The sky, drizzling, falling on the ground may moisten the flowers and plants, but in this gloomy cemetery, no one will be happy to see this mischievous silver needle.

Xiaoying doesn't know if she loved Rainy Days before she died, in short, she can be said to be the only little resentful spirit in this Phantom City Necropolis who is willing to go out on a rainy day.

Because of her unique conditions, even though her cultivation techniques were really unbearable, the ghost monarch in charge of the cemetery still divided her land.

has his own territory, so he doesn't have to compete with others for food and clothing, and Xiaoying is also happy to be idle.

So, in the three years she has been in this cemetery, she has developed a hobby that is not a hobby - lying on her own tombstone and watching the living people who used to worship her relatives.

When she sees handsome or beautiful, she will remember who they worship in her heart, and if there is someone she knows, she will definitely go to nag.

After many times, as soon as everyone saw her leave their territory, they immediately closed the door of their house tacitly, and for this reason, Xiaoying's fun was only the boy who came to the cemetery on July 7 every year.

The drizzle was still drifting, Xiaoying had been lying on the tombstone for a long time, feeling a little wet, afraid that he would catch a cold, so he was ready to go back to the "house" to change clothes, but he didn't want to, the boy who would come on July 7 every year came over today.

Thinking that she had misremembered the day, Xiaoying took out a soaked calendar from the door of the neighboring house in confusion, and determined that today was only the seventh day of the sixth month, so she continued to lie on the tombstone with a wet attitude, looking at the young man with interest.

I saw that his young man first put a flower that Xiaoying didn't know in front of the stele, bowed sincerely, and stood straight in front of the tomb.

In the eyes of Xiaoying, who is accustomed to seeing beautiful men, his face is not handsome, but there is a temperament in him that others never have, Xiaoying can't tell what that temperament is, only that as soon as he left in previous years, she didn't remember his face, but every time she looked at her, she always felt that she would include him in the ranks of handsome guys.

In the past, when the young man came, he did not speak much, but after paying homage to the tombstone, he would always recite a few words, not as silent as he is today.

Waiting impatiently, Xiaoying frowned, stepped on the puddle on the ground, jumped and ran to him, and was just about to shout "Say quickly", the young man suddenly opened his eyes and called: "Shadow, is it you?" ”

Shadows? Are you calling me? Xiaoying blinked suspiciously, she remembered that everyone called her Xiaoying, but no one had ever called her so affectionately!

Maybe this guy is called wrong, or else he provoked his peach blossom when he was alive.

Between lovers, it is normal for names to call intimacy, but Xiaoying remembers that she often went to a teahouse to tell stories before her death, but she couldn't remember where her home was or who was in her family.

At the beginning, she was still a little complaining, but after a long time, her mind faded, how can she say that she is now just a little resentful spirit with shallow mana, even if she remembers those people and those things, what can she do? They have all parted from life and death.

She thought about it for a long time, but the young man was anxious: "Shadow, you...... You're going to answer me. Are you angry that I didn't listen to your story at the time? Or are you angry that I'm stopping you from meeting that person? I ......"

"Ahh Before the young man could finish his words, Xiaoying suddenly woke up.

first screamed, and then quickly jumped on the tombstone, and the chubby hand kept patting on the heart, obviously shocked, but thinking that the young man just now took advantage of her inattention and put his hand on her shoulder, she couldn't help but admire, this guy, cultivation must be surprisingly good.

After all, this art world is complicated, and many things are mixed with the word law, and it is still messy to cut and untidy.

And the law in the cemetery is that no matter how bad the cultivation is, the resentful spirit will not be seen by the living in front of his "home".

Xiaoying looked the young man up and down, on him, there was no half of life, if he really saw her just now, he must have cultivated to the top.

But he is not very old, and Xiaoying really can't believe that he can meet such a genius when he is so poor in cultivation.

Feeling the coolness of the empty palm, the young man's expressionless face, there was a trace of disappointment, Xiaoying looked at it, his heart twitched inexplicably, and he stepped forward to hold his face to comfort him, but he was afraid of being frightened by the demon again, so he had to continue to lean on the tombstone after struggling.

At this time, the young man approached the tombstone, and his slender fingers neatly took out a package from his arms, and he slowly opened the package and checked it, and only after confirming the contents did he put it in front of the tombstone.

"Shadow, Qianji already knows that you are wrong, maybe you have already decided not to forgive me, but I hope that you can come to this gathering of gods, if so...... If you really don't want to come back, pray that you will take this book of the dead with you, and it should be that I am atoning for my sins. ”

The young man was talking and talking, his voice was a little choked, and Xiaoying listened, and somehow there were tears on his face.

Seeing that he finished speaking, he sighed and got up and walked towards the outside of the cemetery, Xiaoying wiped her face carelessly, and quickly followed, until he came out of the cemetery, and she was shocked back to her senses by the enchantment of the cemetery.

As if sensing something, the boy looked back, tilted his head and thought for a moment, before he raised his feet and left.

