On the second day, nothing happened.

Chu Xun has sent people to count whether the number of straw people in the city is enough, and each household has also begun to prepare some pitiful burdens. After tonight, I will leave the city one by one under Chu Xun's arrangement tomorrow morning to take refuge in Putuo Mountain.

Mo Ran sat at the entrance of the government office, looking at the crowd coming and going, and sighed: "Chu Xun's arrangement was meticulous. If no one reported it, with the mind of an ordinary ghost, it would be difficult to quickly identify that the puppet dummies left in the city were all puppet dummies. It seems that they were indeed leaking the secret. Junior brother, what do you think?"

No one cares about it.

"Hey? Junior brother?"

Mo Ran turned his head and the junior brother walked to the side at some point to see a line of cavalry ready to go. Instead, it was Mr. Chu's son who came to him silently and sat with his cheek on his back.

"Big brother..."

Mo Ran was startled by his sudden appearance: "What's wrong?"

The little guy pointed to an old tung tree next to him, and there was a kite hanging on it. He said in a slight speech: "What my mother left for me, I flew up and couldn't take it down. Big brother help me?"

"It's easy to say." Mo Ran flew up to the treetops with his light skills, picked the colorful butterfly kite, then steadily fell back to the ground, handed the kite to him, and smiled, "Please take it, don't throw it away again."

The little guy nodded ignorantly.

When Mo Ran saw him wandering around alone, he thought Chu Xun had no time to take care of his son, so he asked him: "Where is your mother? There are so many people here, I will take you to your mother's place."

"Am Immortal? Am Immortal is in the back mountain."

Mo Ranqi said: "What are you doing in the back mountain?"

"Sleep." The little guy said softly with his round eyes, "My mother has been sleeping there. It will bloom in spring, and my father often takes me to see her."

Mo Ran said softly, but was speechless for a moment.

But the little guy didn't care, as if he was young and didn't understand the so-called life and death. He happily fiddled with the kite in his hand, looked up at Mo Ran, and suddenly rubbed over and said crisply: "Brother, thank you, I'll give you...I have something for you."

As he said, he started to take it out in his pocket, and took out half a piece of cake wrapped in reed leaves.

During these days, everyone in Lin'an City was hungry and couldn't eat enough. I don't know how this little thing saved such a snack. He halved the cake, left the big one, and handed the small one to Mo Ran.

"Big brother, eat...sheep, don't tell anyone else, I have nothing more."

Mo Ran was about to reach out to pick it up, but the little guy suddenly changed his mind. After thinking about it, he took back the small piece and handed him the big one.

“It’s delicious, with bean paste.”

This small action suddenly made Mo Ran feel a sense of soreness and warmth. He had always been used to others treating him badly, but he didn't know how to deal with the sudden good. He reached out to take the flower cake and thanked him quietly. The little guy seemed very happy because of this, he smiled brightly with his face raised, and his dark eyelashes curled and gentle.

Mo Ran collected the flower cake and was reluctant to eat it, so he went to pick a piece of tung leaf next to him, wrapped the flower cake, and put it in his collar. He had to say a few more words to the little guy, but the child was a child after all, and he couldn't stay in a place for too long, so he had already turned around and jumped away.

At this time, Chu Wanning came over and saw Mo Ran standing in the spotlight, so he raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's wrong?"

Mo Ran looked at the little guy's back as he walked away and sighed: "I'm thinking, how come so many people are dead."

That night, the sky was covered with clouds, and blue and purple lightnings tear apart from time to time. In the second half of the night, the wind was swaying and sad, and the heavy rain rushed to the scene.

The rain is cloudy, which will make the ghosts stronger. So that night, Chu Xun asked all the survivors in Lin'an to gather near the prefect's mansion and not to step out of the Shangqing barrier.

Due to heavy rainfall, many places that could barely sleep in are ruined.

Mo Ran was able to keep an eye on Xiaoman's whereabouts at first, but as more and more people rushed in to shelter from the rain, Xiaoman disappeared when he was not careful.

Mo Ran whispered: "Not good."

Chu Wanning was small and immediately said, "I'll chase after you."

After saying that, the crowd was infiltrated, and the dense crowd was immediately squeezed so hard that they could not see their backs.

After a while, Chu Wanning came back, with a gloomy eyes and said coldly: "Escape."

"Out of the barrier?"

"Um."

Mo Ran stopped talking and looked at the heavy rain outside and the people from the prefect's mansion who were busy in the rain.

These are just illusions from two hundred years ago, and everything has become a fait accompli.

But suddenly I felt a little desolate. The women and children around me all had eager hope on their faces, thinking that after dawn, Chu Xun would take them away from this ghost creature and take refuge in Putuo. In the heavy rain, the guards in white clothes and red bags were all making the final defense wholeheartedly, preparing for the migration when dawn came.

They don't know that they will live long.

It was getting late at night, and the people who were originally noisy were sleeping with each other.

Chu Wanning and Mo Ran were sleepless. What they had to do was to kill the Ghost King after he appeared. Since Xiaoman had run out of the barrier, the transformation must be tonight.

Mo Ran turned his head and looked at Chu Wanning and said, "You go to bed, I'll wake you up if you have something to do."

Chu Wanning said: "I'm not sleepy."

Mo Ran touched his hair: "Why eat something? I haven't eaten anymore since I came here."

"I..." The word "not hungry" was replaced by silent swallowing after seeing the flower cake Mo Ran took out.

