Urban Witcher

"Ah—" Such a tragic scene deeply touched Xie Yuqing's nerves of terror, and she screamed deeply, shrinking behind Ye Shaoyang, almost falling down.

"Heh, heh, heh, heh..." The female ghost let out a strange laugh like a toad, and walked into the room.

It was only then that Ye Shaoyang and the two noticed that she was not lying or kneeling on the ground at all, but... she had no legs below her knees, a circle of torn skin was turned outwards, and the white stubble of bones was stuck on the ground , rubbing against the ground and moving, green blood kept flowing from the wound.

Xie Yuqing trembled all over. She had lost her mobile phone somewhere long ago. She held the flashlight in both hands and illuminated the miserable scene of the female ghost. How could she have expected to encounter such a heavy-tasting scene as soon as she came in, if Ye Shaoyang was not there, she would have collapsed on the spot.

"Are you Lin You?" Ye Shaoyang asked, frowning. Although the image of the female ghost does not frighten him, it is also a bit disgusting and visually stimulating.

The female ghost shook her head, her throat kept making strange noises, and a pair of dead white fish eyes stared at the seductive rope in Ye Shaoyang's hand.

An erratic voice came from all directions in the room: "Who are you, why do you have the hell hook in your hand?"

"We'll talk about this later, are you Lin You?"

The female ghost said quietly: "Who are you, how do you know me?"

"I know everything about that year. I heard that you were a lay disciple of Chimei Mountain." Ye Shaoyang arched his hands, and made a meeting ceremony for a person in the magic world, and said: "Xuanqing Mountain Alliance Wei Tianshi Dao, under Xuanqing Mountain disciple Ye Shaoyang .”

In the two white eyes of the female ghost, there was a faint blackness, she stared at him for a while, and murmured: "Fairy Emei is guarding the Lingtai..."

Ye Shaoyang was overjoyed, the other party was indeed Lin You, and since he was willing to speak out, it meant that he had not let go of his obsessions during his lifetime. He was also a member of the magic world, so it was much easier to communicate. Just as he was about to speak, Lin You shook his head and laughed , The resentment gathered all over his body, layers upon layers, Ye Shaoyang took a look, and secretly inhaled: Lin You's cultivation is so deep!

"Fairy Emei's Lingling Tower...haha, Fairy Emei, haha..." Lin You fell on the ground with a smile, his voice was worse than crying.

Xie Yuqing couldn't help grabbing Ye Shaoyang's arm.

After a while, Lin You raised his head, with blood and tears in his eyes, and said in a sad voice, "I can't go back, I used to be a ghost-hunting mage, but now, I myself have become a ghost and the prey of the mage... "

Hearing this, Ye Shaoyang also felt the emotion of being a mage: a mage has been hunting ghosts and subduing demons all his life, and he is not afraid of being killed by ghosts. The most fearful thing is to become a ghost after death, but sometimes, you have no choice.

Immediately sighed: "Lin You, I know this is not the original intention..."

"The original intention... Haha, Ye Shaoyang, look at me now, this is what I looked like when I died. They asked me to commit suicide as an auxiliary sacrifice. I refused. They broke my legs alive and pierced me. The dantian made me miserable, and I cut off all thoughts.

After I committed suicide, they immediately detained my soul, asked me to assist in offering sacrifices, gather grievances, and become this immortal ghost..."

Ye Shaoyang sighed heavily, he could fully understand this kind of pain that he couldn't die even if he wanted to die.

"I'll rescue you." Ye Shaoyang looked at her and said, "Tell me the truth and help me, regardless of success or failure, I'll send you to Mr. Cuifu to resolve your grievances and let you be reborn as a human, how about it?"

Lin You looked at him and said, "There was once a man and woman from the magic world who came to me and said the same thing."

Ye Shaoyang's heart sank, and he asked, "Li Xiaoqiang and that...yes, Yang Siling, are they these two?"

Lin You didn't answer, but said: "I didn't hesitate to kill that girl, haha...she is too simple, you are all too simple, save me? I have been a ghost for decades, and I have become the head of a ghost." , I can no longer turn back..."

Ye Shaoyang shook his head slowly: "If you are an ordinary person, you must be confused by resentment, but you are different. You were a mage before you were alive. If you really had no ideas, you wouldn't tell me so much." Shot, "Follow me...to go?"

Lin You stood up on his knees without legs, looked at him, and suddenly stretched out his hands, releasing endless resentment, spreading around the room.

A cold voice came: "Let you see, the tragic scene here..."

The door of the room was opened, the curtains were drawn, and a ray of sunlight slanted in. The tables, chairs, and benches were neatly arranged. Many students were lying on the desks to read, and some gathered together to chew their ears. Looking at the clothes of these people, it feels like watching an old movie from the 1980s.

"This is, going back to the past?" Xie Yuqing's voice came.

"It was Lin You who used the resentment and the memory of the room to repeat the scene of that year."

"Oh, that... Hey, where are you, Shaoyang?" Xie Yuqing's voice became panicked, "Why can't I see you?"

Ye Shaoyang turned his head to look, and found that he was floating in the environment like a ray of phantom, but Xie Yuqing's figure could no longer be seen, so he suddenly understood, and said: "This is a phantom of ghost fog, don't be afraid, retreat to the window Left corner, if there is something to shout loudly, let me observe first..."

A beautiful woman in a long gray dress pushed the door and walked in. Ye Shaoyang saw the photo and recognized Ziyue at a glance. She looked really... well, she was like a fish but she had a very good temperament, especially her hairstyle and clothes. It is in stark contrast to the girls with simple tones and simple styles at the desks.

After Ziyue took the stage, she began to give lectures, but the picture was silent, and everyone could be seen listening carefully, looking at Ziyue with eyes of admiration and even admiration...

Then the picture shattered and turned into night, a dim fluorescent lamp was lit in the classroom, Ziyue stood on the balcony, with a fearless and fanatical expression, looking at the students under the podium, and the expression was very impassioned speech. A mourning hall was set up beside her, and a brazier covered with straw paper was burning in front of a portrait of a man.

Behind Ziyue, stood a middle-aged man, also in the photo given by Du Hu, it was none other than Wu Lele.

What Ye Shaoyang noticed was a guy standing at the entrance. He looked to be in his fifties, with a strong figure and a yellowish black complexion. He looked like a guy from Thailand, holding a large skewer in one hand. Black rosary beads, with a solemn expression, or rather cold.

Thai therapist?

Ye Shaoyang gradually understood that this was the scene Du Hu mentioned in his memories: In front of the altar, Ziyue advised everyone to consider the overall situation and commit suicide collectively...

The screen changed again, this time there was a sudden sound, and miserable cries resounded everywhere in the room, Ye Shaoyang saw that his legs were also a little weak:

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Come to the first two chapters, the guests are here, and I will post them in the evening if I write them, and I will make up tomorrow if I don’t have time.