The formation of the fierce wife of Tianyun ghost pupil

Chapter 75 Jade Chrysalis
The ticking sound of blood dripping on the white jade altar also stopped with Su Qin waking up. Qin Zixuan pressed Lin He's wrist, turning a blind eye to all of this. A pair of red eyes seemed to be dripping blood, and rose red lips It was also blood-like scarlet, and it had already been bitten through.

Calculating the possibility of Lin He waking up in her heart, Qin Zixuan's mind was in a mess. She sorted out the estimated time just now, and she felt a little chilled when she didn't think about it.The bleeding time is 15 minutes, the shock time is 10 minutes, the blood loss is about 15 milliliters in [-] minutes, and the regeneration speed is slow. Will he die?
Yi Jianjia from the red house stared blankly at all this, turned his head to look at Xiaoshui whose eyes were red from crying, and finally couldn't help but asked, "Is your blood useful?"

Xiao Shui, whose eyes were red from crying, choked up a few times, and answered in frustration, "What use is my blood? I'm not the eminent monk Xuanzang!"

Qin Zixuan stared blankly at Lin He whose golden light was gradually disappearing, her scarlet eyes were motionless and lifeless.

On the other side of the white jade altar, the powerful purple light completely disappeared in Su Qin's body, and a pair of purple eyes slowly turned around, carrying the vicissitudes of thousands of years, saying a word.

"Situ He, wake up!"

Whispered Sanskrit singing slowly sounded from the surrounding white jade altars. The voices gradually mixed together and condensed into an ancient spell. The pair of purple eyes on Su Qin's pale white jade face looked shocking, neither sad nor happy.

"Situ He, wake up!"

The same pale lips moved slowly on the pale face, and the same brilliance shone in the heavy purple pupils, flowing and dazzling.

Qin Zixuan didn't dare to let go of Lin He's wrist, even if his wrist was no longer bleeding, she didn't dare to let go.

"Brother, open your eyes and look at me. You promised to accompany me to find my parents. If you can't talk, it doesn't count."

Qin Zixuan looked expectantly at Lin He who had her eyes closed tightly on the white jade altar. It was the first time she looked at him so seriously, and the first time she stared at him for such a long time. She thought her heart would no longer beat, and there would be no joy or anger. funeral music……

Outside the Heiwa ancestral hall, the villagers who had cleaned the inside and outside and re-burned incense were about to disperse. The village chief had arranged for someone to guard the Heiwa ancestral hall day and night, and was determined to catch the thief.

The white jade mirror deep in the center of the earth under the ancestral hall completely melted, the shattered barriers infiltrated into the scarlet blood, the jade chrysalis that had been buried for thousands of years began to melt little by little, and the surrounding black mist was jumping and jubilant...

Lin He, who entered Su Qin's dreamland, was still standing alone in the dreamland after the collapse, only the black mist around him was left in the void, and the black mist surrounded him like cargo, no matter how he moved, he couldn't get rid of the demonic energy Gradually, the Buddha's light on his body became dimmer and dimmer.

"Situ He, you are a big liar!" An extremely familiar face appeared in Lin He's mind, and the burning anger in the woman's eyes seemed familiar yet strange, and the picture disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"We will be together for life and life, as long as you can find me, find me among thousands of souls..." It is still the same person, but with a different face, pale struggling to death and shocking blood and pain!

Wildfires everywhere, the scene of war and the man kneeling in the middle of the wildfire, so familiar yet unfamiliar, Lin He wanted to speak but found that his body could not move at all.

"Oh!"

The black stone ground of the Heiwa ancestral hall suddenly trembled, and the violent vibration spread from the center of the ancestral hall, shocking the villagers who were about to leave.

Although the damaged spirit pieces have been properly kept and sacrifices have been made, the villagers still think that the ancestors were furious because of the damage to the spirit pieces!
"Quick! Re-do the sacrifice, and everyone will bring the best sacrifices from the family again. Banyue Village is in trouble!"

The oldest elder in Banyue Village stroked his gray beard, and beat the ground with a stole leading crutch in his hand. The 90-year-old elder is undoubtedly a high-ranking elder in Banyue Village, even if he has not interfered for many years. As for the affairs of the village, the elders are still in charge of the affairs of the ancestral hall and the ancestral temple.

"Have you all seen it? The ancestor's anger is an ominous omen! Let's ask the Taoist priest to come and make a dojo."

The village chief quickly agreed. He remembered that when he was a child, there was a lively ancestor sacrifice in Banyue Village every year during the Obon Festival. The villagers would bring their best sacrifices to worship their ancestors outside the Heiwa ancestral hall. hold a ceremony.

I don't know when people began to leave this ordinary village gradually, and went to live in the outside world. Gradually, the ancestral hall only became lively every year during the Qingming Festival.

"Everyone go home to get the sacrifices. I will immediately send someone to invite the Taoist chief of the Sanqing Temple to perform a ritual to appease the anger of the ancestors." The village chief made up his mind to respect the wishes of the elders and solemnly worship the ancestors.

What they don't know is that the ancestral hall of Banyue Village was not broken into by thieves last night, and the spiritual seats of the ancestors were not artificially damaged. This place of gathering spirits has completely changed the pattern of Fengshui since today, turning it into Jiuyin Shade.

Su family cemetery.

Qin Zixuan, who was on the verge of collapse, stared at Lin He in front of her with her eyes motionless. The ancient spell that Su Qin spoke made her inexplicably hopeful, holding Lin He's hand and waiting for a miracle to happen.

Time passed by, and her breathing became heavier and heavier, and even her heartbeat could be heard in the quiet space. Xiao Shui and Yi Jianjia in the red house were also silent, waiting for Lin He to wake up without saying a word.

Her face was as white as a fine mutton jade, her peach pink lips were a little lighter, her closed eyes were peaceful as if she had fallen asleep, but she hadn't opened them for a long time.

Deep in the center of the Heiwa ancestral hall, the scarlet blood flowing through the white jade pipe gathered around the jade chrysalis. The blood-soaked suet jade exudes a scarlet luster, which is strange and ancient, and the powerful breath blows a little bit The feng shui pattern of the black tile ancestral hall has been greatly changed, and it has also penetrated into the jade chrysalis little by little.

Lin He in the void floated in the air, and one after another flashed in his mind, the same woman appeared repeatedly, as well as gunpowder smoke and war, bloody and terrible curses.

He watched helplessly that the Buddha's light around his body was eroded by the demonic energy, but he was powerless. The pain of being stripped of all his strength made him finally lose consciousness and fall into the endless cold.

Dark, cold, damp.

Severe pain came from the wrist again, and the pain of blood loss returned. Lin He, who was completely immobile, struggled, but his wriggling lips could not make any sound.

"He moved!"

Qin Zixuan's hoarse voice was full of joy, she rubbed her eyes and stared blankly at Lin He who had been in coma and shock for an hour, she was sure that his mouth moved just now.

(End of this chapter)