Chapter 25 Ice Release the past

"The wind and fire are awake." Wang Yue shouted to Ouyang Hongye.

"It's okay, I can't resist it. There are so many mourning ghosts here as ants. It's really difficult to deal with endless things!" Ouyang Hongye complained, "Let's retreat directly to the Southern Zhejiang Palace, close the palace door, and only fight against the remaining mourning ghosts in the palace should be the best way to save time and strength."

"I agree! Hurry up and find a place to calm down so that I can drink water. This guy is not usually heavy!" Wang Yue dragged the wind and fire up again and responded with a gasp.

"You want to drink!"

Ouyang Hongye teased and cut off the head of the mourning ghost who rushed over with flames. Perhaps his most charming thing is that he can be as naughty as a child at such a dangerous moment. This romantic man's charm sometimes makes men irresistible.

Fenghuo's mind is still in a trance, and his legs are still weak. Wangyue helps him with difficulty, because his height and weight can be said to be a huge thing compared with Wangyue. His brain kept telling himself to recover quickly and join the battle caused by himself, but his legs and feet were not very obedient.

"Don't rush to exert force. Your nerve center is affected by the sound waves emitted by the mourning ghost and is paralyzed and manipulated, so you can't exert your strength. Being too eager to exert force will cause damage to the nerves. Now, your consciousness is recovering, and your body will naturally move freely later. Ouyang Hongye reminded.

It has become a burden for everyone, and it is really difficult for the wind and fire to swallow this breath, so I shouted to Ouyang Hongye and Wangyue: "Don't worry about me. Just put me in an old house casually. You should do what you should do quickly."

"As early as the moment Lord Yong and Elder Cheng decided to come together to find the talisman, whether you admit it or not, we are brothers who live and die together. Just when you lost consciousness, your life was tied to us. We will never ignore the safety of our brothers. You Don't say anything more about throwing you down such stupid words!" Ouyang Hongye said firmly that there was no cynicism just now, but more like a leader who was ordering him.

In fact, Fenghuo has long known that there is excellent leadership skills hidden under the surface of Ouyang Hongye's frivolity. The team led by him can always be weak and strong. It is all because of his superhuman wisdom and flexibility. Although he is the descendant of the previous generation of red-haired Wanghu, he is willing to support him silently behind Ouyang Xueye, which is the most loyal. His courtiers are also the most brotherly brothers.

After the death of Ouyang Xueye and Ran Susu, he was not afraid of external invasion and internal disturbances. He protected their son, Ouyang Xiao Leng, the descendant of the demon king fox. His loyalty and infatuation spread as a good story in the royal city. Although there are still some forces in Wangcheng who oppose Ouyang Xiaolleng's accession to the throne, Fenghuo knows that no one disrespects Ouyang Hongye's character.

And today, Fenghuo has a new understanding of Ouyang Hongye. He can throw himself into the ghosts casually. They belong to different factions and support different masters. Fenghuo feels that if he dies, it is a good thing for them, at least not a bad thing. But Hongye still insisted on saving him. Even if he put everyone in deep danger, they never thought of giving up on him.

Such an awe-inspiring and righteous move, such a life-and-death friendship, such a heroic spirit, such a heroic and fearless battle all made him cry in his eyes. In fact, Fenghuo is also a person of personality. If the demon world is still peaceful and prosperous, he and Wang Yue will definitely become particularly good friends, because he also like to drink and talk happily. He and Ouyang Hongye should also be like brothers, instead of becoming the current neighbor-oriented relationship.

"Fenghuo, you are familiar with Southern Zhejiang. Which is the easiest way to get to the palace from here?"

The voice of Ouyang Hongye broke the messy thoughts.

The wind and fire answered weakly: "It's not easy to go anywhere now."

Ouyang Hongye smiled indifferently: "Then let's choose the nearest one."

Wang Yue cheered up: "Then kill all the way from this road. I haven't killed so much for a long time. These guys are simply vulnerable."

"It suits me!"

Ouyang Hongye waved the flame in his hand a few times, dusted off the stains from the mourners on it, and was ready to meet another wave of their offensive at any time.

They rushed into the Old Palace along the largest road on the central axis of the city. This street was the former commercial center of Southern Zhejiang. The road was wide and smooth, and the prosperity of the past was still faintly visible. There are also some old stalls and wreckage of trucks. Although they are dilapidated, you can still see some of their outlines. The bottles and cans and cans on them are also broken, and the velvet cloth that was originally covered with them has already rotten. The more you go to the old palace, the more mourning ghosts gather. Wang Yue has to take care of the wind and fire. Only Ouyang Hongye fights against them, resulting in slower and slower progress.

From this road, the advantages and disadvantages are mixed. On the one hand, the enemy's attack is clear at a glance, but on the other hand, there are not too many barriers to resist the attack. Ouyang Hongye waved his flame with his right hand to cut off the head of the attacker, and his left hand used the wind to stop their attack. The strange thing is that although these ghosts were already zombies, the blood splashed after the head was cut off was still bright red. The light of gold foil flashed faintly on the ground washed by blood. The red leaf suddenly remembered that this avenue was called the golden road. The stone bricks of the whole road were attached with gold foil, which showed the love of the owner of Southern Zhejiang City for gold. Those gold foils are embedded in bricks and put together into the pattern of peony. The flowers slowly washed out of the blood seem to bloom from the earth, setting off the wanton rotten smell and the slight saltiness of blood in the air, with a strong smell of blood and a deeply shocking beauty. The whole city was shrouded in miasma, so that he could not see the time at all. He didn't know how long he had been fighting. He gradually became tired, and the rhythm of waving weapons was not as sharp as before.

