Presumptuous, I am from the underworld

"Rumble..."

Gu Han raised his head, his deep and quiet eyes were like deep caves in a cold pool, calm and cold, his brows were slightly frowned, and he glanced at the drowsy sky, there were faint thunderstorms in the sky, the clouds were of different thicknesses, and it was misty.

Suddenly, a wind began to blow in the air.

The wind came suddenly, blowing and gathering the black and gray clouds continuously, as if it wanted to open a big hole in the sky, making the camphor trees on both sides of the road rattle, and also messing up the broken hair on Gu Han's forehead .

This is not surprising, every year during the Qingming Festival, the wind is always particularly strong, especially on the night before the Qingming Festival, the old people said that it was because the deceased ancestors would ride the wind down from the sky to visit their descendants, reunite with;

Some people also say that it is the dark wind from the underworld. Every year on the Qingming Festival, the passage from the underworld to the human world will be opened, and the ghosts living there can come to enjoy the incense and worship of human beings.

Of course, these legends of gods, gods and ghosts are just Qingming as a form of missing ancestors.

Gu Han never cared about these rumors about gods, ghosts, and ghosts. He only knew that from then on, every year during the Qingming Festival, he would go back to his hometown to see the person who was sleeping there forever...

There is no one with him, one hand in the trouser pocket, wearing a cotton white shirt, the first button is not buttoned, and you can vaguely see the toughness outlined under the delicate neck. He was wearing a cyan military trench coat outside, which was fitted and ironed. He looked cold and polite, deep and restrained.

Gu Han stopped at this moment, his eyes were long and deep, as if he was looking at the clouds in the sky, and it seemed that nothing entered his cold eyes.

This cool wind could not blow away his emotions even the slightest bit.

When he was about to look back, a bright light suddenly flashed in the sky, and it was fleeting.

Gu Han narrowed his eyes slightly.

Illusion, he thought.

but--

"boom!"

"En——" Following Gu Han's muffled moan, something hit Gu Han's head with lightning speed, and fell to his feet with a "plop", rolling for a while The distance just stopped.

No time to avoid it!

Gu Han's indifferent eyes darkened a little bit, the frost was slowly beginning to gather, his eyes were sharp, and the wind around him was a little bit stronger, and the cold air from his whole body couldn't be blown away by the whistling.

He was hit on the head by an inexplicable bead, and he could even feel a lump on his forehead.

Where did this bead come from? !

Even the wind can't blow this bead the size of a baby's fist into the sky!

So, someone smashed it on purpose? !

Thinking of this, Gu Han felt even colder all over his body.

He stared fixedly at the bead not far from his feet, as if trying to smash it into pieces.

The bead flashed a tiny light, and then calmed down.

The bead looked really weird. It was crystal clear on the outside. It should be a layer of crystal, but inside the crystal was a cluster of flames. Wrapped in a cyan substance, even Gu Han's eyes were slightly surprised after seeing it.

Gu Han, who has always been indifferent to everything, unexpectedly bent down this time, reaching out to pick up that weird bead——