My old enemy always likes to pull my furry ears

"I think we should stay together and stay together." The young man said, "My name is Tingyou. I don't know how to call you."

He had just finished speaking, as if he was being overheard by the gods, when he spoke, a thick fog rolled over the pavement from all directions, thick and blinding, instantly dispersed the crowd, and nothing was seen in all directions.

This fog stirs up the turbid color, and the breath of the breeze at night when the dew is wafting in the fog makes people suddenly not know where they are.

Yan Zhou was surrounded by fog and couldn't see anything clearly. He took a step cautiously and turned around in place. Suddenly, a warm object was handed over to him. He subconsciously spread his hands further apart. Unexpectedly, The object grabbed his hand and pulled him over violently.

What a bold brat, Yan Zhou thought. When his body stood still, Yan Zhou quickly withdrew his hand and penetrated into the spiritual method. When he was about to teach the brat a lesson, Xue Huan's voice broke through the chaos in front of his eyes and reached his ears. inside.

"Can you see the person clearly before you fight? I kindly gave you a hand. Do you want revenge?"

Yan Zhou's spiritual method was fleeting, and after a bit of purple light disappeared, his eyes gradually became clear; Xue Huan stood beside him, staring at him with hatred.

There is a big tree behind him, like a weeping willow, but its trunk is much thicker than a weeping willow, and its height is amazing. The fragrance is not pungent, like the incense in the temple, and a little bit mixed with the spices of other flowers.

They are still in the same city now, but the arrangement of houses around them is different from before. I don't know if they have changed the city or just changed the place.

There are no other living people here except the two of them. There is an arch bridge directly in front of it. The river under the arch bridge is flowing quietly, reflecting the shimmering moon in the sky.

Speaking of that moon, it was also very weird, big and round, as if hanging on the bridge, flashing blue and blue light.

"It seems that the two of us met a ghost hitting the wall and couldn't get out." Xue Huan looked back at the endless street behind him. The river was on the left and the houses were on the right. There was no way out.

Yan Zhou was well-informed, so he picked out from his mind some ghost stories he had heard that corresponded to this scene and told him.

"I heard that there is a folk legend about all ghosts coming out of their caves. According to legend, on the night of the full moon, when the streets and alleys are silent, a group of ghosts crawl out of hell and walk along the path of the spring that connects the world. They walked across the Naihe Bridge before they were alive, so when they entered the town, they walked across the bridge first."

Thousands of ghosts travel under the moon, standing at the bridgehead, red pupils come out in the dark night, and a catastrophe falls in the sky.

Yan Zhou: "Those ghosts cross the bridge once a month. Some enjoy the river, some admire the moon, some go to look at the windows of certain houses, and some have hands splashed with mortal blood."

Xue Huan is not a child in the village who doesn't sleep and is frightened and fainted by his parents. He listened to his ghost story carefully and commented: "The story is a good story, but it is a fantasy. Where are the ghosts? You are the one behind it." Is he the king of the ghost world?"

It is extremely difficult for demons and ghosts who practice illusion to reach the top. It is a joke to summon all ghosts from hell with one's own power.Compared with spiritual magic and fairy art, it is rarely the same as the level that people of the same way can't catch up with. There seems to be a barrier on it, which is not easy to break, and it seems to protect those original ones on it.

Yanzhou understood, and said again: "I still have a few more reliable ones, do you want to listen?"

Xue Huan was bored anyway, nodded: "Tell me."

Yanzhou searched the memory in his mind, and said, "Wedding, funeral, good festival, worshiping God, giving birth, which one do you think is more similar to our current situation?"

Most of these folk customs are created by ordinary people who have nothing to do and look for a sense of ritual. However, these created customs are all done during the day, looking for an auspicious day to celebrate a good day.

Damn Yan Zhou put these rituals completed during the day into the night of the huge full moon above his head, it is clearly Yin marriage, death burial, ghost festival, obedience to demons, and death!

How kind of him is he!

But before Xue Huan scolded him, a group of people appeared on the arch bridge. At the same time, the sound of Huanxi suona was heard, and the group moved forward slowly.

They walked cheerfully from the other end of the bridge to the middle of the bridge, crossed the moon, and walked down the bridge. After a while, the sound of the suona became more and more clear, and the sound of singing the ceremony also penetrated into them from far and near. in the ears.

"Happiness from a son, thoughts from a daughter, a baby is born in front of someone's bed..."

"Happiness from a son, thoughts from a daughter, a baby is born in front of someone's bed..."

