After Marrying the Lord of the Underworld

The servants fell in turn.

The rain was heavy, the cold wind was sharp, and the sea was surging wildly, smashing into the bridge over and over again.

There was a haze in front of Lu Yingjiu's eyes, and he tried to focus, but he could only see a blurry outline.He was fighting with his intuition, his physical energy was exhausted, and every time his heart beat, he was exhausted.

The time he could have invited God was very short.

Because of his physique, please God's backlash against him was huge.He turned into a ghost so badly, from the different-colored pupils, to the ghost horns that grew out, and the gradually sharp nails, if he lasted for a while, he would either die of heart failure, or turn into an evil ghost directly.

——Although Lu Yingjiu didn't know which one would be better.

Or maybe he was dead before that, so there was no way to know the answer.

A long knife pierced his abdomen soundlessly.

Bloody, bright red rolled to the ground, diluted by the rain.

He didn't feel any pain, the effect of ghosting was comparable to countless shots of adrenaline, he wouldn't be cold, hurt, or flinch.In fact, as long as the knife is broken and thrown, the wound can heal hundreds of times faster.

But that doesn't change anything.

He will still die here.

The black beast whined and wanted to rub against him, but it had no strength left, it limped, couldn't stand upright, and the blood spread down its body.

It is said that at the moment of death, there will be a revolving lantern in front of people.

The big and small things in life, the little joys and sorrows, all want to run in front of my eyes one after another.

Unexpectedly, Lu Yingjiu did not expect the life of the first 26 years.

He arrived in the snowstorm.

That white, never-ending snowstorm.

He dragged the young man in black to walk in the snow, one foot deep and the other shallow, only the light in his hand was bright yellow.

"..." He shouted silently, "Jing Xian..."

Consciousness sinks into darkness.

……

1528 years.

Hualu Mountain.

When the young man came to the foot of the mountain, the villagers welcomed him into the village almost respectfully.

He was dressed plainly, with strange dark lines in his white clothes, and when the sun fell, the brilliance flowed faintly.The placket was buttoned up neatly, and a thin crimson rope hung from his neck, making his skin as white as snow and as warm as jade.

The village chief's surname is Chai, and people call him Old Chai.

At this moment, he nodded and bowed, smiling until his eyes were wrinkled, and asked, "I don't know how to call it—"

"My surname is Lu." The young man replied.

The sound is also very nice.

"Oh, it's Master Lu, Master Lu." Old Man Chai nodded, "Your side please—"

Lu Yingjiu followed old man Chai to a secluded place in the village.There is an empty bamboo house, which is the place where the exorcist lived, and now it is left to him.

The house was full of dust, presumably the villagers had no time to clean it, so they just changed the bedding hastily.

He put his heavy luggage and made a decision.

The wind rose from the ground and swept across the house, taking away all the dust in the corners and sweeping it out.

Old man Chai was dumbfounded, and praised again and again: "The master is the master! The ability is really high!"

Lu Yingjiu glanced at him and said lightly, "Take me to see, where is that corpse?"

So, old man Chai took him to the south of the village again.

In the south of the village are a few dilapidated thatched houses with air leaks from all sides, as if no one has lived in them for a long time.

Before approaching, Lu Yingjiu smelled an extremely terrible stench.

It's midsummer, and that's the smell of stinky meat... and it smells like it's been left for many days.

Old man Chai retched, and led him to a thatched hut, covered his mouth and nose: "Master, how about, why don't I wait for you outside?"

Lu Yingjiu nodded slightly, and entered the house without changing his face.

Countless flies were flying and buzzing.There was a corpse in the corner, the chest was cut open, revealing dark red and green flesh intertwined.

The deceased was a man of prime age.

His eyes scanned the room.

The man died miserably, but the house was unexpectedly clean—accurately speaking, there were not many things, and it could be called a barren house.Half of the pot was rotten, and the bowl was broken, but the pots and pans were neatly arranged.

No trace of struggle could be seen.

This man has a strong body, with obvious muscle lines in his arms and thighs.And he was killed without any resistance.

Lu Yingjiu knelt down and carefully examined the wound of the deceased.

It was torn apart by a knife... no, no, it was directly torn by sharp claws.In addition to fatal injuries, his torso and limbs had horrific cuts and bruises.

According to old man Chai, the man had been dead for five or six days. After such a long time, Lu Yingjiu could still feel the dark energy from the wound.

