Hanji Town, southeast corner.

A Xuan, a sick boy, walked out of the black gate of his house. It's still the shabby cotton jacket, wrapped around a thin body. However, in the past two years, the sick boy's complexion seems to have improved, although his face is still sallow, but there is a touch of blood.

Looks like it's been another three months. Today, the sick boy is going to Tang Ji's old store to prescribe medicine. Because, in addition to buying medicine on weekdays, in recent years, sick teenagers rarely go out.

The steps of a sick teenager are very slow, but even. Squinting, he looked up at the half of the sun. The clear blue sky made the mood of the sick teenager seem to be a little more happy.

However, the corners of the sick boy's mouth were slightly sneered. That kind, an inexplicable smile.

In the entire Hanji Town, in fact, it was not Murong Huang who disappeared from the Remnant North Star Domain, but this sick young man Ah Xuan.

The Temple of Ten Thousand Ancient Beings disappeared, the entire remnant north shook, and the breath of the Shura Realm changed. It's just that this subtle change is not overwhelming and cannot be perceived.

The night the temple disappeared.

The sick boy had just boiled the medicine, and before he drank it, his brows were slightly furrowed. That kind of perceptual ability, looking at the entire Shura, is difficult to match.

Then, with a wave of one hand, the sick boy unfolded a light mirror.

In the vast remnant of the Northern Star Sea, the Temple of the Eternal Ancients emitted endless brilliance, and then disappeared in an instant, and gradually turned into a hundred-mile whirlpool. A qiē scene, as in front of him, except that the sick boy did not pay attention to Amu.

"Ancient Temple, Ancient Gods!" the sick boy couldn't help but sigh. Then there was a knowing smile, "Brightness, Victory, Hope! Freedom, Happiness, Glory......"

That sick boy actually knew the ancient chanting of the ancient gods. But. It was a song of freedom.

Ten thousand years ago, the hymn of the Protoss was once sung in the Three Realms. It was a faith without regrets.

"The Ancient Divine Race, the Great Race, is far superior to our Shura!" the sick boy let out a long sigh again, putting away the mirror. Then, he threw his head back. Drink the medicinal soup in your hand.

That bowl of medicine seemed to be drunk extremely freely, far better than usual. Because. The sick boy knew that his days of drinking medicine were coming to an end soon.

Finally, the sick boy looked at the half round of black sun in the void outside the hospital. I couldn't help but laugh out loud. A qiē is about to pass. He sensed the smell of movement.

"The blood moon is full, I'm waiting for a qiē! I'm waiting for those ghosts and ghosts, dancing Shura! I'm also waiting for the ghost coffin to reappear and find myself!"

When he said this, the sick boy's faint eyes swept across the opposite side of his yard, swept across the long cross street, and swept across the north of Hanji Town. It seems to have swept through the vast Shura world.

Daytime, on the long street of Hanji Town.

Sick teenager. Walking farther and farther away, I went straight to the old Tang Kee store, leaving a very even series of footprints on the snow.

At this time, the red-clothed Shen Ming, kneeling cross-legged in his room, in the eyes of the ghost, naturally saw a qiē.

"This month, he seems to be seven days early!" Shen Ming said to himself. Because, according to Shen Ming's observation and calculation, the sick boy should have seven days of medicine.

The seven-day dosage was still there, and the sick boy went to Tang Ji's old shop, which had never happened in five hundred years.

"Isn't it, is Hanji about to change?" Shen Ming frowned. For five hundred years, Shen Ming's most scruples were sick boys, and even if Murong Huang stayed in Hanji Town, he didn't change.

Every move of the sick boy must indicate something.

Born with a ghost body, Shen Ming has felt a strange breath in his body in the past few days, which seems to be some kind of strange resonance.

"The ghost coffin is about to appear!" Shen Ming had an extremely strong premonition. It's a pity that Shen Ming can't perceive the specific existence of the ghost coffin. In the dark, there seems to be an extremely powerful force that suppresses or seals the ghost coffin.

However, in the entire Hanji Town, the smell of ghost coffins is like the eve of heavy snowfall. The clouds are dense and the snow is very thick, and it can fall at any time.

Thinking of this, Shen Ming formed a magic seal with one hand, which was a summoning spell.

In just a moment, in the bluestone house, a figure directly appeared. A woman in green, manifesting her figure. The woman, with delicate eyebrows, waist like willows, and a faint fragrance of flowers on her body.

"Flower Demon Green Fairy, meet Miss!" the woman in green fell to her knees on one knee, her words extremely respectful.

In the Shura realm, only people from the Heavenly Spirit Realm call Shen Ming Miss.

Shen Ming nodded, then looked at the woman in green, and said, "Green Fairy, pass on my orders." The Eight Heavenly Demon Divisions, from tonight, began to surround the entire Hanji Town. In the eight directions, there must be eight demon generals who will personally guard it. Tomorrow, the night of the blood moon, listen to me at any time!"

"Huh?" the green fairy was slightly stunned, "Miss, but you have to lay it down, the Heavenly Demon Shocking Array!"

"It depends on the situation! If the original immortal comes, it is estimated that the Heavenly Demon Horror Array will not be able to stop it!" Shen Ming sneered, "However, something is better than nothing." The demons of the Heavenly Spirit Realm are not vegetarians, are they? Moreover, at the critical moment, I will invite Master to come!"

"The subordinates understand!" Lu Xian didn't dare to ask too much, and when he saw that Shen Ming had nothing else to do, he directly said goodbye and disappeared.

