Double Ninth Festival, in front of Hanying Building.

It was late at night, and the bustle of the city in the distance was still noisy. The woman with the dogwood accompanied the children slowly towards the house, all holding paper kites in their hands. The vendors stopped shouting, and their colleagues who were talking about their wives and children at home during the day chattered one by one. The colorful and delicate remnant chrysanthemums all the way were trampled by the footsteps of the people coming and going, and slowly sank into the soft land.

Turning your gaze back to this slightly remote area, a gold-edged plaque with three big characters written on Hanying Building hangs in front of the door of this five-storey building. The excitement has moved from the city to here, and the party here has just begun.

But there is no flute, no zhengpa, everything is eerily quiet. Only the water droplets fall regularly on different drum surfaces, striking different sounds. Looking up, the upstairs paper window reflects the figure of the person inside, dancing in this subtle, regular rhythm. People lined up in an orderly manner to enter, talking in whispers from time to time.

He looked at the building silently, and his indifferent gaze was not appreciative.

When he was in line, he took out the invitation card from his black placket and handed it to the other party. The man looked at him and let him in.

The fragrance of chrysanthemums is very light, perhaps because the overly bright colors take most of the senses. But he withdrew his gaze and stared blankly at the stairs in the direction ahead. The two men asked him to stretch out his arms and examine the visitor's weapons. A man unloaded his only saber and lined up in order beside the stored weapons.

Another said: "Please deposit any kind of weapon here." ”

He opened his clenched hand, and a verdant jade ring fell, falling on the red rope of his wrist.

"Don't be nervous, it's just a decoration." He didn't smile.

After being released, he went up.

This is a good place, carved beams and paintings, fragrant. There is no incense burner inside, and it relies on the flowers purchased on the eve of the Double Ninth Festival, and the aroma of the wood of the tables and chairs themselves. Hanying Building itself is a theater building, and now it is rented to others at a low price. The current owner is a retired onmyoji, old. Hanying Building is a tea house on weekdays, and anyone can come here to rest and drink tea. When the night came, the curtains were drawn, and they gathered together to talk about the disgraceful news.

The scenery here is good, the location is clean, and the rent is cheap. Many walkers who wander in the gray area like to come here to find out the wind. It was his first time here, and he had only heard of it before.

And for the last time.

Several swordsmen on the top floor fell silently. It's a big room, with curtains drawn and screens erected. The room is staggered, pushing cups and changing lamps, and it is very lively. The dancers stride to the beat drowned out by the sound of words, ghostly shadows disappearing on the screen.

The person sitting in the upper seat was the owner of Hanying Building. He is old, full of gray temples, but he is full of spirit, raising a glass and talking and laughing with a group of people who are not confused. Those people are so flattering that anyone who listens to them will be fluctuated in the smell of wine. He was naturally no exception, his face was full of red light in his flamboyant tongue, and he squinted around the table as if he was looking at his own heir.

It's nothing more than words like blessing such as the East China Sea, Shoubi Nanshan, Chongyang Ankang and so on. Plus some of the beautiful or not-so-glorious deeds of his youth. But no matter what words are spoken, from what mouth, and in what form they are spoken, they all have different meanings in them. It will be said that it is wrong, that black will be said that it will be white, and that it will be good and bad, and that the words will be spoken and listened to.

"Your location is surrounded by mountains and rivers, sitting in the north and facing south, which is really a treasure land for health."

"What kind of life, a handful of age, old bones." He responded with a smile.

A cold male voice burst in suddenly.

"It's time to come to an end."

As soon as these words came out, the audience was dumbfounded. The old man was visibly stunned, and his shriveled face turned redder with a slight drunkenness and irritation.

"Who is making a mistake here?"

It was a very young voice that said that, and it should not be worthy of anyone in the room. They looked around in a hurry, looking for people all over the room who spoke, all of them with their heads covered and their brains covered, but they didn't dare to snub the adults at the table.

"This building is not bad," the owner of the voice continued, "but unfortunately it will soon be in ruins." ”

They finally found the source of the sound. He came in at some point, dressed in black, and disappeared in the dim candlelight. It seems that he has been in the house for a long time. The young man was about half-in his twenties, with a neat short black hair tied at the back of his head, and his amber eyes were quiet and empty. In the shadows, as a group of people panicked looking for weapons, he showed a composure that did not belong to his age.

Someone shouted loudly for guards, and he quickly raised his wrist. The nearest candle went out, and with the light of the fire disappeared with the man's unpleasant voice.

The man clutched his neck in astonishment, something had penetrated his throat, causing all the sound to snuff into the tiny hole. The hidden weapon pierced the neck and embedded deep into the wall behind it.

It's a weasel tooth.

