Human dimension reduction

Lan Yin slightly tilted the stick of incense stick in his hand, put it on the candle and turned it lightly for half a circle, the stick incense soon turned black and burned, and the smoke curled up, Lan Yin held the incense stick and faced the ghosts and gods of the ten directions in front of the hall. Hanging the painting and praying three times, he didn't put the incense in the incense burner on the table, but went out and put it in the mud beside the door.

When he passed the small table in the courtyard, he also took the octagonal palace lantern by the way.

The noise outside the door has reached the point where it cannot be ignored. Monsters like geckos and long snakes are crawling around on the wall in fake gowns and suits. Lan Yin turned a blind eye to the wild scene of demons dancing in front of him. After inserting the incense stick He straightened his body, and replaced the white paper lantern with the word "Lan" under the eaves with the palace lantern in his hand.

With a "snap", he casually snapped his fingers, and a faint light blue flame burned in the lantern, spreading a circle of glass-like light smoothly and silently.

As the lights dispersed, the monsters gathered nearby stopped their movements. They shook their heads and continued to crawl or walk along the previous road, but they avoided Lan Yin's mansion one after another, as if being trapped An invisible circle pushed away the same.

Standing under the eaves, Lan Yin looked at the end of the alley silently. There was neither sadness nor joy on his face. When his cold and sharp features were not making any expressions, he had an indifference beyond the mundane world. To reject people thousands of miles away.

The only lamp of questioning Yin left in the world is here. As a foreigner who was hunted down by the whole city, will he come back?

He will definitely come back, only here can protect him, the world is so big, only the word "Lan" can protect him.

...he will definitely come back.

Lan Yin's pupils narrowed slightly, and the light penetrated through his pupils, revealing a strange and icy brilliance.

Soon, he showed a slight smile, and a figure suddenly appeared at the end of the alley, with long silver-gray hair falling loosely on his chest, and a long gown with exquisite workmanship was a bit loose on him, and the hem of the clothes was blown up by the wind , he was holding an ebony cane in his hand, and a group of monsters behind him jumped up excitedly because of his sudden appearance, but they were poked into the ground by the cane without even touching the hem of his clothes.

Qiao Zhou kicked away a long-tongued monster that was trying to lick his forehead, and looked at the misty alley ahead. It was a sunny day, but Liuzi Alley was covered with a layer of milky white mist. Jump up and down in the mist.

Looking forward, the source of the fog is Lan's house at the end of the alley. The small house that I have visited several times is wrapped in fog, as if covered by a hood. I know the building is there, but I can't find it. Path to go through.

Another monster rushed forward to hug Qiao Zhou warmly, but was volleyed by Qiao Zhou into the alley next door. Hearing the series of landing sounds, it probably brought over a brick wall that was not very strong.

Just when he was wondering about the source of the mist, a strand of thread that was lighter than the mist emerged from the mist and gently wrapped around Qiao Zhou's wrist. Like a conscientious tour guide, the other end of the thread Stretching straight into the mist, silently urging.

My good fellow, the Minotaur's labyrinth?Is this the princess' ball of wool?

Qiao Zhou raised an eyebrow, raised his wrist in front of him, and looked twice. The thread had no shape or weight, scattered and condensed, like a wisp of smoke, lingering around Qiao Zhou's wrist persistently, and there was a stroke at the end. Inexplicable sympathy.

Qiao Zhou frowned.

He walked into the mist following the traction of the thread, and the surrounding monsters chased him for two steps, and suddenly he seemed to have lost his way, scattered in all directions, and he couldn't see him even in front of him, as if he was blind.

The thin thread led Qiao Zhou forward, passed through the hazy mist, and when he saw the scenery in front of him again, Lan Yin's small house was in front of him.

Under the eaves hangs a strange octagonal palace lantern, under which stands a young man with long gown and black hair, with quiet eyes and one hand behind his back, like a ruthless fairy in the sky, guarding his own rules and regulations, waiting to break the precepts arrival.

A bunch of ordinary red incense sticks was planted at his feet, and the smoke on it condensed into a thin bunch against the common sense of physics, and floated parallel to Qiao Zhou, which was the source of the thin thread on his wrist.

Lan Yin kept looking at this side, as if he had been watching for a long time without being affected by the fog at all. Seeing Qiao Zhou looking at him, he suddenly laughed: "I said you will be back, do you want some tea?"

He didn't say a word about the monsters outside and the weird mist, and he looked calm and composed as if everything was business as usual.

"No more tea," the cornflower-colored eyes looked at Lan Yin tenderly, "I'm here to borrow something."

Lan Yin stopped turning around, paused, turned back slowly, and let out a long "ah" with a bit of aggrieved expression: "Isn't it okay to have a cup of tea? Well, what do you want to borrow?"

