"En......" In the darkness, Hua Lian slowly opened his eyes.

It was the first time he had awakened in all the years he had been sealed.

Hua Lian felt that his body was a little uncontrollable, and he looked down at himself. His physical body is probably rotten, and his soul has gradually declined in the thousand-year-old seal, and his demonic power is probably not half of what it used to be.

But why did he wake up? He thought he would sleep until his soul was gone.

Hua Lian thought for a moment.

He didn't think about it for long, after all, the immediate task now was to get out of this darkness.

Hua Lian's fluttering soul passed through a door, went up the stairs, and then an iron door, and he easily passed through the iron gate, and then through the ground.

And the next picture made Hua Lian a little confused.

He seemed to be in a house, but the house in front of him was very different from what it was before he was sealed.

Because he was unfamiliar, he wandered around the house, sometimes into other people's rooms.

The furnishings in the house also made him curious.

Hua Lian stared at the TV and watched his reflection, and couldn't help but poke it with his transparent hand.

What is it? Hard, can see your own shadow, is it a mirror?

It's weird stuff.

Hua Lian poked and poked and accidentally touched the TV and turned it on, and the TV lit up suddenly, which scared Hua Lian.

He immediately made a defensive gesture, only to find that the "mirror" was not attacking him, but only showing some images.

Could this be a magic weapon? Hua Lian took a few steps closer.

The man who was sleeping soundly on the bed saw that the TV was suddenly turned on, and he looked puzzled, and after thinking about it, he thought that maybe he forgot to turn it off before going to bed, so he should press the remote control.

So he got up, walked through Hua Lian's body to the TV and turned it off, turned around and walked back to the bed.

Hua Lian saw that he turned off the TV, and he didn't know what to think, so he pressed the switch again and turned on the TV again.

The man heard the sound of the TV again, his back numb, turned around, and watched the TV in a daze for a few seconds.

Hua Lian saw his stunned expression, and suddenly became interested, and turned the TV on and off again.

The man was momentarily dumbfounded, turned around and rushed out of the room, waking up the whole family.

Hua Lian looked at the back of the man running away, and the corners of his mouth hooked into a triumphant smile.

No matter how many years have passed, no matter how drastically the mortal life has changed, the character of the mortal will never change.

With that in mind, he went to another room.

Within days, rumors of the old apartment building being haunted spread far and wide, and many people were afraid to go home because they were scared.

The old people burned incense, paper money, and charms, but it didn't seem to have any effect.

Hua Lian walked around this building for a long time, and he found that he couldn't get out at all, although the seal on his body was lifted, but the seal of this realm was still intact.

If it was two thousand years ago, Hua Lian would have been able to break out, but now, he couldn't even die with the seal.

This made Hua Lian very irritable.

He had thought of devouring mortal souls to replenish his demonic power, but when his hand passed through the body of a middle-aged man and touched his soul, he was suddenly disgusted, and instantly withdrew his hand, and even shook it twice in disgust.

Not all mortals have remained unchanged for two thousand years.

The mortal became more and more filthy and filthy, and even his soul exuded disgusting desires.

He's not the kind of demon who isn't picky and can accept anything.

I have to think of another way......

In a dimly lit room in one of the houses in a building, two rows of candles flickered on and off, and the bells hanging by the altar shook violently and made a crisp sound.

Mo Shuchen was originally meditating with his eyes closed, and he couldn't help but open his eyes when he heard the sound of the bell.

His dark pupils reflected the candle flame, and his lips opened slightly, "Finally awake." The original cold expression seemed to have changed slightly.

Mo Shuchen waved his hand, and the candles and bells that were originally restless instantly fell silent.

In the dilapidated apartment building, rumors of haunting intensified, and every day different Taoist priests or monks, or even tarot card counters, were invited to exterminate demons, but they were all scared away.

Hua Lian didn't want to do this, he wanted to go out, but he couldn't think of an idea for the time being, so he could only use his little demon power to attract nearby demons or souls and ask about the situation.

That's it, he has a general understanding of the current world, but those demons or souls are recruited by him with great difficulty, even if it is useless, he can chat with him, so he didn't drive it away.

And those Taoist priests made Hua Lian feel angry and funny.

Hua Lian could see at a glance that those were just liars, and fiddling with the so-called charms was actually useless.

He was annoyed by the chattering scriptures from the mouths of the Taoist priests, so he scared them away with a random movement.

There were one or two people with a little bit of ability in the middle, Hua Lian originally wanted to discuss with them and let him out, but he didn't like to stay here.

But before he finished speaking, the two shouted at him and shouted at him, Hua Lian had no choice but to do it.

At night, Hua Lian sat bored by the window and watched the soul floating outside, and he couldn't help but complain in his heart that the appearance of some people dying was really ugly.

