yan's extremely unwilling scream fell, tied up All the red ropes on his body also broke, the bell fell to the ground, and the obscure Sanskrit sound stopped abruptly.

There was an eerie silence in the thick fog, and even the bloody flames were still, as if they had been frozen.

Song Yuan was sweating profusely, the skirt and shirt on her body were soaked in sweat, her throat was sweet, she lay on the ground and vomited, her limbs and bones were in severe pain like regenerating broken bones, her face was pale from the torment, and the miasma was silent. When it dissipated, the cold wind howled, all the 49 crow feather lanterns were extinguished, and the bloody charms on the ground turned into a pile of ashes, and the grassy yard became even more dilapidated.

Song Yuan shuddered, feeling cold all over his body, and his mind was also extremely clear at this moment.

has it ended?

Her always straight back was hunched, sweat slid down her cheeks, and before it fell, she was blown away by the cold wind without a trace, her body trembling uncontrollably, as if she was reacquainted with her master.

In the silence, the great Wu Zhiyan climbed up to the mountain of sacrifice, looking at him, there was only one thought in Song Yuan's mind: this magic stick is really capable.

He looked down at Song Yuan for a while, squatted down and looked at Song Yuan, his eyes under the mask were puzzled, he stretched out his slender hands to calculate, and his gaze towards Song Yuan changed rapidly.

"Variation?" He murmured softly, then smiled: "The man has already left, young master can rest assured."

son?

Song Yuan's heart tightened, ignoring his weakness and pain, he subconsciously clenched his fists, raised his pale face, and stared at him defensively: "What son? You misidentified the person."

"I won't admit my mistake." He was very sure, and he didn't mean to break up with Song Yuan. He just leaned forward slightly and said in a voice that only she could hear: "I was entrusted by someone to recall Song Yuan, the ninth son who was caught by a ghost. .”

Song Yuan was greatly shocked. Looking at his eyes hidden under the mask, he realized what he meant by "where comes and goes" just now. He reminded himself from the very beginning that what he wanted to get rid of, It is Guan Yan.

Thinking about this, Song Yuan didn't dare to be careless, and asked vigilantly, "Who is entrusted by?"

(End of this chapter)