"Am I really a Heavenly Master?" Everyone said that he was a heavenly master, and after a long time, he felt that he was a heavenly master.

"Heavenly Master, look." Liu Bo pointed to the hanging statues on the wall, lifelike Wei Wuwen was dressed in the costume of a celestial master, staring at them with sharp eyes.

"Ah, it's really me." Mo Wuwen really couldn't believe it this time, how could it be so similar, rubbed his eyes carefully and looked at it again, and muttered: "It's me, it's really me!" ”

"It's you, Heavenly Master, but you have to retrieve the memories and skills of your previous life, otherwise you are no different from ordinary mortals."

"Maybe I'm really the reincarnation of the Heavenly Master." At this point, I really believe it.

"Ah, I'm going to sleep, remember not to open them anyway, whoever it is, whatever happens." Liu Bo yawned again and again, but carefully admonished, and paced back to the door of the room.

The lamp, still an old bulb, glows a weak orange red, the wind seems to be blowing outside the window, banging on the window lattice, the light is turning over and over in the night, and the night is like insomnia for a long time and refuses to leave.

In the middle of the night, a faint shout came from the window, and it was hard to fall asleep into the ears of Mo Wuwen, who finally fell asleep, "Heavenly Master, Heavenly Master save me." ”

Mo Wuwen closed his eyes and waved with his hand, but he couldn't disperse, and the fluttering sound still lingered in his ears. When I opened my eyes, I saw a flesh and blood body hanging in front of the bed, with no facial features, and my face was like a boiling oil pot, bubbling with large and small bubbles.

"Ahh At the end of the exclamation, the porcelain piece in his hand was drawn out, and the bubbles rolled faster and faster, turning into wisps of smoke and escaping into the bulb, and the bulb became more and more crimson and swayed left and right.

"Heavenly Master, save me, Heavenly Master save me, me, me..."

Such a flesh and blood body is unheard of, remembering exactly the same as the demon that came out of the barren pig in the gray world, will it have anything to do with it? Mo Wuwen finally couldn't bear the endless shouting outside the window, and got up to get close to the window.

It was pitch black outside the window, and he couldn't see anything, and when he approached the window, the shouting stopped. But at this moment, the crimson bulb swayed violently and seeped out a little blood stain, which wanted to drip down anytime and anywhere.

The flustered Mo Wuwen was about to rush out of the door, he suddenly remembered that the old man had told him not to open the door no matter what, so he turned around and slammed on Uncle Liu's door, "Uncle Liu, Uncle Liu, open the door." ”

No one responded, and Mo Wuwen kicked the door hard, but the door did not move like a rock. The blood began to drip down, splashing on the ground, slowly spreading on the floor, seeping into the feet of the last unheard.

Regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, Mo Wuwen didn't want to continue to stay in the house and rushed out of the door.

There was nothing outside the door, except for the darkness and the fierce wind.

It was a little cold outside, but Mo Wuwen still didn't dare to step into the door again, he was afraid of the bloody lights.

"Heavenly Master, I'm here." The demon's familiar voice sounded behind him.

"You just called me out there?"

"I've always been here alone, no one, and I can't get into the house"

"You've been here?"

"Heavenly Master, this place is too evil, let's leave quickly."

In the village not far away, there seemed to be lights flickering, and Mo Wuwen decided to leave this place quickly.

"Heavenly Master, why are you talking to yourself outside the house alone, come back quickly." Liu Bo actually appeared at the door at this time, and his face was still so pale under the orange light.

One is Uncle Liu, who has never known each other, and the other is a demon who has not known each other for a long time.

"Heavenly Master run, he's chasing after him." The demon's voice blew through the ears of the awakened and contemplative end.

Liu Bo changed his faltering steps yesterday, and strode towards him, shouting, "Be careful, get into the house!" ”

didn't have time to react, Mo Wuwen turned around and went straight to the direction of the village with lights, but the closer he ran, the orange of the village's lights became thicker and thicker, and gradually turned into a crimson flame, jumping non-stop.

The frightened Mo Wuwen ran in another direction, but the flames spread around him, and the crimson gradually dissolved into a pool of blood flowing towards him.

In a hurry, he could only resign himself to fate, and subconsciously sacrificed his life-saving grass: celadon pieces.

In the panic, he mistakenly took out the demon refining pot, dancing against the approaching blood, and a miracle appeared, and the blood quickly faded. I only heard the demon panting, "Heavenly Master, Heavenly Master, don't shake it, if you shake it again, I'll die." ”

And Liu Bo, who caught up behind him, panted and exclaimed, "Demon refining pot!" ”

"You, you..." Mo Wuwen looked at Uncle Liu, who was getting closer and closer, and felt a little frightened, he felt that all this fear was related to Uncle Liu, and the demon refining pot in his hand was aimed at Uncle Liu at any time.

"Heavenly Master, you are auspicious, and you actually have the treasure of the demon refining pot."

"Don't come here." Mo Wuwen had already shaken the demon refining pot at Liu Bo, hoping to put him in the pot.

But Uncle Liu stopped as if nothing had happened, and waved his hands straight, "Heavenly Master, listen to me, where you run, the strings of lights are ghost fires, and they are all old cemeteries." “

The night gradually faded, and the sky was shining with stars, and you could see three or five graves scattered not far away.

"Don't come here, I'm welcome to come again." Mo Wuwen continued to wave the demon refining pot at Liu Bo.

"Heavenly Master, don't get me wrong, really don't go forward, it's dangerous."

"Then you say, why do your light bulbs bleed?" The demon refining pot in Mo Wuwen's hand was pointed straight at Liu Bo, pointed at him like a loaded gun, and would fire whenever there was a stir.

"How can there be a light bulb that bleeds, it's the illusion of the demon envoy, just to get you out of the house and attack you."

"Don't listen to this old man, he has a lot of haze on him." The demon's persuasion came softly in the ears of the end of the unheard.

"Who's telling the truth?" At the end of the day, the heart of the unknown was beating wildly, and it was impossible to judge the truth or falsehood. It's not going in, it's not going back, Mo Wuwen just hopes that the sky will light up soon, he remembers that the ghosts in the story of Liaozhai suddenly disappeared when the golden rooster reported the dawn.

Mo Wuwen stood in the wind in a daze, until someone woke him up.

"Young man, why are you still here?" The villagers I saw that day had already gotten up and were ready to go down to the field with their hoes on their shoulders.

"I, I, I, I didn't have a car last night, I spent the night at Uncle Liu's house, I couldn't sleep, and I got up in the morning to walk."

"Uncle Liu's house?"

"Yes, it's next to the big willow tree."

"I didn't sleep, young man, there is no house under the willow tree, there is the demon well of the Heavenly Master back then."

"Ahh The stunned Mo Wuwen was speechless.

"Uncle Liu." He shouted and looked for him, but Liu Bo, who was still there just now, disappeared without a trace.

"He's long gone." The little demon reported the news in time.

"I have to get out of this place." Mo Wuwen walked up to the villagers and asked, "Uncle, where is the bus back to the city this morning, and when will it be available?" ”

"It's hard to say, one car a day and then go back and forth from time to time."

In this case, it seems that I can only take a taxi, and I want to search my pocket for a business card.