days, has changed color.

Under the red sky, the blood-red moon hung high in the sky, looking particularly dazzling and terrifying.

And those stars that should have been hidden in the dark night have broken through the shackles of darkness at this moment and bloomed with dazzling light, but their color is also blood red.

"I can't leave." Linghuo Six stepped down from my back and spoke with an indifferent expression.

Although she exaggerated how the Akatsuki resentful spirit was so awesome, I didn't seem to be nervous or scared when I looked at her demeanor, on the contrary, she still said very calmly.

Perhaps, I was scared silly, right?

"Here we are." Spiritfire Six suddenly reached out and pointed forward.

Just as Linghuo No. 6 said, five or six meters in front of her jade finger, a blood-red mist suddenly rose, and immediately after, this blood-red mist spread in an elliptical shape along all directions of me.

It seemed to envelop me and Spiritual Fire Six.

Looking at this fog, I subconsciously covered my mouth and nose and held my breath, thinking that this fog contained unknown poisonous gases.

However, the next moment, as the fog dissipated, a young and beautiful girl appeared in front of me out of thin air.

She was wearing a big red trailing gown, scattered red hair, naturally draped over her shoulders, very beautiful, really beautiful, but I don't know if it was because of the light, or if my eyes had an illusion, I always felt that this big red trailing gown was like a wedding dress that the bride would only wear when she got married.

"Mom is optimistic about my red wedding dress, don't let me die too soon......"

The girl slowly raised her head, and the long red hair spread along her temples, revealing a pair of scarlet eyes.

Scarlet eyes, staring at me like a sharp blade, slashing at my heart.

She sang as she stroked the trailing robe she was wearing.

"Once upon a time I had a home, and my dear parents, and one day my father was drunk, and he picked up an axe and walked to his mother......"

Tears welled down her eyes, down her face, and down the red eyes of the doll she held in her right hand.

The doll seemed to be crying too.

The girl holds the microphone in her left hand...... Uh, the microphone, what the hell? And, the most important thing is that she holds the microphone in her left hand, and the wire at the bottom of the microphone is not connected to the speaker, but the song sung by the girl seems to have been processed by the speaker, amplified, and like a demon, deeply imprinted in my mind.

Well, that's not the point.

The point is, when I saw the microphone in the girl's hand approaching her red lips, I knew that * was coming.

"My sister carried the doll on her back and went to the garden to see the cherry blossoms, and the doll cried to her mother, and the birds in the tree were laughing haha......"

"Doll, doll, why are you crying, do you remember your mother's words, doll, doll, don't cry anymore, just tell me if you have anything on your mind......"

After speaking, the girl closed her eyes, lowered her arms, and murmured silently at the corners of her mouth, "Suicide, no, painful ......"

After the song was sung, the surroundings returned to their original silence again.

Bang, bang, bang...... After a few moments, I clapped my hands.

Seriously, although the songs sung by the girl are extremely sad, extremely depressed, and extremely dark, I have to admit that her voice is indeed very tactful.

Her singing voice makes people feel immersive and wonderful, and this feeling is really peculiar, so I applauded her voice.

The girl was visibly stunned when she heard me applaud her, and then she bowed to me slightly as a sign of gratitude.

"Thank you." She smiled at me and said very politely.

However, it was this smile that made me shudder.

It is said that a beautiful woman laughs at the city, and then laughs at the country, but the girl in front of me is as beautiful as a fairy, but when she laughs, it is particularly weird, as if a ghost, showing her eerie teeth, wants to eat you, very terrifying.

But then again, the girl in front of me was originally a ghost, and it was a more powerful Akatsuki resentful spirit.

Rubbing my slightly numb scalp, I pretended to be calm and comforted myself, "I'm a ghost myself, and I have the power of the Holy Spirit Body, and the Spirit Fire Six is next to me, so I don't need to be afraid, right?" ”

Thinking like this, my little heart, which was beating suddenly, eased a lot.

"Little brother, you are the first ghost to hear me sing and applaud me, I am grateful, thank you."

The girl bowed again, and her voice broke my thoughts.

Penis? I see that you are only fifteen or sixteen years old, but you actually call me little brother, am I so young?

"I, nineteen." Touching my head shamefully, I raised my hand weakly.

"Nineteen? I'm only sixteen, so can I call you brother? The girl asked familiarly.

It's good if you're happy, I'm okay with that.

"Yes." I nodded.

At the moment when I finished nodding, there was a sharp pain in my waist.

Don't look around, dare to love me with Linghuo No. 6, look at her slightly pursed cherry lips, I rub, is she jealous?

"Brother, brother, my name is Lingling, what is your name?" Lingling ran up to me and introduced himself.

If, excluding her weird blood-red eyes and the terrifying smile raised at the corners of her mouth, she is really no different from an ordinary girl.

Beautiful, and has a cute nature, such a little Lori, naturally, captured me.

"Ye Xiaofan." I said my name.

"Brother Xiao Fan, can I call you like that?" The spirit came to me, the microphone in my hand, and the doll, long gone.

"Hmm." I continued to nod, and then continued to be pinched by Spiritual Fire Six in the waist.

Linghuo Six was angry, but she didn't say anything.

Uh, actually, I have a deep doubt, where is the wire at the end of the microphone connected?

In the air? Underground? It's not connected to the power supply, so how does it amplify Lingling's singing?

Well, it doesn't matter how it works, at least at this time, Ling Ling stretched out his slender right hand, "Hello, first meeting, Brother Fan." ”

"Hello, Lingling." I reached out and held it with her cold right hand.

To be honest, I originally wanted to call her Ling'ermei, after all, it would be more affectionate, but when I caught a glimpse of Linghuo Six's tightly clenched little fist, I felt the need to keep a certain distance from Lingling.

Just to be on the safe side.

After greeting each other, the corners of Lingling's mouth turned up again, "Na, Brother Xiaofan, marry me......"