Haruka was concentrating on his recitation, when he was suddenly interrupted by a loud noise, as if he heard someone calling him, and he finally raised his eyes buried in the book and ink, and looked ahead.

Chuncao smiled at the figure in front of him and said, "Dark night, what a coincidence!"

Looking at this sunny man at night, he was quite emotional, such a young man next door actually pressed himself for four years, and he was left behind by him, and he couldn't even see his back.

Is the light of the fall so fierce?

His knowledge is so limited that he can't answer his own question at all.

The dark night put his oil-paper umbrella on his shoulder, and shouted at the spring grass: "What a coincidence! I have listened to you chant a chapter, and it is a coincidence! I have been waiting for you for a long time." ”

Chuncao looked around, pointed at himself again, and said to the night with a smile on his face: "Wait for me?"

I'll just say that you're much better at night than Yi Lai, and that man doesn't have any elegance at all, what do you think of this?"

Chuncao was very happy after speaking, and directly turned the "Book of the Dead" in his hand to a chapter, and recited it loudly to the night.

"The kingdom is near by the lintel of life and death, and the city of the dead is in the mountains of rest, a paradise of rivers, and the sky is the sun and the moon, and the stars are visible......

It is the mountain of rest, which the world has never seen, but the power of the Eternal, which is full of fruit trees all year round, a healthy tree that never withers, and a blessing for the spirits, and the dwelling place of the Eternal.

The rivers are turbulent and quiet, the spirits that are guided can be crossed, they are often sorrowful travelers, they are overwhelmed by the journey, they are dressed as they were when they were alive, they are told to take off their shoes from the Styx to the city of the dead, they are either afraid or hesitant, or they look left and right.

They may not be found, they are dead and still restless......"

I closed my eyes in the dark and listened to Chuncao's chanting quietly, without interrupting him, but listening to the chanting of a chapter in its entirety, which was a pleasure!

Ordinary people don't have this treatment, and there are only two people in the academy who enjoy this treatment the most, one is him in the night, and the other is Yilai!

When Chuncao finished chanting, the dark night was still reminiscent with his eyes closed, and he felt that the aftermath was still lingering in his ears, echoing with the magnetic voice of Chuncao.

"In the first section of the opening chapter of the Dead Country Chapter of the Book of the Dead, you Chuncao sings and recites it differently from other bards, but then again, I don't like to listen to this chapter very much, I prefer you to chant it. ”

After the night was finished, the cold light in his eyes shone brightly, and the miserable green light under his feet extended a little more towards the spring grass.

Chuncao looked at it without any nervousness, and the signature talent technique of the night that stretched towards him under his feet, the Land of the Dead!

He said to him, "All right! Each of the sacred scriptures of the Grim Reaper has its own essence and uniqueness, and not only the chanting is beautiful. ”

Ignoring Harukao's words, the night said to him, "What do you think of this place?

Chuncao was a little puzzled, looked at the students walking around the road, and then looked at the new floor tiles under his feet, he remembered that there were two big holes when he came back, and they were filled in so quickly.

He tilted his head and looked at the night and said, "Are you sure you have the courage to draw a knife against me?"

After listening to Chuncao's words, he directly shook his head and smiled at himself, "Sarcasm?"

"No, it's the truth!"

After hearing this sentence in the dark night, he directly looked up to the sky and laughed.

"Haha~~ The whole academy dares to say this to me Chuncao, even Yilai can't do it!"

Chuncao didn't squeak, stood quietly under the bright sun of the early morning, and after hugging a sunny smile towards the night, he just closed the ink roll in his hand and hugged it to his chest.

After laughing in the night, he stared at Chuncao tightly and said, "Do you know what courage is?"

A kind of courage that knows that the enemy is so strong and draws his sword and moves forward fearlessly!"

"It's not courage, it's obsession! Chuncao's words were unhurried and very pleasant, in stark contrast to the rising night on the opposite side.

The dark night glanced back at the dilapidated academy, and said to Chuncao in front of him: "Courage or obsession, but in the entire academy, Yi Lai and I dare to do this, don't we?"

"Is it that important?"

"It's not that important, you still occupy that position?

Yi Lai is much more anxious than me, if he is here today, he will not be too lazy to listen to you chanting!"

As soon as Yi Lai was mentioned in the dark night, Chuncao's brows were furrowed, and she felt a little angry, and said to him: "That's the ruffian!

Actually, I have no interest in this position, but my mentor told me that I can't lose in life, I just do what he told me and that's it!"

It is a teacher who is not a teacher, nor a teacher, this is a real preacher who has to bow and bow nine times, the real preacher and the practitioner, not like the parents of life, but definitely higher than the closest relatives, no one has given the inheritance without reservation in these years, and there is only a selfless teacher!

The night asked suspiciously, "The old priest who brought you to town?"

Chuncao nodded as acquiescence, and said to him again, "Are you sure you want to pull out your so-called knife?"

"If I don't even have this courage in life, I'll call it the dark night of fart, and I'll be called Tina instead. ”

As soon as the left hand was put down after the night was finished, the black and yellow oil-paper umbrella directly unfolded and floated behind him, and in an instant, the yin wind roared, the ghosts moved, and the black dead air filled the air.

A group of hideous spirits wandered at the entrance of the academy in an instant, obscuring the rising morning sun, only darkness gradually shrouded the earth, and there was no light!

