The sky is covered with hail of winter rain, and the sky and the earth are a decadent, dark and tragic black and white painting.

The mourning clothes of the people were grieving, they were saddened by the silent loss of life, and the mournful weeping from time to time in the cemetery added to the incomparable pain of this heavy and oppressive atmosphere.

"It's terrifying, when I heard that I found her, she looked like a dried corpse with blood sucked all over her body." A sharp, monkey-like woman whispered, and she couldn't help but shudder as she spoke.

"What did the police say?" Another short young woman asked.

"The police don't have a clue for the time being." A man with eyes next to the short young woman spoke.

"Vampire spider ......," a dry voice said suddenly, and a thin, gray-haired old woman appeared beside her as if she had come out of the ground.

"In ancient times, there was a spider that was several times larger than ordinary spiders, and it was very evil, and it lived exclusively on blood...... The old woman said gloomily, "She must have been sucked dry of blood by a vampire spider and died......"

The sharp-cut woman, the short young woman, and the man-eyed man looked at each other, and the strange words of the old woman made their hairs stand on end.

"Be careful, and don't let the vampire spiders suck your blood......" the old woman let out a strange laugh and shuddered away.

And the frightened people were all gray and stiff limbs.

The rain stopped, and gray clouds floated in the icy night sky.

A withered woman walks in a desolate cemetery lined with tombstones, her face stiff and white with only a layer of dry skin.

"Go back to the grave!" A rickety figure emerged from the darkness, a wrinkled old woman, who shouted at the woman.

The woman threw herself at the old woman angrily, and the old woman quickly threw a charm and stuck it to the woman's forehead, "Ah! The woman let out a shrill cry and then vanished.

The old woman was about to leave, when she suddenly stopped, and there was silence all around, except for a few owl calls that came eeriely from the darkness.

"Mother-in-law of the Netherworld!" two

A figure emerges from behind the grave.

The man who walked in front looked haggard, but his gray-black eyes were quite bright. The figure behind him lowered his head, his body tightly wrapped around his body in a black robe.

The old woman stared at them vigilantly, they exuded a ghostly aura all over their bodies, he was not human!

"You two demons actually delivered it to the door yourself." The Netherworld Mother-in-law sneered, she quickly took out a charm, but immediately paused.

Her wrinkled old face suddenly changed.

"You are?"

From time to time, there were painless weeping and sighs from the gloomy, lonely cemetery, the resentful spirits who refused to lie quietly under the damp and cold earth.

A little girl sits in the cemetery like a clay sculpture and looks straight at the twilight that is approaching.

"Flute!"

The little girl heard a familiar voice calling her name, a voice that had been heard for thousands of years.

The little girl turned her head and saw a strange man, whose eyes were still as clear as the clear sky.

The little girl's originally empty eyes instantly radiated.

A baby's cry broke through the night loudly.

The exhausted woman fell into a semi-comatose state with a sweaty face.

"Bloody ......"

The midwife was shocked, and the blood was pouring from under the woman's body.

"It's ...... God's punishment for me ......." the woman's lips were gray and angry, "I am willing...... Accept the punishment ....... ask only the patriarch to take care of it...... Child ......" the woman's eyes were full of supplication.

The thin man looked at the dying woman heavily, she was an excellent spirit master of the Wu clan, and she met the patriarch of the ghost clan in a lure of souls who died in the war, and she was pregnant with the child of the ghost clan.

Her misfortune began from here, and he tried his best to save her life in the punishment of the Wu Clan, but it was still difficult to escape the punishment of the heavens.

Seven-year-old Di looked with great interest at the newborn pink baby, who was a beautiful boy.

The weather was cold and harsh, and the cold frost condensed and reflected in the white sun, and a few crows stopped half-dead in the desolate cemetery full of dead grass, and from time to time let out a hairy and miserable quack.

Flute's heart is so sad and painful.

"Don't cry." A delicate boy in front of her gently wiped her tears for her, "Wait for me." The boy's bright eyes stared at the flute.

