In the dead of night, the cold moon was hanging high, and the insects were constantly chirping by the woods, a gray-black figure sat cross-legged beside a blazing fire, occasionally stirring firewood with branches, and the bright yellow flames were scorching the barbecue meat on the shelf, he watched quietly, not knowing what he was thinking;

"Huh?"

Suddenly, the figure sighed lightly, turned his head slightly, looked at a certain position on his side without a trace, threw away the branch in his hand indifferently, stretched lazily and casually, and casually pulled out a piccolo from his waist, put it to his mouth elegantly, and played it gently;

"Woo!~Goo!~Luh!~Woo!~..."

The sound of the flute is low and sad, like a sad woman, telling the bitter sorrow in her heart in a poignant manner, like an amorous poet, expressing the sentimentality in her heart, like a compassionate fairy, regretting the suffering of the world, like an old man who is sighing about the changes in the world;

An inexplicable emotion, mixed with some kind of mysterious rhyme, with the sound wave of the flute, like the ripples caused by a stone falling into the water, slowly spread to the surroundings, a woman dressed as a maid, seemed to be infected by the sound of the flute, and slowly floated out from the depths of the woods;

"You wandering soul and wild ghost, you are so bold! you dare to peep into the poor path and disturb the poor path retreat, you really don't know whether you are alive or dead!"

The figure Huo Ran turned around, quickly turned his head, and whispered softly to a certain place in a cold tone, his sharp eyes bloomed with brilliance, in this dark night, as dazzling as the stars in the night sky, faintly, there seemed to be mysterious runes, floating in the pupils of his eyes;

"Huh, where is this, how am I here?"

When the woman heard this, she looked around blankly, and suddenly exclaimed in disbelief, as if she had just come back to her senses, her black and cyan face was full of frightened expressions, and she looked hideous and terrifying, but her soul trembled and retreated, as if she had some scruples about the figure in front of her;

"Poor Dao's "Requiem", it sounds good, right?"

The figure was unmoved, and asked in an indifferent tone, just like the neighbors chatting between them after dinner;

"Ah? "The Conjuring", what "Requiem"? I didn't hear it, I won't bother you, I'll go!"

The woman replied in a panic, floating in the air, quietly retreating, looking cautious, as if she was very afraid;

"Ugh!"

The figure was stunned when he heard this, and seemed to be greatly surprised by this answer, shook his head slightly, and whispered again;

"You stupid ghost, if you hadn't heard the Conjuring, how could you have been summoned for no reason and came here for no reason!"

When the woman heard this, her body trembled violently, she turned around in a panic, waved her hands and fled in a hurry, not daring to say another word;

"Since Poor Dao summoned you to come, without Poor Dao's permission, how can he let you leave easily, you wandering soul and wild ghost, you are really stupid!"

The figure stretched out one hand, holding the piccolo in his hand, and with a slight plucking of his fingers, the piccolo began to spin between the fingers, and in the light of the fire, a phantom danced, and the surrounding air was poured into it, causing the piccolo to emit a slight chirp, and a low and graceful sound wave spread around;

"Ahh

The woman, who fled to the depths of the woods at great speed, suddenly exclaimed, and her figure stopped, as if she had been grabbed by a pair of invisible hands, and her body maintained an escaping posture, pulled by some unknown force, and floated straight to the position of the figure, which frightened her into crying in terror;

"Help! I didn't mean to, I knew I was wrong, although I was a ghost, but I never harmed anyone! Immortals! You let me go! I just want to find the underworld and be reincarnated as soon as possible, without the slightest intention of doing evil! Let me go! Woo..."

The figure listened to her garbled words, although he knew that she was begging for mercy, but he was not moved by it at all, but with an impatient look, he used the piccolo in his hand to shine on the woman's head, and knocked it gently, and the cold words sounded, pretending to warn her fiercely;

"Shut up! Without the permission of the poor way, if you dare to speak again, the poor way will make your soul scattered, ashes, and never be reborn, and you will not even have the opportunity to be a ghost, let alone be reincarnated and reincarnated! If you don't believe it, you can try it and see if the poor way has deceived you!"

Hearing this, the woman hurriedly closed her mouth, and blood and tears flowed from her closed ghost eyes, obviously frightened;

"Turn around, tell Poor Dao clearly about your origin, the cause of death, and why you didn't go to reincarnation, and become a lonely ghost here, if you dare to talk nonsense and nonsense, I will play a song "Requinzide" for you!

When the woman heard this, she only felt a sense of relief around her, knowing that the other party had withdrawn her mana, and she had the intention to escape again, but she was afraid of the other party's means, so she had no choice but to sobbed softly, turned around slowly, and prayed to herself, don't run into someone like Mo Li;

"Oops!"

The figure exclaimed, as if frightened, almost jumped up from the ground, held the hand of the piccolo, quickly raised, ready to fight, but shook his head helplessly, put it down gently, and after a moment of silence, the tone was gentle and accusatory, and the coldness in his eyes also dissipated;

"Tell me about you, Poor Dao didn't do anything to you, you are crying with a sad face, still shedding blood and tears, you want to scare me, if it weren't for Poor Dao who has seen too much, I would have killed you just now, but don't be afraid, it was an instinctive reaction just now, okay, quickly wipe your grimace!"

The woman was stunned when she heard this, two teary-eyed ghost eyes, looking at the figure in disbelief, as if she was wondering if she had heard it wrong, and after hesitating for a moment, she followed her words, raised her shriveled ghost claws, wiped away the tears on her face, wiped away the tears in the ghost's eyes, and lowered her head silently;

"Let's talk about it, the name, the origin, the cause of death, why don't you go to reincarnation?"

The figure commanded softly, and the voice seemed to have some kind of magic, so that the woman involuntarily obeyed, without a trace of resistance;

"My name is Xiaolan! I was originally a maid of the Mo family in Kyoto City, but I was deceived by the Mo family's son into the study, forcibly took away my innocence, and even used witchcraft and evil methods to cause my body to be gone, and also made a ghost to devour my soul, I couldn't fight him, so I escaped!"

When the figure heard this, he was taken aback, and without waiting for Xiaolan to finish speaking, he raised his voice and asked suspiciously;

"What did you just say, sorcery and evil spells, devouring souls?"

When Xiaolan heard this, she was a little unclear, and she was uneasy in her heart, and replied cautiously;

"Yes! I saw with my own eyes that Gongzi and he devoured the souls of his sister and wife with a ghost, and the soul of his father, Old Man Mo, was also devoured by him with a ghost!" Pen % Fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info)