Mo Ran handed him the flower cake: "You eat it."

Chu Wanning took the pastry, broke it in half, gave it to Mo Ran the big one, and the small one took it. Mo Ran dazenly looked at his actions, not knowing what he was thinking.

After taking a bite of the pastry, Chu Wanning suddenly said softly and then asked, "Is this bought at Taohuayuan? Why does it taste different from what I ate before?"

"What's wrong?"

“The osmanthus is very fragrant.”

Mo Ran smiled bitterly and said, "Is that so? This was given to me by Chu Xun's son, probably the Lin'an flavor."

"It's indeed Lin'an flavor." Chu Wanning silently took a second bite, but his lips opened a little and suddenly froze. As if he suddenly realized something, the blood on his face suddenly faded away.

"wrong!"

Chu Wanning suddenly stood up, his eyes wide open, and his face looked extremely ugly.

Mo Ran didn't know what went wrong: "What's wrong?"

Chu Wanning did not answer, but got up and came to the yard, looked around in the heavy rain, picked up a sharp stone with sharp edges and slashed a hole in his arm, and blood splattered everywhere in an instant.

Mo Ran hurriedly grabbed him: "Are you crazy?"

Chu Wanning stared at the winding blood on his arms for a while, then looked up suddenly, his eyes were so sharp that he was extremely sharp: "Don't you know what happened?" He sternly said, "Someone wants to harm us!"

Blood kept flowing down his arms, and was washed into a faint pink color by the rain.

In the heavy rain, Chu Wanning had a pale and solemn face, her dark eyebrows were frowning very deeply, and the raindrops were tightly clenched, leaving him wet.

With a loud bang, the sky thunder broke through, and the dark night shone in an instant was like daylight.

Mo Ran suddenly reacted in this shock and couldn't help but take a step back.

He also knew something was wrong.

In the so-called virtual realm, no matter how real the things inside are, they are all fake.

Pastry cannot really taste good, and weapon cannot really hurt people. In short, things in the virtual realm cannot have any effect on them.

"Someone has made the virtual realm realization." Chu Wanning said softly.

The realization of the virtual realm is an extremely difficult magic, also known as the "Dao of Void and Reality". The person who is best at this kind of magic is the "Lonely Moon Night" among the top ten sects. The purpose of this sect is to "hang a pot to save the world, and the saint's hand to heal the heart". The next half sentence says that some of them specialize in practicing the real and real way of Void and Reality, and create a real and virtual realm. You should know that many people in the world cannot accept the separation of relatives, and through the "Dao of Void and Reality", they can create the virtual realm of the dead and accompany the living.

However, because this real virtual realm is extremely difficult to control, usually only a small scene can be made, such as drinking with an old friend, sleeping together, etc., at most one thing.

However, the virtual realm created by Yumin is vast and extensive, and it lasts for a long time and involves a lot of things. If all of these are needed, I am afraid that Gu Yueye's head may not be able to do it himself.

Mo Ran immediately thought of someone and thought to himself - Could it be the fake Gou Chen who was in Jinchenghu before?

However, before we could think deeply, we suddenly heard a strange noise in the sky.

The sleeping people woke up like frightened birds, looking around with their frightened eyes, and then they saw the sky.

After a while, the screams swelled up like water splashing from boiling oil.

Everyone ran around, but found that there was nowhere to go, and screams were everywhere. A crack was cracked in the sky, and a huge blood-red ghost eye was shining above the barrier.

The eyes were so close that they were almost touching the barrier.

A turbid and cold voice rumbling: "Chu Xun, you are so brave, you are just a mortal, you actually want to fool me."

Mo Ran murmured: "It's the Ghost King..."

There are nine kings in the ghost world, and their magic powers are far apart. At this time, he has not appeared yet, and he doesn't know which king it was. There is only the bloody eyeball in the sky, staring at the mansion below: "It's extremely ridiculous! Ridiculous mortals - do you want to save them? I might not have killed all the people in the city, but since you want to disobey me, I will kill all the city! No chickens and dogs are left!"

With a scream of the owl, a dazzling red light burst out from the center of the ghost's eyes, slashing straight towards the Shangqing barrier!

In an instant, the world changed color, and gold and red met! The sand and stones flew in the storm, the trees in the yard were cracking and broken, and the people under the barrier were in chaos, hugging their heads and crying, and crying.

The Shangqing barrier resisted the first attack, but then another red light slashed and hit the same position again. The barrier once again withstood the heavy machine, but cracks appeared.

"Overbial ability - it's really hateful!!!"

One beam after another of red light shot down, bursting out clusters of fireworks. Seeing the barrier was about to break, Chu Wanning knew that it was not good - since this virtual realm has been realized, the opponent's attack is no different from that in the present world. If it is a move to slash, he and Mo Ran may have to die in the virtual realm!

Chu Wanning thought, there was already a golden light between his fingers.

If you use the ultimate move at this time, Mo Ran will see through your identity, but there is no other way to do it. You are trying to summon Tianwen to fight quickly. Suddenly, a brilliant light is like a powerful feather arrow, breaking through the air and passing through the clouds, and stabbing the gap in the barrier!

Everyone looked back and saw Chu Xun coming on the rain on the beam of the tuleng house.

He held a phoenix-headed pipa, and played the strings of the pipa with his fingertips. The sound of the piano was as sharp as the crack of metal and stone, and the beams of light shone out and gathered in the sky. In an instant, the originally precarious Shangqing barrier was re-enforced.
To be continued...