[Transmigration Book] The male protagonist never comes

Outside the ancestral hall of the mansion that was too old to tell its age, at the corner where the lights under the eaves could not illuminate, a vague figure asked in a low voice, "The two dim sums have arrived?"

The kneeling man replied with an old voice: "It's already noon today, and it will be transported to the mansion tomorrow."

Nodding in satisfaction, the blurred figure raised his eyes to the starless and moonless night sky, turned around and paused: "Have you put away the things in the ancestral hall?"

"Never put it away, I will never forget it when I am old! Wrap it in three layers of black dog skin soaked in black dog blood, and bury it three feet under the peach tree in the backyard."

The following words seem to have been explained thousands of times, and the kneeling person recited them smoothly like a folk song in a water town.

But the black shadow still looked at the ancestral hall uneasy. The two shiny copper buttons on the heavy wooden door, which was as gorgeous as splashed with blood, jingled, like the sharp fangs of a wild beast blown by the wind. The sound of cutting.

The gloomy black figure shrank his neck, not daring to take another look, turned around and walked away quickly, weighing his thoughts.

The man with an old voice slowly got up from the ground. The blue moss on his knees seemed to be stained with blood a thousand times, and he looked down and shook his head.

"The color is heavy again, sin..."

The clapper of the third watch was knocked, and the sound of crutches stepping on the floor rang all the way in the night.

On the second day, the two of them came to Jia Renyou's mansion after a short time of questioning. The red eaves and green tiles were in the style of an old Jiangnan mansion, but the mottled cracks on the wall looked like wrinkles, which made the old mansion have a vicissitudes and a mysterious look of a red-robed woman. rhyme.

On the way to be invited into the main house, the brown-haired boy brushed away the locust tree branches blocking the way. The yin lingering on them moved his heart, and he frowned and said: "The locust tree is yin in nature, and the locust tree is so lush here, it must be yin." The qi is too strong, but the feng shui of this house gathers the spiritual energy from all directions, it should be quite yang, I am afraid it is different!"

After a while, a voice suddenly came, and it seemed to be close to the ear: "Senior brother, I heard that many monks have been killed in this house, brother, please be careful!"

Chen Shen nodded invisibly, and replied in a secret voice, take care of yourself.

And after the brown-haired boy had done his due care for a senior who adores his senior, he began to carefully observe Chen Shen's different performance after he went down the mountain from his expression to the tip of his hair.

The body is tense, but there is no abnormality in the expression, a pair of amorous peach blossom eyes are looking around, and the amorousness in the corners of the crimson eyes seems to be seducing someone, stupid!

Different from Chen Shen's prudence, the brown-haired boy was walking in the dark corridor behind him, his brocade robe swaying comfortably like a spring outing, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, the world is really a good place, The never-ending strong *, the tumbling yin energy is much more comfortable than being on the mountain full of Dao energy, and I will go down the mountain to practice more in the future.

Entering the main house, the head of the house, Jia Renyou, showed great hospitality, and treated the two of them as lords, and showed the communication skills of merchants, and he was full of greetings from Taoist priests and immortals.

As the senior brother of the white snow in the mountains, Chen Shen'an sat on the left side, glanced at Jia Renyou and didn't talk to him, just listened to Liushu talking with him, the brows were as quiet as listening to the wind in the mountains, letting the temperament of the snow in the mountains fluctuate The tassels from the hem of his clothes dripped down, and the temperature around his body was also frozen.

Liu Shu unconsciously absorbed the money-grabbing power from this man, and immediately felt refreshed. In addition, he had to pretend to be a three-good junior, complimented each other without any haste, and drank two glasses of tribute with him. The Junshan Silver Needle immediately left a fragrance on the teeth and cheeks, and the mouth and tongue produced fluid without urging.

This friend of Jia Ren was tall and fat at the age of [-], but he didn't look like a common businessman.

