Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 295 The One Chosen by the Evil God

He cried out in a trembling voice:

"Big brother?"

The woman replied in a shrill voice, lowering her head: "Let's talk inside!"

Sensing something was amiss, a wave of fear surged in his heart. Du Fang immediately blocked the door and shouted, "Who are you, a sinister monster? What have you done to my father?"

The woman looked up in surprise. "I'm your elder brother, Du Chuan. Why don't you recognize me?"

"This is your sister-in-law!"

The tall man beside him nodded hurriedly. Du Fang could hear his voice getting hoarse.

"You...how did you become like this?"

"Let's talk inside..."

As soon as Tofu Danzi entered the door, two golden sword beams suddenly jumped out from the sword in Du Fang's hand and slashed towards the two of them.

Du Fang looked at the heartbreaking scene before him and screamed:

"don't want……"

This sword strike scared Du Fang so much that he almost closed his eyes. Was this going to wipe out his only relative from the world?

A black light rolled down the two of them like a snake and rushed out from the crack in the door.

What’s even more amazing is that the eldest brother and his sister-in-law’s figures and faces began to slowly change, turning back into the appearance of Du Chuan and his sister-in-law.

"I'm back to normal. I'm a man again!"

Du Chuan's voice was filled with joy.

"What happened to you? Why did it become like this?"

"A Qingyi opera singer came to the village. When she opened her voice, the whole village became like this!"

"where is she?"

"On the village stage!"

Du Fang was about to turn around and leave with his sword in hand when Du Chuan suddenly grabbed him:

"Don't go! That woman said that in three days, disaster will strike and everyone in our village will die. Let's run away!"

It was exactly as the voice said.

Du Fang sneered in his heart:

"What does that woman look like?"

"She's so beautiful... like a fairy!"

Du Chuan suddenly looked anxious: "Brother, don't go, let's run away quickly. You can't beat this woman. She said that our whole village will become what she wants!"

As soon as the words fell——

Suddenly, above the dim sky of the village, the desolate and tragic sound of suona rang out as the shadow play began.

The faces of the three men turned pale at the same time.

'It's time to start!'

As the suona sound stopped, the sounds of the sihu and cymbals rang out one after another, and the shrill voice of a woman in green echoed in the quiet night sky of the ancient village.

Du Fang's sister-in-law turned pale with fear. Du Fang said in a deep voice:

"Brother, what song is this?"

"The soul summoning...in the Weeping Tower!" Du Chuan's voice was even more unpleasant than the cry of a ghost.

Du Fang sneered, "What are you afraid of? Even if she's a ghost, I'll chop her into minced meat!"

Suddenly, there was a loud sound of footsteps on the street, drowning out his voice.

Du Fang looked at his elder brother. He and his sister-in-law were shaking all over.

He looked out through the crack in the door and saw that the street was full of people. Everyone was dressed in colorful clothes, and their clothes were as bright as new years clothes, adults, children, and the elderly.

Everyone was shouting:

"The show is about to begin, the show is about to begin, let's go watch the show!"

The terrifying scene is that these people have smiles on their faces, not smiles that come from the heart, but the kind of cunning, weird smirks and sinister smiles.

What is even more shocking is that the man is wearing embroidered shoes for bound feet, red clothes, a thick braid on his head, and rouge and powder on his face. The child is being pulled by an adult, his face has the vicissitudes of life wrinkles of an old man, and the old man with a hunched back has a head of baby's hair.

The streets are bustling with people coming with their families, one after another, fearing that someone will be left behind.

The two of them looked at this strange scene, and Du Fang took a breath at the same time.

He didn't turn around until all the people on the street had left.

'This is doom!'

Misfortune that occurs in dreams.

Du Fang sat cross-legged and closed his eyes in thought.

Why are there familiar people and villages in this so-called underworld ghost path? Is this to train one's mind?

He vaguely felt that what Mo Qingfeng said was not entirely correct.

From the very beginning, when he and Bai Zhi were pulled into the Changming Road, the desperate strongman of the spirit race used his clone to enter this Netherworld scroll, hoping to take advantage of the fact that he and Bai Zhi had never been here before and were in a trance, and use the ghost-slaying technique to kill him.

Later, one of the four messengers of the Hades, Youhuang, led Baizhi away.

But he was pulled into the temple by that strange beast.

Afterwards, Mo Qingfeng appeared and drove away Youming, one of the Four Holy Envoys, and told him the space of the Changming Road and the origin of the evil god.

Then, he threw himself into the painting.

A bold idea suddenly popped up in my mind:

"Could this Mo Qingfeng, Brother Mo, be one of the Hades' men? Or could it be that the Hades is pretending to be someone close to him? He's deliberately trying to lure me into this dream."

The only thing Du Fang is sure of now is that the familiar person he met in his dream is definitely not from the Long Netherworld Road.

This is completely inconsistent with what Bai Zhi, her uncle, and even the Iron Fan Sect said.

Du Fang remembered the voice again:

"That voice is the same as Mo Ling's from the past. Ever since I entered this dream, it has been appearing in my mind. That is definitely not Mo Ling's voice!"

This was something Du Fang was sure of. Ever since he truly entered the Ninth Realm, the Iron Fan Sect was destroyed, and he absorbed three Ninth Realm divine powers. With the help of his luck and commands, he completely suppressed the Mo Ling Flower Soul. There was no longer any voice of Mo Ling in his heart or ears.

It seemed that the immortal's body was also completely under his control.

Who's that voice?

Is this dream controlled by a human? Or is it the whispering of an evil god?

Du Fang didn't think any further. He was awakened by Du Chuan's scream. He looked up and saw that Du Chuan suddenly jumped up like a mouse bitten by a cat. His eyes were bigger than a cow's, and he pointed at the corner of the wall with both hands. His throat was making a loud sound because of fear.

His expression was dazed, his eyes fixed on the corner of the wall: "It's blooming...it's blooming..."

Du Chuan immediately looked towards the corner.

The peony that had withered in winter had only a few dead branches left, but now it had grown two bright red flowers, which were extremely rare. Under the light, they were shining with an enchanting and gorgeous color.

This can no longer be explained by common sense.

Du Fang's originally calm face finally began to change color. He slowly walked to the corner, squatted beside the peony, stretched out his hand, and hesitantly picked the flower.

Then, the three of them stared at Mudan without blinking.

A strange scene finally happened in front of the three people.

As the sound of opera in the sky grew louder and louder, three flower buds began to grow on the broken dead branches. The flower buds grew and opened rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. Three red flowers suddenly blossomed in the winter house.

The fragrance of flowers instantly filled the whole house.

These three strange flowers suddenly opened their bloody mouths like ghosts and swallowed the bodies of my eldest brother and sister-in-law directly.

A scream stopped abruptly:

“Brother, save me!”

Du Fang immediately swung his sword and cut the three flowers in half.

Bright red blood spurted out.

Two broken bodies lay on the ground.

Du Chuan opened his eyes wide and looked at Du Fang: "Brother, why did you want to... kill us?"

Hearing these completely different sounds before and after.

Du Fang kicked the flowerpot apart angrily, then strode out with his sword in hand.