Inscription of Different Cases

"who are you?"

Han Lang woke up from his lethargy, and felt a voice piercing his scalp, buzzing in his head.

Who is so annoying.he thought subconsciously.

"I'm not annoying. Who are you?"

This voice, neither yin nor yang, neither male nor female, seemed to be one person, and it seemed that countless people were speaking at the same time.The sound seemed to be conscious, it penetrated into Han Lang's scalp, and lingered into his ears, it seemed to be solid, but also like a wisp of smoke.

But it just lingers.

"Don't bother me." Han Lang murmured.

There was a vibration from the ground, as if someone was approaching.Han Lang's consciousness was hazy, since he was thrown into that pitch-black dark room, just like when he entered the wine vat of Yunhai Villa, he lost consciousness in a trance.He didn't know where he was, and he didn't know what to do next. He was in a daze, not knowing where he was going.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

The voice came again, flickering, elusive.Han Lang is like a person who just woke up, his consciousness is drifting and he just refuses to return to the original place.He managed to force himself to open his eyes, but the darkness in front of him was still dim, and there was a glimmer of light somewhere, vaguely like a will-o'-the-wisp.

There are feet in front of you,

Is it the owner of that voice?

Through the dim light, he saw that these feet were wearing a pair of expensive leather boots.Look up again... there is no more.Han Lang was startled, and his chaotic mind instantly woke up.Yes, no more, only a pair of lonely feet in front of him.

He suddenly sat up in shock, feeling the cold wind blowing against his face, making him shiver, as if he had fallen into a frozen lake in the twelfth lunar month.Taking a closer look, the so-called blurred light is basically emanating from the top of these feet from the inside out.The fracture on the top was neat and smooth, as if it had been severed quickly, without even blood.

"you're awake?"

That faint voice sounded again, Han Lang couldn't judge the direction of the voice, the other party seemed to be everywhere, tightly surrounding him.He didn't dare to speak, put his hands on the ground, and retreated one after another.Until my back hit a wall, I stretched out my hand to grope, and hit another wall.

The house is small and narrow, and there is no way out.It seemed that there was only one battle left, but when he secretly used his strength, he felt a strange sense of separation.It was as if there was a huge funnel in front of him, sucking all his strength away. If he continued to use his strength, he would only feel the emptiness of his tendons and faint pain in his internal organs, declaring that his body was exhausted.

"Don't bother, you can't beat me."

The voice sounded again, the feet were still there, and now a hand floated out of nowhere in front of Han Lang.It was a man's right hand, so pale that there was no trace of blood.The incision was still obvious, and the top was covered with a thin layer of flesh without blood. The whole hand looked like it was carved from white porcelain, with no blood vessels visible.

"who are you?"

Han Lang finally spoke, but just as he finished speaking, the other party seemed to be smiling.The laughter was like a gust of cold wind blowing over Han Lang's head. The ghostly voice said: "I asked you first, but you asked me again. It's interesting, it's really interesting."

Han Lang didn't understand what was so interesting about this. At this moment, the dim light in front of him was even better, it was already equivalent to a lantern, but it was a pity that it was a blue-gray cold light.This time, the parts other than the limbs emerged in the darkness, a torso like a human pig, wearing the same luxurious robe, pale complexion, gray hair, and a good face. If the hair covering the face is lifted up, it may be Still a rather masculine face.

"I am Qinglian."

This bitch's name... Is he the ghost controler that Shen Minggui mentioned?The so-called Patriarch of the Han family is unique and has never seen anyone. Now he is planning to eat his own ghost control?

"Bitch?" The other party actually spoke out what Han Lang was thinking, "No, I'm a male ghost."

Han Lang didn't know what expression to make, he suddenly felt that this Qinglian might be the same as Shen Minggui, nagging, and he couldn't use common sense to speculate.He didn't know what to do now, since Qinglian didn't want to eat him, could he chat with him and delay?

But seeing the fragmented limbs and torso in front of him, he still felt his scalp numb, and his back felt a chill: "Why do you want to show people like this?"

"You know... hell like a green lotus?" the ghost said slowly.

Han Lang's teeth chattered from the cold breath on his body, and he nodded.

"In this prison, all living beings and the ice ground have become one body, and the body deformed and split into five petals and six petals ranging from five petals to six petals. The color is blue and no longer human, just like a green lotus in a pond."

