After being reborn, he was entangled by the sha demon

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It was a lonely night, Xie Bi'an walked out of the dilapidated house, wandering the street like a ghost.

There is nothing around him, no one dares to rush to provoke him.

But suddenly there was a ghost, which hastily disappeared at the corner of the street.

The white clothes fluttered, and a slender hand pinched his neck.With just a slight effort, Xie Bi'an strangled a passerby to death without blinking.

Poor little ghost, he didn't even leave a word of prayer, so he died on the spot and disappeared in ashes.

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Xie Bian was tormented by a headache, and strange yet familiar memories appeared in his mind along with the phantom in front of him.

He was so familiar with the feeling of strangling an imp.

It only takes a little force on the knuckles to... He remembers it so clearly, probably because he has done it many times before.

Taking human life is as easy as wind blowing leaves.

Fan Wujiu said he was innocent, he was kind in the eyes of the four evil spirits, he was murderous at night... phantoms kept switching in Xie Bian's mind.

Xie Bian couldn't tell the difference clearly, his headache was unbearable, and there was bean-sized sweat on his forehead.

"Fan...I seem to have killed a lot of ghosts..."

Xie Bian squatted on the ground, huddled into a small ball, and hugged his shoulders, as if he was still that fearless little beast that would curl up outside the office and take a nap when he was called a parent.

But Fan Wujiu knew that he was terrified now, his shoulders were trembling, his eyelashes were fluttering, and he was afraid of his past.

Xie Bian has always felt that he is an evil ghost, just because he still remembers what Lao Fan said to him before he died.

Slaughtering the hell, the crime is endless.

He didn't know what crime he had, he didn't know why he slaughtered the underworld.But the voice of memory told him that he was a demon.

A villain who can kill innocent people at will.

"Don't be afraid," Lao Fan comforted, and hugged the boy's huddled body into his arms tightly, "No one blames you. That was the past, not the present."

Xie Bian muttered to himself: "That's not me, that's not me."

Fan Wujiu had no choice but to bow his head and kiss him.

Those phantoms exist in Xie Bian's mind, and only when he thinks about them, will they be reflected in the evil environment. To go out, the only way is to find the past that Xie Bian lost.

"An'an, can you hear me? Think about it again. There must be a reason why you killed him. Think about it..." Fan Wujiu whispered in Xie Bian's ear while comforting him.

"Why..." Xie Bian tried hard to think, and finally saw the past hidden by him in the depths of his messy mind.

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"Master Xie, don't think about yourself, but also think about him. The situation will change dramatically. At that time, the lightning will shine, but it will be a pain for yourself and others. That's all Gu said, let's leave first."

Xie Bi'an waved his sleeves to chase away the guests, and the noisy owner finally left.

There was someone who took the trouble to bother him all day long, but Xie Bi'an didn't intend to talk to him, and this person would come here every now and then, and leave after talking on his own.

The red sun hangs high outside the window, and the leaves of Mimi trees have fallen three times. It is time for Fan Wujiu to come back.

Xie Bi'an squeezed his sleeves and got up from the desk, and walked out the door.

Only then did he push open the dilapidated wooden door that Fan Wujiu had kicked a few times and how long it could last, there was a "squeak" sound, something was alarmed, and suddenly a black shadow flashed outside the window.

—Someone has been hiding outside the window and eavesdropping.

Startled by the sound of Xie Bi'an pushing the door, the black shadow hurried to escape, taking the path out of the city.

—Whom should he report to?

Xie Bi'an's hands were faster than his heart, and during the transition, his fingers had already pinched the black shadow's neck.

With a slight force, the little ghost died.

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"You didn't kill innocent people indiscriminately. It was his fault that he eavesdropped on you first. Wuwang City doesn't keep such ghosts with unknown origins. You did the right thing." Fan Wujiu learned the whole story and comforted Xie Bian softly. At the same time, he slowly sent his spiritual power into Xie Bian's body to relieve his pain.