"Night sky!"

A figure in the frost came from far and near, and the person who came was a man in a black robe.

Most of the man's face was hidden under the black robe, "Let's go." He said in a low and concise voice.

"Night ......" Di Idiot looked at the night sky and followed the man and quickly disappeared into the cold mist, her tears falling in strings.

"It might be a good thing for Night Sky to follow his father to the Oni Clan." A thin middle-aged man appeared next to Di.

"Why do the elders have to drive away the night sky?" Di said in a choked voice.

"Night Sky doesn't want to stay in the Witch Clan, because he doesn't belong to the Witch Clan." The man said, looking at the cold mist.

The flute and the night sky silently walk through the deserted cemetery.

The darkness grew heavier and heavier.

The flute stopped suddenly.

She waved her hand towards the sky, and the end of the thick night suddenly opened a deep red.

Flute looked at the eerie red.

The gates of hell open, and the road to Yellow Springs lies ahead.

The ice peaks are covered with snow

The stars shimmer in the night sky, shimmering with a cold blue light.

The lake in the snow is blue and icy.

Mo Xiu sat by the lake and stared at the starry sky.

The woman in his arms was still white, cold, and unconscious.

A light figure walked in the snow. It's a sunset.

"Patriarch......" Xitu looked at Mo Xiu worriedly.

His face was unusually pale, tired, tired, and sickly, as if he had just been seriously ill.

"She will be resurrected soon." Mo Xiu's voice was calm.

"You need to cultivate too." Xitu said worriedly.

"Elder Mi has found traces of the night sky, and I must go there myself to kill the night sky." Mo Xiu's black eyes flashed fiercely.

"But your body ......"

"I'm fine." A sneer appeared at the corner of Mo Xiu's mouth.

Mo Xiu's father brought back a heroic teenager from the human world, he was the child of his father and a human woman, and his name was Night Sky.

From then on, my father was always followed by the night sky.

He was like a lost treasure for his father.

"Mo Xiu, you must beware of the night sky, he is your opponent to be reckoned with." Mo Xiu's monster grandmother was worried.

"Yes, young master." Elder Mi also said, "Now the night sky is already the default heir chosen by the old patriarch of the ghost clan. ”

The night sky is very brave in several battles between the ghosts and demons, and his father has become more and more attached to the night sky.

"That's no way to do it, my father has never liked me, and now he has a favorite son, of course he will pass on the position of patriarch to him." Mo Xiu said lightly.

His mother was a banshee who volunteered to give herself to his father. In the Oni Clan, women like his mother abound.

His father never cared about his mother, even if she died in childbirth for him, his father didn't care, she was just an insignificant demon slave among the monsters he captured.

The sky is floating in a light mist of the Milky Way, mysterious and long.

Mo Xiu walked in the cold white snow.

His dislike of humans may have started in the night sky.

Sky!

It's easy to let him die completely.

The black and red flowers are borderless.

A beautiful and bewitching woman wandered sadly on the blood-red flower road.

"Xuanqi..."

The night sky walked towards her in ecstasy, and Xuan Yu's forgotten soul really wandered on the path of fire.

Suddenly, the heart of the night sky was like a thump.

He suddenly saw his brother and her lingering and going to Wushan together.

She is Xuan, not Xuan!

The building standing still under the vast sky is solid, unpretentious, and stubborn.

The heavy chains and seals wrapped around the door were opened, and a cool air came from inside the door.

The silent, deserted room precipitates the energy of the hunters who have sacrificed for thousands of years, and it is also the source of the strength of the hunters of the Suzaku family for generations.

Fei looked worriedly at Yan Che, whose face was blue and her lips were gray.

"Finally forced the cold out of the body." Yan Che said weakly.

"It seems that Mo Xiu is more powerful than his brother Night Sky." Fei sighed.

"His knife is really powerful, not only freezing my dark iron, but also frostbiting my internal organs." Yan Che nodded. "We'll have to summon more capable hunters to deal with Moxiu."