Blood, and tears rain. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Such as washing, the vicissitudes and mottling of years and time. Gradually dispel the fog of time that obscures the truth, and reveal everything real little by little.

From between the pale, bloodless red lips, the crystal revealed jade pendant.

to the face of half jade-like skin and half dark blue birthmark.

Half of her side face is as white as jade, silky and crystal clear.

She has half of her side face, dark blue birthmarks, hideous all over, and a remnant face.

It is like yin and yang, half of it is beautiful, and half of it is like a ghost.

A blood-stained blade that falls into the snow.

A trembling hand, a light touch on the face.

The snow, which can't reflect the dripping blood, is dazzling.

Tears, like rain.

Kneeling beside her in the snow, he wanted to reach out and touch her face, but he was afraid that the blood on his hands would stain her face.

Tears flowed silently, wanting to touch her, but not daring to touch lightly.

Tell yourself over and over again that everything in front of you is a big dream, and it can never be a real fact......

But this pain is heartbreaking.

But everything around here is very real.

She......

She was a posthumous child in a coffin, and she was born without a father or mother.

Her father died young, and her mother was seen as a man of kefu, an ominous person.

She was born in a mass grave and grew up in the "Yizhuang" outside the village.

Since she was born, she has been regarded as ominous by the world.

Her face is like yin and yang.

Half of the side face, absolutely beautiful. Half of the side face, green tires are all over, like a green face and a ghost.

The world insulted her, deceived her, slandered her, laughed at her......

She has long hair on both sides of her face all year round, and she does not show her true face.

She, all year round, month after month.

Walking in the dark, in the night, at midnight, in the early hours of the morning, when no one is around.

She has been a corpse chaser, a person who collects corpses and bones.

It seems that since she was born, everything has been predestined.

On that day, he was seriously wounded and dying, and he was graved in the wilderness.

It was she who wanted to collect his bones and bury him in the ground.

It was she who saved him.

She was born to connect yin and yang, but who is the ominous person seen by the world?

The secret technique of "ghost needle" was passed on to her.

In less than three months, a hundred miles away, and the resentful spirits are all overcrossed.

In this world, no matter how vicious she is, no matter how cold she is, there is no temperature.

She endures, lets it, avoids it, byes it, respects it......

Don't change your original intention and kindness.

She is with the night, and she has fellowship with evil spirits. Through yin and yang, see endless ghosts and resentful spirits, vicious curses.

Since she was a child, she has been afraid of being helpless in the face of this.

At first, I was frightened, helpless, helpless, and helpless.

Subsequently, there is no joy, no sorrow, no fear, no fear.

Because, since she was born, she has no father or mother, and no one cares.

Like weeds, self-generating and self-extinguishing.

Unfortunate in life, unable to sleep peacefully after death, resentment is overwhelming, asking about everything in this world, resentment and hatred are monstrous!

Since she was a child, she has been haunted by ghosts and ghosts, and she has nightmares all day long.

At the beginning, I was ignorant and timid, helpless. Later, he had mercy and mercy, repaid his grievances with virtue, and wanted to transcend the past for these ghosts......

So, since she was ignorant, she ran all day long in the wilderness and mountains.

A small, thin girl, with tattered and dirty clothes, and yellow hair......

With a hoe taller than her, in the suburbs of the barren hills, digging up the dry bones of the unknown years, one by one.

Escape the mad dog jackal in the wilderness, escape the disgusting isolation of the world. In the wind and rain, in the helplessness, digging one grave after another. On the mud platform of the tiled house of the dilapidated ancestral hall of Yizhuang, one spiritual position after another was erected.

Gradually, the living people avoided her more and more, and regarded her as an ominous, inauspicious, non-human and ghostly thing.

Powerful ghosts and ghosts, coming and going, all year round, regard her as the same kind, the way to liberation.

Yang Shiren, isolate her, escape from her.

All dirty things, ghost things, ominous things, and bad luck things, let her do them.

The filthy spirit of the underworld, terrorizing her and haunting her......

Or, at the moment of liberation and transcendence, when there is finally a time of regret and enlightenment, I will be grateful to her.

So, the cycle went on and on.

The "spirit" of the underworld has either hurt her, or frightened her, or harmed her.

But she has compassion and good thoughts, and her original intention will not change, and she will always be there.

Since she was seven years old, she has been living on her own.

Wild fruits and vegetables in the mountains, things that are rewarded by the yin spirit.

A posthumous child in a coffin, a little girl who is regarded as an ominous person by the world, grows up little by little.

One year, one merit.

She lives one more day, and she makes one more meritorious deed.

