Chapter 170 Ali

All the way down the Lingshan Mountain of Hengyuezong, Ye Chen took out a black robe and put it on his body, and took out a cloak to wear it, and then summoned the fairy fire, let it transform into a fairy fire cloud, and then moved towards a Zhao Guo, who was thousands of miles away, flew away.

Six hours later, he fell from the air.

Not far away is a small village. Although it is night, you can still see the beautiful scenery all around.

However, the small village at this time was terrifyingly quiet, with devastated eyes and a thick bloody smell wafting in the air, and even the wind that was blowing seemed to be wailing.

"This should be Shanhe Village." Spreading out the map, Ye Chen glanced at a small village in front of him.

After receiving the map, Ye Chen walked into the small village gently, and found that the ground under his feet was all red, and there were several places where the blood had not dried up.

"Extremely hateful." Ye Chen said coldly and sonorously, his face like frost.

He didn't blame him for this, just because all he saw were collapsed houses and bamboo and wood splattered with blood. He could imagine the bloody scene when this small village was slaughtered.

Although he is a cultivator, he should ask with one heart, but he knows that the so-called cultivator is also derived from human beings. People will have ordinary hearts, people have good and evil, and innocent people die tragically. As a cultivator, he, intolerable,

"It's all innocent people, who is so cruel." As he said, Ye Chen kept searching in the houses, hoping to find clues.

It's just that after this circle, he didn't find the slightest, and the person who shot it was very cautious and didn't leave any clues. New 81 Chinese website updates the fastest mobile terminal: https:/

Helpless, he had to leave.

Next, he followed the intelligence instructions and went to more than a dozen other small villages that were slaughtered, but still found nothing.

At this moment, night has come.

Ye Chen appeared in a small village that was slaughtered recently. It was really miserable. As a cultivator, his soul has advanced to the profound realm, and it is easy to find strong resentment in the village.

Um?

While walking, Ye Chen frowned slightly, "Soul fluctuations."

Immediately, he followed the faint wave of the soul, and only stopped under a withered peach tree.

In the distance, he saw an illusory figure floating there, with a transparent body, and it could be vaguely seen that it was a girl of twelve or thirteen years old, wandering in confusion and hesitation under the peach blossom tree.

"Soul." Ye Chen narrowed his eyes slightly and saw the category the girl belonged to.

The so-called soul is an incomplete soul, but it has certain characteristics of the soul. A monk has a soul, and a mortal has a soul.

After the death of mortals, the soul will also dissipate, but all the souls that can still exist between heaven and earth must have a strong psychic power. This psychic power can be obsession or resentment, which means that they are still attached to the world, so they will not be for a long time. will dissipate.

With this thought in mind, Ye Chen walked over, perhaps walking with the wind, so that the ghost girl's illusory body floated and swayed a little.

"Little sister, were you from this village before you died?" Ye Chen asked tentatively, looking at the girl's soul.

Hearing Ye Chen talking to herself, the girl looked at Ye Chen with a bewildered face, nodded, and then shook her head a little deliriously.

Ye Chen was not surprised by the girl's answer.

Even if a soul with powerful psychic power can remain in the world for a period of time,

But most of the memories of their lifetime will exist in a state of ignorance. What they can remember is only the things they were attached to during their lifetime, and the things they were attached to were the source of their powerful thoughts.

"What's your name?" Ye Chen's tone was as gentle as possible, hoping to find some clues from the girl's mouth.

"A...Ali." The girl gave Ye Chen a trembling look, as if she felt some kind of dangerous aura from Ye Chen, causing her illusory body to curl up together, like a frightened child.

"Do you still remember what the people who killed you looked like?" Ye Chen asked again.

"Blood... bloody clothes."

"Scarlet clothes." Ye Chen frowned slightly. According to what Ali said, the evil forces who slaughtered this village were wearing bloody clothes. Although the amount of intelligence information was small, it was a little gain.

"How many people do they have?" Ye Chen asked again, hoping to get more information.

However, Ali looked confused, and then only shook his head.

Next, Ye Chen asked a lot of questions, but Ali, who had a hazy memory before his death, mostly just shook his head. Apart from the bloody clothes, he didn't get any more information.

"Little sister, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?" In the end, Ye Chen gave up asking the evil forces, and instead asked about the things Ali was obsessed with. Although he was not related to Ali, he was I don't want to see this weak girl being a lonely ghost in this desolate place.

"I'm waiting for my brother." This time, the girl said it clearly.

Under the moonlight, Ali crossed his little hands on his chest and smiled brightly, "That year when my brother left, he said that a manly man wants to defend his family and the country, and he also said that he must be a general and return home in fine clothes. Planted this peach tree and let me wait here for him to come back."

"It's just that I have waited ten years and I haven't seen my brother come back." Having said this, Ali lowered his head slightly.

Looking at the lonely Ali, Ye Chen was only silent. Even if a girl died, she was reluctant to leave her hometown. The only thing she was obsessed with was waiting for her only relative to return.

Just ah! Sometimes things are just so cruel.

Perhaps, Ali's brother had already died in battle and turned into a pile of dead bones. Pity she is still waiting, even if she turns into a soul, she will continue to wait.

Sometimes, as a monk, he also has to admire the obsession of mortals. The peach blossom tree blooms every year. Ten years may only be a snap for a monk, but for Ali, it is three years. Thousands of thoughts day and night.

"Brother, Ali misses you." When Ye Chen sighed inwardly, Ali's erratic soul curled up again in the peach tree, hugging his knees with both hands, so weak that he aroused pity.噺⒏⑴The fastest full text of 祌文んττρs:/м.χ8㈠zщ.còм/

"Come with me! I'll take you to find your brother." Ye Chen finally spoke up. Although he was not the savior, he didn't want this weak girl to be so miserable and become a lonely ghost.

"I can't go, what if my brother can't find me when he comes back?" Ali shook his head gently and sat under the peach blossom tree with his knees in his arms.

Why!

Ye Chen sighed helplessly, but he didn't force it, he just turned around silently, and after walking a few steps, he turned his head again, looked at the lovable little girl under the peach blossom tree, and asked, "Little sister, your brother What is your name."

"Yang Fan."

"Yang Fan." Ye Chen murmured, and glanced at Ali for the last time, then he turned around and disappeared into the dark night.