I regained consciousness again, everything around me has become calm, there is no movement at all, the sleep under my feet also seems very calm, it is Uncle Mo, he is more than ten meters away from me, looking at me in surprise.

"Qingyuan, why? Is it your obsession? ”

"Ah, Uncle Mo, no matter what, I won't leave my friends behind." I said word by word, Uncle Mo showed an approving look, and then laughed and shook his head.

I feel very strange now, as if I am crammed into a very small space with people, with half of my hands and feet, unable to move, and my outside has also changed.

I looked at the water, reflecting my current appearance, a breeze blowing, strands of red and black mixed hair, falling down, my long red and black hair, dragged to my waist, fluttering in the breeze.

The left eye is black, the right eye is blood red, black circles, under the eye, on the right half, there is a red line that extends to the bottom of the neck, the color, very bright, like a blood mark.

My whole expression has also changed significantly, I almost can't recognize myself, my expression is a little stiff, but in the stiffness, there is a sense of anger, a little like a smile but not a smile.

I can't figure out what I am now, but what I can feel is that there is an unusually powerful force in my body, and I don't feel that I will lose to Uncle Mo at all.

Yin Qiu, at this time, I am afraid that I am in a corner of my body, snickering, the throbbing that wants to laugh out loud, constantly transmitted.

Suddenly, I clutched my stomach and laughed, this was not my will, it was between Yin and hatred, the laughter seemed very wild, the kind of laughter that couldn't bear it and finally broke out.

I squinted at my movements, the laughter continued, and I could clearly feel that Yin Qiu was very happy at this time, and the happy feelings were constantly transmitted from my mind.

"Don't make a fuss, Yin Feud." I finally couldn't take it anymore and shouted, and suddenly, with a buzz in my head, I lost consciousness, and in a black space, there was a large blood-red light, and I floated towards it.

However, at this moment, in the blood-red light, suddenly, a picture appeared, my eyes widened, it was Yin Qiujian, a scholar's appearance, his face was fair, but his expression was frozen, and the blood kept sliding down at the corners of his mouth.

"Young Master......" I saw a person running towards Yin Qiujian, and the image became clearer and clearer, and there were many people around, and the voice was also clear, it was a mocking sound.

"Why did the Yin family have such a scum, they deserve it, they are dead."

"yes, let me kick him a few more times."

"He should be stripped of his bones."

It was a bruised hatred all over his body, his chest, blood, had already dyed his clothes red, his eyes had begun to scatter, and he seemed to be dying.

"Young master, you, you ......"

I saw a middle-aged man in his forties, his face was full of grief and anger, and tears kept falling, and this person, I seemed to have an impression, and I just thought about it, and I heard a cold voice.

"Zhuang Xian, bury the young master of your family, let's bury it, the others, go."

I looked over, it was Shen Yanjun, I looked at him in surprise, in his hand, holding a blood-stained long sword, standing in front of Yin Qiu.

"Don't blame me, I didn't mean to kill you......"

"Shenyanjun, and you, you, you, I'm going to kill you."

Sure enough, on the ground, the person holding Yin Qiu was Zhuang Bo, his eyes were red with anger, and he wanted to stand up and fight with the people around him, but in an instant, the people around him all leaned over and took out their weapons one after another.

In an instant, I saw that in the dying moment, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his hand, like a pliers, clasped Zhuang Bo and shook his head vigorously.

"Enough, Uncle Zhuang, at least, someone collected my body, death, it's really an extremely unpleasant thing, hehe."

"Young master......" Uncle Zhuang cried, and he clasped Uncle Zhuang's hand between Yin and hatred, but he never let go, he slowly closed his eyes.

"Stop."

It was Shen Yanjun, he saw that those people around wanted to make a move on Zhuang Bo, and immediately roared, and then everyone else dispersed.

"Zhuang Xian, as a loyal servant, in this life, you should take care of your young master's spirit."

I looked at it in surprise, the picture revealed in the red gas in front of me, this is the matter of Yin Qiujian's death, I clenched my fists, and looked at Yin Qiujian, who was lying in Zhuang Bo's arms, had died, and still had a smile on his face.

"Don't cry, cry what to cry." Suddenly, I saw a vague, white hatred, one hand, patted Uncle Zhuang on the shoulder.