Everyone shook their heads, and he snapped his fingers again, and a crackling sound of electricity sounded on his fingertips, gold and white were staggered, electric light flickered, and a thunderbolt fell from the sky, penetrating the roof tiles, splitting the table full of wine and meat, and all the dishes, lamps and candles fell to the ground. The wind snuffed out all the lampstands, and everything went dark. The old fellows panicked and ran away, but he didn't care. Lightning struck, and the old man in the upper seat was alerted to the fact that the place was empty. He stretched out his trembling, withered hand and rubbed his eyes. There was another burst of thunder, and a terrifying aura approached.

Then there was a bolt of lightning, shining a gloomy face in front of him.

There was also a huge, pitch-black beast behind him, like a jackal and a wolf, with a fierce and terrifying gaze. The white fangs glowed blue, making it suspicious that the next moment would be stained with blood.

The crackling sound continued. From the sound of porcelain breaking at the beginning, to the messy and panicked footsteps of people, and now mixed with the sound of burning wood. The scorching light of the fire came from below, gilding the young man and the monster that had fallen with his thunder in the sky.

"I heard that the older the mediocre people are, the more greedy they are for money and afraid of death." He said coldly.

"Yes, who sent you, and how much did he spend? What do you want? I'll give you as much as you want, and I'll ...... whatever you want."

"Don't you ask who I am?" The young man came closer.

"And who are you?"

"Dead people don't need to know," he sneered, "and that's enough for me to remember you." ”

The young man turned away. The large, ferocious tengu approached, causing the cry to turn into a scream, followed by a dying wail.

Then it fell silent.

The fire grew more intense. The people downstairs knocked over the candles in their panic and fled, and the fire was still spreading, trying to devour all the unspoken secrets. The young man calmly departed, and took with him the saber that belonged to him, and the rest of the more fancy and expensive weapons, which he did not look at much.

It wasn't until he had left hundreds of paces that he drew his horizontal knife and examined it briefly. The knife is like black jade, and the pattern is like the flowing water of Hetian Mountain. Then he looked up and looked back at the building from which he had come. In the distance, it was obvious that the roof tiles had been opened by lightning, and there were soaring flames coming out of it. There was the sound of beasts breaking through wooden structures and broken objects, and the sounds of pleas and screams in the house came and went. Some people fled from the doorway with fire on them, and some people fell from the window.

Occasionally, the silhouette of a tengu flickered by, engulfing the remnants of the human body along with the flames.

There are voices in the ears, and there are people who are not moved.

He looked at the building silently, and his indifferent gaze was not appreciative.

Pitch black night and burning fire - how familiar it all is. Now he just returned the scene. Although such a scene has passed more than 20 years, it can still bring back his terrible memories and make people a little dizzy.

"Tsk, it's really burning."

A flirtatious voice came to my ears, and putting my hand on the hilt of the knife was my first reaction. But a moment of thought made him stop his next move—though his hand was always quicker than he realized, and the blade was already halfway out.

He felt an unusually strong demonic aura, and it was not the best choice to go against it in the first place.

A slender, white hand rested on his forearm holding the knife and snapped the blade back. The red nails were pointy and long, as eye-catching as the fire over there. He didn't turn his face, but just looked sideways slightly, and saw a pair of curved golden crescents sleeping in a pair of silky eyes.

"The Six Paths of Impermanence......

"Yes, Tang Shaoxia recognizes me."

He turned his head and met the man's eyes. The impermanence stopped talking, and he also looked away and looked at Hanying Tower.

"Why are you looking for me?"

"Well, you're here for revenge, aren't you? The landlord was the guy who sold the news that they were going to die...... In this case, why don't I help you again? ”

"What?"

With a wave of his sleeves, the building a hundred steps away suddenly burst into flames, and the flames rose from the ground, engulfing the entire building in an instant, and the slight firelight that had previously burst out from inside was eclipsed and was included in it. The fire was swelling and growing like life, almost completely covering the five-story building, with only faint silhouettes flashing in the blinding firelight. The sky was lit up by the fire on the ground, and everything around it became clear, as if it were day.

His eyes widened slightly, and Immortal Moon Jun immediately said, "Don't worry, your little dog will be fine." Burn it harder, so that there will be no evidence of the hair you fell there. ”

His hand moved to the hilt of the knife again. It wasn't that he didn't think that the Six Realms of Impermanence would target him—and with the people and monsters he had killed, it would be sooner or later. It's just that no matter what, he can't see through the impermanent ghost in front of him. He doesn't like the feeling of the unknown, he needs to be in control.

"What do you want?"

Immortal Moon Jun came closer, elbows resting on his shoulders and propping up his chin with the back of his hand. He looked at him and saw an incomprehensible smile in his eyes. He also smelled the smell of the other party, faint, like those chrysanthemums in the building, and like lotus.

"I said, I'll help you."