Until the ghost needle was handed over to her and she practiced the secret of the ghost needle. She is like a tiger with wings, like a phoenix nirvana.

During that time, the two spent time together.

"Come with me, you deserve a better life."

Chu Feng still remembered the scene at that time, what he said when he was about to take her away.

A thin girl dressed in black, with her head down, her long hair like a waterfall, covering her face, and not saying a word.

After waiting for a long time, she just stood there, not saying a word, not making a statement.

As in the past, he was silent, silent, and did things quietly.

When Chu Feng was about to leave, he carefully repaired the dilapidated house for her, cleaning up inside and out. went to the town and bought enough food and clothing for her to live and live.

That day, mist.

The mountain path is deep and blurred.

Chu Feng slowly walked away from the mountain, gradually moving away, but he heard the faint sound of stumbling and gasping behind him.

He stopped, turned around.

I saw that she was carrying a big package, and chased after him without saying a word, tugging at the corner of his clothes tightly, bowing her head and sobbing without making a sound.

Halfway up the mountain, in the thick mist, the trail is deep and secluded.

The thin girl, carrying a large burden that did not match her petite figure, stood quietly in front of him with her head bowed, her little pale hands tugging at the corners of his clothes.

Like a helpless child, afraid of being abandoned......

Gently holding her cold little hand, he took the big burden she was carrying behind her.

Chu Feng turned around, held her hand, took her, and walked slowly down the mountain.

The burden on his back is full of spiritual positions. It is these days that she has collected and buried the bones of the dead.

She has endless kindness and kindness to the world.

This cold world is like this to her.

Then, let yourself make up for the shame of this cold world for her......

Over the years, her medical name gradually emerged, relieving countless people in the Yang world who were plagued by illness, and spending countless Yin Spirits resentment and longing for life.

She accompanied herself, through the cold and summer, the landscape.

In front of people, she is always like a transparent person, rarely appearing. Only when you are alone and uninhabited, you will gently confide in a few words to communicate.

She has undergone some changes, using ghost acupuncture and medical skills to accumulate countless merits and solve countless sufferings.

But she did not change much, and she still kept the night as her companion, hiding in the darkness and no one knowing.

Even if the years have been together, and there are more and more old friends around him, few people know about this woman who has been with her for a long time.

She and herself, as a disciple, as a friend, and as a lonely person.

She also saved her own life.

But one day, she suddenly said goodbye without saying goodbye.

That year, that month, as if it were a time of celebration, she quietly disappeared, as if she had never appeared.

Only at that time, Chu Feng knew that she was still the little girl who had lived alone since she was a child.

She thought she was an ominous person, walking in darkness and darkness, unable to live in the sun, but a body of bad luck......

She's gone.

With no words, no sound.

Express her thoughts and thoughts, not wanting to affect the way of his life, and some of the red faces that appear beside him.

Or maybe it's her blessing.

A long river of memories that ends here.

Fragments of memory, mixed together.

See you again, yin and yang will be separated forever.

She had countless bones and merits during her lifetime, and she had been lonely all her life.

She collected countless bones after death, turned into evil ghouls, and took all the resentment to herself.

She is not the most beautiful person in this world, but she is the most pure and flawless person in the world that Chu Feng has ever met.

In her life, she has countless bones.

But after she died, there was no one to collect her bones.

Chu Feng guarded her cold body alone, looking at her true face that was gradually revealed, and looking at the terrifying wound on the top of her head......

Dementia, wordless tears, stunned and stupid, a few suspicious dreams.

How so, how so?

In this world, why did you treat her like this?

Ask all beings in heaven and earth, ask these gods, Buddhas, and demons.

There is only the wind and snow on the top of the mountain, and there is only this cold world.

The ghost needle, left her body.

Blood and tears untied her ban.

Her own body, carrying the monstrous and treacherous aura of endless ghostly resentment. Like fog, it spreads and impacts in all directions.

Chu Feng, who was stunned, bore the brunt of the attack, and was wrapped in a strange black mist.

This is the unwilling resentment of endless resentful spirits, and this is the evil spirit that has been locked for decades or hundreds of years.

The demons are born, and the illusion is present.

Like hell, like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Powerful ghosts howl, endless nightmares, all kinds of demonic obstacles, and vain realms, impacting the mind and soul, making people unable to distinguish the illusory reality.

Thousands of demonic obstacles are illusory, as if experiencing the loneliness and coldness of the ghost realm, as if walking through the eighteen layers of hell and darkness.

In the midst of this endless resentment and unwilling thoughts, Chu Feng saw a picture scene.

She, with the folk aspirants, traveled south.

After crossing the border, he escaped the flames of war, and on the already barren battlefield, he collected endless corpses and bones......

