After sworn worship, gods want to worship heaven and earth

At night, there was no moon outside the window, and the inside of the ruined temple was dark, and a chilly wind blew, Wang Zheng shivered:

"Isn't this place haunted at night?"

Ye Wei patted him: "If you are afraid, you golden crow's mouth, you can come and sleep with me."

"Go away, who is afraid of ghosts at such an age?"

"Okay, remember this sentence well, don't come to me crying and wiping your tears in the middle of the night, brother, let's go, let's go to bed."

Yan Lin followed Ye Wei like a little follower, and ran into the wing room, where the warm cattail grass was spread on the floor, Ye Wei hugged his younger brother and closed his eyes.

thirsty……

So thirsty.

In the middle of the night, Ye Wei was so thirsty that he couldn't stand it, his throat seemed to be on fire, he got up gently, and wanted to go to the well to get a drink of water.

The sky was as cool as water at night, Ye Wei walked out from the long corridor, a full moon was round outside the window, a faint silver light filled the dilapidated hall, there was a plaque of humanity in the middle, paper and pens were left on the table, and in the corner A dusty mirror occasionally reflects a burst of light...

Tick.

A drop of accumulated rain dripped from the tile eaves, fell into the grass, and merged with the dew into moisture.

Ye Wei was distracted by the sound, he looked up at the well in the courtyard, suddenly he caught a glimpse of the mirror from the corner of his eye, and there was a chill behind him, and white haired sweat crawled up!

There was no figure of him in the mirror, only a piece of silvery moonlight!

Ye Wei walked over in disbelief, stood in front of the mirror and swayed, there was no one in the bronze mirror!He made a decisive decision, and was about to shout when he opened the window, but before he opened his mouth, he heard the screams of crying father and mother from the next door:

"Ye Wei, Ye Wei, Ye Wei! It's haunted——! Ahhh!"

Ye Wei: "..."

He was about to turn over to see what happened to poor Wang Zheng, but something was faster than him, and with a "bang!", something knocked on the door.

There was a heavy blow, and there was no sound after that.

Ye Wei didn't move, neither did the things outside the door, everything was silent, the surroundings were still.

A sudden movement: "Bang, bang, bang!"

His head hit the door, the door was carved and pasted with paper, it looked useless, he opened his mouth wide, a dark wind entered the hall, Ye Wei didn't even think about it, he jumped out of the window and ran into the open yard, where the storage ring shimmered. Flashing, a stack of evil-dispelling talismans floated in the air, Ye Wei summoned the fire energy he cultivated in Wang Zheng's house, and the little fire snake bit the yellow blood talismans and flew in from the window, the flames were so bright that half the courtyard was red .

He still felt that it was not safe enough, his right hand had sixteen points of water, and his fingertips drew a line of ice blue, forming a water pool around his body, and the water droplets penetrated every hole, preventing unprepared attacks.

Ye Wei watched the changes quietly, but there was no change.The fiery snake returned in vain, wrapped around his left arm, shook his head in dissatisfaction, the surface of the self-defense water pool was like a mirror, without any fluctuations.Ye Wei approached the window step by step, turned over, and stepped back into the hall...

There is nothing, the paper-pasted carved door is closed perfectly, the figure in the mirror is as usual, and there is no sound from the next door.

Ye Wei raised his eyebrows, no, there must be something wrong.

Doubt lingers like a gangrene.

moon……

Ye Wei suddenly realized, there is no moon tonight, how could there be a full moon?

This thought pierced something, the moonlight all over the hall faded away, the bronze mirror in the corner flashed with silver light, Ye Wei turned his head immediately, now the light was too dim, his face could not be seen clearly in the mirror, only a faint shadow.

Suddenly, Ye Wei saw the black shadow in the mirror tilted, and another head grew from his shoulder!

two heads...

There is someone behind him!

