The old monk is not in a hurry, it doesn't mean that Qin Mu is not in a hurry, seeing the golden brilliance retreating little by little, Qin Mu is like an ant on a hot pot, turning around, but he can't go up to help, this will be a confrontation between the two parties, no matter who the third party helps, the strength of the group in the middle will cause the two parties to backlash.

The old monk shouted a long Buddha name: "Amitabha." I don't know if Qin Mu was dazzled, but he saw that the golden eye in the sky blinked, as if the golden brilliance of essence was shining out of the eye, shining on the old monk's body.

In an instant, the gold pushed back to the black, and the woman in white spat blood again.

Qin Mu noticed that there was an eye in the palm of the old monk's hand.

That eye was very similar to the eye in the palm of the Buddha's hand, half-open and half-closed, and then looked at the golden eye in the sky, especially the golden eye in the sky and winked innocently at Qin Mu, Qin Mu felt that something flashed in his mind, and he wanted to catch it but didn't catch it.

Her face looked a little pale, not as leisurely as before, and the strangest thing was her blood, which was still bright red at first, but then it took on a sickly black, as if she had been poisoned.

"Amitabha Buddha ......" The old monk accepted it when he saw it, and the Buddha horn sounded and closed his eyes.

Qin Mu looked stupid directly, staring at the golden eyes in the sky, and then at the old monk, full of doubts.

"Thank you, donor." The old monk seemed to know what Qin Mu was thinking, and said with a slight bow.

"Don't dare, don't dare." Qin Mu hurriedly flashed to the side, not daring to accept the old monk's worship, joking, this old monk doesn't know how old he is, and his cultivation is also good, Qin Mu can't stand such a high monk.

Qin Mu was still very puzzled, this old monk wanted to thank him as soon as they met, and he didn't do anything when he thought about it.

"If it weren't for the benefactor who took the trouble to bring the Buddha from the lake far to the east, the poor monk would not have been able to sustain him for so long." The old monk clasped his hands together and said slowly.

Qin Mu suddenly, dare to love that the underwater Buddha is their family, this old monk's combat effectiveness has skyrocketed, no wonder the woman in white has a resentful face when she sees her, even if it is replaced by Qin Mu, Qin Mu is also resentful.

However, the old monk's words still made Qin Mu a little puzzled, didn't he look quite fierce, no matter whether he carried the Buddha over or not, the old monk could also insist, and besides, he had no choice but to do such a stupid thing, such a trivial matter, this old monk would be so grateful.

The woman in white took the injury, looked at Qin Mu and the old monk with a resentful expression, and at the moment of this stalemate, a faint call made the three people present stunned, "Wenxiu ......" That was Sikong Wenzheng's voice.

The black line on Qin Mu's end, the effect of this witch song is too short, it shouldn't be, it's only been a few minutes, Sikong Wenzheng woke up, and Qin Mu hurriedly looked over.

This Sikong Wenzheng seemed to be talking in a dream, and muttered in his mouth: "Wenxiu, Wenxiu ......" and did not wake up.

Wenxiu, Qin Mu's mind suddenly flashed the woman lying peacefully in the ice coffin, or in Sikong Wenzheng's pocket watch, the smiling woman, Sikong Wenzheng's lifelong love.

Qin Mu finally understood why he felt familiar when he saw the woman in white for the first time, because the woman in white and Wen Xiu looked exactly the same.

This discovery made Qin Mu startled: "Are you Wenxiu?" Sikong Wenzheng's wife? ”

"It was, and it still is." The woman in white always looked at Qin Mu with resentful eyes, and said this lightly.

"Aren't you dead?" Qin Mu was speechless by Wenxiu's deep resentful tone, and said in his heart, even if you want to declare the sovereignty of Sikong Wenzheng to the outside world, don't say it to a big man.

"The donor is really funny, do you think that you are confronting people?" The old monk couldn't stand it anymore, so he opened his mouth and said.

Qin Mu was made red-faced, by the way, the murderous mansion, Sikong Mansion has long been advertised as a murderous mansion, how can there be people living here in such a place full of ghosts, and besides, this small island in the middle of the lake is so beautiful, maybe it was built to his beloved wife Wenxiu when Sikong Wenzheng renovated the mansion back then.

That's why I saw Wenxiu's ghost on the island in the middle of the lake, because not long after Sikong Wenzheng entered this mansion, Wenxiu died after giving birth to Sikong Lu.

Knowing that the woman in white turned out to be Wenxiu's soul, Qin Mu was a little unnatural, he didn't know what Wenxiu would confront the old monk for, and it seemed that Wenxiu still had the upper hand.

At first, I didn't pay attention, and I didn't pay attention to the instantaneous runes of the old monk, but I didn't notice the thin layer of dead qi that shrouded the old monk's body.

That's when people are dying, and they will appear in them.

"That's not who you think it is." The old monk shook his head with a smile, a little helpless in it, looking at Qin Mu's tangled face, he knew what he was thinking.

"Isn't it?" Qin Muzai carefully glanced at Wen Xiu on the pavilion, by the way, even if Wen Xiu has been dead for more than 20 years, he is just a ghost for a long time, and a living soul died in an accident when giving birth to a child, except for the obsession it carries, there is no resentment at all, and it will not produce such a black gas to attack the old monk.

So who is the woman in white standing in the attic now, wearing ancient clothes?

Qin Mu suddenly had a bold idea in his head, the ancestor of the Sikong family is also called Sikong Wenzheng, so is the Sikong lady who worshiped the black puppet back then also called Wenxiu?

When Qin Mu was still in the air, Wen Xiu upstairs suddenly made a move.

Every time this woman makes a move, it is unexpected, she never greets, she comes whenever she wants, the black sky seems to be dark, Qin Mu looked at the only light source body, and saw that the golden eyes were quite aggrieved, it was surrounded by a layer of black gas visible to the naked eye, and the whole sky was much darker.

It feels like the sky has fallen, the black pressure makes people unable to breathe, and black shadows condense from the sky, like a divine soldier descending from the sky, but this divine soldier is obviously not here to help Qin Mu.

"Donor, come here." The old monk waved at Qin Mu very righteously, Qin Mu hesitated, and dragged Sikong Wenzheng over when he walked over, and he had to give Sikong Lu an errand when he turned around, even if it was a corpse, he had to drag it back.

The old monk saw Qin Mu dragging Sikong Wenzheng, with a slight smile on his face, I don't know if Lu Dao is Qin Mu's illusion, he always feels that this old monk's eyes are full of a sense of approval.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and Qin Mu realized that in fact, the entire sky was composed of countless ghosts and black qi, and those ghosts fell from the sky with a terrifying aura, slowly condensing into human form, and there was a steady stream.

The atmosphere also fell into a stalemate for a while, Qin Mu and the old monk stood back to back, Sikong Wenzheng was casually thrown aside, the black resentment was overwhelming, but the golden eyes were stubbornly shining, shining on Qin Mu and the old monk, it seemed to be the only bit of light in the darkness.