Reborn as the little tail of the cool master

Xiao Jingxuan's lips trembled slightly, and he reached out to touch the human-shaped pool of blood in a confused state.

He murmured softly, "Little...Little Master Uncle? Why is it Little Master Uncle? Why is Little Master Uncle here?"

The ghostly green will-o'-the-wisp fire flickering in the darkness was like a pair of terrifying eyes, staring straight at the weak and fragile humans who were trapped in pain and doubt.

Xiao Jingxuan squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, put his blood-stained fingertips to his nose and took a deep breath.

His voice trembled, "It's... Junior Master-Uncle, is it Junior Master-Uncle's blood? Did you kill him?!"

His roars and the increasingly louder and more melodious sound of wind chimes echoed in the endless corridor that seemed to have no end.

In this huge castle, strange and terrifying screams echoed, like evil spirits calling for souls, making Xiao Jingxuan even more upset. "

Xiao Jingxuan covered his head in pain and turned around suddenly. A person with a pale face and covered in blood appeared in front of him.

His eyes were like two bloody holes, and his head was covered with tattered gray gauze torn into strips.

He raised his arms and waved his gauze robe, and a cloud of smoke with the musty smell of the cellar blew towards him.

A shrill laugh echoed in his ears, and the unusual sound made the fearless Demon Lord immediately feel terrified.

This inhuman, half-ghost voice was a little hoarse, with an icy tone, as if covered with a layer of mist, and it was low and deep amidst the uneven breathing.

This cool and clear voice actually sounds like Chu Huaizhou's?

Xiao Jingxuan rushed forward like a madman, grabbed his skinned shoulders, and shook them fiercely.

He shouted loudly: "You are not Chu Huaizhou! You can't be his! Who are you? Tell me, you are not him!"

I don’t know if he shook it too hard, but the head of this disheveled ghost thing flipped backwards and its neck seemed to be broken.

From this angle, you can just see the rotten, pus-filled, and bleeding mouth under the disheveled hair.

He stretched his mouth into a wide grin, causing the blood to flow more violently, and he let out a sinister and strange laugh.

She laughed strangely and repeated his words, "Haha, Chu Huaizhou? That's me."

"Don't you recognize me? Am I dirty and ugly now? You don't want to acknowledge me?"

Xiao Jingxuan shook his head in disbelief, muttering, "No way, you look like this, how can you be Junior Master Uncle?"

"My junior uncle loves cleanliness and is a bit of a germaphobe. How could he tolerate himself becoming like this?"

"My junior uncle was originally high and mighty, with unlimited glory and bright moonlight. He would never be like this!"

In his heart, Chu Huaizhou is a cool and aloof flower that no one can touch, not even himself.

The thing in front of him began to laugh crazily and strangely again, "I'm not Chu Huaizhou? Look at me carefully."

"Don't you like me? Can't you recognize me after I become like this? Are you afraid to recognize me or don't want to recognize me?"

"Ah? Hahahaha, your love is so worthless?"

“If you don’t have that body, would it just be empty talk? Hahahaha – your love is such a joke!”

The rags of cloth he was wearing were tattered, dirty, and stinking.

But it is not difficult to recognize that it is a sky blue and moon white, which is the style and color that Junior Master Uncle likes the most.

Xiao Jingxuan's consciousness gradually became blurred, and he began to waver, "Are you really Chu Huaizhou? Are you really Junior Master?"

Xiao Jingxuan stretched out his trembling fingertips and fearfully and slowly pushed away the dark black hair that was stuck to his face.

He saw that his eyes were bleeding slowly, and his eye sockets were deeply sunken, corroding his slightly pale face.

There are no pupils in his eyes, but you can feel that he is staring at you, as if he is staring at his prey, staring at you like a wolf or a tiger.

Except for the pair of missing eyes, the rest of his facial features were exactly the same as those of my junior master's.

He felt a surge of anger roaring in his heart, and the veins on his forehead and arms were twitching slightly.

"Underworld Dragon! I'm going to kill you!"

"How dare you touch him? How dare you? I couldn't bear to hurt even a hair on his head. Who gave you the courage?!"

He wanted to vent his anger, and he uncontrollably punched the surrounding black rock walls until his fists were bloody.

His gradually lost mind finally regained a bit of clarity, and Xiao Jingxuan gasped for breath.

The ghost hugged his hands and grinned as if he was a little distressed, "Are you angry about me?"

"Do you like me? Do you want to be with me forever? Stay here with me forever, okay?"

The faint and strange voice, like an ancient curse, lingered in Xiao Jingxuan's ears, gradually wearing away his will.

Xiao Jingxuan slowly raised his head, looked at his two bloody eyes, seemed uncertain, and asked hesitantly.

"Uncle Junior Master, do you really want me to stay here with you?"

The ghost was a little annoyed, and said impatiently in a sharp voice: "It's not Junior Master, it's Chu Huaizhou. What? Don't you want to?"

"I don't want to." A lazy, yet dangerous smile spread across Xiao Jingxuan's handsome face.

"Why should I stay here forever just to accompany Chu Huaizhou? All I care about is my Junior Master."

"You said you were Chu Huaizhou, but you are not my junior master."

Under the slowly swaying will-o'-the-wisp fire, he smiled, his eyes were chilling and his neat, white teeth were faintly visible.

"You...what do you mean?"

The ghost thing that claimed to be Chu Huaizhou seemed to be confused by his words and couldn't figure it out for a long time.

"What exactly do you want to express? Ahem..."

Xiao Jingxuan was annoyed by the noise, so he tilted his head and reached out to pinch his neck which could be easily broken.

He raised the corners of his mouth in a wicked way and whispered, "What I want to express is very simple. I just want you to die again."

Seeing that the truth was exposed, the corporeal ghost stopped quibbling and quickly stretched out its sharp claws, intending to attack him from behind.

"Xuan Ji Shan, are you still planning to continue pretending to be dead?"

In response to the sound, a bamboo fan that looked elegant and refined flew out from behind his waist and shortened his skinny arms in the blink of an eye.

The ghost was about to open his mouth to scream, but Xiao Jingxuan casually pulled a piece of cloth off his body and stuffed it into his mouth.

He said in a rude and cool way: "Don't scream, it doesn't hurt, right?"

He used the same trick again, broke his own neck, struggled out of Xiao Jingxuan's hands, and took a few steps back.

He stared at him with some fear, and he and Xiao Jingxuan stared at each other for a short moment, and suddenly his head fell off with a "crack".

Shocked, Xiao Jingxuan opened his eyes wide and was speechless: "…………"