My old enemy always likes to pull my furry ears

After Chu Tan returned home from outside, he adjusted his breath in the bedroom alone.Recently, he feels that his body is getting worse and worse, and he can't lift his spirits at any time.He was a little thirsty, so he got up and went to the table to pour a glass of warm water.

When drinking water, the moist and warm water vapor touched his cheeks lightly, like a watery ink pen painting on his face, melting everywhere, and a trace of heat gushed out of his nasal cavity.

Chu Dan paused with the hand holding the water glass, and touched his nose with the other hand.

Under the light of the candle, he spread his palms and saw the blood on his fingers clearly.

The nasal cavity was still bleeding, which seemed to be "turbulent". Chu Dan could only block it with his hands in a panic, and accidentally stained his sleeves; but he was wearing a red dress, and the blood dripping on it was not easy to see.

This was his first nosebleed, and it happened suddenly without warning, followed by the familiar chest tightness and angina.

The cup fell to the ground and made a crisp cracking sound. Chu Dan knelt down tormented by the pain of a knife stabbing his heart, his nosebleed hand clutched his heart, the sharp pain spread from the heart, like a vine stretching, but it always gathered in the In one place, layers of pain were brewing.

A red, water-like aura danced in his chest, piercing through his chest, tightly entwining his heart.

Chu Tan gritted his teeth and panted quietly. He had to suffer from this pain once in a while, and he often passed out from the pain. He knew how to use spiritual methods to adjust breath, relieve pain, and heal himself.

The aura in the chest seems to be threatened by something, and it desperately flees, but the source of the spirit is rooted in the heart, and it cannot be cut off, so the pulling and pulling will tear people apart, which is unbearable.

Gradually, after tossing for a long time, Chu Dan loosened his grip on his heart. He let out a sharp breath, and then panted softly. The sweat on his forehead slipped from his hair. Originally pale, this will be almost whitish, very miserable.

The sharp aura in the body was tired from playing, so he shrank back obediently.

The surroundings gradually calmed down, and the room was in a mess.

Chu Dan lost his strength and fell to the ground, his eyes blurred by water vapor.

At this time, the door was pushed open, Chu Dan blinked weakly, but could only see a blurry figure.

The man closed the door and walked over, kicked away the obstructing bench, squatted down halfway, looked at it for a while, covered Chu Tan's half-closed eyes with his hands, leaned close to his ear, and exhaled warm breath , the low voice sounded like a white bone protruding from the ground, strangled his throat fiercely.

"Soon it won't hurt."

He pressed his middle finger on Chu Dan's neck, and performed a little spiritual magic. The middle finger broke through the skin of the fingertip, and a long and thin bone stuck out into the throbbing blood vessel under the fingertip.The bone opened the blood vessels, searched for Chu Tan's heart, wound around several times, and teased the spiritual method on the spiritual source.

The burning sensation from the neck suffocated the eyes, Chu Dan's head was dizzy, and he fell into a deep sleep unconsciously.

Yan Zhou sat on the wooden cushion in the Quecho Pavilion, closed his eyes and meditated. He leaned against the window sill, and there was a sandalwood table on the right hand side, with a vase of flowers placed on it.

When the sun rises during the day, it indicates the beginning of a new day. There are many burden-carrying people walking on the street downstairs, coming and going, busy but orderly.

Xue Huan leaned on the table opposite him with his eyes closed, wondering if he was asleep. The breeze blew through his short hair, poking his cheek.

Yanzhou just opened his eyes and saw the red band on the back of his head hanging down to the front.

Eyebrows pluck out the sound of the piano, and the heartbeat is whispered on the strings.

Still the same as before.

Yan Zhou watched him from this gap.

No matter how I deny it, An Jing's sweetheart, as long as he takes a look, he still can't let go of the sweetness he snatched from that period of bloody rain.

There seemed to be a movement in his ears, Yanzhou's eyes moved, and he heard a few acquaintances downstairs chatting.

"Hey, there have been a lot of strange things during this time. I heard that you saw water ghosts in the river yesterday?" The eldest brother in coarse linen had just finished setting up his vegetable stall. talk.

The big brother selling trinkets had just greeted a girl, and turned around to answer him: "You don't know?"

"I was too tired yesterday. I fell asleep at night and didn't go to the street. I heard people say it."

"That's such a pity. The Second Young Master Chu came to kill ghosts yesterday. Many people saw it. My mother-in-law really didn't know if it was my wife. Seeing Chu Rong happily for a long time, she was really mad at me."

"It's all like this, Chu Rong is handsome, and he is not married, so it's in high demand." The vegetable seller smiled: "By the way, the water ghost last night was Yang Jingmei, is it real or not?"

"Of course it's true. I've seen it all. Speaking of which, Yang Jingmei didn't find her body when she fell into the water. She actually appeared again last night. It's not who she is!"

"Yes, too evil."

"Is there still a lot of evil things in Yongan?" Someone from the next door interjected and said, "Do you know that Lao Pei, who sells tea in Dongtou, is sick?"

"Yo, why are you sick?"

The man lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "Two tombs were destroyed in Houshan Graveyard two days ago, the coffins were opened, and the corpses inside were gone. Tsk, they are all new coffins, one of which was Ah Shuo five days ago. A child who died young. Lao Pei went down the mountain after watching tea last night, and went to the graveyard in the back mountain in a fascinated way, and ran into the little ghost."

"What? Brat?"

"Hmm! That little devil's eyes were big, his mouth was always open, and he was chewing on the corpse one by one. This scared Lao Pei and ran all the way home. He fell ill as soon as he got home, and he still hasn't recovered."

The vegetable seller looked serious and said, "Really? How do you know?"