Ye Wei turned his head immediately, but behind him was only the table with sundries.He walked over, and gradually, he heard a very soft "Ka-Ka-Ka--"

It was the sound of grinding ink.

After a while, the brush used to write "humanity" was erected out of thin air, saturated with ink, floating in the air on the paper, making endless circles, as if eager to write something.

Ye Wei is not afraid, he was a ghost cultivator in his previous life, so he wants to see what the hell is messing around here?He walked straight over, a fire was condensed in his hand, and he was about to burn the pen.

Before the fingertips touched it, the fire in his hand suddenly disappeared. It wasn't sucked away, nor was it counteracted by a spell, but it seemed to return to nothingness in an instant.The next moment, the writing brush stuck to the person's hand like a cold leech, and when he came back to his senses, Ye Wei was already sitting in front of the table, holding the brush tightly in his right hand, writing stroke by stroke on the paper , as if being manipulated by someone, writing faster and faster, writing more and more, unable to stop at all...

What flowed out of the nib was not ink at all, but blood!

He had a pen trouble.

This kind of evil spirit that has become a spirit runs around, as long as it is attached to a brush, it will stick to the human hand, continuously draw blood from the wrist artery, feed the nib along the pen barrel, and force people to write continuously until they are alive. until.Dark red blood smeared on the paper, and it was written all over the paper:

Ye Wei died.

Dead, dead, dead, dead dead...

Ye Wei was forced to pick up a pen to write his name, but he couldn't stop it. No matter what kind of qi he used to draw out wood, water, fire, and earth, it was useless, as if it had suddenly failed. Not only spells, but even ordinary strength could not be used. , irresistible, not allowed to stop, the blood spreads infinitely on the infinite paper, all of which are:

Ye Wei is dead, Ye Wei is dead, Ye Wei is dead!

Ye Wei stared at those bloody characters, and suddenly thought, is this to remind him of something?

Ordinary people can be reincarnated after death, but back then he summoned himself to fall to the sky, made a deal with the heavens, and paid for his life's merits and demerits by being wiped out. In exchange, his relatives and friends will not be implicated, and his life will be safe.

He did get it, so, according to the law of heaven, after he killed himself, his three souls and seven souls were all scattered, and he never reincarnated, reincarnated, or entered the six realms of reincarnation, and returned to nothingness.Countless tens of thousands of years forward, and countless thousands of years backward in this world, there will be no such thing as "Ye Wei" anymore.

It is impossible for him to be reborn.

But now he is reborn, and he has returned to the [-]st year of the Xianli calendar, and many strange phenomena have appeared in this world. Bring back many people who have been lost without paying any price.

Is there really such a cheap thing in the world?

I don't know if there is Ye Wei, but right now the writing brush is still drawing blood while dragging him to write, until it will kill him, so it seems that there is no cheap thing.

People are mortal, but it is not clear why they cannot die. Ye Wei stood up, secretly accumulating energy, ready to end with one blow. Even if the blood-sucking pen was not hurt, his hand would bounce away due to the attack. As long as he interrupted writing, the The thing doesn't work.

Just as the fierce force in the dark was about to explode, suddenly, a piece of softness fell on the palm of his hand.

Ye Wei was hugged into a strong embrace, and the person behind him was much taller than him, one arm wrapped around his waist, and the other covered his right hand holding the pen, with very light force, as if he was carefully stroking a butterfly.

Little Butterfly couldn't move at all, so he could only let his wide and white palm wrap around his entire five fingers.The table was covered with blood letters, and Ye Wei was forced by the blood-sucking pen to write a new "Ye Wei is dead". As soon as Ye Zi's mouth twitched a little, the man held his hand, not allowing Any force resisted, and a long vertical line was pulled out next to the small vertical line:

It is a temporary word.

The word leaf was changed, the death curse was broken suddenly, and the blood-sucking pen seemed to have lost its spirit, hanging in the hand with its head drooping.But the person behind him didn't allow it to stop just like that, the tip of the pen leaked fragrant ink, and a vertical hook pierced through the back of the paper:

Pro, danger.