Xie Bian felt the power of Fan Wujiu flowing through his spiritual veins, and he didn't know if it was because of his psychology, but he felt warm all over his body.

But Fan Wujiu's Lingtai has been frosted for thousands of years, how can there be warmth?

Seeing the bewildered eyes of the child looking at him, Fan Wujiu straightened his forehead hair, and explained softly: "I'm afraid you'll be cold, so I'll warm you up first, I'm considerate."

He should not only be An An's source of spiritual power, but also a source of warmth.

"It doesn't hurt anymore?" Fan Wujiu asked in a harmonious voice, while kneading the back of Xie Bian's head with his fingers to soothe him.

It doesn't hurt anymore.

The tearing pain in his mind when the memory flooded in has gradually dissipated, and Fan Wujiu's surging love is flowing in his soul.

"Who is that person talking to me? I have the impression that he has been here many times. What exactly is he trying to convince me?"

Xie Bian struggled eagerly to get up and look for the answer. During the movement, his arm was crushed by the stone pendant hanging in Lao Fan's arms.

"Don't worry, think slowly, I'll think with you." Fan Wujiu was only wearing a thin white shirt under his windbreaker, and the bright pebbles were still shining in his arms.Xie Bian looked at it this way, and he directly took the pendant from the close-fitting position, and hung it around the child's neck.

"I originally gave it to you, but I have worn it on me for so many years. I want to wait until you fully remember it before returning it. It's not too early now."

"Touch and see, the ghost king's star."

Xie Bian tentatively touched the stone with his fingers, and when his fingertips touched it, the stone flickered. Countless green lights floated out from the stone and gathered around his body, as if Xie Bian really owned a galaxy.

Fan Wujiu did what he said, and packed Xinghai into this small stone.

Looking at the galaxy, Xie Bian thought of himself when he was watching the will-o'-the-wisps side by side on the roof.

So above the roof of the former residence, a white phantom and a black phantom appeared together, pointing at the sky full of stars.

The black-robed boy was always in need of beatings, he provoked the white-clothed boy several times.

Xie Bian also realized at this time that in his own Shali, what he thinks of, there will be something.

"Look, it's not all bad memories, how handsome I was back then!"

Lao Fan folded his arms and watched the fight on the roof. He was only seventeen or eighteen years old at that time, and he had been in the human world for ten years, and his appearance had changed a lot from before.

But whether it is Xie Bian or Xie Bi'an, some things have not changed over the years.

Xie Bian glanced at the black-robed boy, then at the wind-clothed old Fan, and echoed, "I think so too. You look better when you have normal aesthetics."

Old Fan paused for a while while he was tidying up his cuffs while he was playing handsome, Xie Bian had already withdrawn from his memory and left without looking back.

"Little heartless." Fan Wujiu complained in a low voice, and then left.

For thousands of years, Wu Wu Wang City has always looked like this lonely and desolate city.

The wind blew and rolled up a fallen leaf, and the dust accumulated in the corner swirled, but there was no more movement other than that.

The tranquility on the street also meant that Xie Bian didn't remember anything.

Xie Bian walked this ghost street back and forth three times, and no memory came out, no boy chasing after him, and no harm to his innocent former self.

"I can't seem to remember anything." Xie Bian rubbed his head and said to Fan Wujiu.

He clearly remembered that he used to bitterly hate the past of Wuwang City, and in his dreams he often dreamed of himself sitting on top of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​ghosts, but what he could think of right now were all his memories as a human being.

For example, how to subtly fall asleep under the hypnosis of the chemistry teacher.

For example, how to take out the carrots and throw them away when sister Hui is not prepared.

Another example is how to jump out of the window with Lao Fan on his back, step on the rockery and turn down to look for ghosts in the community.

Five or six years in a hurry, he has already had some experience in life, and he almost forgot that he was once a ghost.

