After the death of the master, the rebels treated me in the crematorium [Transmigration Book]

A Xi sat cross-legged, leaning against Zhou Yunyi, roughly explaining their experience.

Gong Wuyou let go of his guard, frowned and asked:

"Do you know how to get back?"

Zhou Yunyi smiled wryly: "It's hard to save your life. If you know how to go back, you should leave early. Why wait here to die."

Seeing their loss, he hurriedly comforted them:

"But I have heard that if you can find something called 'Flower Butterfly Soil', you can open the gate of Ning'an Temple and go out in an instant."

"Flower butterfly soil?"

"It is said that possessing this item can activate the teleportation array in Ning'an Temple."

Gong Wuyou pursed her lips in displeasure: "I'm afraid it's just a legend, how can it be taken seriously?"

Zhou Yunyi scratched the back of his head and explained: "I see you are too disappointed, the rumor is not groundless, maybe it is true."

Fang Xingjian did not join the conversation, but stood in front of the window with arms folded, observing Yin Ling's movements.

Zhou Yunyi suddenly appeared beside him, and explained with a natural expression:

"Those things out there, as soon as the sun goes down, they go crazy."

The setting sun was faintly seen outside.

Fang Xingjian ignored Zhou Yunyi and only turned his head to look out the window.

Although I don't understand what this person wants to do now, I am definitely not at ease.

Zhou Yunyi, who was treated coldly, was not discouraged, and quickly became friends with the other two, and enthusiastically found a hiding place for them.

Qian reminded Wan to hide his breath and figure, and not poke his head out no matter what he heard.

Axi and Gong Wuyou nodded their heads like they were talking about each other, although they had only known each other for a while, they already firmly believed in his words.

"Fang Xingjian, come here quickly, you won't keep anything outside!"

The ghosts outside were about to move, and they, who were supposed to continue spinning, stayed outside the window at this moment.

Just in response to Zhou Yunyi's words, as if waiting for the sunset.

There are many dark and dim shadows reflected on the thin paper window, and they will break out of the window in the next moment.

Fang Xingjian remained motionless.

Zhou Yunyi's smile couldn't hold back, he pointed at the only sunlight left outside, his voice became louder, even a little anxious:

"What are you waiting for? Do you really want to die?"

Axi and Gong Wuyou tried to persuade, but their bodies were already hiding in the dark, their movements were stiff.

They stretched out their right hands, and moved their four fingers together softly, like a young lady who does not leave her boudoir, fanning lightly to cool off the heat.

"Come in and hide, Brother Fang."

"Otherwise you will really die!"

Holding the long sword in his arms, Fang Xingjian stood there with a half-smile, as if he was ready for a fierce fight.

His tone was very light, but he swung it on Zhou Yunyi's eardrum like a giant hammer.

"Stop pretending, they're all here for you."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Zhou Yunyi's pupils widened suddenly, his complexion was gloomy, long black nails instantly grew on his bony hands, and the sharp ones glowed faintly.

Before the words fell, the last glimmer of sunlight had fallen.

The door slammed wide open, and the ghost felt like entering a no-man's land!

That voice was like a lead|fire|cable, which ignited the entire Ning'an Temple in an instant, and the screams outside were endless.

Fang Xingjian turned his head slightly, easily dodging the strong wind blowing in front of him, the stench brushed his cheeks, it was the claws of ghosts and spirits stuffed with carrion.

Dodged the attack, but fell into an eager and heavy embrace.

Fang Xingjian frowned, the unpleasant smell was washed away, and his arms were tightly bound.

This man was much taller than him, but he bent his body and buried himself in his neck, like a large dog that only invited pets.

His messy hair scratched Fang Xingjian's Adam's apple, a little itchy.

The puppy raised its head, resting its chin on his shoulder, and the heat of its breath was all over his neck.

puff--

With a soft sound, two sharp canine teeth pierced the snow-white skin, and the lips and tongue stuck to the broken skin, gently sucking blood.

The hot and rough surface of the tongue clings to the delicate skin on the side of the neck, circling and staying reluctantly and ambiguously.

Only a few drops of blood flowed out, and he was reluctant to make Fang Xingjian suffer any more. He gently licked the wound, and the wound healed completely in a short time.

Fang Xingjian lowered his head in displeasure, and called out:

"Akadama."

The moment he appeared, Fang Xingjian knew which little tail it was.

Chiyu's breath, voice, and stature are all engraved in his mind, and he usually puts them on the high beams, pretending not to remember them.

Whenever he appears, a picture made with imagination hangs from the beams of the house, revealing the person in the picture.

