The night of gods and ghosts, to put it nicely, is the night when gods and ghosts pass through the world, but in fact, it is similar to the opening of the ghost door in the middle of July, a group of demons dancing wildly, taking the opportunity to wander the world in the gap of time and space opened by the blood moon, and acting arbitrarily according to specific conditions.

So on such a night, it is not a good thing to encounter gods or ghosts. Because those gods are not the gods who are burned incense and prayed and worshiped by us in the traditional concept, but some fierce gods who have committed crimes and been punished, so they are imprisoned, and they will almost never be free without a specific time and environment.

After all, there are lawless people, and God also has those who are unruly, who do not distinguish between good and evil, and who do many evils.

For example, Xiangliu.

Since ancient times, it has been recorded in the Classic of Mountains and Seas that Xiangliu is a nine-headed monster with a snake body and a highly poisonous body.

Because he was a courtier of the water god, he can also be called a god.

According to legend, because Xiangliu was a disaster to the world, he finally died at the hands of Dayu. But the young man said that the legend of that thing, true and false, has long been corroded by time to see the true face, after all, no one has enough years to record and retain the truth of the year, in order to feed the world. And people are so forgetful, not to mention what happened thousands of years ago, even if it happened dozens or more years ago, no one may be able to tell the truth of a thing clearly.

So, the real truth about Sang-ryu is that he never had nine heads.

The so-called nine heads are just decorations made of skulls of various species, and they are decorated on the body, and from a distance, it looks like there are nine heads. But he is really a snake, originally a demon, but after many years of cultivation under the Bodhi tree, he became a demigod, a snake fairy who is half a demon and half a god.

But Sangyanagi's appetite doesn't stop there.

Although it is not easy to become a demigod, his ultimate goal is to turn into a dragon, and he almost almost succeeded, but because he used to be murderous and committed too many murderous vows for his cultivation, although he later devoted himself to cultivation under Bodhi, he still could not ensure that he survived the curse safely. Therefore, about 4,000 years ago, although he hid under the flooding waves of the Yellow River, he was still tracked by the heavenly thunder that had broken the dragon horns that had grown into shape, and burned off half of the dragon scales.

After a lifetime of practice, it was almost ruined in the blink of an eye.

This kind of anger that has fallen short is unbearable.

So in a fit of rage, Xiangliu led the flood to devour the earth to vent a bad breath in his heart. As everyone knows, this move led to plagues in various places after the flood tide receded, and the killings caused were far more ferocious than the floods. As a result, he was burdened with more sins, and in the end, he was not tolerated by heaven and earth, so that his body was swallowed up by time, and his soul was sealed in the cracks outside of time, trapped with those evil demons and demons, and he could not be free all year round.

Only when the Blood Moon appears, there is a brief weakening of that crevice.

At this time, those imprisoned will immediately take the opportunity to come out and wander freely in the world before the power of the seal is restored, in order to free themselves from being trapped for a long time*.

Of course, at such times, humans would not normally be able to see them.

Even if you pass by them face to face, you can't see them, let alone touch them. As the so-called people and ghosts have different paths, and all kinds of conditions are limited, it is not easy to see them, otherwise, the world will not be in chaos.

But if that person happens to have very low luck or is very weak, it is a different matter.

There is a 1 in 1,000 chance that people will be able to witness their arrival in the world.

Unfortunately, once you see it, it is equivalent to opening up the passage between this world and the other world, if this is the case, then anyone who sees a so-called 'ghost' will immediately die on the spot, and if you encounter a 'god', such as Soyanagi, then the result may be that you will die immediately as you see a 'ghost', or you may survive.

It's just this kind of life, but life is worse than death.

"So what does it mean that life is worse than death?" I couldn't help but ask Immortal when I heard this.

He didn't answer directly, but asked me, "Did you ask him why he gave you that black bell?" ”

"No ......"

"Have you talked to him?"

"Well, I talked about it, and he also talked to me about the Hades Well, and he seemed to be very interested in it. ”

"Yes. His eyes flashed, and he said with a smile: "That's no wonder he gave that black bell and kept you alive to this day." ”

"Why?"

"For the bell was not given to you, but was given to me by your hand. ”

"Why?"

"Because he wants my soul. ”

Aiyanagi has a special hobby, he likes to divide the colors of people's souls and collect those that he is more interested in.

