Qinghua took out the blood-red bead, held it in the palm of her hand, and said coldly: "Close your eyes"

Everyone obediently closed their eyes, and Qing Xuan held the red bead in his hand hard, and the red instantly held everyone in it, sparing everyone as if there was life.

Originally, it was pitch black in front of everyone's eyes, but gradually there was a focal length and an image in front of them.

The night was dark, and the trees hiding in the shadows rustled uneasily. Suddenly, from the darkest depths came the sound of even light footsteps, which kept ringing without stopping, and the sound gradually changed from large to small, farther and farther away.

In the evening, if it is farther away from you, the louder it makes it will warn you, and if it is closer to you, the quieter it will make you let your guard down and you will die.

Under the reflection of the light leaking from the room, a miserable red slowly emerged, the color became thicker and thicker until it became blood red, and the light only shone out of the waist, and if you didn't pay attention to it, you would think it was a red cloth hanging there.

The bright red was gone, and the next moment it appeared by the window, the silver-white smiling mask on his face was clearly revealed, and inside the room was Wu Guantian, who was reading.

Standing by the window, the red-clothed world seemed to be smiling, not the mask smiling, but the face under the mask.

"Squeak"

Wu Guantian's door suddenly opened, and a few wisps of cold wind couldn't wait to get in, and gently turned a few pages for Wu Guantian.

Wu Guantian frowned, put down the book in his hand, walked to the door and closed the door. As soon as he turned around, the lights that had been on in the room suddenly went out, and the room was pitch black, and the silence was terrifying.

Wu Guantian was alert and shouted in a low voice: "Who? Don't pretend to be a ghost, otherwise don't blame Wu for being polite."

As soon as Wu Guantian's voice fell, a red light suddenly appeared in the room, the red light on the ground was the thickest, and the higher the red light became, the lighter it became, like blood.

Wu Guantian's breath was obviously a little unstable, and he yelled angrily, "Who is pretending to be a ghost? Get out of here."

In response to Wu Guantian, there were a few casual cries, and in this small room, there were empty echoes.

In the corner where the red is thickest, a human figure slowly emerges, with something in his arms.

The person who was cowering in the corner slowly raised his head, either the face of the imaginary horror, a plain and indifferent melon seed face, or it was too pale, and there were tears in his eyes.

"Wu Lang, it's me," the female ghost smiled poignantly.

"Why are you?" Wu Guantian's eyes began to crack, and fear welled up from this crack.

This is his wife, with whom he has a son, and his life is quite happy. But he has had great ambitions since he was a child, determined to be a person who is dedicated to the world, and Xianmen is his preferred path.

But it is not easy to enter the immortal gate, and money is the first place. But the family was poor and couldn't come up with any savings money, so he chose an extreme method and sold his wife.

But his wife was naturally reluctant to live or die, he coaxed her softly and hardly, saying that he would come back to her when he became famous and famous, and he would never dislike her.

His wife still didn't agree with him, so he took the opportunity to secretly tie up his wife in the middle of the night and sold it to a large family nearby, selling it for a lot of money, enough for him to go to the fairy gate.

He works very hard and hard, and whenever he can't hold on, he thinks of his wife and children who have been waiting for him, and he grits his teeth and persists.

Later, he really soared, he became the sect master of Qishan, and he went back to pick up the mother and son with joy, but heard that his wife and children died the year after he left.

He was sad, he helped his wife and children build a beautiful tomb, and he came to see them every year, wasn't that enough?

"Why can't it be me? Don't you want to see me so much?" the female ghost looked desolate, and her tone was full of disappointment.

"No, I go to see you and my son every year," Wu Guantian said confidently.

"Why are you talking so much nonsense with him? Isn't it just a self-righteous negative man, go up and take his life" A deep male voice came, and there was a slender red figure beside the female ghost, which was a little redder than the red of the room.

Wu Guantian saw his wife with other men, and his heart was a little angry, "Who is that? How can you mix with other men?"

The red clothes chuckled and was creepy, "Hehehe, now I know that I am her man?

Wu Guantian was speechless for a while.

The red-clothed world looked down at the female ghost who was still crying, and shook her head, "Forget it, if you really can't bear it, let me come, anyway, this person must die today."

The red-clothed world walked towards Wu Guantian step by step, Wu Guantian kept retreating in horror, until he retreated to the wall, "You...... What do you want to do?"

A cold voice came from under the smiling face, "Congratulations, answer correctly, give you some reward, let you die a little more happily"

"Don't ...... No...... Yes, let me go...... I'll burn a lot of money for you" Wu Guantian was terrified, his eyes widened, and his hair seemed to stand on end.

The red cloth laughed lowly, cold and boneless, "Hehehe, it's really interesting, do you think I owe you that little bit of paper money?"

The red-clothed world waved his hand gently, and slowly crawled out of some gelatinous red from where Wu Guantian was sitting, and climbed onto Wu Guantian's body. Wu Guantian struggled violently, trying to make a sound to attract rescue, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the gelatinous thing got into his mouth, making him unable to make a sound.

The red gelatinous substance crawled along him until he was wrapped one by one, and slowly waited for the contents of the gelatinous substance to stop moving, and when it was completely quiet, the red gelatinous substance slowly dissolved, and finally burrowed into the ground again.

Hongyi looked at the motionless corpse with satisfaction, took out a piece of jade from his waist, and threw it on the table casually. That piece of jade was the piece that Su Elegy was missing.

turned around and glanced at the crying female ghost, said disgustedly, "It's useless", and left. The female ghost didn't follow him, and sat for a while before slowly fading away until it disappeared.

The red in the house gradually faded, and endless black filled the hut again.

There was no longer an image in front of me, and I slowly opened my eyes. At this moment, the warm sun is shining on the body, but there is no warmth at all.

Unexpectedly, their most respected sect master was such a person who abandoned his wife and children, and he died so much that he could be regarded as a justice for the mother and son.

The cause of Wu Guantian's death was like this, and the people of Qishan did not dare to pester Su Elegy anymore.

Out of Qishan, Ning Ying said angrily: "This Sect Master Wu looks well-dressed, I can't imagine that he has such a human-faced beast heart."

Su Wangge continued: "So the heart of the human heart is separated from the belly!", and glanced at Qing Xiang with a deep meaning, and Qing Xiang was terrified.

Ning Ying didn't find this detail, but just agreed with his mother's words, "Yes, yes, yes"

Buyan sighed, "Huh, I've finally found the real culprit, as for whether I want to take revenge, it's a matter of Qishan." I've got to go back and get some rest."

Su Wangge also nodded in agreement, she has really exhausted her recently! She has to go back and adjust her mentality that is about to collapse.

The five of them got together for a meal, and then went their separate ways and went back to their respective homes.