"Young Master......" My face, like Uncle Zhuang, showed the same frightened look.

"So this is the ghost, hehe, it's really a little special, how it feels now."

"This ......" Zhuang Bo stopped crying, stood up in amazement, stretched out his hand, and wanted to touch the white hatred, but he couldn't.

"It's not a matter of leaving it like this, it's summer these days, Uncle Zhuang, get some firewood and burn that thing."

I looked at it in amazement, at this time, there was no sadness or anger on his face, on the contrary, he seemed to feel that he had become a ghost, and he was very happy, which made Uncle Zhuang startled.

"Why are you stunned, Uncle Zhuang, when the time comes, my corpse stinks, it smells bad, hurry up."

The fire was raging, and Zhuang Bo held the corpse of Yin Qiujian and looked at it blankly, Yin Qiujian, who had become a ghost.

"Young master, this is what you said, I'm going to burn it."

"Burn it, don't bring it with you when you live, don't bring it with you when you die, it's just a pile of rotten meat, what's the nostalgia? It's just a nasty feeling, the feeling of being dead. ”

There was a crackling sound, and I saw Uncle Zhuang reverently kneeling on the ground, muttering, as if it was a sermon, and Yin Qiu impatiently walked over and kicked Uncle Zhuang.

"Young Master, what are you doing?"

"I'm annoyed, don't you know, I'm annoyed by this, let's go, wait until tomorrow morning, just put the ashes away, it's almost dawn, I have to at least test it, what is it like to be a ghost."

This is indeed a grudge, very casual, or rather, very capricious.

I couldn't help but laugh and showed a knowing smile, I believe that seeing this scene, I and Zhuang Bo are in the same mood at this time.

In Yin Qiujian's eyes, there was no nostalgia for his body, and he turned his head very neatly, and floated up very chicly, as if he had been reborn.

"Young master, you wait for me." Zhuang Bo panted and chased after him.

"What's next? Revenge, right? ”

"Revenge?" Yin Qiu asked rhetorically.

"I'm living a good life now, how can I take revenge?"

"This, this, this ......" Zhuang Bo looked Yin Qiu up and down, and was speechless for a while.

"I'm just living in the form of a ghost now, and then, I just want to do some things that I want to do, for example, how about becoming a ghost king? As a human being, because of all the things in the yang world, I can't achieve it, but I have become a ghost, so what, Uncle Zhuang, are you willing to accompany me? ”

"Young master, even if I go to the soup and go to the eighteenth layer of hell, I will follow you."

"Then it's okay, what is the ink? Let's go. ”

I sighed, and at this moment, suddenly, the picture I saw in front of me was distorted, and gradually, it was an extremely blood-red face, especially those eyes, which made people shudder, this was a face made of blood-red, staring at me like this.

"What are you snooping on?"

There was a roar that sounded like hell, deafening, and terrifying, and I took several steps back, and I didn't know what this blood-red mass was.

"Brother, what's so nice about this." Yin Qiujian stood behind me, patted me on the shoulder, and suddenly, I came to my senses.

In front of him, it was still the same as before, and Uncle Mo seemed to be talking about something.

"Qingyuan, your soul has been completely controlled by Yin Qiujian, now you, the situation is very dangerous, don't be rash anymore."

Uncle Mo said, I shook my head.

"Uncle Mo, if you really want to settle the feud, I will defeat you."

As I spoke, the control of my body seemed to return to me as my mind moved.

"Brother, according to your own wishes, do it, and I will assist you a little."

The voice of Yin Qiu appeared in my mind, I nodded, exhaled, and rushed towards Uncle Mo, I felt that I already knew a lot of things in my brain.

Whew, I floated to Uncle Mo, he looked at me helplessly, suddenly, his face returned to indifference, holding the phoenix, he slashed towards me, and at the same time, under my feet, on the surface of the water, rolled up a sharp stream, rushing towards me.

"Stay away, brother." I exhaled, and quickly turned into a cloud of red and black smoke, I followed the ghost network, and in an instant I avoided Uncle Mo's double attack, and reappeared, already above Uncle Mo's head.

Suddenly, I felt that from behind, a stone fell towards us, and I was about to dodge, but I found that on my back, the blood-colored lines, and the stones that fell down, were torn apart.

The blood threads, like spider webs, but many times thicker than spider silk, fluttered behind me.