After being stabbed to death by my junior brother

As soon as Shen Qiuting stepped on the threshold with his last foot, the door behind him was closed heavily.

As soon as the door was closed, the light in the wooden building quickly dimmed. Shen Qiuting's eyes were not used to it, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand to help it to the side, but touched something warm.

It was Bai Guanchen's hand.

Shen Qiuting was stunned for a moment, but Bai Guanchen had already retracted his hand.

Shen Qiuting stood up straight indifferently, touched the edge of the altar, and lit the candles on both sides.

The quality of this candle looks good, and the light is bright, illuminating the entire ancestral hall brightly.

There was a smell of cheap incense sticks in the air, which was so offensive that it almost made Shen Qiuting faint.

Bai Guanchen's gaze fell on a black lacquered tablet, and he suddenly said, "Are you familiar with the name on it?"

Shen Qiuting was thinking about whether he could put out the incense in the stove, when he heard Bai Guanchen's question, he looked over and frowned: "This is... Zhao Gang?"

The idler surnamed Zhao they met today was precisely Zhao Gang.

Shen Qiuting walked down the middle, and almost all the names on the tablet were townspeople in the town. Near the end, he saw Zhou Xiaoyun's name.

He was a little puzzled: "The townspeople in this town don't seem to know that they are dead, so why would they place their tablets in the ancestral hall?"

Bai Guanchen took out a dagger, and neatly cut off a corner of the tablet in hand.

As soon as the wood inside was exposed, Shen Qiuting frowned: "Peach wood?"

There are many kinds of wood that can be used to make tablets, including pine and cypress, but peach is taboo.

Peach wood is used to suppress ghosts, and peach wood is used to make spiritual tablets. The soul is trapped in the tablet and cannot be separated. After a long time, it is easy to nourish evil spirits.

With a cold expression, Bai Guanchen slashed at the wall again, and said, "Not only."

After the wood on the wall was cut open, the section was glowing with a strange black-red color. When one smelled it closely, the smell of blood was pungent.

The wood used in this whole house is probably soaked in blood.

Suddenly there was a faint sound of footsteps on the stairs leading to the second floor.

Bai Guanchen stuffed the dagger into Shen Qiuting's hand, turned around and faced the figure on the stairs, and said, "Miss Zhou led us here, why?"

Zhou Xiaoyun was still dressed in a pink dress, half of her pale face was hidden in the shadows, the corners of her bright red lips curled up, and her voice was distorted, "Since you're here, please sit down, I'll pour you tea."

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned and walked upstairs.

"Wait." Shen Qiuting suddenly stopped her.

Zhou Xiaoyun turned her head and looked at him indifferently.

Shen Qiuting took out the bell obtained in the illusion and threw it over, saying: "Miss Zhou, your bracelet fell off."

Zhou Xiaoyun subconsciously reached out and took it.

Shen Qiuting didn't look at it carefully when he got it, but now he can see it clearly under the light.The bell looked old, with rust on the surface, and most of the red rope threading the bell was loose, as if it had been picked up from somewhere.

He smiled: "Return the property to the original owner, Miss Zhou will leave without giving it away."

Zhou Xiaoyun held the bell, looked at him calmly for a while, and went upstairs without saying a word.

Shen Qiuting picked up a futon casually and really sat down.

Bai Guanchen asked: "The bell... really belongs to her?"

Shen Qiuting yawned, and said lazily: "I saw that she wore similar ones, but as for whether it's hers, it doesn't matter if I guess."

Bai Guanchen was silent for a while, then found a clean futon and sat down.

Shen Qiuting wondered: "With the strength of the immortal master, if you think this door can't trap you, why doesn't the immortal master leave?"

Bai Guanchen closed his eyes and began to activate the spiritual power in his body, saying: "This ghost cultivator has no malicious intentions."

He is here to investigate, so naturally he wants to get as much information as possible.

Shen Qiuting nodded: "This girl has been pretending to scare me since I entered the town, but she doesn't want my life. I just don't know what her appeal is."

Foreigners who are new to this town are easily confused by the peaceful appearance of the town. Zhou Xiaoyun turns her head and loses her eyes, but it can make people vigilant.

The two of them sat together until dusk.

Bai Guanchen was too bored, and there was nothing else to relieve the boredom in the ancestral hall. Shen Qiuting didn't wait for a change for a long time, and couldn't help but fell asleep.

After Shen Qiuting fell asleep, there was a moment of silence in the ancestral hall.

Bai Guanchen stopped practicing, and suddenly looked up at the portrait hanging in the middle of the ancestral hall.

Some fragments flashed through his mind vaguely, and he thought about it carefully, but he couldn't think of anything.

When I came back to my senses, I only felt that my heart was very empty.