Sure enough, as the villagers thought, it was ghosts.

He squeezed a piece of talisman paper.

The second half of the talisman paper burned, and Yoyo turned around in the air, looking for traces of Yin Qi.

But it, like a blind fly in the house, just circles around in place.

——The ghost is very cautious and knows how to hide its whereabouts after killing people.

Lu Yingjiu inspected the house again and went out.

Old man Chai hid far away, and when he saw him coming out, he hurriedly scratched his neck and asked, "How is it?!"

Lu Yingjiu shook his head lightly: "It's indeed a ghost, but after many days, it can't be tracked down."

"Ah!" Old man Chai's face changed, "Then, what should we do?" He was trembling, his whole voice was trembling, "What if it comes to kill again? Should we put some talisman paper on the door?" Come on? Are firecrackers useful?"

"I'll give you some talisman paper." Lu Yingjiu said.

He asked again: "This deceased person, did he have any feuds in his daily life?"

Old man Chai slapped his thigh: "Oh, I just wanted to mention this to you! His name is Duan Kang, and he is a well-known scoundrel in the village. Too much beating."

"Oh?" Lu Yingjiu raised his eyebrows with interest, "Can you explain in more detail?"

Although he didn't know why the master asked this question, old man Chai was so frightened that he poured out everything like soybeans.

He said: "Duan Kang almost offended the whole village, and he didn't have much money, so he could only live in these shabby houses - I read it to him for his father's sake. He was too poor before. , went out of the village and snatched the traveler's silver taels, but was beaten half to death, and I advanced the money for him."

After speaking, he sighed deeply.

Lu Yingjiu was thoughtful, and then said: "Has he done anything else? For example, digging other people's ancestral graves, or taking the relics of the dead, or murdering for money."

Old Man Chai was taken aback: "You, you guessed that he was killed by the grieving ghost?"

"It's just a way of thinking." Lu Yingjiu said.

Old man Chai frowned.

After a while, he said: "Speaking of this, there is really such a thing..."

He cleared his throat: "Of course, there is no certainty about this matter. To put it simply, there is an old lady surnamed Liu who lives in the west of our village. When she was young, her family ran a business and saved a lot of silver. One person made it here."

"Although she doesn't have much money, she has a lot of gold and silver jewelry, such as bracelets, hairpins and other jewelry. The old lady is old and dim-sighted, and she often keeps her things outside. Everyone in the village knows her family heirlooms."

"later……"

Old Han Chai paused for a moment, with some hesitation on his face, but he continued: "Later, Mr. Duan Kang went to her house, and someone heard the two of them arguing."

"The old lady lived alone, and no one took care of her. On that night, someone vaguely heard her arguing with others. As a result, she died the next day with a fist in her chest. Kitchen knives. The door was wide open, and all the silver and jewelry disappeared."

"It's clearly murder for money."

"Everyone in the village suspects Duan Kang, but there is no evidence, and we don't want to talk nonsense. You mentioned this matter today, so I just wanted to talk to you."

Lu Yingjiu asked, "When did Mrs. Liu die?"

"July [-]." Old man Chai replied.

In other words, it was seven days ago.

The time is not too long.

Lu Yingjiu returned to the thatched hut, took out the paper, and folded it to look like a villain.

The little paper man got his order and landed lightly on the ground, looking left and right, rummaging around.

Finally, they lifted the upside-down pot at the farthest corner.

A brown-black sack is underneath.

Lu Yingjiu lifted it up, it was heavy, and when it was opened, it was full of gorgeous jewelry.

He went out with the bag and put it in front of old man Chai: "It was indeed him who killed it."

Old Man Chai stared in shock, then murmured: "That's no wonder, that's no wonder..."

After a long while, he asked, "So the ghost who took revenge on him was Mrs. Liu?"

"It's hard to say." Lu Yingjiu said, "Generally speaking, old people don't have much resentment when they die. Males die without resistance."

"Then what do you mean..." Old Man Chai was cautious.

"I'll stay for one night first, then we'll talk." Lu Yingjiu replied.

So he burned Duan Kang's body and went back to the bamboo house.

At night, candles were lit and the flames flickered.

He took out a heavy file from his luggage, spread it on the table, and read it by candlelight.