Finally stopped, Ye Wei breathed a sigh of relief, as soon as the pen ghost's spell left, he returned to normal, and soon felt pain all over his body, especially his writing wrist, which could hardly be lifted.He wanted to turn around to see who the person behind him was, but he didn't even have the strength to turn his head. The person seemed to know that he was tired, so he put his arms around his waist weakly, and took him into his arms. Ye Wei felt that he was leaning against the The opponent's chest...

chest?

Ye Wei was shocked, how could this be possible!He has always been very confident in his height. When other men stand in front of him, he usually needs to lower his head to talk to them. How can such a height reach the chest of the other man?

How tall is that man?What did you eat to grow up!

He struggled to see the true face of the expert, suddenly, a huge sleepy hood covered him, and a pair of warm hands covered his eyes:

"Go to sleep."

Ye Wei couldn't resist anymore, he closed his eyes heavily.

Behind him, the god Yan Lin hugged his elder brother gently, he lowered his head, staring at his sleeping face intently, he couldn't bear to blink.The pen on the table was a thief, slipped under the table while he was not paying attention, slipped out of the door, and ran away in the wind, full of secret joy, shaking the pen happily, complacent.

I don't know how long it has been running away, it thought it was safe, and ran to the new house to make trouble, suddenly, a hand fell from the sky, and squeezed its pen holder.In an instant, it was nailed to a table, and it returned to the ruined temple again!

The dark clouds in the night sky have all dispersed, and a crescent moon hangs in the sky.There was a person standing in the ruined temple, his whole body was covered with a layer of faint golden light, so high that he couldn't see it.With wide sleeves fluttering and snow boots growing lotuses, he stepped forward, with a face full of beauty in the world, staring at it without sadness or joy.

God... the gods!This is a god!It was caught by the gods of the Three Realms!

The pen ghost rolled around on the table, whimpering, but Yan Lin ignored it, staring at the void above the pen ghost.

The blood-sucking pen is stupid and timid, it only dared to run around, but it happened to jump on my brother, what a coincidence.Behind this evil, there must be something more powerful instigating it.

In his previous life, Ye Wei was wiped out in ashes. According to the law of heaven and cause and effect, he has already died and will never be reborn.

However, the new God wants him to live, and wants these three thousand worlds to be born for him, while the old way of heaven still wants him to die, and wants all disasters and bad luck to go to him.

Yan Lin raised his fingertips, pointed at the void——

He wants his brother to live, and whoever dares to disobey him will be wiped out!

With a snap, something shattered in the darkness.That silly pen still fell on the table ignorantly, not understanding what happened.The gods of the three realms lowered their eyes slightly, looked down at it, and said:

"Since you love writing so much, let you write as much as you want."

The voice was neither sad nor happy, and Xiaobi was terrified when he heard it, he was trembling and wanted to escape again, but suddenly the world changed before his eyes!

Clouds and neon colors, rainbows radiate in all directions, in the first layer of the sky, the majestic temple stands in front of it, and a thin roll of paper flies out of the sleeve of the god, and spreads down from the tens of millions of jade steps, extending endlessly.The pen ghost was lifted up, flew to the paper, swiped horizontally, was forced to dance the pen, and kept writing:

Dying, dying, dying...

Yan Lin watched, feeling very happy in his heart, his and his brother's names were next to each other, as if they were really together forever, forever.

With a slight movement of the fingertips, the two envoys rushed over quickly: "My lord! What orders do you have!"

"You stare at it, but if you stop, you will be ashamed."

"Yes! May I ask the god... How long do you want to punish it for writing?"

Yan Lin looked at the paper full of danger, and smiled lightly:

"Write until the end of time."

The author has something to say: Silly Bi Sui: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo... I'm going to write bald!

Yan Lin: Don't stop.