"Then what should we do? Would you like to try calling out a brat here to ask?"

Fan Wujiu just teased Xie Bian, but it really gave Xie Bian new ideas.

There are many ghosts in the evil environment, why can't he call out one and ask?

Xie Bian made up his mind and got busy, picking and picking among the nearby ruins to find the stones he could get his hands on. Fan Wujiu was so excited to rummage together, and from time to time he brought out two to ask Xie Bian for his opinion.

"This won't work, the edges and corners are too sharp."

"Fan Wujiu, it's a stone, not a stone brick!"

"There is still one missing, you can just put it here after you find it." Xie Bian clapped his hands after finishing his work, and handed over the work of finding the stone to Lao Fan, and made preparations for reciting the ghost spell.

"Okay." Master Fan is willing to bear the burden of hard work, not to mention picking up stones, losing people's heads is fine.

Xie Bian tightened the drawstring of the hoodie, rolled up the sleeves above his elbows, carefully checked the formation of stones, and then found a high place to stand on.

Summoning ghosts is not difficult, but the difficult part is how to exert strong coercion on the little ghost at the moment of summoning, so that the little ghost can understand that it is impossible to escape from the palm of the ghost summoner.

Summoning ghosts is one, using ghosts is the second.

Xie Bian sought a high place, intending to forcefully suppress him, not even leaving a face to the brat.

Green smoke rose, the ground was cracked, and a ghost hand protruded from the crack. The bone claws of this ghost hand were really thin, and even two fingertips were broken bones.

Xie Bian frowned when he saw the appearance of the little ghost. Generally speaking, the stronger the ability to summon ghosts, the stronger the ghosts that can be summoned. Now he is several times stronger than before in terms of spiritual veins and physique. Summoning such a thing is not as good as the crooked melon and split dates that are randomly called out next to the school.

The first moment the little ghost crawled out of the ground tremblingly, he felt a powerful force suppressing him. This power was extraordinary, comparable to that of a ghost king, and he did not dare to move. He knelt down on the ground with a "plop" , I dare not look up and get up again.

Xie Bian raised one hand in front of his chest, palm down, the knuckles were slightly white, it was a full-fledged suppressing posture.

"The origin, what is the name." He spoke as the ghost master and asked about the origin of the little ghost.

This is in an evil environment, and the one Xie Bian summoned now is naturally the kid who was in that turmoil.

The kid replied tremblingly: "Wuwang City, Di Yuan."

The voice is still a male ghost.Di Yuan, he still has his own first and last name.

There are two types of ghosts in Wuwang City. One is the original ghosts before Xie Bi'an entered the city. It is said that they have some relationship with Fan Wujiu.There is another kind of evil ghost that was captured by Fan Wujiu himself and assigned a ghost name by Xie Bi'an himself.

Tan Chi and Hao Wan belong to the second category.Only left and right are exceptions.

Except for the left and right, the remaining ghosts with their own names and surnames are all native ghosts, and Di Yuan must be one of them.

Fan Wujiu stood beside Xie Bian without saying a word, watching the child judge the kid.

Di Yuan sounded familiar, as if he had gone to school with him before.How did he die in the end, whether he was eaten by his parents or hacked to death by himself with a scythe, Lao Fan couldn't remember clearly.

"Where are you going?" There is a definite process for interrogating the little ghost. Only by knowing the coming and going and the basics can you use it for yourself.

Di Yuan's head was buried deep on the square inch of ground shrouded in evil spirits, and Xie Bian firmly suppressed him. He replied in a muffled voice: "By the order of the city lord, go to the Ten Thousand Ghosts Cave."

To the west of Wuwang City, there is a cave of thousands of ghosts.

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The author has something to say:

When An Zai wanted to recall the past, he found that he remembered the experience of skipping class.

All the ghosts: It's over, the boss is stupid.

An Zai: What do you know, skipping class is much harder than being a ghost!

Ghosts: Yes yes yes. (nod)

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