"Blood Moon, Ghost Coffin!" Shen Ming muttered to himself, then slowly closed his eyes. She had a hunch that tomorrow night's blood moon would be full, and it would be different.

And just when Shen Ming began to arrange, the sick young man gently pushed open the door of Tang Ji's old store.

Thousands of things remain the same, and the old Tang Ji store is still the same.

All kinds of fairy talisman miscellaneous goods, dragon stones emit light and heat.

The old man of the Tang family sat in the rocking chair and closed his eyes to recuperate. Next to him, the guy is tidying up. There was no one in the store at this time. The spring day in Hanji Town is also the off-season for hunting trips.

The sick boy, pushing the door in, seemed to be a little beyond the imagination of the old man of the Tang family. At that moment, a hint of discoloration flashed in his eyes, but the movements in his hands did not stop at all.

"Oh, Ah Xuan, why are you here? It seems that the day is not yet here?" The old man of the Tang family sat on the rocking chair and did not get up, looking a little puzzled.

"Hehe!" the sick boy smiled slightly, "This time early, I want to prescribe the medicine for the next three months, and I may have to go on a long trip in two days." ”

"Ah Xuan. Are you going far away?" At this time, Ban'er interjected with a smile, "Three thousand years. I haven't seen you out of town, so why are you all cured?"

Ban'er and Ah Xuan seemed to be quite familiar, and their tone was very casual.

"Thanks to Old Tang's blessing, I feel much better, and I estimate that I can still deal with it for thousands of years!" the sick young man smiled, then looked at the old man of the Tang family and said, "Don't hide it from the old man." The day after tomorrow XVI. I'm about to go!"

"Sixteen departures?" the old man of the Tang family smiled slightly, "Ah Xuan." You're in a hurry?"

"Hehe! Don't be in a hurry, it's all about chasing people. However, everyone said that the Hanji Blood Moon was a wonder of the Blood North. Over the years, I have been bedridden for a long time. Didn't take a good look either. Tomorrow night. I also looked at the blood moon, and when I was concerned, I left. The words of the sick young man were very casual, but in the ears of the old man of the Tang family, it seemed to have a different feeling.

"Oh?" the old man of the Tang family looked at the sick young man meaningfully, "Ah Xuan, the moonlight in Hanji is quite cold. And on the night of the fifteenth, the evil spirit was heavier. It's not good for your illness. If you can not watch it, it is better not to watch it. Otherwise, my old man's medicine will be wasted!"

"Hehe!" The sick boy smiled again and shook his head, "Don't worry, old man, I just look at it and don't leave the yard." I don't dare to come to Cross Street, I heard that it is often haunted!"

"If you don't leave the yard, the ghost won't come to the door!" said the old man of the Tang family.

"That's right!" the sick boy nodded, "If people don't leave the hospital, ghosts don't come out of the coffin, they will all be stable!"

The old man of the Tang family frowned slightly, because he didn't understand what Ah Xuan meant.

While speaking, Fang Caier had already gone to the back room, grabbed the sick boy's medicine, and wrapped a large paper bag. The sick boy didn't say anything and took the medicine directly.

"Donald, Ban'er, Ah Xuan is leaving!" the sick young man arched his hand, and then threw down a gold-level spirit coin.

The old man of the Tang family and the general child are not surprised, because it is like this every time. They know sick teenagers, not ordinary people.

The sick teenager pushed the door and went out. It looks like this is just an ordinary medicine pick-up. However, the old man of the Tang family always felt that something was wrong.

Sick boy, want to go? The old man of the Tang family was a little puzzled. Because, knowing the effect of his poison, he was about to attack completely.

Where to go? Why go!

The old man of the Tang family frowned, but in the end, he didn't understand what the sick boy's words meant.

At this time, the sick boy was standing on the long cross street.

This time, he came out of Tang Ji and did not go home directly, but went to the hotel inn opposite, and he went to get a pot of wine. Then, I went to the blacksmith shop on the other side of the street for a few small talks.

The sick boy finally went to the tailor's shop on the long street and seemed to have taken a robe.

It was a very enriching morning. Sick teenager, nothing abnormal, just a little more than usual, but it's all trivial things in life.

On the long street of the cross, it is the same as it was at the beginning. The sick boy finally turned around and ran southeast.

The pace is slow, but still even. On this day, on the snow of Cross Street, there were many footprints of a sick teenager.

And the old man of the Tang family, on the night of the blood moon the next day, finally understood what the sick boy was doing. However, it was too late!

On this day, Hanji Town was actually not peaceful. Finally, the day of black and white is gradually about to be rotated. On the eve of the blood moon, it actually snowed in Hanji Town.

At this time, looking at Hanji from the outside, the entire Hanji Town seemed to have a blood-red aura and began to rise.

Tang Nu sat in the store, looking at the snowflakes scattered in the void, and couldn't help but change his face suddenly.

"Holy Venerable!" Tang Nu whispered to himself. Because, the Holy Venerable said, on the eve of the Blood Moon, if it snows, it will be my return!

However, this seems to be a little early. Tang Nu knew that although he wanted to succeed, he was not perfect.

And at this time, on the other side of the Blood Moon Continent, Immortal Town.

Xiao Luo and Wu'er are drinking. Xiao Luo, with a faint smile. Wu'er, delicate and incomparable.

It's just that at this time, Wu'er didn't know what was going on in Xiaoluo's mind. And Xiao Luo, from Murong Huang, already knew about the remnants of the north.

A qiē has reached the knot. This will be the last peaceful night in the Blood Moon Continent. (To be continued......)