Reborn as the little tail of the cool master

It turned out that the leading man was a demon who had fallen into evil while practicing Taoism. In addition, he was in this place with extremely yin energy, and resentment entered his body, turning him into an evil ghost.

He hated all the villagers in Yuyu Village, and he came back to take revenge on them. His initial method of revenge was to absorb the flesh and blood and essence of the most important person in each of them.

Let everyone deeply experience what it feels like when the person you love is neither human nor ghost.

Because they cannot be considered completely dead, some people are reluctant to bury their loved ones, while others plan to bury the person out of fear.

It's totally useless. The buried people will crawl out with rotten flesh and blood, corpse spots and corpse poison.

An old man in the village said: "This is a punishment from the gods for farmers who abandoned their fields, were greedy and obsessed with profit!"

"Only if you don't forget your original intention can you achieve your goal!"

So the farmers in the village went back to their old ways and reclaimed the land in an attempt to atone for their sins.

However, the corpse-transforming situation has not only not improved, but has spread to a wider and wider area.

Corpse poison and corpse transformation began to spread in the village. After ten days or half a month, everyone became a state of sometimes being alive and sometimes being dead.

The man was afraid that the matter would be exposed, so he divided the day and night into two parts that were different from the outside world.

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Xiao Jingxuan finally understood what was said. His eyes widened as if he had suddenly realized something. "Is this revenge for love?"

"The person with the surname Lu that he is looking for is actually his Taoist partner, right?"

"Well, he is a down-and-out monk who was expelled from his family. He has only been in Yuyu Village for three days. The village has been haunted and livestock stolen, and all sorts of other things have happened."

"Everyone suspected that it was the man surnamed Lu who had caused trouble for the village, so they expelled him, beat him, and burned down the straw hut he had built. In the end, due to too many injuries, he died of depression in a mass grave in the south of the village."

"It's really sad." Chu Huaizhou kept frowning, and with his slender white fingers he grabbed the hem of the clothes that the dirty Nalan Murong was sitting on.

Xiao Jingxuan stretched out his arms and legs, kicked Nalan Murong lightly, and then whistled stupidly.

"You little brat! Why did you kick me?!" He rolled to the side and then crawled to his feet.

Chu Huaizhou took the opportunity to stand up quickly, lowered his eyes to look at the black mark on the side of his clothes, his face was not very good, and his voice was a little cold, "Why do you say it is related to my Biluo Yundian?"

Nalan Murong lifted the curtain and came out of the kitchen, holding a bowl of steaming wild vegetable porridge and took two sips.

"His name is Yu Huai, the same Yu Huai before he became the elder of Biluo Yundian."

"Could it be... Elder Yu Huai?" Xiao Jingxuan was dumbfounded and looked at his uncle out of habit.

"You should go back. If you don't go up the mountain to complain to Yu Changfeng, Yu Huai will run away!"

After saying this, Nalan Murong waved his dirty sleeves, which unexpectedly raised a gust of sand, making the two men stagger and forcing them to cover their eyes, mouths and noses with their sleeves.

Xiao Jingxuan thought of his uncle's sickly appearance, and was afraid that he would be blown away by the tornado that came out of nowhere, so he quickly felt around and shouted, "Little Uncle!..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he got a mouthful of mud and dust. He had no choice but to cover his mouth and continued to shout: "Junior Master!?" His voice was much softer.

After a while, a calm and cold response came from the side, still full of disgust: "Don't shout, I'm not deaf."

It must be the sand that blew him up. Xiao Jingxuan felt dizzy and yelled in a pretentious manner, "Uncle Master! I'm scared!"

Chu Huaizhou sighed, grabbed his hand that was waving in the air, gently held it through his sleeve, moved his lips, and uttered two short syllables: "Don't be afraid..."

The concern he mustered up the courage to express was drowned out by the howling wind.

Gradually, the wind and sand stopped, the nauseating and dizzy feeling disappeared, and his suspended feet landed on the ground. Chu Huaizhou let go of his hand in advance.

When he opened his eyes again, all he saw was an oasis wasteland. Not only had the devastated Yuyu Village disappeared, but only the small cottage located on the hillside of Fengshan Mountain was left.

"Junior Master, what's going on?" Xiao Jingxuan looked for a long time before asking.

"It's just a nightmare that has returned to reality." Chu Huaizhou said lightly, except for a stain on his white robe that was still there. He frowned and raised his hand to pat it lightly.

The souls who feel wronged and cannot rest in peace, the illusion created by their lifelong cultivation, this is the return of nightmares. It can involve the Taoist priests who can avenge them.

It was just a dream.

The sky outside was just beginning to turn upside down, dimly shining. Above the blue-black sky, a few remaining stars were twinkling faintly. The first light of dawn appeared on the eastern horizon, revealing a new glow.

Chu Huaizhou stood in the backlight, under the increasingly bright early morning sun, at the end of the long night.

The white robe fluttered in the cool morning breeze, and the mottled blood on his arms made it look particularly bright red. He just said coldly, "Let's go."

"Did the group of children from Xuanqing Sect leave safely?"

Xiao Jingxuan chased after them and said, "Don't worry, don't worry. Brother Murong will send them out of the nightmare with a flick of his sleeves."

"Junior Master Uncle, Junior Master Uncle." Xiao Jingxuan called with a smile, folded his hands behind his head, and shook his head.

Just like a child reciting poetry or reading a book, it has a bit more childish innocence and cuteness.

Chu Huaizhou lifted his eyelids slightly, caught a glimpse of his jumping footsteps, and suppressed his laughter: "Hmm? What do you want to call me for?"

Xiao Jingxuan originally wanted to call him, but when he heard him ask this, he thought of a pretext: "The blood corpse that bit those disciples of Xuanqing Sect is...?"

A trickling stream with thin ice floating on it lay before my feet, and dead tree branches were swaying in the thin ice and muddy water.

Chu Huaizhou stopped, stepped onto the dead tree branches in the water, scooped water and poured it on his right hand to dilute the almost solidified blood stains.

"Yes, it is Elder Yu Huai's puppet in disguise. He must want to kill everyone who breaks in and make them the dead souls of the blood corpse."

Committing new crimes in order to hide previous crimes is no small matter no matter what, and I'm afraid it will require the joint judgment of the immortals.

Xiao Jingxuan watched him wash his hands. His thin, slender, and white hands did not carry a trace of worldly air, as if they had only played with the fish in Yaochi and picked the snow-white flowers in Xiandu.

Unconsciously, he stepped on the half-dead tree. The driftwood suddenly sank, and Chu Huaizhou was startled for a moment.

"What are you following me for?" He lowered his hands, hid them in his wide sleeves, turned his head and asked.

Xiao Jingxuan came back to his senses and blinked, pretending to be dumbfounded and said innocently: "Aren't you going to cross the river with your uncle?"

He is actually quite good-looking and cute, especially when he tilts his head and pretends to be confused. He seems harmless, and I feel pity for him and can't bear to blame him.

Chu Huaizhou's eyes narrowed slightly, like ink just melted in the cold mist of a cold pond, "Isn't there a bridge over there?!"

"I understand, Junior Uncle. My eyesight is poor, so I didn't see it, right?" he said with a grin.

In the end, Xiao Jingxuan opened a phantom walking formation, which shortened the distance by a thousand miles and sent the two of them to an inn at the foot of Biluo Yundian Mountain.

The waiter who was serving the food was caught off guard by the two guests who suddenly showed up, and almost bumped into them along with the food and soup.

Chu Huaizhou looked around and saw that it was not the Fuguang Palace. He frowned and asked, "What are you doing here?"