Article 167

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"Yeah yeah."

"How did you know we were going to move out? Young Master said clearly that this ghost can't tell the difference between a puppet and a living person. What's going on... Could it be..." The voice of the speaker gradually softened, and he turned around. And stole a glance at Chu Xun. Obviously, he wanted to say whether Chu Xun had made a mistake, or whether Chu Xun hadn't figured it out.

This look was seen by the white-clothed guards of the prefect's mansion, and someone immediately frowned and said angrily: "What are you thinking! There must be someone who leaked the word of mouth, let the ghost king know!"

The man murmured: "Who would tell the ghosts? It won't do any good..." But seeing that the people around him were glaring at him, he resentfully stopped talking.

After a while of silence, someone asked again:

"Young master, that ghost old man will definitely not let it go, what should we do next?"

Chu Xun was very tired and didn't open his eyes, but he still said in a gentle voice: "It's good to last until dawn, after dawn, go out of the city first, and they won't be able to cause trouble during the day."

"But with so many of us, old and young, and some injured, can we make it to Mount Putuo in one day?"

Chu Xun said softly: "Don't worry, you all rest. Tomorrow you can just go on your way, and I will think of a solution."

The young master has always protected them, since he said so, everyone agreed, and a child came over, holding a small piece of sesame candy, and wanted to give it to Chu Xun. Chu Xun slightly opened his eyes, smiled and stroked his hair, and was about to say something when suddenly a guard ran over in panic and shouted: "Master! Master is not good!"

"What's wrong?"

"Young master, young master——Xiao Man—outside the Town God's Temple—" The man was obviously greatly stimulated, and he couldn't speak a whole sentence. Weeping loudly.

Chu Xun got up suddenly, the trace of blood that was still there disappeared, and ran towards the heavy rain.

Chapter 67

The Town God's Temple is at the edge of Chu Xun's mana. The steps of the Town God's Temple can still be protected by the barrier, but the temple itself can no longer be covered by the barrier.

Inside the temple, the lights were dim.

More than a dozen ghosts who have rebuilt their physical bodies are separated on both sides. A woman in red is bound, her back is facing the crowd, and she is looking up at the statue enshrined on the table.

Beside her, Xiaoman stood with downcast eyes, holding a young child under his hands.

Chu Xun lost his voice, "Lan'er!"

This child is none other than Chu Xun's son Chu Lan. Mo Ran's heart tightened, and the taste of the half of the flower cake seemed to be still between his lips and teeth. Seeing that the little boy was restrained, he wanted to go forward, but was stopped by Chu Wanning.

"do not go."

"Why!"

Chu Wanning glanced at him and said softly: "They are all people who died two hundred years ago. Now that this illusion has become reality, I am afraid you will be hurt."

"..." Mo Ran remembered that it was true, no matter what he did, the dead were dead, and nothing could be changed.

The little prince was crying outside the barrier, shouting indistinctly: "Daddy! Daddy save me! Daddy save Lan'er!"

Chu Xun's lips trembled slightly, and he sternly said to Xiao Man, "What are you doing? I never treated you badly, let him go!"

Xiaoman turned a deaf ear to it, and kept his face down, as if he hadn't heard anything, but he could see the hesitation in Chulan's heart with his hands holding Chulan. There was a mole on his left hand, and the back of his hand was bulging, trembling uncontrollably. .

At this time, the city residents who had gathered for refuge in the prefect's mansion also came after them one after another. When they saw the scene inside the temple, they couldn't help being surprised and angry, and whispered:

"That's the young master's son..."

"how so……"

Xiaoman raised the knife in his hand and loosened the rope of the woman in red. The woman came back to her senses and turned her head slowly. She was extremely beautiful, as clear as a flower, with a handsome neck, but her face was as pale as paper, but her lips were as bright as red. Xue, smiling at Chu Xun, is more creepy than charming.

The ethereal candlelight illuminated her Gu Panshengqing face, and at the moment when she saw her face clearly, both Chu Xun and the older people in the crowd behind them all froze.

There was a tinge of sadness in that woman's smile, and she said softly, "Husband."

Ink burning: "!!"

Chu Wanning: "..."

This woman is none other than Chu Xun's late wife!

Mrs. Chu's eyes fluttered, and she wanted to take her son from Xiaoman. Xiaoman refused at first, but Mrs. Chu, as a ghost, was much stronger than him after breaking free, so she snatched the child away with a little force. It's a pity that she contracted the plague and died before the child was full moon, so the little son had never seen his mother, and he was still crying for a while, calling for Daddy, asking Chu Xun to save him.

"Good boy, don't cry, mother will take you to find your father."

Mrs. Chu embraced the child with her jade arms as slender as autumn reeds, picked him up, walked out of the temple gate slowly, walked along the bluestone steps soaked in rain, all the way to the upper clear barrier, stood in front of Chu Xun, and raised her eyebrows. Between happiness and sorrow, sadness and joy.

"Husband, after a few years, you... are you doing well?"

But Chu Xun couldn't say a word, his hanging fingertips couldn't help trembling, his pair of phoenix eyes looked at the woman behind the barrier, and the sockets of his eyes gradually turned red.

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