The young doctor with long silver-gray hair stretched out a finger and pointed upwards, and said softly, "I will lend you a lamp."

The ancestors of the Lan family passed down the Yin lamp to illuminate the road to Huangquan to avoid ghosts.

This is Lan Yin's explanation of the lamp when Vincent and Lan Yin walked the Yellow Spring Road together, and now it seems that the atmosphere of "ghost avoidance" also includes these monsters outside.

The crazy doctor's skills can manipulate the space to avoid monsters, but it is not convenient for them to actively avoid them. He came to Lan Yin to find out the attributes and functions of the underworld in this world. The plot can only start from the underworld, but I didn't expect to encounter a more useful item. As a qualified player, if you encounter an artifact item and don't want to get it, is it still a player?

Lan Yin was noncommittal to his act of taking away his own lamp with a big mouth, but instead reminded: "If you take my lamp, you will be considered as a member of the Lan family, okay?"

He deliberately raised the ending sound lightly, like a frivolous joke.

Qiao Zhou also smiled at him, and walked over while laughing: "Then you have to be nice to me, otherwise the Duke of Lorraine won't let you go—"

With a crisp "ding", the sharp and thin bamboo stick stuck out from Lan Yin's cuff, and firmly pressed against the snow-white sharp scalpel in Qiao Zhou's hand.

"Oh...it's a pity." Qiao Zhou said softly, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes.

Lan Yin was also smiling, and made a sad expression appropriately: "Didn't you agree to be a member of the Lan family?"

Qiao Zhou nodded apologetically at him: "Does the widow count?"

Before he finished speaking, the light of the knife splashed like frost and snow, and the fine and crisp sound of sharp weapon collisions formed a line. The bamboo stick in Lan Yin's hand was quickly chopped into powder. He kicked Qiao Zhou at the small table, turned around and hid in the main room.

Facing the flying small table, Qiao Zhou did not dodge or dodge. With a flick of his wrist, the rapier in the cane suddenly came out of its sheath. As soon as the wood in sight disappeared, the erratic Lan Yin grasped his wrist silently.

Qiao Zhou's eyes sharpened, and the rapier stabbed backhandedly. The sharp blade pierced Lan Yin's chest without hindrance, but the other party looked calm, and even smiled at him with the corners of his lips curled up.

...incorporeal, ghost?soul?

Qiao Zhou drew his sword decisively and retreated a few meters, and appeared behind Lan Yin in a flash.

Now there is nothing anyone can do about it, Qiao Zhou can control the space and dodge top-notch, Lan Yin can't catch him; but Lan Yin's ghost-like state, even if Qiao Zhou can stab him countless times, he can't cause actual damage.

The assassin without spell damage and the wraith without displacement skills made the scene a bit awkward for a while.

The first time he missed, Qiao Zhou had expected that the situation would not be so good, but he was in a stalemate. Now unless he can find a way to inflict real injuries on Lan Yin, he doesn't know how long it will take...

Thinking of this, he lowered his long sword and pointed it at the ground, leaped lightly onto a large earthen vat in the corner, protected his back, took out the folded papers from his sleeve, and shook them between his fingertips. : Lan, we agreed to be honest, why did you lie to me again? "

Lan Yin's eyes fell on those pieces of paper, her expression was slightly puzzled, although she didn't understand why, she still asked with a smile: "What did I lie to you?"

Qiao Zhou shook a few pieces of paper and said softly, "Didn't you tell me that you are already dead?"

Lan Yin's smile froze.

On the last piece of paper interrupted by Lan Yin's arrival, there was only a thin sentence. Qiao Zhou didn't think about it until he got off the bell tower, and he was stunned for a moment.

——"The sky is not pitiful, I will not care about it, my son Lan Yin, died in Jiuyou."

According to Lan Yin's father, his son has died.

So who is Lan Yin standing there now?

Qiao Zhou let go of his fingers, and let the three pieces of paper fall to the ground. They were soon wetted by the grass dew on the ground. Lan Yin lowered his eyelids to glance at the writing on them, and raised his head nonchalantly: "Is this important?"

Qiao Zhou asked back, "What do you think?"

In fact, it doesn't make any difference to Lan Yin whether he is dead or alive, he just wants to get the Yin Yin Lamp—eh, maybe he can grab the lamp and run away?

Qiao Zhou's thoughts began to rush towards an indescribable path again, but Lan Yin guessed what he was thinking, and said first: "The lantern of the Lan family was given by Emperor Wen in the tenth year of Zhenguan. The ancestor of the Lan family, when Empress Wende died that year, the Lan family took Emperor Wen to the Yin Division to say goodbye to Empress Wende. After that, the Lan family was enshrined by the Li and Tang royal families and guarded the imperial mausoleum. From generation to generation."

"There's nothing else to say. At most, it's a rare ancient artifact that can lure ghosts and walk through the underworld. It's just the effect of this little wick."