Xue Huan got goose bumps all over his body when he was sung, his scalp was numb, and the big voice was a little smoother, as if he couldn't stand it, he thought in his heart that he would give them a stick when they got close.

But Yan Zhou next to him didn't react, his eyes were fixed on a sandalwood box in the middle of those people. If he guessed correctly, the sandalwood box should contain a child's skeleton or corpse.

This is different from folk customs.The usual custom of sending off children is that a group of people play musical instruments along the road. The two nurses at the front and the two nurses at the back hold boxes of wedding candy in their hands and sprinkle candy for passers-by along the road.

Right now, sending a child is not like sending a child, and sending a funeral is not like sending a funeral.

Sending children scattered white papers for the dead, and singing Songs of sending children at the funeral. They were completely different, and the two people in front of the line looked like two hanged ghosts.

Thinking dazedly, that team had arrived in front of him, Xue Huan held his breath, and saw the two men in white clothes kneeling in front of Yan Zhou, stretching out their hands towards him.

Yan Zhou took a step back, and the two men in white knelt a step forward, and the team followed suit.

The sound of singing stopped long ago. Xue Huan watched these people kneeling on the ground, as if worshiping a saint, without raising their heads, and did not say a word, as if they were afraid of Yan Zhou.

But Yanzhou didn't appreciate it, he avoided the annoying hand stretched out to him, and when he was about to kick him up, Xue Huan leaned over from the side and whispered in his ear: "Don't move, be obedient."

"What did you say?" Yan Zhou frowned, and Xue Huan had already put his hand on the one that was extended.

Yan Zhou was about to get angry when Xue Huan winked at him and made a hissing gesture.

Yanzhou didn't know why he didn't resist, so he was supported by the white clothes, and sat on a rattan chair that appeared out of nowhere; after the white clothes were finished, Yan Zhou tied a thin black rope to Xue Huan. At his wrist, the end of the string was placed on Yan Zhou's hand.

The rattan chair was raised, the team continued to move forward, and the fog rose up again, blurring the surrounding area.

After the team walked forward leisurely, the big tree that looked like a weeping willow but not like a weeping willow trembled in the breeze. Suddenly, many hanged corpses appeared on it, slender and long, like a weeping willow.

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Yan Zhou was drowsy and drowsy sitting on the chair, but when he lost his mind, he would be pulled by the string in his hand. He turned his head and saw Xue Huan, and Xue Huan also looked at him. That look was very familiar for a moment, Yan Zhou recalled that earlier in the God Realm, Xue Huan looked at him with nostalgic and fiery eyes, and he never got tired of seeing him all year round, saying weird things like saying that people would run away if they didn't look at him.

But now Xue Huan's eyes don't have that leisurely look, Yanzhou knows that Xue Huan is just telling himself with his eyes, don't fall asleep, there are things to do later.

Although the rattan chair is quite comfortable to sit on, he is not so confused that he can be carried into some upright temple by a group of ghosts to be enshrined. There may be dirty things in the sandalwood box held behind him. His life.

After a while, the dense fog cleared, and Yan Zhou found himself in a temple with altar tables but no offerings. He sneered in his heart, it was really a temple.

Although not a temple.

After the rattan chair was put down, Bai Yi stretched out his disgusting hands again, took out a rouge pen to paint on his eyebrows and eyes, and then wanted to reach out to his lips.

Yan Zhou didn't let him continue this time, he turned his eyes to look at Xue Huan, slightly bent the corners of his mouth, bit the skin with his teeth, and the skin was broken.

When some blood came out, he pursed his lips together and painted the blood on his lips.

Seeing the blood on his mouth, the white clothes took back the rouge pen and stepped back, and then the little ghosts holding the sandalwood box came forward again, opened the sandalwood box, and took out a rotten and smelly child's skeleton from inside. .

Xue Huan couldn't help frowning.

The child's skeleton was placed on the sandalwood box cover, and the kid lit a cigarette, and the skeleton became alive, stretched itself, propped up its body with its rotten limbs, faced Yan Zhou's direction, and screamed mother.

Xue Huan's head has exploded, who is your mother! !

The child's skeleton came down from the lid of the sandalwood box, crawled onto Yanzhou's body, slowly crawled from his legs, to his abdomen, to his chest, and then stretched out his hand to Yanzhou's blood-stained red lips.

Xue Huan felt something was wrong, he thought, why Yanzhou didn't respond at all, this ghost stinks, can't he smell it?