While talking, Jia Renyou straightened his body, cleared his throat, and waved his hand outside the door: "I think the two immortal elders already know the reason why I cultivated the book Cangwu, and I hope the immortal elder will save me. I have already prepared a small gift."

A gold-plated vermilion box was brought up, and the servant opened it carefully, immediately the room was shining brightly.

A box of middle-grade spirit stones is neatly stacked. It is worthy of being a merchant family. The thought of matching what it likes is really delicate. For monks, yellow and white things are just a burden. I am afraid that I will be burdened by them in the future. It is better to practice The Lingshi I used was my wish.

Chen Shen exchanged glances with Liu Shu who was drinking tea. Chen Shen was still drinking the leftover tea in the cup. , don't be in vain!

Seeing that the two of them had accepted the spirit stone, Jia Renyou felt relieved, and there was a sense of relaxation in the corners of his eyes and brows, and he began to tell the two of them what happened in detail.

The mansion is haunted at night, and Yin Zi, a young servant who wakes up at night, witnessed it with his own eyes. How can the merchants have no souls who died unjustly? The poultry died overnight, and the moss was covered with red and green, and bloodstained.

During the conversation, Jia Renyou and his wives and concubines came one after another, clusters of flowers and yellow temple shadows brightened the staid and quiet main house, and the original dignified atmosphere was eased a lot due to the warm fragrance.

Is this the big winner in life showing off his wealth?The one covering her lips and smiling really looks like a flower, Jia Tuhao is so lucky!

The attribute of *si is usually an inside show, but when another magical creature, a local tyrant, shows up, he shakes it off.

In the soft jade's warm, fragrant and laughing words, Liu Shu suddenly said in an unpleasant way: "I don't know if there was a Hongyu lady in the mansion in the early years?"

The air seemed to be stagnant, a trace of sadness and regret flashed across Jia Renyou's face, and many female relatives rushed forward to comfort him softly.

That veiled remorse flashed by, the cultivator had extraordinary eyesight, and the two of them naturally caught it.

Originally, I just heard some old stories about Mrs. Hongyu's affair with Hongxing in the inn, thinking that the person who died in a tragic way must have a lot of resentment, so I asked this question.

There must be a story hidden in that shred of remorse, and the two looked at each other, but they couldn't ask the master aggressively.

The two had dinner with their minds on their minds, and the servant led the way to the arranged wing.

"The most evil caused by yin qi is naturally the wronged soul who refuses to reincarnate. The ties in life can't be forgotten, can't let go, and become obsessed with one thought."

Before exploring the ancestral hall at night, Chen Shen thought of the poor and cute female ghost in A Chinese Ghost Story, and blurted out his emotions in the old mansion in the middle of the night.

The brown-haired boy picked up the wick, and the slender Danfeng eyes seemed to be burning with condensed fire: "If I am about to die, since I am obsessed, why should I be the weakest ghost in the six realms? simply!"

He didn't quite understand what he said, and the light jumping on that pretty face unexpectedly gave rise to a sense of mystery. In order to maintain a deserted image, Chen Shen was so tickled that it was hard to ask, but the boy didn't say anything more.

Fuck, this is trying to kill obsessive-compulsive disorder patients!Sitting on the kang, Brother Chen's mother counted the horoscopes for Brother Chen's birthday, and Brother Chen also said that Nima is a Virgo!

Xiao *si, who committed Tai Chi, wanted to scratch the wall, but she had to habitually rub her index finger under the table to vent her curiosity. Unknowingly, she was scolded a few times by the person who saw her.

The brown-haired boy drank the water in his glass leisurely, his eyes were smeared with disinterest like tea leaves. At this time, all kinds of things in front of him should be looking for some fun.

At night, the two sneaked into the dark ancestral hall, squeezed Fajue's fingertips and lit an open flame, and the names on the rows of spiritual tablets were clearly visible under the interlacing of light and shadow.