The students passing by nearby were even more frightened, these were a full ninety-nine complete ghosts, not remnant souls!

Chuncao saw the ordinary oil-paper umbrella opened in the dark night, and a bunch of complete souls suddenly appeared, but he shook his head, stuffed the "Book of the Dead" in his hand to his waist, and said to the dark night in the ghost: "Satisfy your courage!"

Chuncao took a step forward, and the white sacrificial shoes stepped directly on the land of the dead in the dark night, and a slow voice came from his mouth.

"With the stars of the eternal night!"

The first seven words of the second section of the stars chapter of the simple "Book of the Dead" are not loud, and it can be said that they are as light as the wind.

But it was these seven words that came out of his mouth, but it was the words that struck the heart of the night, and the night directly closed his eyes and shouted at the spring grass in front of him: "Soul Eclipse - wandering!"

And when Chuncao sang a few words, a black sky directly appeared in the sky above the entire soul, and the stars in the night sky were even brighter and visible, and the bright stars seemed to have a magical power, directly absorbing the surrounding light, death, vitality, and of course, the soul of the night!

It's weird!

Chuncao is not a regular necromancer either!

Just like Darni Grayson said, none of these four people are normal, they are all crazy!

The night seems to know that this is going to happen, close your eyes and don't look at all, close the window of your soul, let go of your body's perception, so that you can feel better.

The powerful perception of the night gave him a unique sensitivity to death, and it can be said that he can see more clearly with his eyes closed than when he opens them!

"Harvest!"

This sound seemed to be an order, and the soul shadows that were wandering all over the sky were directly bitten fearlessly towards the white sacrificial robes, and the newly planted trees around them were even more dead, and they were directly blown down by the gusts of wind set off by the Yin Spirit.

"It can be the light of the world, and it is the constancy of the four poles!"

A few lines of the undead poem are sung directly from the mouth of the spring grass.

The stars in the night sky suddenly shine brightly with the poems of spring grass, and the stars in the sky are shining like bright lights, and the sentence "is the constancy of the four poles" is even more terrifying.

The dark night released the fierce soul shadow that ran towards the spring grass, and it was directly fixed in the entire void, as if time was suddenly frozen, and it was motionless at once, still maintaining the hideous expression just now.

In the dark night, I suddenly felt a strong churn of qi and blood, and the sea of spiritual consciousness in my brain was even more vibrating, and the soul fire at the bottom of my eyes flickered, like a candle in the wind, swaying and shaking.

"The mountain of rest has never been seen by the world, but it is the power of the Eternal, which is full of fruit trees all year round, and is a strong tree that never withers...... Go back to hell and rest in peace!"

The second verse of the first chapter of the Dead Country Chapter of the Book of the Dead, the singing that I just listened to in the night.

After Chuncao's poem roared at the soul shadow fixed in the void, countless fierce ghosts in mid-air seemed to be going back in time, directly rewinding towards the oil-paper umbrella behind the night.

And when all the dead souls entered the oil-paper umbrella, the umbrella shook violently, and there were bursts of whimpering sounds from inside.

I only heard the sound of "pop", and fell directly beside the dark night, making a crisp sound.

The Land of the Dead was instantly empty, with only the stars shining brightly in the night sky, and the miserable green earth at the foot of the night, indicating that this was once a battlefield.

The phantom of the dead soul is even more gone, and the light of the early morning sun shines in, and the miserable green on the illuminated earth gradually fades.

Hei Ye looked at the black butter paper umbrella that had fallen beside him, picked it up half-kneeling, and showed a silent wry smile at his baby.

After four years of preparation for sharpening a sword, it is still useless, those two backs are not something that can be shaken with a magic weapon, after all, they are foreign objects!

The dark night looked up at the spring grass that pulled out the "Book of the Dead" from his waist and said, "There are few Hell Poets in this empire, right?"

"Not much! I don't know. ”

The dark night hugged him with an expression that was more ugly than crying and said, "It's enough to have you." ”

In the dark night, it can be said that there is no power to fight back after being beaten, and Chuncao sang three lines of poetry, and the ninety-nine souls that he had worked hard to prepare for four years were directly beaten back by the farts and urine.

He is full of powerlessness now, it seems that he will still play with Yi Lai in the future, the "Book of the Dead" on the stall is a full 500 pages!

"The people revealed in this scripture have heard the chanting of the Eternals, and the travelers among them have revealed the truth to the earth!

They are an ancient people, who have been made of fine gold for remembering, and are commendable, and have heard and chanted before all the peoples, so that they will proclaim it to all the nations......"

Haruka ignored the night, but took the book of the "Book of the Dead" in his hand and read it aloud, rubbing his shoulders and walking towards the academy.

Chant verse 1!

This was the part of the night that he loved, and he listened to the beautiful singing, and shouted to the white figure in the distance, "Why are you here today?"

The white figure paused, glancing back at the night that was questioning him.

"Vice President Ogar told me to come today!"

After Haruka finished answering the night's words, she turned around and chanted loudly and walked towards the academy......

"Referring to the bitter people of this world who have written by word of mouth, and those who listen and chant among them may be justified and cross the river Styx ......"

The sound of the Book of Poetry also faded away with the shrinkage of the figure!

The dark night watched the disappearance of the spring grass, tightened the oil-paper umbrella in his hand again, and muttered to himself: "Hell poet! ”

After sighing in the dark night, he inserted the oil-paper umbrella in his hand into his back and walked towards the academy......