Dragon Seeker

Maybe I have been immersed in the darkness of bloodshed and chaos for too long, and just a little light makes me ecstatic.

I am like some insects that are attracted to light. When I see the light, I feel eager and can't help saying, "That's the most conspicuous place. Maybe Brother Yaozi and his men have gathered there. Why don't we go there too? With more people, we can always take care of each other."

Cang Yao didn't respond. He stared at the white light in a daze, frowning slightly, as if thinking about something, and even ignored the ghost soldiers running around us.

"Something's wrong!"

After a moment, she whispered, "It's very evil. I'm afraid it's not a good place."

She said this, obviously she felt something, and she stayed by my side silently, no longer paying attention to the abnormality over there.

Da Da Da!

A dull sound of horse hooves came.

The ghost soldiers hovering around us finally lost their patience. A ghost knight suddenly rushed out from behind, holding a broken spear, and rushed towards me and Cang Yao. Before he could kill us, he raised the short spear in his hand high.

Cang Yao raised his eyebrows, turned around and was about to resist, but a strange scene appeared. The aggressive ghost soldier just came in front of us, his body tilted, and he fell directly from his horse. For a while, the ghost neighed and the horse neighed, and soon stopped abruptly, "puff" turned into a wisp of black air and dissipated, leaving only a green sword stuck in the ground.

There is no doubt that someone took action and pierced the ghost soldier from behind.

The ghost soldiers who were originally wandering in the darkness seemed to see the Ten Kings of Hell coming to the world in person. They let out a shrill ghost cry, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye. They were actually scared away just like that.

However, Cang Yao was not at ease at all, and his face became even more solemn. He subconsciously took a step back, away from the sword, and stared at the direction where the ghost soldiers were coming.

Soon after, a thin figure walked towards us step by step.

This is a place where yin and yang are in chaos and evil spirits are rampant, but he is walking leisurely.

When I got closer, I could see clearly that he was just a boy who looked only thirteen or fourteen years old at most, with a bun on his head and a wide Taoist robe on his body, but it was very shabby and there were many patches on the Taoist robe.

This... is not a person at all!

Although I don't have Zhang Xinya's yin and yang eyes, I have made some progress after this trip. I can't feel any human aura from him!

Cang Yao had quietly retreated behind me, staying very close to me, with his toes under my body, and whispered in a voice that only I could hear: "This is a big guy, I can't deal with it. I'll see how the situation is later. If we really fight, I'm afraid I will have to use your body. Without the Earth Spirit Pearl, I can't last more than three moves under his hands!!"

She is definitely not a modest person, but now she is saying this, which shows how much pressure this young man in front of her has put on her!

I guess if the other party hadn't taken action to deal with the ghost soldiers, it would be difficult to distinguish between enemies and friends, and I'm afraid she would have pounced on him long ago.

The young man seemed to have not seen the two of us, tilted his head, and didn't know what he was thinking. He casually stepped forward to pick up the sword, and when he looked up, his eyes finally fell on me.

Then... he smiled.

His face was clear and delicate, very tender, and he showed a mouthful of white teeth: "You are our little disciple, right?"

In a trance, I seemed to understand.

Lao Bai said that there are heroic souls in the Zhenwu flag, all of whom are the deceased Qingwei Daoists.

Obviously, the one in front of me is one of them. Although he looks immature, he is just stuck in the moment of his death. He calls me his little disciple. In terms of seniority, he should be a fellow disciple of my master's generation.

"Don't be surprised. When Daoxuan's nephew paid homage to us, he told us about you."

The boy laughed to himself, walked up, and patted my head in an old-fashioned way.

In terms of seniority, he is indeed an elder.

But looking at his immature face, I always feel weird in my heart. My eyes fell on his chest and saw seven or eight bullet holes on his patched Taoist robe.

These bullet holes, without exception, are all on the front.

In connection with the past events that Lao Bai talked about, it is not difficult to imagine that during the turbulent period decades ago, this boy was only thirteen or fourteen years old, but he had to go to the battlefield and eventually died under the muzzle of a gun.

Thinking of this, I can't help but feel a little sad.

"I am the fourteenth child. My senior brothers call me Old Fourteen, but you can't call me that. I am your fourteenth ancestor."

The young man grinned, and was very interested in the seniority issue. After thinking for a while, he took out a small porcelain bottle from his chest, put it in my hand, and said with a smile: "This is our first meeting. As an elder, I don't have anything to give you, so I'll give you this. You can use it. This is what I snatched from the King of Hell."

Speaking of this, he was a little proud, with his head held high, as if waiting for someone to praise him.

I sighed in my heart and whispered, "The Fourteenth Ancestor is mighty."