"How long will it take for us to arrive at the Old Palace?" Ouyang Hongye asked about the wind and fire behind him without looking back.

"You can already see it." The wind and fire responded.

"How can I watch it! Wang Yue, you hold the wind and fire in first. I will be responsible for breaking the back and closing the gate of the palace. Ouyang Hongye ordered.

"I understand." After Wangyue agreed, she quickly dragged the wind and fire into the darkness of the gate of the Southern Zhejiang Palace.

Ouyang Hongye waved a sword, broke the heads of the three mourners who rushed up, and then blocked the mourners closest to the door with the wind. Then, he quickly flashed into the palace door and leaned his back against the palace door and pushed back until the whole door was completely closed. The mourner still kept hitting the palace door outside, and their sad screams were endless. Wang Yue pushed the wind and fire to the wall, and he rushed to Ouyang Hongye and pushed the door bolt of the palace door. The palace door had not been used for a long time, and it took a lot of effort to push the door bolt.

As soon as the door was locked, the two of them began to be alert to the mourning ghosts who might come out of the darkness at any time and knocked them down at the first time. The wind and fire gradually began to regain strength. It was already able to straighten up the wall and drag two legs to move slowly.

"The wind stops and the flames rise." Ouyang Hongye lit up the surroundings with flames, and the firelight was particularly dazzling in the dark, and the scenery around them became clear.

The terrain of the inner palace is more familiar than anyone else. He has been invited by the lord of Southern Zhejiang City to visit here many times. The previous behavior of Hongye's indifference made him understand that at this moment, he could only do his best to help everyone.

"The garden privately used by the owner of Southern Zhejiang City is a forbidden place. No one other than him is allowed to enter. It must be accessed by secret channels." Fenghuo said to Ouyang Hongye and Wangyue.

"Do you know where that secret path is?" Ouyang Hongye asked.

"Follow this road through the front hall and the main hall, and then turn the ninth of the eighteen bronze leopard heads on the left wall in the left side hall to find the secret road, which is the mysterious path to the main private garden of Southern Zhejiang City and his treasure pavilion." Fenghuo told Ouyang Hongye what he knew word for word.

"Not to mention his private garden, it's rare that you even know where his treasure pavilion is." Wang Yue sighed.

"When I was young, I was very curious. I once secretly followed the owner of Southern Zhejiang City. Although I only looked at it from a distance, I also saw the wealth of Southern Zhejiang City, but I didn't pay attention to the murals you said at that time." The wind and fire inevitably have some regrets.

"It's been a big help!" Ouyang Hongye said with satisfaction.

In the dark, the voices of mourner ghosts still rise and fall one after another. Although the clothes covered by these mourning ghosts are ragged, it can still be seen that they were servants in the palace in the past, and some even wore hats when they served in the palace. It's strange to say that the mourners who had no ability to think tomorrow morning still abide by the old rules. Those who used to be outside the palace are not allowed to enter the inner palace even if they become mourners, and the people in the palace seem to be still guarding here without leaving the palace for half a step.

Under the guidance of the wind and fire, they directly entered the front hall, which had long lost its former glory and was full of dust and pungent rotten smell. Ouyang red leaves danced with the wind and lit the lamp that still existed on the walls of the palace with demon fire. When the light was turned on, everything was suddenly cheerful. The front hall was very spacious, and the golden wall of the past was revealed in the dilapidation, and it was not even inferior to the Chenji Palace.

There are four tall statues of the guardian unicorn beast in the hall. The mottled gold on the wall is revealed from behind the dust. The extremely luxurious owner of Southern Zhejiang City coated the walls and floors of the palace with gold foil. It seemed that they felt the invasion of the red leaves. The mourners in the palace began to **. They kept gathering and surging in the front hall, and also surrounded the red leaves in the middle of the front hall. The sound waves made by the mourner constantly stimulated the eardrums and nerves of the red leaves, the moon and the wind and fire. The red leaves, which have been exhausted from fighting all the way, rely on willpower to resist this kind of control that has been deep into the bone marrow and nerves.

"There are so many mourners in the palace. It seems that it is impossible for us to enter the main hall easily." Ouyang Hongye is not like a big enemy at all, which is detached, relaxed and free.

"I'm not afraid of a large number, but the effect of the palace gathering sound is so good that I can't stand the shouts of these guys, and now it's getting worse." Wangyue was tortured to death by their howls.

"Do you remember the song I taught you when you were drinking?" Ouyang Hongye asked.

"How can I not remember that it sounds good when I listen to you playing and singing, so I have to teach you." Wang Yue suddenly recalled it.

"Do you want to kill while singing?" Ouyang Hongye asked.

"Good idea!" Wang Yue agreed.

Ouyang Hongye began to sing, and Wang Yue also echoed:

Xia is the wall, and Lan is the mantle.

The pool is hazy, and the lotus is like an umbrella.

Flowers fly and butterflies dance, always accompanied.

Where the divine bird returns, the fairy music turns.

It is a song about a fairyland. The melody is quiet and far away. Like a clear spring, it washes away the irritability and burning feeling brought by the berearing ghosts, and the body suddenly becomes much more relaxed. Even if there are many mourning ghosts in front of you, you don't have to be afraid. The nerves that were paralyzed by the wind and fire were also completely relaxed. He called out his two axes, the wind in his left hand and the fire in his right hand, and followed them to join the battle.

The demonic power of the three people seemed to be condensed by the song. The position and movements of the personal battle became more and more coordinated, and soon killed most of the mourning ghosts gathered in the hall. Then, they rushed out of the encirclement and took the road straight to the main hall.