Xiaoying, who sat on the ground, watched him leave in a daze, her heart was empty, and she always felt that she should continue to keep up, but the enchantment in front of her had existed since ancient times, and the living could not detect it, but her resentful spirit could see it clearly.

Of course, the binding effect of this enchantment is not absolute, and there are countless ghosts and ghosts who leave the cemetery every year, but they all have the strength to save their lives in the art world, and with her Xiaoying's current cultivation, I am afraid that after waiting for thousands of years, she may be lucky to get out.

By that time, the boy has become an old man, and she should lose her current interest.

After weighing everything, Xiaoying slapped his head violently, remembering the martial arts competition on the first day of July every year, if he won the top 100 places in the conference, the ghost monarch would personally send people out of the cemetery.

When you go to find the boy again, you won't lose interest.

Of course, at that time, she simply forgot to think about it, left the cemetery, did not follow the boy, the seven cities are prosperous, the art world is complicated, where should she go to find the boy.

Jumping back to his own territory, Xiaoying carefully held the package left by the boy in his arms, and when he opened it to see, it was a book, the black shell was very hard, Xiaoying touched it curiously, and the coolness from her fingers made her feel very comfortable.

He lowered his head and bit it with his teeth, but there was no trace on the book, but Xiaoying's teeth were hurt.

Unhappily, he threw the book back to the place, and the things in the book happened to fall out, and the two kinds of red and golden light pierced the eyes of the little shadow with golden flowers.

hugged his chest and muttered to the ancestors of the young man's family, and Xiaoying slowly opened her frightened eyes and turned with a grunt.

Picking up the book and the red and golden post back into her arms again, Xiaoying held up the post and read: "Invitation here? What the hell is this? ”

couldn't think about it, Xiaoying didn't bother to think about it, her eyes turned to the book, and the post was thrown into the house by her casually.

She remembered that when she was groping for the book before, there was no word in the writing, but now the words "Book of the Dead" appeared.

Curiously reached out to touch it, and the pain in the heart came instantly, and Xiaoying grinned very spinelessly and cried.

While she was crying, the book of the dead was very spiritual, and she sucked a full meal of blood on the wound on her finger.

The weapon sucks the essence blood and automatically recognizes the owner, but Xiaoying didn't know it at the time, and after it hurt his fingers, he threw it into a corner of the house and ignored it for more than half a month.

It is also thanks to the fact that many people have come to the cemetery to worship in the past half a month, so Xiaoying has heard a lot of excitement, so he temporarily forgot the boy and the things he left behind.

I don't know which famous storyteller in the art world spread the word of the July Ghost Festival, and it was rumored that everyone didn't want to come to the cemetery in July.

It's just that Xiaoying suffered, she was originally helpless in this cemetery, taking the tricks of living worship as fun, and she was also chic, but every July, she looked forward to the young man coming, this year...... I'm afraid it won't come.

With a faint sigh, the little shadow ran back to the house, and with the memory of this long time, she struggled to find the book of the dead that she threw into the corner.

The age of the resentful spirit is based on the number of years before his death plus the number of years after becoming a resentful spirit, Xiaoying does not remember how old he was during his lifetime, and naturally he does not remember what day his birthday is.

And because in the past three years, only teenagers will appear once a year on July 7, and Xiaoying thinks that his birthday is on July 7.

After she became a resentful spirit, she didn't have much wish, and it was a great happiness to have a birthday gift.

The boy will definitely not come on his birthday this year, but he left something, because he teased Xiaoying before, Xiaoying was angry, and now that he thinks about it, this may be this year's birthday gift, and the resentment of being teased gradually dissipated.

Thinking like this, she didn't have any idle hands, and after her unremitting efforts, she finally found the post and the book of the dead before the sun went down.

There was a muffled sound in the distance, and Xiaoying crossed to the door with a book and a post, looked at the suddenly dusty sky, and muttered, "It's going to rain again, and it's a damn heavy rain." ”

I hope this rain doesn't last too long, and it won't be good to miss the time of the martial arts competition.

Thinking about it carefully, the strange thing about this year's young man is that he can't tell what the heavens of the Seven Cities of the Magic World have become.

If the city is in ruins and she can't find the boy, then there will be no place to cry.

Of course, the rain didn't pour down instantly, but softly went down the small one, just thinking about the martial arts competition, thinking about going to the boy, and Xiaoying began to hate the rainy day like the ghost in the cemetery.

The Book of the Dead was held in her arms, as if sensing her emotions, the black hard shell flashed faintly, and no one noticed that it had formed a protective light group, isolating the baptism of the rain on the little shadow family.

At the moment when the protective light group appeared, far away in the illusion of the Seven Cities, Qianji in the teahouse clenched the teacup in his hand fiercely, and his desireless eyes crossed the obstacles, staring straight in the direction of the Phantom City Necropolis.

There, with his attachment and the love of his life, I just don't know if she is willing to come back, fight side by side with him, and be free with him!