Earlier, it was used for spiritual practice, so it committed countless killing vows, but later it became a simple hobby, not mainly killing, but simply trapping the soul and locking it in the body of a rat that can shuttle between the yin and yang worlds, so that it can be slowly played in the years that have been trapped in the gap of time for a long time, so as to use it as a pastime when it is bored.

And before each time he collects spirits, he will give a bell to the prey he likes.

The bell is a tool for sucking souls, and distinguishes them from light to dark according to the color they judge in their eyes. Each color represents his devotion to the soul, and black is the most precious, because it means that the means and process required to retrieve the soul are the most difficult, and therefore the most precious.

When he first met me at Häagen-Dazs, he sensed the existence of Hades from the breath that remained on me.

It's just that the Immortal Son has been sealed by the Hades Well for too long, so one is not sure whether he has really been released from the confinement, and the other is not sure how sure he can be of the ingestion of souls like the Immortal Prince. So he sought my trust and placed the black bell beside me, so that he could observe and wait, waiting for the right moment to decide whether and how to make a move.

But he probably didn't expect that the parasitic in my eyes would affect his plans.

The parasite is indeed the Snow Bodhisattva.

It was the Snow Bodhisattva who was invited by my mother and saved my life.

But although his name is 'Bodhisattva', he actually has nothing to do with the Bodhisattva at all, because his real identity is a demon.

A demon imprisoned in the snow, with no name, and even the Classic of Mountains and Seas does not have any legends about him.

Of course, this namelessness may have something to do with the fact that he was cultivated by people.

It's rare to see people cultivating into monsters, aren't they? People practice in order to become immortals, and I have never seen anyone who insists on cultivating themselves into monsters.

It's just that the snow bodhisattva's hobby is a bit strange.

When he was still a human being, he not only liked to practice the soul of corpses, but he also liked to practice his own body as part of his practice. It can be said that the reason why he later became a monster was that he was alive after refining the corpse of the dead, and then refining it to mutation, so he became like that.

He is an alternative when he is alive, and even more so after death.

Not only did he use all kinds of forbidden spells as his proud spells, but he also used the blood of a child as an introduction to make those medicines that allowed him to support the power of monsters with human corpses, in order to maintain his continuous demand and release of demonic arts.

In the end, this act that violated the principles of heaven finally caused him to suffer retribution.

During a medicinal introduction, he mistakenly used the blood of the reincarnated boy of the living Buddha, and his whole body froze in an instant.

But if he was frozen to death, it wouldn't be much pain, but the immortal body of the monster made him unable to die at all, but he couldn't escape, he could only watch himself trapped in this extreme cold, immortal, sealed like a stone for a lifetime, and he couldn't even move his eyes freely.

The so-called Ice Purgatory in the Eighteenth Layer of Purgatory, this kind of pain is impossible for people who have not experienced it to know.

But even so, he maintained his cunning nature.

He lures those who crave the power to use their magic to open the enchantment of Ice Purgatory to free themselves briefly.

Sometimes those people do it to hurt others, and sometimes they do it to save people.

Whatever the purpose, he will satisfy them one by one, just to get a moment of freedom from it, and to absorb a little human yang.

He tried to use the yang energy to slowly melt away the cold barrier.

But unexpectedly, one day, he was released by a person who had no ability at all by drawing a scoop with a gourd.

And the release was not successful.

Because when he was about to succeed, the ritual of releasing him was broken by a man who suddenly committed suicide by jumping off a building.

So he got stuck in my eyeballs.

The long confinement and my half-hung summoning ritual had caused him to lose a lot of demonic power, so he was forced from one cage to another.

It's hard to tell if it's a good thing or a bad thing for him.

But one thing is for sure, he is now very weak after losing a lot of demonic power, so weak that at first Shi Xiangliu disdained his storage, thinking that a bottle of 'eye drops' could dissolve him in my eyeballs.

But such a monster that has been frozen and imprisoned by ice for an unknown amount of time has its special tenacity and special strength after all.

Therefore, instead of being dissolved, he used his power to stop the rats in the police room, allowing me to survive when Soryu succeeded in luring out Hades Prince, and was not devoured by him as an outcast, and vigilantly abandoned the original plan and did not make any further moves, so as to avoid a direct confrontation with the forces of Hades and Snow Bodhisattva.

