traveler of time and space

With a smile on his face, Qing Xingdeng put on a posture of listening attentively, playing with his taste: "It must be an interesting ghost story."

"Is there a ghost?" Su Ziyu pondered for a moment and looked up, "Yes."

"It's a long story, though."

Qing Xingdeng in front of him looked full of anticipation, and said with a light smile, "It's okay. Tonight is still long, and we have plenty of time to finish listening to your story."

There was a burst of strange laughter.

Groups of blue ghost fires were swaying in mid-air, and the cold wind blew by. At some point, a strange bronze mirror appeared outside the gazebo.

"Okay." Su Ziyu glanced away, his pupils narrowed slightly, and the ghostly laughter around him stopped abruptly, as if someone was choking his throat with his hands.

He casually picked up a fan and shook it, and said in a melodious tone: "A long time ago."

"There is a place called Lanruo Temple."

Chapter 2 Rashomon

——"Ten miles of Pinghu is full of frost, and every inch of blue silk is worrying about the new year. Looking at the moon and protecting each other, I only envy mandarin ducks and not immortals."

Qing Xingdeng in front of him stared blankly at the pool not far away, before sighing softly after a long time: "It's really a poignant story."

"Ning Caichen is affectionate and righteous, Yan Chixia is chivalrous and courageous."

"It's a pity that Nie Xiaoqian is a ghost after all. Humans and ghosts have different paths. They are destined not to be together by fate."

Su Ziyu smiled without saying a word.

He also didn't expect that he could be so good at telling stories. He remembered the whole story's context after a short memory, and deliberately controlled the time, so he insisted on telling a story about a Chinese ghost story all night.Qingxingdeng is a legendary monster. It is said that you can meet her in a game called Hyakumonogatari. At night, a hundred white candles are lit, and each person tells a strange story. After telling a story, blow out a candle , until a story is finished, the gate of hell will open, and terrible ghosts will pull everyone into hell.

In fact, as long as your story is long enough, it will definitely not be finished in one night.

It will be fine at dawn.

So the writer should not have to worry about this.

Because as long as the number of grotesque stories is less than one hundred, the ceremony will not be completed, and only when the number of one hundred is reached, some extremely terrible things will happen in the legend.

This incident tells us that it is easy to have accidents if it is too short.

Su Ziyu looked up at the sky.

There is no sun in Ghost Kyoto, but the moon has come to the west, which means that the sun is about to rise, and the day is coming soon.

The will-o'-the-wisps floating around are gradually dissipating.

Su Ziyu is not sure about the situation in the underworld, but he can feel a door opening in Ghost Kyoto.

——"Space Sensing: Strengthen your own ability to sense space power, and you can detect nearby space cracks."

Su Ziyu glanced at Qing Xingdeng who seemed to be still immersed in the story in front of him, stood up and cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for the hospitality tonight! It's getting late!"

"Then I will take my leave first!"

After finishing speaking, he didn't wait for Qing Xingdeng to respond, he just flew into the air, and landed on the high wall with a light touch of his toes.

But at this moment, a gust of wind suddenly blew.

A piece of long black hair was coming towards Su Ziyu like long needles. The speed of the long hair was extremely fast, and it was already approaching in an instant. Su Ziyu pulled it out without thinking. His own meteor, accompanied by a cold light, cut off a large piece of long black hair at the root, and faintly heard a scream of pain.

Witcher weapons are equally effective against these goblins.

The ghost who secretly attacked Su Ziyu seemed to be enraged, and in a blink of an eye, another large piece of black hair hit him, seeming to wrap him around him in all directions.

"stop!"

Qing Xingdeng let out a low drink, frowned and said: "The needle girl! Back off!"

A large piece of black hair stopped in front of Su Ziyu, then receded like a tide, and disappeared directly from sight.

"Master Su's story is really interesting." Qing Xingdeng stood up lazily, the loose kimono showed a beautiful body curve, her expression seemed to be a little hesitant and reluctant, there was a faint flame in her pupils, The voice was extremely ethereal: "I originally wanted to keep Mr. Su here for a long time. But since your Excellency wants to leave, I can't force it."

"I just hope that we can have a long talk someday and listen to your wonderful stories."

Looks like it's passed.

Su Ziyu cupped his hands and left without looking back.

His figure jumps rapidly in the dead and ghostly Kyoto, and many hazy phantoms can be seen along the way. With the guidance of the space sensing ability, Su Ziyu passed through half of Kyoto all the way, and finally stopped in front of an empty shrine. down.

A space rift is nearby.

This is the first time that Su Ziyu has used the ability of space sensing to find a crack in the plane, so he is not completely sure of the direction.

Da da da.

When Su Ziyu was looking for the exit, he suddenly heard a strange sound of footsteps, and then two figures, one black and one white, appeared in his sight. Walk over to the location of a bridge.

Black and white impermanence?

Su Ziyu's pupils narrowed slightly, and his figure took a step back vigilantly.

It should be Fusang's black and white impermanence.

Because the other party was dressed as a Fusang person, with one hand holding a soul-calling banner, and the other holding a soul-hunting sickle.At this time, the two people were dragging a lot of ghosts tied up like zongzi. Bai Wuchang walked ahead with a blank expression, while Hei Wuchang seemed to be talking about something.

They soon also found the squid.

"A living person?" Heiwuchang frowned and put his hand on the weapon, and said in a deep voice, "What does a living person come to the underworld for?"

The strength is not particularly strong.

The pressure the two of them brought to Su Ziyu was not as great as Qing Xingdeng, because he had seen the attendants of the Death God, Su Ziyu was not afraid of such ghost envoys, and directly cupped his hands and said, "Accidentally strayed into the underworld. I am planning to return to the Yang Realm."

"I don't know where the exit is?"

Hearing Su Ziyu's words, the black and white Wuchang couldn't help but look at each other, and Bai Wuchang said in a cold tone: "Crossing that bridge is the gate of hell."

"Get out of here quickly."

"The gate of hell will be closed soon. The living cannot stay in the underworld."

Fairly easy to talk about.

After Su Ziyu thanked him, he walked towards the bridge. When he passed Hei Wuchang, he saw the ghosts tied up behind him. howling.

It seems that the Yangjian here is not very peaceful!