Journey To the World of Film and Television

  Chapter 485 Speed ​​up the progress

   "Dream Soul Pill, Dream End Soul Scatter"

  Zhou Ji looked at Menghunzhi, who was both physically and psychologically uncomfortable, without hiding the disgust on his face.

Zhou Ji still remembered a movie called "The Matrix" before embarking on a time-traveling journey. If the way to forget the pain is to live in a dream all the time, using oneself as nourishment to become a half-dead potted plant, that would be too much despair.

Zhou Ji has never seen what the real 'Dream Soul Pill' looks like, but from Jiaoxian's tone of voice, it should be an extremely rare 'elixir' that only exists in the heavens. Revealed an evil spirit.

   Obviously someone specially bred it.

  Zhou Ji floated up in the air, looking at the entire Mirror Lake under his feet, the dense branches of dream souls made people feel chills in the back and numb in the scalp.

With a snap of Zhou Ji's fingers, thunderclouds rolled over Jinghu Lake. Accompanied by a flash of light penetrating the heavens and the earth, the supernatural thunder crashed down. The robbing thunder that contained a destructive aura instantly flooded the lake. The power grid spread and crackled, quickly igniting the lake. The branches and vines ignited raging fire like burning rivers and boiling seas, illuminating half of the night sky.

  Qinchuan is not too far from Wuling Mountain. The night sky in the southwest direction was suddenly illuminated by fire, which quickly attracted the attention of Qinchuan people.

  Qinchuan government office hurriedly sent people to investigate the cause of the fire and its exact location. Uncle Wu and other police officers were also sent to the town to step up inspections to prevent the lantern festival from catching fire.

   Just when the defense of the government office was empty, a group of thieves who sneaked into the town during the Qixi Lantern Festival broke into the prison, rescued Li Panan from the prison who was about to be executed, and escorted the village owner back to Fanyunzhai.

Fang Ruqin stood outside the gazebo by the river, staring at Ouyang Shaogong who was playing the piano for her, and heard the noise coming from the direction of the government office, couldn't help but frowned slightly, looked around and asked, "What happened?" Is it? Why did I hear the police gong over the Yamen?"

  The sound of the piano was interrupted, Ouyang Shaogong raised his eyes to look at the flames lit up in the southwest night sky, his eyes fixed, and he recognized that it was the direction of Wuling Mountain Stream.

  Just now when Fang Ruqin invited him to come to the river to set off the river lanterns, Zhou Ji didn't follow. Could it be that he went to Wuling Mountain Stream?

  Ouyang Shaogong's eyes flashed a cold and murderous intent.

  If this is the case, it means that Mr. Zhou is not as gentle and friendly as he appears on the surface, and he should know something he shouldn't know.

   "Maybe the water is leaking somewhere?"

  Ouyang Shaogong's slightly frowned brows slowly relaxed, showing his usual smile, "It's getting late, everyone must have gone back, let's go back too."

  Fang Ruqin heard Shaogong play the piano again after many years, and she used the thousand-year-old ice silk that she helped to find. She was about to go back after listening to a piece, and she felt a little bit reluctant after all.

  However, there seemed to be some turmoil in the town. Fang Ruqin was a little worried about the safety of Lan Sheng and Miss Sun, so she nodded and agreed to go back with Shaogong.

Back at Fang's house, Ouyang Shaogong did not find Zhou Ji's figure, so he sent Fang Ruqin back to his room, and then Ouyang Shaogong returned to his side courtyard room, and was about to change into the ghost-masked man's suit and go to Wuling Mountain to investigate. Only to find that the pieces of Yuheng in the package were missing.

   Without Yuheng's increased spiritual power, Ouyang Shaogong didn't want to run into Zhou Ji face to face with his current strength alone.

   What's more, Yuheng is very important to him. He has been searching for this fragment for many years. How can he give up so easily?

  Reluctant to change back to his regular clothes, Ouyang Shaogong walked towards the door with a gloomy face, and met Jitong who was walking towards him.

   "Shao Gong, you are?"