Otherwise, I'm afraid that what I'm sitting in the store and gobbling up here is just an empty shell of mine without a soul.

When I heard him say this, I couldn't help but feel a little afraid.

The previous experiences were terrifying, but I really didn't think about the consequences that they would have, let alone think it would be like this. Xiang Liu, Liu Xiang...... A 'god' who hunts for the soul of the living, but his appearance, conversation, and even the smell of his body are so pleasing to the eye. How can you feel that such a person is more terrible than a demon just by looking at him and talking so happily with him?

Apparently, Xia Ping's death on the train was his masterpiece, as he had given her a bell to represent the hunting target. I don't know why he not only took her soul, but also made the rats gnaw her like that. In this way, so many rats surrounded me at that time, was it also to gnaw me?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but be afraid for a while, and for a while I lost my original good appetite in the face of the hot fry that had just been served, I lowered my head and poked it with chopsticks, and after a while, I asked: "So, will that Xiangliu come again......?"

"No, it won't. The night of the Blood Moon had passed, and he had returned to the gap in time, and if he wanted to come out again, he would have to wait until the next Blood Moon appeared. ”

The answer to "Oh......" made me settle up a little, so my appetite improved a little, so I lowered my head and ate a few more bites. But after all, some words were a little difficult to say, and I didn't feel decent, so after holding back silence for a long time, I still sat up straight and plucked up the courage to say to the skeleton who was looking out the window at night: "But...... You came all the way here to save me, but I didn't expect it...... Thank you......"

"It's not a special trip, and there is another purpose to save you. He didn't look back, but replied lightly to me with a courageous thanks.

I couldn't help but be stunned: "What purpose......"

He didn't answer.

After the shopkeeper brought the last dish to the table, it wasn't until the figure disappeared into the kitchen that he straightened up and moved a little closer in my direction.

I thought he was going to say something to me.

I was about to listen carefully, but I saw him gently tear off the rain hat he had always wore, revealing half of his face and neck: "It's just some ordinary paint, it won't take long to become like this, and when it rains, it looks even worse, which I can't bear." ”

I fixed on the side of his face and neck......

It's like watching a puddle of water melt away a painting on a table, but such a situation happens to a living person with half of his face and half of his neck.

The color is sparse, and the pale bones underneath are faintly visible.

“...... It's kind of bad. It was a long time before I made such a sound from my dry throat.

"So it's a real problem to not have a tinkerer, isn't it? He let go of his hand and straightened the wrinkles around the rim of his rain hat.

"So you need a 'plastic surgeon'. ”

"That's right. ”

"But there are a lot of people who can draw, and I'm not your only choice. ”

"That's right. ”

"So what is your main purpose in saving me......"

He looked at me and smiled, "Okay, let's get down to business." What's the condition of those black rashes on your body now, Beitang?"

The sudden change of words made me subconsciously shrink my hand: "It's bad......"

"Show me. ”

Holding out my hand to me, I hesitated for a moment before handing him the arm that I had been hiding all along.

"It was as quick as I expected. After reading it, he said unhappily.

"How long will you live?"

"It's hard to say, it depends on your situation. ”

Hard?

These two words came out of his mouth, and I was a little surprised.

Just two days ago, he said with great certainty that he could live in less than a week, why did he say the word 'hard to say' now as his symptoms worsened?

As I looked at him in bewilderment, he suddenly struck a bolt of lightning and quickly pressed the terrible black rash on my wrist.

I almost screamed in the pain, but because of something special in his gaze, I held back: "Hey, what are you doing??"

"Does it hurt?"

"Of course!"

"What a pain. ”

"It's like a stab!"

"No numbness?"

"Not at all!"

"Look, that's why I feel compelled to come with you to your hometown. ”

"For ...... Why??"

"I need you to take me to someone. ”

"Who is it taking you to......"

As soon as I asked this sentence, I suddenly felt that someone was watching us in front of the store.

Immediately he glanced in that direction, and saw a tall, thin man standing there, smoking vigorously on a cigarette butt in one hand, and shaking slightly in the other, as if in the other.

"Let's go, brother," even his voice seemed to tremble slightly, and after realizing that we were no longer talking, he asked the young man, raised his hand and poked the golden watch on his wrist, then turned around and walked slowly towards a black car parked in the night: "Let's go in the morning......

Wow, it was a Bentley.