It's hard to forget the past.

Although, with Qiu Bodeng around, the risk of Shi Wuluo losing control can be minimized. But once one of the billions happens, it will be a disaster of billions. Twelve years ago, when Shi Wu Luo first fell into a demon, the mists and mists of the twelve continents were raging and spooks ran rampant, and it was difficult to even account for those who lost their lives.

And now that the Fairy Demon Association is imminent, don't know how many undercurrents are surging. Even if they have blocked the news of Baigongzhuang and Shiwuluo's return as much as possible, it is difficult to guarantee that no one will know the news in secret, and plan for this, using Shiwuluo's falling demon to completely detonate the whole situation.

These days, Lu Jing and Monk Budu appear calm on the surface, but they are actually in a cold sweat. They are afraid that at some point, the fallen master Wuluo will suddenly lose control and start a killing spree, slaughtering Meicheng.

Fortunately, apart from just returning from the Great Wilderness and absorbing the magic energy from Baigong Village, Shi Wuluo has been quiet. The weather was so calm that Lu Jing almost forgot that he had fallen into a demon. However, just now, Lu Jing clearly noticed that Shi Wuluo's breath erupted once in Meicheng!

Chaos is incomparable, fleeting.

Lu Jing's heart sank suddenly.

He knew that Qiu Bodeng had been using his divine sense to nourish the soul of Master Wu Luowen, and the Qionghua Mirror of Medicine Valley had been delivered a few days ago. It's almost eliminated - but the aura that Shi Wuluo broke out just now is even more unstable than in Baigongzhuang!

……problem occurs.

"Master Lu, Master Lu?"

Bei Ge Zijin's surprised call brought Lu Jing back to his senses. His temples jumped up and down, he touched the medicine pouch on his waist, and he wanted to look for breath, but he was stunned to find that Shi Wuluo's terrifying breath burst out extremely fast, and disappeared for a moment. Meicheng disappeared.

"...Fuck!"

Lu Jing let out a foul language.

His uncle's! There is not even a trace of breath, where did he come from such a great ability to accurately find out where Shi Wuluo is among the nearly one million people in the entire Meicheng?

He is not a hater!

After scolding for a couple of times, Lu Jing didn't care about nagging Beige Zijin any more. As soon as he lifted the hem of his clothes, he hurriedly walked.

…………………………

"Smoked snow tea! Honey-stained plum blossoms! Red hawthorn!"

"Selling firecrackers! Sounds in the sky! Listen to a bright light in the first month-" "Draw a picture of a cold plum—a picture of the cold plum in the winter solstice! Those who planted the flowers, and those who were close to the stone cliff-"

"..."

In Meicheng, inviting dragons to cut and eating glutinous rice balls are the custom in the morning of the winter solstice. After taking good care of the ancient plums at home and eating warm dumplings, the people of Meicheng should start their day. The hawking, the hawking, the working, and this busyness will continue until the end of the year. When the year closes, there will be six or seven days of real rest.

Until New Year's Eve, this time is the time for the New Year's Eve, and it is also the busiest time for shops in the West District of Meicheng. Visitors come and go to buy all kinds of specialties from here, ranging from plum blossom carvings as large as three or four feet high to plum blossom cakes as small as fingernails. The business of wine and confectionary shops for urbanites and people from poor families is also booming.

"Look at the road when you walk! The poles don't have long eyes!"

A cloth vendor who was picking goods was about to bend over to take care of his load when someone happened to pass by.

He narrowly stopped the basket that almost slipped, and raised his head while complaining.

"what!!!"

The cloth vendor suddenly screamed, and fell to the ground together with the person and the basket, and the colorful cloth scrolls rolled out immediately.

The partner who was arranging the wooden frame next to him turned his head and asked him what was going on. Did he slip when he stepped on the snow? "He, he, he—"

The cloth vendor stuttered and raised his hand, pointing at the person who had walked a certain distance forward, unable to utter a complete sentence.

The companion was surprised and followed his gaze, only to see a lonely back in dark red clothes. The streets were very lively, and people came and went, but for some reason, people seemed to subconsciously avoided the young man in dark red, leaving a space around him.

"Hahaha," his companion didn't care, patted the cloth vendor's shoulder and laughed, "Nine times out of ten, it's a sword cultivator! Sword cultivators are like this, and they have bad tempers, so it's not easy to mess with! Just stay away a little bit. "

"No... not..."

The cloth vendor stammered to explain something.

just……

The young man in the dark red clothes who just passed by was born beautiful, but he was so pale that he didn't look like a living person at all! More importantly, when he passed by, the cloth vendor only felt that the whole world was filled with blood, and the fear of a prey facing a monster that would devour him at any time was born out of thin air.

……Blood.

Meat.

There are living people everywhere, fresh flesh and blood at your fingertips.

The blood-clothed clothes were suppressed into a dull crimson. Except for the excessive paleness, the evil spirit who was not much different from ordinary people was holding a thin and drowsy boy... After the person who bound him fell into a coma, he should have massacred and attacked the evil spirits of the gods. Step by step, the ghost struggled hard, protecting a person out of the alley and walking through the lively streets.

Whether it is a wooden puppet or a condensed body of demonic energy, it is as cold as ice.

He can't warm the people who are most important to him.

But it doesn't matter.

He can bring this person to the most prosperous and lively place, and he can borrow a breath of air from the prosperous and lively to warm this person.

Invisible qi machines from mortals and monks gathered from all directions. String after strand, burning like a blazing sun, passing through the icy body of the evil ghost, removing the evil thoughts and impurities, leaving only the purest and most beautiful things, and then pouring into the other from the fingertips of the evil ghost In the human body, to heal his new wounds and diseases.