"A brute and skinny anti-bone boy?"

Shang Luo shook his head, there were many such people, both in his previous life and in this life.

In a catastrophe in China in the previous life, weren't there many traitors who took refuge in the enemy and became a "glorious" leading party?

And decades later, there are still many yellow-skinned and white-hearted banana people.

Thinking about it this way, Shi Bo's behavioral logic has a source.

On the sixth floor, the environment is still so oppressive and deep, people walking here, as if falling into the boundless deep ocean, above the head, the red lantern the size of a human head swayed slightly, exuding a deep and strange red light.

This environment made Shang Luo dispel the idea of living on the sixth layer, compared to the first layer, the advantage of the sixth layer is probably that the concentration of evil and filthy qi is extremely high, which has a warming effect on the white bone golem, and can promote the white bone golem to mutate into a human puppet.

However, this benefit is far less attractive to him than a comfortable living environment.

Moreover, considering the growth of the four maids of Red Sleeves Tianxiang, Anzhi Tinglan, and the little guy Le Qinyao, this sixth layer is not suitable, let alone staying for a long time, with their physique, staying here may turn into a puddle of pus in less than a minute, and even some outer disciples, staying here for a long time, will gradually be polluted by these evil qi into irrational monsters.

Inner disciples can live on the fourth, fifth, or sixth floors, but this is not absolute, and those who don't want to live can live on the first floor, but few people choose to do so.

After all, even if the strength of the micro end was improved, it was worth fighting for for the cultivators of the White Bone Dao, not to mention, the disciples of the White Bone Dao who could cultivate to the Spirit Sea Realm might prefer this eerie environment.

Walking, walking, at this moment, Shang Luo suddenly walked to a low flat room on top of each other, the rusty black and yellow wall skin on the sound of fine peeling, deep night, in the silent and dim street corner shadows, as if there was a black shadow lurking and shaking, he stopped, his eyes lowered, there was an indescribable depth and awe.

In front of me, a little girl was slapping a ball.

Four or five years old, he looks about the same age as the little guy Le Qinyao. She was wearing a bright and festive red cotton jacket, fat black cotton pants on the bottom, and a pair of cotton shoes on her feet, the top of the cotton shoes was embroidered with two red flowers made of paper.

He has pigtails on his head, his face is fat, with cute baby fat, but his cheeks are pale and bloodless, and he looks a little sickly. At the center of the eyebrows, there is a little vermilion mole, and the small lip flap is as red as a layer of rouge.

And at this moment, this little girl is banging on the ground and slapping the "ball".

"Ball" is a little inappropriate, to be precise, it is a head, a well-decorated dead head, the face on the head of this dead man looks not very old, as if it is a boy in his teens, it looks like the head is quite elastic, as the little girl keeps patting, the "ball" is slightly concave and contracted, and it keeps bouncing on the ground, while playing, the corners of the cracked mouth cry out in pain that I hurt so much.

"Darla, Darra, who's singing? Oh, it's my sister, you're sitting by the brook with your head and singing.

Didong, Didong, who's singing? Oh, it's my brother, you're sitting in a ruined temple with your eyes singing.

Sister, sister, your hands are not clean, you have to scrub them with your brother's eyes......"

The immature voice echoed in the dark street corner, and the sound of crackling in the shadows kept coming, as if applauding the little girl's singing, but the unfinished lyrics revealed an indescribable blood, depression, madness, and coldness, and the lyrics were in stark contrast to the immature voice, which made people feel even more creepy.

Standing quietly in place, Shang Luo sighed softly.

What about people?

As long as you live in this world, you will inevitably have a relationship with this world, and the more relationships you have, the more people will inevitably be dragged into the whirlpool of trouble.

And, the worst thing is that this level of trouble will become more and more troublesome as you increase your level.

In a sense, if you want to cut through troubles and enjoy tranquility, maybe you can only die.

"Brother, do I sing well?"

After singing, the little girl held the "leather ball" and timidly raised her little head to look at Shang Luo, looking eager for praise.

"It's okay, I have a good voice, and the lyrics are written right, but it's a little simpler and darker. ”

Shang Luo thought for a moment and replied honestly.

The reality is already so difficult, why bother yourself, yes, he usually reads books, he likes to read some comedy, positive works, or history, geography and other popular science books, and occasionally, he will also look at Yang Yue's collection of books with colors to spice up his mood.

The same goes for songs.

"Then brother, can you teach little Kira how to sing?"

Tilting his head slightly, Shang Luo looked to the left, and an identical little girl was holding the "leather ball", looking at him with a look of anticipation.

The face hanging upside down on the "ball" was an old woman, white and fat, with a kind expression, but it seemed that because of contact with the ground, her nose and the corners of her mouth were stained with some mud.

"Xiao Qiluo likes to sing very much, my brother teaches Xiao Qiluo, right?"

Another voice sounded from behind, Shang Luo turned around, it was a little girl holding a woman's head, and the other two little girls were carved out of a mold.

"Brother, don't you want to teach Xiao Qiluo? Xiao Qiluo is very well-behaved. ”

Seeing Shang Luo silent, the aggrieved voice came from the right side, the little girl lowered her head, almost knocked with the man's head, and the man's face on the head was also staring at him with an angry face, a pair of hanging horned eyes were cold, as if she was angry because the little girl was disappointed.

"Those who don't want to teach Xiao Qiluo to sing are all stinky bad people, and bad people will be eaten. ”

Almost at the same time, four voices sounded together, the immature children's voice was mixed with innocence and resentment, and the malice that came to Shang Luo made him feel like he was stuck in a quagmire, and his spiritual power was disordered for a while, and this voice seemed to be mixed with the effect of interfering with spiritual power.

"Why do you like to make trouble so much? Do you say, this senior brother, or senior sister?"

Looking at the little girl who appeared at the beginning, Shang Luo's voice was calm, his tone was light, and his spiritual power was stirring, and suddenly, the cold feeling that invaded his body disappeared without a trace.

"You're good, do you want to follow me?"

The little girl's voice changed, and the previously immature and crisp child's voice suddenly became cold and sticky, with an indescribable disobedience.

Shang Luo looked around, and in the shadows of the low houses in front of him, there were many powerful ghosts lurking, and this real and unnecessary environment was even more condensed than his netherworld, just like reality.

It was this sense of realism that made him not pay attention for a while and walked in.

Undoubtedly, the master here is much stronger than the middle-aged man in gray clothes he met not long ago.

"Isn't it said that there are not many people who are proficient in the methods of ghost veins? ”

Shang Luo didn't reply, and complained slightly in his heart, the night owl, the middle-aged man in gray clothes, the person in front of him, is himself, these are the four.