The corpse is intact, the ghost does not eat rot; the ghost knows how to erase his whereabouts, the ghost is very cautious; Duan Kang has many scars on his body, but the fatal wound on his chest is clean and neat, that is to say, the ghost has powerful Power kills the living, but hangs them deliberately, tortures them, and finally kills them directly when they get tired of playing...

He picked up a pen and carefully wrote a few lines of text.

devil.

A standard evil spirit might be extremely difficult to deal with.

The wolf hair brush hovered in the air, and he frowned slightly.

Until a drop of ink falls and bleeds on the paper.

He wrote again: "Kill it."

The writing is sharp, like a cold trial.

"Whoosh-"

A violent mountain wind blew past, making the sea of ​​trees rustle, and blew out the candlelight in an instant.

The room was pitch black, only a stream of pure white moonlight fell on his white clothes.

Lu Yingjiu sat silently in the darkness, looking at the dark forest.

In July and a half, the gate of hell opens.

Hundreds of ghosts were restless, and he wanted to bring out the ghosts at that time.

He stayed like this for a few days in the village.

The villagers didn't dare to neglect him, so they killed a chicken the next day, added mountain mushrooms, and stewed it into a pot of fragrant golden chicken soup.

After Lu Ying drank some wine, he asked old man Chai to take it back and distribute it to the villagers, and said, "There is no need to do these things in the future. Since I am here, I will definitely do my best."

This village is poor, and he sees it all.

Old man Chai agreed, and sure enough, he took the chicken soup back and shared it with the crowd.

Afterwards, while waiting for the Ghost Festival, Lu Yingjiu helped the village: such as sticking amulets on the windows and gates, or using paper figurines to help families find things they couldn't find.

All of a sudden, the villagers praised him very much.

In addition, he was born handsome, with picturesque features, and people with daughters are still asking if he has a wife and concubine.

Lu Yingjiu always smiled lightly, noncommittal.

After doing this several times, everyone just thought that he had no interest in marriage, and they stopped bothering him.

After all, he is a master, so it is normal for him to escape from the world, and his concern for the secular world may be different from that of ordinary people.

I don't know if it was Lu Yingjiu's safety talisman that worked, or the ghost had left long ago. Until July and a half, the village was peaceful.

July [-]th, child time.

Lu Yingjiu planned to stay up all night, sitting by the window, holding a file to read.

The flames kept dancing in the wind.

After a certain breath, it goes out.

The dark wind fell from the mountain, lifting Lu Yingjiu's clothes.

Without changing his complexion, he flicked the talisman paper, lit an oil lamp again, and went out unhurriedly towards the mountain.

The back mountain is full of vines and weeds, making it difficult to walk, but he walked around the vines lightly, and the weeds never swayed wherever he passed.

Swifter than Feiyan, quieter than Linglu.The bright and bright moon set, and the shadows of eyelashes like small fans fell on his face, which also set off his white clothes, and the dark lines on his body flickered like sea tides.

Every breath is the circulation of spells.

Pleasant to the eye.

——The village invited him from a long distance after hearing his name.

A few days ago, two or three idiot exorcists also came.They couldn't find any clues, and they were terrified, and they all left within a few days.

Only Lu Yingjiu...

Just watching, no need to say much, everyone knows that he should not be underestimated.

He walked like this among the turbulent mountains.

The ghost hand stretched out from the dense vegetation and grabbed his ankle, but when it touched the oil lamp, it made a "sizzling" sound, and was directly burned into a cloud of black mist, which dissipated in the air.

I don't know how long he walked, when the bright moon was directly above him, he turned his head——

An imperceptible ray of Yin Qi passed behind.

It was so faint it almost melted into the night wind.

Naihe met Lu Yingjiu.

Lu Yingjiu followed that direction.

Passing through the trees, the messy long grass and thorns, and bypassing a piercing stream, the yin is getting stronger.

Sure enough, as he had guessed, in Zhongyuan, even the most cautious ghosts would show their tracks.

He didn't show his face, and his slender fingers lightly clamped the talisman paper.

Ghosts who have killed people are dangerous.

As planned before, he wanted to kill it.

The cloudiness became more and more intense.

A shadow fell on him as he walked past an old tree.

Lu Yingjiu looked up.

I saw a bull-headed demon with a height of three people, with red eyes, throwing an ax at a boy!

The boy was covered in blood, leaning against the root of the tree, seemingly unable to move at all.