She tightened her eyebrows, using the secret technique of ghost needles, looking for something to explore, but she found nothing.

Between her expressions, there was loss, but also joy and happiness, a lot of complexity, and her eyebrows were slightly relaxed.

She and the battlefield, gathered the bones endlessly, and returned to her homeland. There were many wars and dangers along the way, and nine deaths and one life.

Then, again, she crossed the border, avoided the war, and turned back again.

This time, there were fewer people in the entourage. This time, she found a monk holding the "Ghost Sutra".

She used the secret technique of the ghost needle and the secret method of the monk's "Ghost Sutra" to complement each other, looking for something on the battlefield and in the midst of the war......

That's the "method of finding bones", that's the art of finding people.

She's looking for someone......

She and the monks, on the battlefield, collected the bones, drove the corpses with secret techniques, and transported them back to their homeland. On her way home, she meets a blonde and blue-eyed outlander.

The blond-haired, blue-eyed Westerner seemed to be asking something, and the two sides had an argument.

She is no longer cowardly.

She......

She stabbed the heavenly spirit with a sharp blade, turned into a demon, and drove the heroic soul of the battlefield to fight!

The petite and thin body turned into an array of eyes, trapping the enemy with a large array lock.

At the moment when the last shred of her clear sanity disappeared, she looked back to the north and looked at her homeland.

That glance back is heartbreaking and pitiful.

Across time and space, across the years, across yin and yang life and death.

Chu Feng saw the last glimmer of her eyes looking back at this world......

She's thinking about someone she can't forget, she's looking for someone. Her eyes are full of blessings and expectations, and she wants that person to live a peaceful and happy life.

In her eyes, there was relief and peace.

She was in the smoke of the battlefield battle, and it turned out that she was looking for clues and news about that person......

She didn't see the man until she died.

She didn't find the man's bones. She thought that the person was still alive.

Since that person is still alive, everything is fine, and there will be no regrets until death.

Born can not be with you for a long time.

If you die, if there is no one to accompany you, no one to guard you, bury you, and collect your bones.

That's up to me.

I will collect your bones, take you back to your homeland, and keep you to rest after you die.

There were too many silent words in her heartbreaking and pitiful eyes. But she never spoke to anyone, never to anyone.

That's what she was talking about.

In her eyes, there was still worry.

She is also a person and has feelings. She was worried that she couldn't rest assured of the person in her heart, she was reluctant to leave the world soon, but it was too late, and she didn't have the opportunity to say goodbye to that person, say goodbye, and complain about her reluctance.

There was still a trace of confusion and desolation in her eyes.

The bones of a lifetime of people are buried, but she has no father, no mother, no relatives, no reason, no care. When she died, did anyone miss her, so she gathered her bones and buried her, and sent her back to her homeland......

"Yes, some people are thinking about you, some people collect your bones, some people bury you in the ground, and some people send you back to your homeland......

Chu Feng's heart was broken.

Choked and muttered, tears rained down.

Across time and space, yin and yang live and die, and finally meet again, knowing everything in the past.

Separated by endless time, separated by yin and yang.

He could see her, everything that happened that day, everything she did that was unknown to others.

However, he couldn't hug her lightly, but he couldn't talk to her endlessly.

Reaching out and touching it lightly, it was like a fragment of foam, shattering and disappearing.

Like a big dream, the vanity is gone.

Only the top of the mountain, the cold moon, the miserable howling wind and snow.

A weeping man, guarding a cold corpse.

All these vain scenes of demonic obstacles are all the soul after death unwilling to obsession, containing a wisp of obsession.

There are scenes from her perspective, and there are things that are seen and seen by the sidelines.

There is cause and effect.

The bones are endless, and the virtues are innumerable. Now, in the dark, these yin spirits and ghosts have recorded all her obsessions and transformed them.

The black mist corpse aura that swirled around her was now quietly dissipating between heaven and earth.

For decades, her body is like yesterday, immortal, and protected by the Yin Spirit.

As if he was crazy, Chu Feng took off all the six dragon needles on the left wrist dragon bracelet and quickly stabbed them on her body.

A wisp of her ghostly obsession has never dissipated in this world. It has been blessed and preserved by the soul of the Endless Yin Spirit.

Yesterday's cause, today's effect.

As long as there is a glimmer of hope, Chu Feng will never give up. Even if it is too slim, he has to make up for everything in the past!

Now that the ghost needles have been found, the seven dragon needles in Chu Feng's hands have returned to their places.

With seven dragon needles in hand, although she can't reverse yin and yang, she can also do many things to shield the heavens, so that she can save her wisp of ghost obsession and will not immediately dissipate the world!