Han Lang swallowed his saliva with difficulty. He knew that the Cracked Qinglian Hell was a layer of the Eight Cold Hells, and all of them were evil spirits who committed crimes in the world and committed heinous crimes.He looked at the floating limbs in front of him again, and couldn't help but worry about his fate.

I don't know how this ghost will deal with him?

Qinglian was still fluttering, maintaining a torn appearance, several times his broken arm almost touched Han Lang, but retracted it again.Han Lang felt the other party's breath sticking to the top of his head, and an unpleasant smell came to his face, as if a thousand years of decay had been buried underground.If Han Lang hadn't been a person who has seen strong winds and waves and often dealt with evil spirits, he would have been scared out of his wits in this terrifying scene.

Han Lang could still manage to calm down, and spoke to him: "What are you going to do?"

Qinglian didn't answer, his torso and limbs fell to the ground slowly, leaving only one head floating in front of Han Lang.

"Are you a ghost in Qinglian Hell?"

Only then did Qinglian laugh, his laugh sounded like he was digging the wall with his nails, making his teeth sore.

"No, I am Qinglian Hell... itself."

This time it was Han Lang's turn to be silent.After a while, the ghost's head dropped down, and it stopped in the middle of the scattered limbs, still looking meaningfully at Han Lang.The surrounding wind was blowing, and the icy chill continued to hit.I don't know if the blood of the falcon bird played a role. Han Lang seemed to feel that the yin around him was not as unbearable as before, unlike in the yin formation created by Huolingyue, although it was cold at the moment, he could barely adapt.

He had to think again of the painful fact that he was no longer human.

Qinglian seemed to be observing his reaction, showing an interesting expression.He leaned his head on his back and raised his chin: "Are you the grandson of the old man?"

If you ignore his scattered limbs, this appearance looks like a normal person.Han Lang slandered.But he forgot that this ghost can perceive people's hearts, and sure enough, Qinglian's smile deepened, making one's hair stand on end.

"He also had the same reaction when he saw me for the first time. No, he is more interesting than you."

Han Lang carefully considered his words: "He...meaning Mr. Han?"

"No."

But Qinglian didn't say who it was, so Han Lang had no choice but to shut up knowingly, not daring to ask any more.

"You haven't answered my question yet." After a while, Qinglian said again.

Han Lang showed a wry smile: "You can say yes, or you can say no."

Qinglian tilted her head in a familiar way: "You are sensible."

Knowing that nothing could be hidden from him, Han Lang sighed.At this time, Qinglian said again quietly: "On the day you died, the ghost messenger who searched for your soul was my subordinate. He captured your soul, and as soon as you reached the gate of hell, your soul was pulled away by a huge force. But I didn't expect that, The body of that soul is actually a descendant of the Han family."

Han Lang didn't say anything, not knowing what to say.

"This coincidence is very interesting, and I haven't encountered such an interesting thing in hundreds of years," he said, smacking his lips as if savoring, revealing a dark blue tongue, "The old man came to beg me to lift their curse, This is really troublesome, and it will cost a few percent of cultivation. But seeing his pitiful appearance, I agreed. You know, this person has never taken me seriously, but it is a pity that he is bound by contract, otherwise, I would have eaten sooner. It's his ignorant thing."

This ghost doesn't know if it's because he's been lonely for too long. Once the chatterbox started, he caught up with Shen Minggui: "I can't help it, I can't eat him, so I asked him to bring a Han family to satisfy my greed, but he threw you in. But, You are not a Han family, but a monster, what should I do?"

When Han Lang heard this, he suddenly felt that things might turn around, so he hurriedly said, "If that's the case, why don't you change the conditions?"

"I really shouldn't eat you. Monsters are old and immortal things. Meat firewood is not as fresh as ordinary people, and it doesn't taste like the Han family..." Qinglian seemed to be in trouble, her disorganized limbs floated up again, her head Buried under the belly, and closed the eyes, "Alright, don't eat if you don't want to eat, but I definitely don't care about the curse."

After speaking, his body shook and disappeared suddenly.Han Lang didn't know where he went, and the surroundings returned to the bottomless darkness again, it was quiet, and there was nothing left.

