It was late at night, and the wind was clear.

There are not many pedestrians on the streets here, and even the cars on the road are far less deserted, not to mention that this is a well-known cemetery in the town, and basically no one dares to pass through it near the wee hours of the morning.

The sound of footsteps was heard in the empty air, and then the shadows pushed by the street lamps appeared in the dusk of the street, and the figures changed under the street lamps.

The boy's name is Yunyi, he grew up in an orphanage, and he will only turn eighteen tomorrow. He is an assistant magician, mainly helping magicians with chores, and occasionally helping some little magicians repair simple props to earn some change.

Because of their professions, most of them only work night shifts, and they basically appear on this road to Wutong Town at this point. It was not too far from the performance venue to Wutong Town, about six or seven miles, he never took a car, but jogged home.

No one but himself knew of the powerful power hidden in his slightly thin body, which seemed to be innate, and sometimes difficult to control, so he was very careful whenever he needed to exert force.

With such care over time, his hands have become more dexterous when repairing magic props, and with frequent training in finger dexterity, he believes that his skills should not be lost to those beginner magicians.

It's just that for all this time, whenever he passed by this cemetery, he always had an indescribable feeling in his heart.

"It can't be that you run into ghosts after walking too much at night, right? I didn't seem to have a hairy feeling when I passed by here before!" Yun Yi is not an "atheist", on the contrary, he believes in "things" such as ghosts and gods very much.

He hadn't been in the magic world for a long time, but he had heard many mysterious and magical stories that he couldn't hear anywhere else, even if no one could confirm them.

Yun Yi didn't know the source of this feeling of "having a ghost in his heart", and he didn't know that he had already been targeted, and he was about to become a pawn fleeing or dying!

Walking to the vicinity of the cemetery, Yun Yi still involuntarily glanced over there, as usual. "Friends, I often pass by here, everyone is an acquaintance, don't make some little jokes. He nodded at the grave as a greeting.

These days, he always feels that there are a pair of eyes in the graveyard watching him. He believes that there are ghosts in the world, but he is not afraid of ghosts, but it feels very bad to be peeped at by people or ghosts.

Yun Yi habitually glanced over there, but this subconscious reaction really saw something.

The wind rises and becomes stronger, as if a typhoon has suddenly come, and the wind seems a little dry.

The poplar leaves fall colorfully, like rain, fluttering and sprinkling in the air.

In the midst of the falling leaves, Yun Xuan seemed to see something flying out of the forest, flashing a few rays of light under the street lamp, and it was also like the reflection of the yellow fallen leaves.

He was about to take a closer look when he heard the sound of rolling thunder in the air.

Tonight, the moon has been hanging high, the stars are thick, there is not a hint of rain that is likely to fall, and the weather forecast does not say that it will rain. When I heard the thunder and looked up, I saw thick clouds rolling in the sky in the distance, which instantly obscured the already unbright quarter moon.

This kind of sudden dark cloud situation is very rare in this kind of place, and Yun Yi, who has heard a lot of strange things, thought to himself: "Isn't there really a ghost coming out, isn't it not yet twelve o'clock?"

"There must be filth when the thunder comes out!" this is the sentence that Yun Yi hears the most in the "story". He heard from people in his circle that thunder in the sky was due to what science calls cloud discharge, and more because of the presence of unclean things.

Being near the graveyard, although Yun Yi was bold and conceited, he didn't panic when he saw such a situation, but he still wanted to leave here quickly, and he saw a thick, curved, and dazzling arc in the air.

Immediately afterward, the shining arcs fell one after another, stretching across the wide street like a silver curtain of rain. The night sky was so bright that it looked like day, and it was extremely dazzling.

The space between the lights was miserable white, and the black curtain not far away was like the mouth of a demonic beast, which was even more eerie and terrifying. The autumn leaves are swept by the wind, stained with thick arcs, and there is a flash of fire.

The thought of "lightning ......" quickly flashed in Yun Yi's heart, making him, who had always had a calm personality, a little flustered. The clouds were still far away, and lightning appeared beside him unexpectedly!

Before he had time to see the dazzling rain "curtain", he only felt a flower in front of him, and vaguely saw that there was a lightning bolt as thick as an arm above his head, so bright that he didn't have time to close his eyes, so fast that he didn't have time to react at all.

He felt his scalp tingle a little, his hair seemed to stand up from the roots, and some kind of pull he felt under that tension seemed to take him away.

"It's a death now!" Before the thought fell, there was another thunderstorm in the air, as if it was in his mind, and he was really shocked inexplicably, and a feeling of suffocation that he had never felt before almost made Yun Yi breathless.

At this time, he didn't notice that when he saw the lightning appear, a small slit opened on his left chest, like a thin ink blot, and a glimmer of light was exposed in the gap.

Yun Yi didn't see it, when the lightning above his head was still two or three meters away from his head, he suddenly turned around, like a sharp sword "nailed" to the ground, lifting countless pieces of cement.

When Yun Yi reacted and wanted to move, the vision just now suddenly disappeared. The black clouds that had been surging back did not know when they receded, and the night returned to its previous appearance.

The wind was still cold.

The stars also shine.

The crescent moon is like a hook.

The street lights are obscure.

The only thing that has changed is the road surface, which makes Yun Yi feel that what he saw and heard just now was not a dream.

This kind of road is paved with cement, and there is an extra pit about half a meter deep about five meters from Yunyi, that is, the double yellow line of the road, and there are countless cement blocks and hard soil below the pit.

The dust was raised in the air, and before it could be blown away by the wind, it was like fog in the cold wind under the streetlights.

And, a scorching smell.

He looked at the cemetery on the other side of the road again, and remembered that when several junior magician assistants got together to chat, one of the magician's assistants said that "thunder rises on the ground"—that is, the appearance of drought thunder is to fight "ghosts" or evil creatures.

Because thunder is the righteous qi of heaven and earth, and ghosts are filthy things, and the righteous qi of heaven and earth can destroy ghosts and other filthy things.

Yun Yi is not exclusive to the theory of ghosts and gods, since he came into contact with demons, he has heard a lot of mysterious things, and he has also seen some things that cannot be explained by science.

He believed in the existence of ghosts, but strangely enough, there was no fear of ghosts in his heart. He had walked the graveyard for several years, and had never seen anything strange.

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Almost at the same time as a thin slit appeared in Yun Yi's chest, somewhere far away, in a house on the top of a certain mountain, a Taoist man wearing sackcloth looked in the direction where lightning appeared, his fingers pushed something in the wide sleeved robe, and then sighed, walked to the bookcase, picked up the pen, pondered for a moment and dipped it in thick ink, and wrote three huge characters on the white rice paper.

"Lone Star Tribulation"!

At the other end, in a room somewhere also far away, a fat monk roared in the direction of the thunder, "Maragobi, what's the noise, and don't let Lao Tzu sleep?"

The monk closed the window with great force, and his heavy body fell on the bed again, causing the room to hum, and the quilt was haphazardly covered. When it was young, there was a snoring sound.

Similarly, somewhere farther away, an old man in a long robe with snow-white hair stood in the courtyard, looking at a certain star in the sky that had suddenly turned strange red just now, and his eyes became a little sharp.

Behind him, stood a middle-aged man in a tunic suit. The middle-aged man didn't look up, just quietly looked at the old man's back, with a pious face, or something that was difficult to say.

Yun Yi didn't know that a burst of thunder and lightning just now had already alarmed a few people who were standing at the peak of the human race.