The eyes patrolled carefully, and the light of the fire hit the confession in the front row before discovering a dark red bloodstain. If the fire at the fingertips were not so close, it would be difficult to spot.

There was nothing on the bloodstain, next to it was the spirit seat of Jia Renyou's younger brother, and on the other side was Jia Renyou's ex-wife. It stands to reason that no one's spirit seat should be placed between two people with such identities, unless otherwise They were both wives, but Jia Youren really only had one who died early.

After a careful search, there were few clues, and the two carefully returned to the wing room without anyone noticing.

Xiaomeng was in full swing, the first quarter moon was wrapped in thick white mist, and the light of the bright moon was also engulfed by the fine and dense water vapor. The front of the court fell into cold darkness, and after a while, a gust of wind blew past the door, The window lattices that bore the brunt of the blow rattled.

Chen Shen, who had already been alert, clenched the sword in his hand, and flew from the bed to the black shadow at the door, nimbly like a fish swimming in water.

Hei Ying didn't seem to expect the opponent's strength to be so powerful, and he accidentally pierced his chest with a sharp sword light.

However, Chen Shen felt that the pitch-black blade seemed to be pierced into some kind of viscous liquid. He squeezed the sticky blade and slowly slid in two inches, but the next moment he was caught by a pale and slender ghost. The claws are tightly grasped, unable to advance or retreat.

There was a sound of breaking through the air outside the door, and a green sword slanted towards the black shadow.

In the night, the hibiscus is graceful and clear like water, the carvings on the hilt are like stars moving, the sword light looks calm and soothing like clear water passing over a pond, but in fact it is extremely fast, second only to Cang Wu's sword Chunjun .

Cangwu's disciples are all equipped with swords, and this is Liushu's Tai'a Sword.

The point of the sword pointed straight at the throat, and the black shadow had no choice but to turn over to avoid it. The wound on his chest spattered black blood, dripping on the bluestone board, and instantly corroded the smooth and hard surface to become uneven.

Seeing that Chen Shen came to help, the black shadow became even more hostile in his blood-red eyes. However, the yang energy of the Lu Zhan sword held by Chen Shen was the nemesis of evil spirits. Wu, taking advantage of the unpreparedness of the two, retreated repeatedly.

The black mist slowly split into three strands, and a white figure emerged like a moon shadow. Chen Shen looked carefully, and found a boy with a bun in the black mist.

His complexion was as pale as paper, but his cheeks were as rosy as if he had smeared thick rouge on his cheeks. The mechanical figure in the sneak attack was extremely flexible, and he attacked the dead spot with fierce moves.

With a feint, the enemy stabbed at the waist to sell the opening, the figure turned slightly, and a sword stabbed straight into the shoulder of one of the boys.

The child didn't notice it, and just moved towards the two of them, even ignoring his attacking movements, causing the sword to penetrate a little deeper, but didn't even leave any blood.

The green sword light swung down fiercely at the boy who was restrained by Chen Shen. Chen Shen's eyelids twitched, his heart was overwhelmed, but he didn't stop it. The life was passing by so much that even if he wasn't used to it, he became numb.

He is also just an ordinary monk among all living beings. If he wants to save his life, he has to learn to turn a blind eye to the blood on his hands.

Yuanyuan's head gurgled far away, and there was a weird smile on his dusty face, and his grape-like eyes stared straight at the two of them.

Chen Shen has seen a lot of things in the world in the past few years, so he is not very afraid, but the child's stature is about the same as his fat nephew, and he can't bear to turn his eyes away from the bottom of his heart, and his eyes are filled with onlookers.

This scene fell in Liu Shu's eyes, but Chen Shen didn't look at the corpse, and still had that indifferent look of not caring about anything.

He was cold enough for the enemy, and when he saw the non-fatal wound on the shoulder of the corpse, he couldn't help but frown, but he didn't strike hard enough!

stupid!