And the demons are all little demons, not only useless, but also pretentious.

The moonlight in the night sky softly passed through Hua Lian's body, making him feel very comfortable, and the demonic power had the feeling of recovering a little bit, although it was not much, but it was much better than the feeling of being erratic.

This moonshine has not changed for many years. Hua Lian raised his hand, and the moonlight passed through Hua Lian's transparent palm and landed on the windowsill behind him.

Maybe after a few hundred years of moonshine, he will be able to break the seal and get out? Hua Lian thought self-deprecatingly.

Suddenly, the spirits outside began to feel restless and even flee. Almost within a minute, the soul and the little demon were gone.

Just when Hua Lian felt strange, a man in a white shirt appeared under the windowsill.

He looked up and looked at Hua Lian.

Hua Lian looked at him with a sense of familiarity, as if he had seen it before, but he couldn't remember it.

However, this person actually scared away the souls and demons he recruited, and it seems that he has some ability.

Mo Shuchen looked at Hua Lian sitting on the windowsill, his left index finger trembled slightly, and in a trance, he appeared in front of Hua Lian.

Hua Lian was startled, secretly said "not good", turned around and wanted to run away.

But before he could take two steps, his soul was contained.

He was dizzy, and there was no room to resist.

Mo Shuchen took Hua Lian away and disappeared into the night.

When Hua Lian woke up again, he was bound by a charm in a large font, and there was a magic circle under his feet, which made him unable to move.

Hua Lian was angry and struggled desperately to no avail.

It's really a tiger falling in Pingyang and being bullied by dogs! Knowing this, he might as well not wake up and just sleep to death!

Mo Shuchen walked into the room, looking at Hua Lian without speaking, he couldn't see anything with a cold and indifferent expression, but Hua Lian always felt that these eyes seemed to have seen somewhere.

"Hey! Who are you? Don't you want to live if you dare to catch me! Hua Lian was obviously passive, but he didn't give up.

"I will give you nine seals, and you will follow me to cultivate in the human world in the future." After speaking, the doorbell outside rang, and Mo Shuchen turned around to open the door.

"Hey! Don't go! Make it clear! What are you! Why should I follow you to cultivate! Hua Lian was so angry that he scolded him, but the people outside just ignored him.

Mo Shuchen opened the door, and it was an anxious middle-aged man, wearing a high-end suit and glasses, and he didn't know where to put it.

"Is it Master Mo?" The middle-aged man seemed to be afraid of being seen, and looked around from time to time when he spoke.

Mo Shuchen frowned instantly, and didn't seem to like this title very much: "Just call me Mr. Mo." ”

"Okay, Mr. Mo, can you let me in and talk? I'm in trouble...... Something important! The middle-aged man can also emphasize it.

Mo Shuchen nodded and let him in.

The middle-aged man walked into the living room, and Mo Shuchen pointed to the sofa: "Sir, you sit down first, and I'll pour you a cup of tea." ”

The middle-aged man nodded and sat down on the couch.

Hua Lian, who was in the room, smelled the smell of people, and he suddenly had an idea.

Hua Lian once learned enchantment from the fox demon, and maybe it can come in handy now.

He used his demonic power to drive his enchantment, and a sweet smell emanated from Hua Lian's body and wafted to the living room. When the middle-aged man smelled the smell, his mind was instantly bewitched, and he unconsciously stood up and walked along the aroma.

The middle-aged man stood in front of the room, Hua Lian saw him, and knew that he had been bewitched by himself, so he proudly hooked the corners of his mouth and said softly: "Destroy the formation under my feet, let me out." ”

The middle-aged man nodded, walked in uncontrollably, picked up an ever-bright lamp next to him and wanted to throw it at his feet to burn the formation.

At this moment, Mo Shuchen appeared behind the middle-aged man and knocked him unconscious.

The smile on the corner of Hua Lian's mouth froze as he watched the man fall in front of him.

Mo Shuchen glanced at him and shouted, "Little black and white." ”

In an instant, two boys about five or six years old appeared beside Mo Shuchen, who looked exactly the same and dressed identically.

"Take him back to the living room." Mo Shuchen commanded.

Two boys dragged the middle-aged man to the living room.

Mo Shuchen also left with him, and closed the door before leaving.

There was an extra sigil on the closed door.

The middle-aged man was dragged into the living room by Xiao Hei Xiaobai, and Mo Shuchen erased the memory he had just woken him up.

"Sir."

The middle-aged man came back to his senses: "Huh? What's wrong with me? "His memory was shattered.

"Sir, you're distracted." Mo Shuchen put the teacup in front of him, and the sound of the teacup touching the glass made him sober up instantly.

"Ah, yes. I'm sorry, there have been too many things recently, and I can't help but come to Mr. Mo. The middle-aged man frowned, looking very anxious.