I really don't want to be a disaster

Every village, the one-armed old man's house, is locked.

But Irin didn't break in again.

First, the unremarkable lifesaving hammer needs to be reserved for a number of uses in case of emergency.

The second is... not necessary.

Irene also had an answer in her heart.

But there is one more place that must be visited.

Otherwise, Irene can't be relieved.

Moreover, continuing to dig into the plot can also make the final clearance evaluation higher.

"climb mountains?"

Pan Zhengyi thought about it.

Suddenly a sentence came out: "Is it the kind of taking a photo?"

"?"

Pan Zhengyi laughed inexplicably.

Yi Rin was at a loss, thinking that Pan Zhengyi's brain hole did not know which inexplicable time line was connected.

He suddenly remembered Molly's theory of "seeing and seeing".

Maybe Pan Zhengyi's brain can really receive some mysterious pieces of information?

"..."

after an hour.

Yi Rin and Pan Zhengyi climbed to the top of the mountain.

The mountain road was rugged, and Yi Rin struggled a lot.

When we reached the top of the mountain, there was a dense layer of sweat beads on the top of the head.

The strength attribute... is still a little lower.

Irene was a little helpless.

All I can say is... you can't have both.

He glanced back at Pan Zhengyi, who was leisurely and smirked from time to time.

I suddenly regretted that Mao had to bring this guy on his own.

If you don't bring it...

"never mind."

Irene thought about it, but didn't care.

It's useless to regret what has happened.

When he reached the top of the mountain, Yi Rin took another look at the "Ghost Qi List", his expression neither happy nor sad.

A faint red mist shrouded the top of the mountain.

As if made of blood.

Yi Rin's nose moved slightly, and in the mist, there was an elegant fragrance.

The Ghost Mist Mountain, which is shaped like a skeleton, and the scenery on the top of the mountain is somewhat unexpected.

There are bright red flowers all around.

Here is a sea of ​​flowers.

Sea of ​​bright red flowers.

like blood.

The elegant fragrance spreads from this sea of ​​flowers.

When Yi Rin stepped into the sea of ​​flowers, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

These lush flowers have no leaves.

On the bare stalks, only small flowers bloom.

Behind the bright and splendid, it gives people a feeling of loneliness.

Yi Rin's heart moved, and she picked one flower at will.

A line of text appeared in front of him.

……

【The other shore flower】

【Grade】None

[Effect] It's just a flower, what effect do you want?

[Explanation] According to legend, the Bianhua flower grows at the junction of Yin and Yang. It blooms for 1000 years and falls for 1000 years.

……

"The other shore flower?"

Irin thought that this was just a legend.

Why is it driving on the top of Guiwu Mountain?

"Boundary between Yin and Yang?" Yi Rin pondered in a low voice again.

Irin is well aware of the urine nature of the inner world.

There are no gratuitous existences, and no explanations that have no effect.

Since the other side of the flower grows here, there must be his reason.

In this sea of ​​flowers and flowers on the other side, when Yi Rin and Pan Zhengyi stepped into the sea, countless petals fluttered and danced all over the sky.

The flower in Yi Rin's hand, just picked off, the stalk withered at a speed visible to the naked eye. In a blink of an eye, the petals withered, flew, and merged into the petals in the sky, scattered and poignant. .

At the end of the sea of ​​flowers, there seems to be something.

Yi Rin stepped forward, and Pan Zhengyi followed behind.

Above the head, the moon looks more and more ruddy.

As if to drip blood.

Obviously the sun has not yet set, but the light of the moon has actually covered the sun.

Dominate.

The more Yi Rin went to the depths of the sea of ​​flowers on the other side, there was a vague sense of discomfort in her mind.

It's like... some kind of mysterious power has invaded his brain and is affecting his thinking.

In an instant, in Yi Rin's ears, rustling voices echoed continuously.

It has been echoing for a long time.

Yi Rin couldn't help but pay attention to distinguish the rustling voice carefully, and listen more carefully, as if... there were countless people whispering in their ears.

"Illusion?"

Yi Rin shook his head, feeling that something was wrong.

Even if it is an illusion, he has a certain resistance in the face of his will attribute as high as 7.1.

Yi Rin focused her attention and tried her best to ignore it. The inexplicable whispers in her ears continued to walk forward.

He didn't notice that Pan Zhengyi, who was following behind him, was suddenly shocked and froze in place, as if he had been electrocuted.

Pan Zhengyi's eyes first became loose and cloudy, and then gradually became clear...

Brilliant.

……

……

At the end of the sea of ​​flowers on the other side, there are two earthen tombs erected.

There are two tombstones on the two graves.

The tombstone seems to have a certain age, but the surrounding is very clean, and there are no weeds around the tomb.

The handwriting on the tombstone is clearly legible.

"Nie Hongxiu's Tomb"!

"Bai Xiaoyi's Tomb"!

Nie Hongxiu...Bai Xiaoyi!

Yi Rin's breath was stagnant, and her eyes froze slightly.

Around the two tombstones, there seems to be some kind of strange pattern engraved on the ground.

It looks like some kind of ancient formation.

"No... This looks more like a religious ceremony."

Between the tombstones of Nie Hongxiu and Bai Xiaoyi, there is a piece of soil, which seems to be different from the surrounding, and has traces of being turned over.

Yi Rin moved in his heart, squatted down, thought about it, took out Xiao Shisan's ancient knife from the storage space, and prepared to dig.

At this moment, Pan Zhengyi suddenly smiled.

An afterimage suddenly swept out from the sea of ​​flowers on the other side, like a stream of light, rushing directly behind Yi Rin.

Irin had already sensed the existence of the figure through "tactile sense".

When he was about to make a move, he was surprised to find that Pan Zhengyi was faster than him.

Clang.

Pan Zhengyi smiled slightly, squinting his eyes, and a dangerous light flashed in the gap of his eyes.

Snapped.

The broken knife in Pan Zhengyi's hand collapsed again.

But the figure has been completely blocked.

Irin stopped her preparations for digging and stood up.

Looking at the figure blocked in front of Pan Zhengyi, there was an unbelievable expression on his ashen face.

Irene laughed.

"You followed us all the way, and when you saw that I was about to dig down, you finally couldn't help it?"

"Should I call you the old ghost hunter? Or..."

"Nie Xiu?"

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Chapter 81 The Legendary Nie Xiu! (Ask for a recommendation ticket)

The old ghost hunter, no, it should be said that he was the legendary ghost hunter... Nie Xiu.

When he heard from Yi Rin's mouth the real name that he had abandoned for many years, two bright rays suddenly shot out from those turbid eyes.

Like electricity and frost.

Sharp and cold.

"How did you know?"

After a few seconds, Nie Xiu didn't wait for Yi Rin to answer, and continued to talk to himself: "Ten years...out there, does anyone still remember me, Nie Xiu?"

Irene smiled without saying a word.

Neither answer.