The young man was extremely happy. He flicked his sleeves and said that the demons were not gone. He would go to exorcise them. He left like that. He was very free and easy. His back was slender. He was holding a long sword that was completely inconsistent with his body size. He walked farther and farther away until he disappeared completely...

Cang Yao breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, the people of Qingwei Dao are too scary. Why are they so profound in Taoism in just a hundred years? I thought something extraordinary had come out of the tomb..."

After saying that, her eyes fell on the porcelain bottle in my hand. She took it and opened the cork. She put it to her nose and sniffed it gently. She couldn't help laughing and said that my fourteenth ancestor was really willing to give up good things.

There was a strange potion in the porcelain bottle. I also smelled it. It tasted a bit like Isatis root, but mixed with a sour taste.

Cang Yao said that this was the resurrection grass. The things below were rare in the world. When Fu Hao was seriously injured, King Wu Ding of Shang was willing to give ten cities to ask for one plant but failed.

It is said that only those who have returned to the living can occasionally obtain this item.

This return to the living, of course, does not mean to come back to life, but to force their way into the underworld!

Life is a drama that can be taken up and cannot be put down. If you really pick up the bowl of Meng Po soup, there are very few people who can drink it in one gulp without expression. Most people will inevitably have ripples in their hearts, and there are also a small number of people who are unwilling and unwilling, so they embark on the road of resistance, go against the road of Huangquan, and directly confront the underworld.

Of course, nine out of ten people will not have a good ending, and there are also many people who are soul-scattered, but there are exceptions to everything. There are always some ruthless characters who can force their way out.

It is rumored that these people who can break out are not actually going through the gates of hell. No one can escape from the gates of hell controlled by countless ghost soldiers and ghosts. It is like sneaking across the river, so naturally they have to find another way.

On the way of smuggling, you can occasionally see the resurrection grass. This thing is useless to the dead, but it is very useful to the living. I dare not say that it can bring the dead back to life, but at least it can heal the wounds that are difficult to heal!

The bottle of potion that the fourteenth ancestor gave me was made by boiling this resurrection grass as a medicine.

"It seems that the disciples of your Qingwei Dao should have escaped from below collectively after death."

Cang Yao whispered: "You really need this thing. If you are injured one after another, even if you can survive, you will probably have a root of disease. With this thing, there will be no hidden dangers in this regard."

As she said, she fed me half a bottle.

The taste of this thing is definitely not good. It is very bitter and has a strange taste. After drinking it, it is like drinking ice water in the cold wind in the cold winter. The whole person is shivering with cold, but the pain in the abdominal cavity is relieved a lot.

Cang Yao removed the gauze on my face and applied the remaining half bottle on my face.

She applied the medicine very carefully and was very close to me. I looked at her steadily, which made her angry. She stuffed the bottle into my hand and asked me to apply the medicine myself. She also threatened to dig out my eyes if I looked again...

The surroundings were not peaceful. Ghosts cried and howled continuously.

I saw several disciples of Qingwei Dao again.

There was a burly man with hair and beard, holding a big knife and chasing and hacking at the ghost soldiers.

There was also an elderly man with a gaunt face and a fairy-like appearance. He came and went like the wind and attacked in the dark.

...

They did not stop, at most they turned back and smiled and nodded at me.

Gradually, the wind stopped and the red fog dissipated.

Although it was still late at night, at least it was not as chaotic as before, and the visibility was so low that it was outrageous.

The ghost soldiers disappeared, and the disciples of Qingwei Dao were nowhere to be seen.

Only the blood-stained Zhenwu flag fluttered in the wind.

Under the banner, Lao Bai and Brother Yaozi were sitting with their heads down, looking very embarrassed. Brother Yaozi even had a wound under his ribs.

However, apart from the two of them, I looked around and didn't find any trace of other people! !

The Resurrection Grass is indeed an extraordinary thing. It has not been long since I took it, and I can move freely. I even feel itchy on my face. It should be that the previous burns are healing.

I was anxious and had a bad premonition. I quickly rushed to Brother Yaozi and Lao Bai to ask about the traces of others.

"I don't know..."

Lao Bai woke up from a dream and said, "After being dispersed, I heard Zhang Xinya screaming, and then those ghost soldiers rushed up like crazy, and I didn't pay attention anymore..."

Although this is a shelter, it is after all a deep mountain forest, without so many corners, and the situation around is basically clear at a glance.

Three living people just disappeared without a trace. No one saw them alive, and no one saw their bodies dead.

"Could they have been kidnapped by those ghost soldiers?!"

Brother Yaozi came to his senses and was no longer calm. He jumped up and kicked Lao Bai hard: "What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and find them!!"