"My grandfather passed away at the age of 53, and I gave the lamp to my father. This lamp was only lit for two years in my father's hands, and then it would never light up again; my father passed away at the age of 33, and gave me the lamp, and it will last for at least ten years. Lorraine ,Do you know why?"

Qiao Zhou didn't speak, just stared at him.

Being watched by him, Lan Yin looked very happy, and confessed generously: "The Lantern lamp burns the lifespan of the Lan family. Most of the Lan family members who hold the Yin lamp in each generation commit suicide. The excess life is collected in the wick for the next generation."

"The Lan family was born to be watched by ghosts, and their descendants are weak. Without a lamp, they are easy to be swallowed by evil spirits. Those who are greedy for the red dust leave short candles for future generations, and those who cherish their children leave candles for their children. For many years he..."

Lan Yin raised a finger: "Father left me a fire for decades, and this fire can only be used by me, who is connected by blood. Without me, even if you take a lamp, you won't be able to light it."

Qiao Zhou secretly slandered, this is not necessarily the case, the big deal is to strip you clean and put on your skin, wouldn't this light turn on for "Lan Yin"?

"But I'm different. I died in that severe drought when I was seven years old. My father stole my soul from the underworld and forcibly connected with the corpse. He wrapped me in a black dragon under the underworld. Since then, the black dragon has molted its skin every year. The dead body also changes and grows accordingly, making me no different from others, and there are more than 60 years of life left in my life and death book—"

Lan Yin deliberately slowed down his voice, and said word by word: "Lorraine, I can give you all of them, do you want it?"

To be honest, Qiao Zhou didn't even understand what Lan Yin was talking about for a moment.

After years of education in materialism, Lan Yin's words challenged Qiao Zhou's worldview a bit too much, but Qiao Zhou soon realized that this was just a game, and the background of the game... No matter how it was set up, it was reasonable.

So Lan Yin was a snake, and there was nothing wrong with it.

After thinking about it, Qiao Zhou quickly accepted the fact, and when he looked at Lan Yin again, he regained his composure: "Then what do you want?"

Lan Yin slowly raised her lips, and a creepy and lingering smile appeared on her handsome and noble face: "I want you to hold my lamp and stay with me from birth to death."

When he said this, his expression was very strange, his pupils changed into vertical pupils of reptiles, and in the glazed glass body were extremely gorgeous colors such as cold emerald golden yellow, these colors intertwined and did not blend together, compared to the most expensive colored treasures in the world It is also beautiful and moving, but it is full of cunning and secretiveness unique to snakes.

Extremely beautiful, extremely dangerous, he obviously looks like a refined fairy, but he looks like a giant snake that has become a human being, coiling its prey in circles in its tail, staring at it greedily and intently. with their own belongings.

Qiao Zhou seemed unaware of the approaching crisis, reached out his hand to wipe off a little dust on the rapier, and nodded briskly: "Okay."

He agreed so quickly that even Lan Yin was stunned for a moment, a trace of suspicion flashed in Leng Sen's beautiful vertical pupils, and Qiao Zhou repeated it again in a good temper: "I said I agreed, okay. What else?" request?"

Lan Yin was silent for a moment this time. She didn't expect that there was a problem. Seeing that he didn't answer, Qiao Zhou shook his rapier: "I never break a contract easily, and I don't lie to others about unnecessary things. Since there is no other request , then we can begin to fulfill the agreement."

Simultaneously with the voice, it was Qiao Zhou who suddenly disappeared and reappeared behind him. The crazy doctor bit his dark red lips with his snow-white teeth, his smile was crazy and happy, and his rapier was flying like a shower. Will be injured, Lan Yin subconsciously dodged a certain distance back.

He didn't understand why the other party suddenly violently tried to kill someone. He had just explained clearly that if he died, the questioning lamp would be useless. Why did Lorraine——

This question disappeared without a trace in the next second.

Right in front of him, the mad doctor with silver-gray hair and thin figure was slowly changing into another person.

Lan Yin is very familiar with the appearance of this person, and he sees it in the mirror every day.

Graceful and elegant, out of the dust——

As long as we kill you, we are together from birth to death.

Qiao Zhou saw his own face through Lan Yin's pupils, and smiled at him shyly: "Look, how could I lie to you?"

When he was a mad doctor, the rapier that pierced Lan Yin's chest and couldn't do any harm, now in the hands of the same "Lan Yin" also possessed the attribute of non-entity. The slender sword crossed Lan Yin's chest and pierced The beating organ inside.

Two men with exactly the same face stood close to each other at a distance of embracing each other. Blood trickled down the rapier. Qiao Zhou slowly turned the hilt in his hand, completely crushing Lan Yin's heart, and suffered severe injuries. Lan Yin snorted, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab the sharp blade of the sword.