The man clapped his hands: "I heard from his mother-in-law that Lao Pei is still lying at home with a high fever. I invited the master to have a look, and he said that he lost his soul after being frightened by a ghost."

"This is too scary, there are little ghosts eating corpses?"

"I said that this morning I heard Zhang Lao Er say that the dog in his family is gone, and there is only a pile of skins left. Is it also eaten?"

"Hey, don't scare me, I also have dogs at home."

"Me too."

A few people chatted fieryly with you and me, and it didn't stop until someone came to buy vegetables and accessories.

Just chew the corpse boy.Thinking about it, Yan Zhou lowered his eyes and raised his eyes to meet Xue Huan's.

He calmly faded away disapprovingly, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth towards him.

"Are you going to the Chu Mansion today?" He asked.

Xue Huan nodded, stretched his waist, and said, "I seem to have heard someone say that there are little ghosts eating corpses."

"Did you hear that?!"

Xue Huan changed his posture again, and said lazily: "Didn't you hear that too."

"I'm by the window, just downstairs."

Yanzhou's body was indifferent and comfortable, the light of the day shone on him, it was quiet and the time was long.

Why does this guy look like Yan Zhou?Xue Huan frowned and blinked, but it was different when he looked carefully.

He covered his eyes with his backhand, catching the figure from between his fingers, and the other person's strange blinking was reflected in miniature in his pupils.

"Master, what are you looking at?"

Nan Xiaohui suddenly appeared beside him, following his line of sight, Xue Huan quickly straightened his head, dissatisfied: "What are you looking at, you are playing hooliganism."

He is serious in his nonsense education, and shamelessly excludes himself completely. For the word gentleman, do not see evil always fails on him, but when it is applied to others, the vigilance can be increased by ten degrees.

"Oh?" Nan Xiaohui was quite puzzled.

Xue Huan coughed with guilt, touched the tip of his nose, changed the subject forcefully, and said, "I have something to tell you, er, er, do you know what kind of brat eats corpses?"

No, what he actually wanted to talk about was pretending to be a doctor and going to the Chu Mansion.

"Little ghosts eat corpses?" Nan Xiaohui searched his knowledge base, and it didn't matter if it was ruled out. Among the remaining demons and ghosts, it seemed that none of them were related to eating corpses, but there were several types of ghosts and ghosts.

"The smell of rotting corpses is strong, if you just eat it—" He paused, "Is there anyone who would like to eat this kind of thing?"

Yanzhou thought, haven't you heard of the Corpse Chewing Boy?idiot.

"I've heard of rotten corpse training. It's too permeable to eat."

"Could it be a tomb tourer?" Junan came to make up the number, and he analyzed logically: "The tomb tourer has been walking in the cemetery for a long time. It's drooling, and it's not impossible to pounce on it and take a few bites when you get excited."

Xue Huan "appreciated": "It makes sense."

Hearing the sarcasm in the words, Jun An smiled: "I was joking."

Xue Huan got up from his seat, walked to the window sill and looked down. The weather outside was sunny and sunny.

"Let's go to the Chu Mansion today."

"What are you doing in the Chu Mansion?"

Xue Huan winked at him and said, "You go to the doctor, I'll go to the doctor."

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On the way, Xue Huan told Nan Xiaohui his thoughts, and asked him to enter the Chu Mansion disguised as a doctor, and Junan asked him for a role, and even recommended himself as an exorcist, saying that this was very suitable for his status.

"Very good." Xue Huan did not veto him.

Yan Zhou suppressed his smile and followed behind. When he reached an umbrella shop, he saw a familiar figure.

It's him.

Yan Zhou walked two steps forward slowly, and turned into an alley.

Xier quietly followed a servant who was in a hurry. He released a little spiritual power and put an invisibility spell on the servant.This invisibility spell can be his eyes and ears, able to spy on Chu Mansion.

He secretly searched for the fragments of the gods without telling Yan Zhou. Two years ago, he felt an abnormal energy similar to the spirit on the fragments Yan Zhou picked up, but only for a moment.After leaving Huanggu, he frequently felt a force fluctuating around him.

As long as you find the fragments of the gods, as long as you find the traces of the gods, it is possible to reopen the Sangchi and let Yan Zhou——

"Xir."

Yan Zhou called him, Xier was stunned, turned around after a while, with a happy face but restrained said: "Jiang, brother."

He almost made a mistake.

"What are you doing here?" A light flashed across Yanzhou's purple eyes, and his tone was a bit harsh.

Xier was a little panicked, and clicked his tongue for a while: "I miss you." He held back his thoughts and explained: "You haven't come home for a long time and I can't see you. I'm a little sad."

"I told you to stay in Huanggu, and when I want to go back, I will naturally go back."

Xier didn't say a word, but clasped his hands awkwardly.

He wanted to look at Yan Zhou, but when his eyes touched a little, he lowered his head in shock.

Yan Zhou walked up to him in a few steps, staring into his eyes, he got very close, so close that Xi Er thought he would take pity on her and caress her face.

He raised his hand involuntarily, but was stopped by Yan Zhou's cold voice.

"Is it hurting again?"

"Ah?" Xier was taken aback for a moment, and immediately a prickly spiritual force approached his mask, "igniting" his eyes, the pupils seemed to be on fire.

He exhaled in unbearable pain, but couldn't move, resisting this brutal treatment.

Fortunately, soon, Yan Zhou withdrew the spiritual method, his face didn't hurt anymore, and his whole body felt very comfortable.

"Go back, or I'll take your skin off." Yan Zhou left this sentence and disappeared.

Xier's face froze, he felt something in his hand for a moment, he looked up and saw it was golden osmanthus amber candy.

The bitterness in my heart dissipated like a puff of smoke, and my heart was full of joy.