He hesitantly stretched out his hand to cover his heart, and frowned.

The two candles were almost burnt to the end, the flames weakened and shone through the body of Jianxiu in white, casting a swaying silhouette on the wall.

Shen Qiuting is dreaming.

It was when he was still in Lingyun Pavilion before he became a demon in his previous life.

They didn't pay too much attention from top to bottom. At that time, the house Shen Qiuting lived in was just cut down two trees randomly on the mountain and erected.Fortunately, it was spacious enough, and it was not too cramped after a junior was stuffed in.

In late autumn when the dew was heavy, Shen Qiuting got up from the bed, opened the door sleepily, and saw Bai Guanchen practicing sword in the yard.

His junior brother has always been much more diligent than him, almost every day when Shen Qiuting wakes up, he can see his junior practicing sword in the yard, and it has almost become a habit after a long time.

But on this day, Shen Qiuting stood there watching for a while, and suddenly felt a little cold.

He has already reached the golden core, logically speaking, the cold and heat will not invade him long ago.

He froze in place for a while before he remembered, oh, he can no longer practice.

After the beast tide in the Northern Territory, his bones were broken, and he couldn't even hold a sword, let alone practice.

Bai Guanchen didn't know when he had stopped practicing his sword and was watching him quietly.

The two looked at each other for a while, Shen Qiuting leaned on the door frame, smiled nonchalantly: "Junior brother, I'm a little cold, let's go in first."

Bai Guanchen stepped forward and put a piece of clothing on him without saying a word.

The clear pine wood fragrance enveloped his body, Shen Qiuting was stunned for a moment, but saw that Bai Guanchen had already turned and left.

……

Shen Qiuting actually didn't quite understand what this dream meant.

Let him recall the most tragic years in his previous life where there was no face-to-face?

It's better not to use it, it's not a memorable scene.

Half-dream and half-awake, the clear pine aroma seemed to be getting stronger and stronger.

Shen Qiuting felt something was wrong, subconsciously opened his eyes.

Sleeping in such a ghostly place is really not a good choice. When Shen Qiuting woke up, his back was sore, as if he had been beaten up.

Following his movement, a white robe fell to the ground.

It was Bai Guanchen's robe.

The aroma of pine wood that he had just smelled in his dream came from above.

Shen Qiuting picked up the robe on the ground and was stunned for a moment.

Bai Guanchen glanced at him and said, "There's no need to pay it back."

When Shen Qiuting heard this refusal words, the slightest touch in his heart disappeared in an instant, and he asked: "What time is it now?"

Bai Guanchen said: "The end of the unitary hour."

The two wooden doors still had no intention of opening, and the windows were tightly closed. It could only be judged from the gap between the doors and windows that the sky outside should be completely dark.

The flames of the two burnt candles faltered for a while, and finally died completely.

The ancestral hall was once again plunged into thick darkness.

Bai Guanchen picked up the spirit sword, his eyes fell on the door, and he moved slightly: "Something is coming."

"Bang, bang, bang—"

The sound of the clapper hitting seemed to ring in my ears, followed by a "rustling" sound of something moving.

Shen Qiuting heard the same movement as last night, and said, "It's the night walk of ghosts outside."

He roughly described what happened last night.

It's just... Today, the target of the corpses is no longer the river, but the ancestral hall.

The sound of walking was slowly approaching, but within a quarter of an hour, something outside stopped at the door.Immediately afterwards, after a rustling movement, it seemed that something was lying on the crack of the door.

In the thick darkness, there seemed to be countless pairs of eyes peering into the ancestral hall.

There were small whispers coming from outside, but the specific content of the words could not be heard clearly.

Bai Guanchen took out a night pearl from the Qiankun bag, and the bright light instantly dispelled the pervasive darkness.

The thing at the door seemed to be disturbed by the light, the movement outside was chaotic for a while, and suddenly there was a bang.

A gloomy voice sounded close to the door: "The weather is dry, be careful...fire candles."

Shen Qiuting was overjoyed, relying on someone who could beat him, she squatted down against the crack of the door with the Ye Mingzhu in her hands, and teased the things outside: "Look carefully, this in my hand is a candle?"

Through the narrow gap, you can vaguely see many corpses outside leaning against the crack of the door and stretching their necks to look in. The one in the middle holding a clapper is the skeleton that has been beaten since last night.

As soon as the luminous pearl's light approached, all the corpses scattered in panic, and even dropped a few bones on the ground in the panic.

After teasing the people outside, Shen Qiuting turned around and looked in the direction of the stairs, and smiled slightly: "Hey, Miss Zhou, is your pot of tea finally brewed?"

On the dark stairs stood a figure in a pink dress, it was Zhou Xiaoyun who had disappeared for a day.