Chapter 170

All the way down the Lingshan mountain of hengyuezong, ye Chen took out a black robe and put it on his body. Then he took out a cloak and called out the immortal fire, which turned into immortal fire cloud color. Then he flew to Zhao, a thousand miles away.

Six hours later, he fell out of the air.

Not far away, is a small village, although it is at night, but still can see the beautiful scenery around.

However, at this time, the small village was still quiet and scarred. There was a strong smell of blood in the air. Even the wind blowing was like a howl.

"This should be Shanhe village." Spread out the map, ye Chen glanced at it, and then looked at a small village in front of him.

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

"It's so hateful." Ye Chen's cold voice is sonorous, and his face is like frost.

No wonder he was so. He saw collapsed houses and blood splashed bamboo and wood along the way. He could imagine the bloody scene of the small village when it was completely slaughtered.

Although he is a monk, he should ask with all his heart, but he knows that the so-called friars are also derived from human beings. People will have all kinds of heart, and all people have good and evil. As a monk, he can hardly tolerate the tragic death of innocent people.

"they are all innocent people, who is so cruel." While saying, ye Chen is constantly searching for clues in the houses.

However, this circle turned down, he did not find the slightest, the person who made the move was very cautious and did not leave any clues.

Helpless, he had to leave.

Then, according to intelligence instructions, he went to dozens of other villages, but still found nothing.

At this moment, night has come.

Ye Chen appeared in a small village where he was recently slaughtered. As a monk, his soul has advanced to the mysterious realm, and it is easy to find strong resentment in the village.

Yeah?

Is walking, ye Chen eyebrows slightly wrinkled, "soul wave."

Immediately, he followed the weak soul wave, until a withered peach blossom tree stopped his body.

In the distance, he saw an illusory figure floating there, the body was transparent, vaguely visible that it was a girl of 12-3 years old, wandering under the peach blossom tree.

"Soul." Ye Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and saw the category of the girl.

The so-called soul is an incomplete soul, but it has some characteristics of the soul. Monks have souls, ordinary people have souls.

After the death of ordinary people, the soul will also dissipate. However, the soul that can still exist between heaven and earth must have a strong power of thinking, which can be obsession and resentment, which means that they are still attached to the world, so whether they will disappear for a long time.

Thinking in this way, ye Chen walked in the past, maybe walking with wind, so that the soul of the girl's illusory body are some floating swaying.

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

Hearing Ye Chen talking to herself, the girl looked at Ye Chen with a confused face, nodded, and shook her head in some delirium.

For the girl's answer, ye Chen is not surprised.

Although the soul with strong mental power can survive in the world for a period of time, the memory of their life will mostly exist in a state of confusion. What they can remember is only the things they cling to, and the things they cling to are the source of their strong thinking power.

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

"Ah Ali. " The girl looked at Ye Chen with trembling eyes, as if she felt some dangerous breath from ye Chen's body, making her unreal body curled up in a piece, like a frightened child.

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

"Blood Blood colored clothes. "

"Bloody clothes." Ye Chen frowned a little. According to Ali, the evil forces who slaughtered this village were all dressed in bloody clothes. Although the amount of intelligence information was very small, it was a little bit of a harvest.

"How many of them are there?" Ye Chen asked again, hoping to get more information.

However, Ali's face was confused, and then only shook his head.

Next, ye Chen asked a lot of questions, but Ali, who had a vague memory before his death, mostly just shook his head. He didn't get any more information except the bloody clothes.

"Little sister, do you have any unfinished wish?" In the end, ye Chen gave up questioning the evil force and asked about Ali's obsession. Although he was not related to Ali, he didn't want to see this weak girl do a ghost in this desolate place.

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

Under the moonlight, Ali's two small hands crossed on his chest, smiling brightly, "that year my brother left, he said that a man's husband wanted to protect his country, and he also said that he must be a general and return home in good clothes. He planted this peach blossom tree and asked me to wait for him to come back here.""It's just that I've been waiting for ten years and my brother hasn't come back." Speaking of this, Ali lowered his head slightly.

Looking at the lonely Ali, ye Chen is only silent, even if a girl died, but eventually do not want to leave home, persistent thing is waiting for the only family member to return.

Just ah! Sometimes things are so cruel.

Perhaps, Ali's brother had already died in the battle, and turned into a pile of dead bones in the battlefield. Poor for her, she was still waiting. Even if she turned into a soul, she would continue to wait.

Sometimes, as a monk, he also had to admire ordinary people's obsession. Peach blossom trees blossom every year. Ten years may be just a flash for friars, but for Ali, it is more than 3000 days and nights of missing.

"Brother, Ali missed you." When ye Chen sighs, Ali's erratic soul curls up in the peach blossom tree again, holding his knees in both hands. He is extremely weak, which makes him cherish.

"Come with me! I'll take you to your brother. " Ye Chen finally opened his mouth. Although he was not the Savior, he did not want this weak girl to be so miserable and become a ghost.

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

Oh!

Ye Chen sighed helplessly, but he didn't force him. He just turned around silently and walked out a few steps. Then he turned back and looked at the little girl under the peach blossom tree and asked, "little sister, what's your brother's name?"

"Yang Fan."

"Yang Fan." Ye Chen murmured and finally looked at Ali. He turned around and disappeared in the night.