Before it was too late, the talisman burst into light in Lu Yingjiu's hands!

The flames soared into the sky and rushed towards the bull-headed evil spirit.

The flames wrapped around the ax first, and the metal was instantly burned red, and then they circled upwards, circling the evil spirit's arms all the way to the torso.

The stench of burnt flesh came, and the bull-headed ghost let out a scream!

It swung the ax and wanted to chop Lu Yingjiu in half.

The sharp weapon mixed with the wind will fall on the head.

Lu Yingjiu's complexion did not change.

He didn't even move his position, just watched the evil spirit quietly.

The bull-headed evil spirit saw his distorted face in his calm eyes.

— and saw flames burst from its eyes.

At some point, the fire penetrated into its body.The heat billowed and tore it to shreds as it exploded.

The ax fell to the ground with a clang.

The mountain wind blows away, taking away the burnt smell, and everything returns to calm.

Lu Yingjiu was spotless and walked towards the boy slowly.

But the boy didn't raise his head, stood up staggeringly, and limped into his arms——

Hugged him firmly.

His hands were still shaking.

Lu Yingjiu reached out and wiped the blood on his face carefully.

You can't see the front face, but you can tell that he is a very handsome boy just by looking at the profile.

The eyebrows are cut like a knife, full of heroic spirit.

The lips are tightly pursed, the jawbone lines are clear and strong, there is youthful youthfulness, but also the unique charm of mature men.It must be something that girls will fall in love with when they grow up.

But he is very light.

Light to no weight in general.

Obviously not much shorter than Lu Yingjiu, but Lu Yingjiu can easily hug him.

The boy kept his head buried in his arms.

Lu Yingjiu led him, walked a few steps forward, and walked around a forest.

After that, the eyes suddenly opened up.

It was a clearing in the forest, and there used to be a stream running through it, which was crystal clear.

However, at this time, the stream was already red, and the smell of blood was surging.

The mountain-like ghost corpses are piled up, reflecting the moonlight, like purgatory.

The ghosts died with nothing to rest in their eyes, or their hearts were gutted out or their heads were shot. All kinds of deaths were horrific, and the wounds all revealed the cruelty, ferocity and ferocity of the attackers.

The boy still buried his head and trembled slightly, as if he didn't dare to look directly at the scene.

Lu Yingjiu silently looked at the mountain of corpses.

After a long time, he said to the boy: "The acting skills are good, but I know you did it all."

The boy had a meal.

He stopped trembling, his whole body tensed up for a moment, and then slowly relaxed.

Lu Yingjiu said, "You are the ghost."

The boy said nothing.

Lu Yingjiu sighed softly.

When the boy rushed towards him, he saw through his identity and was always on guard.

but……

Obviously he came here determined to kill, it should have been long ago to take action against the boy.But now, the other party was still curled up in his arms with a trusting posture, which actually made him hesitate.

——No matter from the matter of Duan Kang or the sea of ​​corpses and blood in front of him, the young man is extremely terrifying.

There is a monster hidden under this good skin, with a murderous heart.

Lu Yingjiu has seen many ghosts who are good at disguising.

It is said that the country is easy to change and the nature is hard to change. It is impossible for such a ghost to be educated and reversed.He didn't believe that the boy could change his mind in just a few seconds, suddenly be kind, and restrain his killing intent.

The youth's weakness and dependence are all illusions.

It was a disguise to paralyze him and launch an attack when he was not looking.If he really let down his vigilance, he might not be mocked by ghosts after death.

The so-called ambition is hard to stop, but the ghost will not change.

What's more, the ghost world is the destination of ghosts.

While thinking about it, Lu Yingjiu made up his mind and prepared to take out the talisman paper.

He looked down at the boy.

Unexpectedly, the boy just raised his head and looked at him.

A pair of pitch-black eyes were like an abyss, which should have been cold, but there seemed to be an undercurrent surging at this moment.

Lu Yingjiu thought that he had murderous intentions and was about to explode.

However, the young man stared at Lu Yingjiu for a few breaths, then suddenly lowered his head, and buried it deeply in his arms.

Even so, he still hugged Lu Yingjiu tightly and did not let go.

The ears turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It's still bloody red!It seems to be shy and excited at the same time!

Lu Yingjiu:?

Lu Yingjiu:? ? ?

Wasn't it a disguise? !