   "Aunt Tong, Yuheng is missing, I'm going to find Yuheng." Although Ouyang Shaogong was still angry with Jitong, he stopped, explained, and continued to walk outside.

"Shaogong, everything has a number of days, and it's hard to do what people want. Now that Yuheng is lost, it's God's will." Ji Tong looked at the ghost mask in Ouyang Shaogong's hand, and persuaded with a complicated expression: "Shaogong, I I advise you not to be obsessed with finding Yuheng's resurrected deceased."

  Ouyang Shaogong said impatiently: "Aunt Tong, you don't even know my feelings for Xunfang."

  Jitong sighed softly, and persuaded: "How can I not understand? But Miss Ruqin has a deep affection for you, and has waited for you for so many years, why don't you hesitate to take the people around you, do you have to wait until you lose it before you know regret it?"

"Enough!" Ouyang Shaogong interrupted Jitong with a flick of his sleeve, his raised voice calmed down, and his face sank like water: "I regretted it after I lost it. All I think about is for Xunfang. What's the point of my life if I don't get to Xunfang? Aunt Tong, I can handle my affairs by myself, so don't worry about it."

  Ouyang Shaogong finished speaking, put on a cold and hideous ghost mask in front of Jitong, turned around and walked out of the yard.

   One night without words, the next day dawns.

  Last night at the Qixi Lantern Festival, the thieves from Fanyunzhai, who had been dismissed by the Yamen, broke into the prison and rescued the leader of the thieves, Li Panan, and the Wuling mountain stream set fire to Jinghu Lake. These two events quickly spread throughout Qinchuan.

  Wu Butou took a dozen government servants to Fanyunzhai to search for Li Pan'an's trace, but there was no news of him for three days.

Aunt Wu was worried about Uncle Wu's safety, so she came to Fang's house and wanted to ask Baili Tusu to help Fanyunzhai to save people. Change.

  Zhou Ji frowned slightly, inadvertently glanced at Ouyang Shaogong who was on the side of the crowd, and instinctively looked at him.

  Ouyang Shaogong noticed Zhou Ji's gaze, showing a hint of doubt, "Did Mr. Zhou discover anything?"

  Zhou Ji didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd that Ouyang Shaogong made, but a faint thought reminded him that it seemed to be related to himself.

  Zhou Ji smiled with great interest, and said casually: "It's nothing, I just think the evil spirit here is a bit weird, everyone be careful."

   "I think so too!" Fang Lansheng held the slightly glowing sapphire Si Nan Pei in his hands, looked around nervously and said, "Li Pan'an was obviously rescued, but why does it look like there is no one here?"

   "Just go in and take a look."

   Baili Tusu led the way, and Feng Qingxue followed quickly.

  The further you go behind Fanyunzhai, the stronger the evil spirit that surrounds you.

   There is also a smell of blood coming along the mountain road.

  Fang Lansheng followed the crowd and saw them stop suddenly. He moved to the front curiously, looked around and said, "What's wrong? Why don't you leave?"

   Before the word '了' came out, the tumbling gastric juice had already poured into his throat, and he couldn't help but look away, squatting beside him and throwing up wildly.

  I saw the devastation in front of the Juyi Hall.

  The blood stains that had been exposed to the sun for three days formed dark red blood scabs that covered the flat stone slabs in front of the hall. As far as the eye could see, there were mutilated corpses everywhere, as well as traces of fighting.

  Backed in a rusty breeze, a rag rolled up and passed by.

Baili Tusu subconsciously took the blood-stained cloth, and saw the decorations that only the government's arresters could have. The days when he left Fang's house and was taken in by Uncle Wu came to his mind. Baili Tusu lowered his head, looking at the blood stains on the rags, his eyes were gradually filled with fine blood.

   (After self-reflection, I found that I liked the storyline of Ouyang Shaogong, Xunfang, and Ruqin too much, which resulted in too much drama. Next, adjust the focus as much as possible, speed up the progress, and try to exercise restraint.)

  (end of this chapter)