The child called mother again, touched Yan Zhou's lips with his hand, retracted after the touch, and curled up on Yan Zhou's chest.

Yan Zhou closed his eyes, put one hand on the child's back, and looked leisurely.

Xue Huan was holding back his words, his eyes were about to pop out, and he shouted silently: "What are you doing, Yan Zhou, you still look like you're enjoying yourself. Could it be that you really want to be someone's mother?" !

He was frantic on the side, and there was not much movement, but the child looked back and met his eyes.

The kid didn't call him dad or anything, but his glance made the accompanying white clothes go to Xue Huan's side, and brought him to Yan Zhou's side.

Xue Huan stiffened and squatted down awkwardly. The child pressed his head with his rotten hand, and was about to stick it to Yan Zhou's mouth.

Xue Huan couldn't bear it anymore, and overturned the baby ghost, and finally cursed out loud.

"Your way of stealing life is too shameless, and you are too deceitful." Xue Huan called out a loud voice, and poked a stick on the ground, causing an earthquake within a hundred miles.

Seeing that the scheme was seen through, the child no longer pretended to be pitiful. He screamed up to the sky, and the white clothes accompanying him took out a knife.

Xue Huan took a deep breath, and suddenly had a not-so-serious thought—that guy died in my hands, and I will never let you kill him.

He threw Da Yin over, but he didn't want the child to reach out with his hand.

Dayin is a holy weapon, and it has the aura that shakes demons and ghosts. Although the little ghost blocked the impulsive force of Dayin, the arm that blocked it broke and fell to the ground. Disgusting mucus gushed out from the break.

The baby ghost didn't flinch, and hatred and resentment surged up from his body, surrounded him, and stretched out countless pairs of rotten hands from behind to grab Xue Huan.

How could Xue Huan be afraid of his small tricks? Da Yin was firmly in his hand, but before he could make a move, he was startled by Yan Zhou's eerie "son".

What are you shouting for?

Xue Huan turned his head and saw Yan Zhou stood up and stretched out his hand towards the baby ghost, his red lips parted slightly, his eyes were extremely gentle.

The baby ghost was called out by the soft words, thinking that he was done and found a mother's body, he happily rushed towards Yan Zhouhu.

Yan Zhou hugged him, and the baby ghost screamed, "Mother!"

Xue Huan took a heavy breath, gritted his teeth and thought, if you shout again, I will kill you!

Yanzhou looked at him lovingly, and said softly, "Is it suffering, is it painful, is it tired?"

After asking three times in succession, the infant ghost was actually forced out of the human tears, and he leaned against Yan Zhou's chest in aggrieved manner, and sobbed.

The rest of the ghosts all moved towards Xue Huan, Xue Huan let out a bawl, and said: "I lost my wife and lost my army, and I became someone else's mother." He thought for a while, and said: "That's right, you It is also a monster, and its nature cannot be changed."

Yan Zhou didn't seem to hear what he said, and said to the infant ghost: "Then leave this world."

The palm suddenly tightened, and the five fingers dug deep into the baby ghost's flesh. The baby ghost screamed in pain, and his expression changed drastically. With one arm missing, he waved in the air comically. Sliding down, corresponding to him, the black lines on Yan Zhou's face crawled out from his collar and spread to his cheeks, which was actually more frightening than that baby ghost.

His pupils were purple, and cold words came out of his mouth.

"If you want my body, you are not timid."

As he spoke, he stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, and said, "My blood is quite useful."

Hearing this, the baby ghost turned his head to look at the hand that touched his lips, which was smoking and burning unbearably. The shoulder was blown off, and thick blood spilled all over the floor.

The infant ghost, who lost both hands, fell to the ground in pain, and accidentally rolled to Xue Huan's feet. Xue Huan blocked his way with a loud voice, and asked sternly, "Say, who summoned you?"

The baby ghost flew up, knelt on the ground, closed his eyes tightly, and screamed again, his eyes were gouged out by something, leaving two empty holes.

The rest of the entourage fled, but before walking out of this place, they all dissipated on their own.

The baby ghost died painfully on the ground, and turned into a paralyzed bone after a while.

Yan Zhou shook his hand in front of his chest and abdomen, changed into clean black clothes again, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

Xue Huan thought he was coy, like a big girl who loves to be clean, and said provocatively, "No wonder that kid called your mother."

Yanzhou retorted, "Sit on this rattan chair." The ghost who took care of him also called your mother.

The two of you walked out of the temple with one sentence and one sentence. After walking out, another blood-red charm appeared in the sky above the north.