I don't know how long it has passed, and I don't know the passage of time in the darkness. There are thick walls all around, and the chain eyes can't touch it.Han Lang sat cross-legged, murmured the Qingxin mantra silently, to calm his mind.How long will it be delayed... He thought distressedly, wondering if Shen Minggui had done anything, and he had been imprisoned for so long, why hadn't he gotten the contract and rescued himself.

Qinglian didn't leave, and now he sensed what Han Lang was thinking, a bloodless face looming in the gloomy wind and mist: "You want to count on him?"

Han Lang also felt helpless, indeed, counting on Shen Ming to return?Who knows how many truths he has said, and whether he really wants to save himself. "That's right." With that said, he stood up and continued to search along the wall.Rather than relying on others, it is better to find a way by yourself.

Qinglian kept looking at him. Although he had a dead face, occasionally he would show an expression close to a living person.For example, at this moment, Han Lang felt that he was lost in memory, and after a while, he heard him say: "That boy, the first time he saw me, he wanted to take me as his own."

"Who, is Shen Ming coming back?"

Qinglian had a half-smile that wasn't a smile: "You brat, you're really greedy, like a snake."

Han Lang was speechless.Suddenly, a blue light floated in front of him, and Qinglian floated over and stopped beside Han Lang: "Do you want to go out?"

Han Lang nodded: "Can you let me out?"

"No."

Han Lang thought he was in the way, and said again: "Then can you go out?"

"No."

Han Lang secretly rolled his eyes: Why is this ghost so annoying.

Qinglian laughed again, laughing so hard that Han Lang's skin got goosebumps. "Without the Patriarch's order, I can't go anywhere in the yang world. But I can return to the underworld freely. Do you want to enjoy the wonders of Qinglian Hell with me?"

"No need."

He looked wary, Qinglian smiled, and the scattered limbs gradually returned, forming a human form.Han Lang glanced at him angrily, and continued to study the way out.It's a pity that this room is so tightly sealed that he doubts that this is a secret room that can only be opened from the outside.

Qinglian wasn't in a hurry, she regained her human form, and sat with her legs crossed against the wall, her face as if she had nothing to do with herself.Han Lang was so angry that he couldn't help but think that if he wanted to go out, he might have to find this ghost.

He decided to start with clichés.

"You can't get out, so why did you meet Shen Minggui?"

"Of course he came in to see me."

Han Lang's eyes lit up: "Could it be that there is another entrance to this room?"

Qinglian seemed to have seen what he was thinking, and immediately smiled narrowly: "Shen Minggui is a celestial master, he has been able to master spells since he was a child, and when he was ten years old, his mana power surpassed most of the disciples of Huangshanliu. After entering here, he became interested in me the first time he saw me, and I felt that this ambitious kid might already be playing the position of Patriarch."

"That is to say, the technique of changing shape and changing shadow can enter?"

"It depends on the ability of the caster. Do you know it?"

Han Lang's face darkened instantly.He won't, he's not a genius like Shen Minggui, and he only started learning spells in the past few months, so how could it be possible to accomplish it overnight?

He suddenly remembered that since Shen Minggui was so powerful, wouldn't he be able to sneak into the Han family to look for He Yijiu long ago.Well, this kid really didn't confess to himself, how much more did he plan?When you think about it, it's really chilling.

"Do you not mind if he usurps the position of Patriarch?" Han Lang said angrily.

"Why do you mind?" Qinglian said leisurely, "The lifespan of a mortal is only a few years, and the change of the head of this family is just a blink of an eye to me. It's a pity that the past dramas are really boring, but this time the surname Shen appeared. It makes me look forward to it."

Han Lang was helpless.Indeed, in Qinglian's view, it must be quite ridiculous for mortals to be bound by the desire for power and pursue fame and fortune. "Why did you become the ghost master of the Han family?" He couldn't help but wonder.

Qinglian was startled, as if she didn't know how to answer.It's rare for Han Lang to see this ghost show such an expression. He looked up at the dark ceiling, and after a long time, he sighed faintly: "Because, the first head of the Han family was married to that Shen family. Just as fun."

One person and one ghost fell silent for a long time.At this moment, Qinglian's body gradually disappeared, only his words remained in her ears: "Tomorrow, it's time to come."

"tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow is the fifteenth day, the agreed day. I won't touch you, let Master Han weigh himself."

After all, his voice also disappeared, and the surroundings completely restored the dead silence that can be heard when a needle is dropped.