Chiyu gave a muffled hum, still hugged him and did not let go, only put his head on his shoulder, letting him bear his own weight coquettishly.

"You let me go."

Chiyu didn't speak, the ghosts and wolves outside were still roaring, he was already in a bad mood, his golden pupils froze for a moment, from outside the door to the end of the bluestone path, it turned into a sea of ​​flames in an instant.

Chiyu's voice was very low, like a little puppy that was left on a rainy night. Although it had a mouthful of fangs, it was drenched helplessly and pitifully.

"I miss you so much."

"I've searched many places, but there is no sign of you. From Wanchao City to here, I have searched many small towns, but you are nowhere to be found."

Chiyu's voice was between a young man and a young man, it should have been bright and open, but it seemed muffled because of a heavy heart.

He didn't blame, just poured out his pain.

"Brother, I miss you so much that I'm going crazy."

The golden pupils were dim, and God knows how much rationality it took him not to let himself go crazy.

He wanted to see his brother crying and admitting his mistake, and he wanted to see his eyes flushed and choked up, swearing that he would never leave him again.

It's really crazy.

"Brother, why didn't you wait—"

Fang Xingjian didn't know how to tell him that his Dao heart had changed, and he was even expecting his help.

Is this right?

Of course not.

He is a steadfast swordsman, and it is his destiny to spend his whole life with a long sword.

But why did he think of Chiyu's voice when he was in danger?

"Let me go." His voice turned cold, interrupting Chiyu's unspoken words.

Chiyu burned Wanchao City and wasted another night chasing after him.

One day in the Demon Realm, one year in the human world, it has been three full years since I have seen my brother.

He told him how much he missed him, how uncomfortable he was, and how much he looked forward to meeting him.

But the person he misses only let him loose.

Chiyu loosened his strength stiffly and hid in the darkness.

Fang Xingjian suppressed the emotions in his heart, turned around to face Zhou Yunyi, the long sword was unsheathed and hung on his neck.

Zhou Yunyi, who was on fire with Chiyu, didn't dare to move easily, he said helplessly, "Since when did you know?"

"In the beginning."

He stared in astonishment, not knowing why he was showing his secrets, and looked at the other party with a wry smile.

Fang Xingjian thought to himself, the original book said that he took the position of the city lord, which meant that he and the city lord were on opposite sides, why did Zhou Yunyi help the city lord to kill?

He lured people who accidentally came to Ning'an Temple to die. If he guessed correctly, both Axi and Gong Wuyou were restrained by him.

The dead become ghosts, don't they have more enemies?

Fang Xingjian thought for a while, then asked:

"Huadietu, where the hell is it?"

Zhou Yunyi was full of lies, but Fang Xingjian subconsciously felt that the matter about Huadietu was true.

Zhou Yunyi was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly laughed out loud, which seemed particularly abrupt amidst the screams.

It wasn't until he bent over laughing and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes that he slowly looked at Fang Xingjian.

After taking off the skin of a humble scholar, he truly has the courage of the future supreme ghost cultivator.

There is no shabbiness and stinginess, only the calm and elegant elegance left.

It's like a new champion who is galloping across the long street.

"I have met stupid people, stupid people, wicked people, and bad people, but I have rarely met you." He changed his voice and smiled slightly, "Smart people."

Fang Xingjian still had a cold expression on his face, and he didn't fall into the trap.

Zhou Yunyi's expression changed, and he put away the folding fan, and the gate of Ning'an Temple was suddenly closed.

He snapped his fingers lightly, and the lights of Ning'an Temple were as bright as day.

Not to mention Huadietu, but to introduce a side story:

"The ghost imprisoned in Ning'an Temple is called Gui Mei, and he is also the lord of this city."

"The strongest ghost cultivator today."

"I underestimated a few of you. Since we are destined, Zhou will not hide his secrets. If you want to find Huadietu and leave the ghost town, you have to go in first."

He quickly bit off his fingertips and drew the formation with blood.

In an instant, the dilapidated Ning'an Temple turned into a simple and exquisite courtyard.

The cloud robe on Zhou Yunyi's body turned into a long skirt, with a ponytail hanging from his shoulders, and he transformed into a lady of every family!

He smiled lightly, raised his fingers, and nodded to everyone to signal silence.

Not far away, there was a delicate laugh, a girl's clear voice like silver bells:

"Why did you come here? I've been waiting for you for half an hour!"

His voice was natural, and even with a slight apology, he replied:

"I'm late, Meier."

It is Gui Mei, the ghost cultivator of Ning'an Temple.