Night, like a wide curtain, quietly opened, covering the mountains, rivers, fields...

The night had fallen, and the moon was in the sky, accompanied by the lonely moonlight, and only the stars were as colorful as jelly beans in the hands of children.

The moonlight tonight is different from the usual.

Three hundred years of troubled county, July 15.

The night of the Blood Moon.

Above the empty and mysterious valley.

"Ahh

An earth-shattering cry of a woman resounded throughout the valley.

Voices echoed back and forth in the valley, angry, sad, and unwilling......

"Baozi, come down quickly, if you die, how can I live alone. ”

A dignified woman with an almost perfect figure, in her twenties, and her face covered by a white veil, stretched out her white wrist and anxiously pulled the leather whip that was circled on the ancient tree beside her.

"Sister Yun, don't pull it, if you pull it again, I'll really die. ”

A twenty-eight-year-old young girl staggered back her head that had just been put into the leather whip, stepped on a boulder, and her petite body stood firmly on the boulder, stretching out her plain hand and gently stroking her smooth neck, looking loveless.

Fang Cai's "heart-wrenching" scream came from her mouth.

She was born with a cute little face like a bun, a star-like quirky eyes, and a smile like a curved crescent, delicate and lovely.

Her name is Bao Jingyi, and she is the daughter of King Wujun, one of the eighteen chaotic county palaces, and has a cute nickname - Baozi.

The woman who was veiled and anxious to save her was named Situ Yun, who went to the distant relatives of King Wujun alone because of the decline of her family.

The two girls are not much different in age, but their personalities are opposite.

If Situ Yun is the empty valley on the iceberg, quiet like a fairy, then Bao Jingyi is the thin flame on the edge of the volcano, stubborn and irritable.

King Wujun saw that Situ Yun was really a mentor and friend, and he was full of wealth and conversation, so he left her by Bao Jingyi's side, hoping to change his daughter's heart through her.

"You're scared me to death, and you think you really can't think about it?"

Situ Yun patted the fullness of his chest, gasped for the aroma, and said angrily: "Let's see if you dare to mess around next time, and run to this barren mountain to make a sacrifice." ”

"Hehe, isn't this Sister Yun accompanying me. ”

Bao Jingyi laughed heartlessly, but soon her smile froze, and she frowned: "Sister Yun, I don't want to live anymore, you let me die, forget it, three days will be the day when the palace will show the spiritual weapon, how can you let me deal with it at that time, is it possible to really take a turtle back and tell them that this is the spiritual weapon I opened?"

As she spoke, Bao Jingyi's little hand reluctantly pointed to an ancient tree.

Following the direction pointed by his finger, an unkempt man could be faintly seen through the blood-red moonlight under a towering ancient tree.

The man was scantily clad in his dark clothes, covered with holes, as if he had been burned by a raging fire, and even from a distance, he could smell a strong smell of burning.

His body and face were covered in dust and the moist mud of the valley, making it difficult to see his age and countenance.

The only thing that wasn't obscured by the dirt were a pair of eyes as black as stars.

However, although these eyes were bright through the blood moon, they were always staring at the night sky in a daze, as if they were sluggish without a trace of agility.

"He looks quite pitiful, and besides, he was indeed sacrificed by you, if you don't bring it back, I'm afraid it will be ...... for him to stay here."

Situ Yun looked around, the empty valley was full of wild beasts, and from time to time there would be the sound of beast chirping echoes, and he couldn't help but be a little worried.

"Then you can't take him back, otherwise my father will definitely beat me to death, thinking that I am a girl who has not left the cabinet, so bringing a strange man back to the palace will inevitably cause a sensation in the palace, and then what will others think of my Wujun Mansion? With the character of my father, in order to support the face of the palace, he will definitely kill my relatives and kill me, and even my mother will not be able to save me at that time. ”

Bao Jingyi's face was depressed, and her eyes suddenly lit up: "Sister Yun, why don't you help me hide him, although I can't take him with me, but I don't want to see him die in the belly of a beast, the courtyard where you live has been ordered by your father to not allow others to enter without your permission, if you hide him in your courtyard, he will definitely not be discovered." ”

"I ......"

Situ Yun smiled bitterly: "It's not that you don't know my situation, I'm different from you... I can't learn martial arts, I can't open a sacrificial ......."

"I'm sorry..."

Bao Jingyi had a bitter little face, and her hands supported her round face: "Sister Yun, I didn't mean to mention your sadness, I just didn't worry about him... After all, he is my "spiritual weapon". ”

This is Wuqi Shenzhou, Shenzhou advocates the style of martial arts, and every household practices martial arts day and night.

Since three hundred years ago, the last dynasty of Shenzhou, the Tongling Dynasty, declined, and in just two years, Shenzhou has risen to the king of the eight directions.

Three hundred years have passed, and it has been extended to the eighteen county kings, and the king of Wujun is one of the new county kings.

Although the newly promoted Shifang County Royal Mansion has not experienced many years of tempering, and the overall strength of the earliest Bafang County Royal Mansion is weaker, as long as there is a new breakthrough in force, it can turn things around.

This era is known as the Chaos County Era, and the eighteen county kings each rule their own realm and dominate one side.

After experiencing the inheritance of ancestors, the martial arts here can gradually sense heaven and earth, and sense an unknown mysterious space.

The martial artists of Wuqi Divine Continent called this mysterious space the Netherworld, which is the hell in ordinary people's mouths.

Passed down to the present day, warriors can freely perceive the netherworld when they are adults, sacrifice with blood, and summon their own spiritual weapons.

The spirit weapon will accompany the master, fight for a lifetime, and never deviate.

When the spirit weapon is destroyed, the warrior can open the sacrifice again and summon a new spirit weapon, and when the warrior is destroyed, the spirit weapon will dissipate the heaven and the earth and disappear with the master.

It can be said that the spirit weapon is the most loyal partner of the warrior, and there is no right to choose.

"Baozi, give him to me, as you said, no one dares to enter the courtyard where I live, and the king of the county rarely comes to visit, he will be safe there. ”

Situ Yun said, Lianbu moved lightly and walked towards the man.

"Alas, Sister Yun, you wait for me, that will also damage your reputation. ”

Bao Jingyi shouted and followed.

The two came to the ancient tree, and Bao Jingyi boldly asked the man, "Where are you from?"

Seeing someone in front of him, the man turned his gaze from the blood moon to the two women, his eyes glazed over, and he was silent for a long time.

"Hey, I'm asking you!"

Seeing that the man ignored her, Bao Jingyi instantly became angry, and the bright red leather whip kept waving in her hand.

"Confide...... Right...... It's in the house!!"

The man seemed to be frightened, stretched out his hand and kept making strokes, his dull eyes instantly became anxious, his mouth was teething, he said some incomprehensible words, and moved towards the ancient tree behind him in a panic.

"Baozi, you scared him!"

Situ Yun glared at Bao Jingyi dissatisfied, and the latter hurriedly put away the leather whip with a bitter face.

"Don't be afraid, tell me, what's your name?"

"Sister Yun, don't touch him, he's so dirty. ”

Seeing that Situ Yun actually stretched out her jade hand and gently caressed the man's shoulder, Bao Jingyi couldn't help but wrinkle her little face and call out worriedly.

"It's okay, I'll live in a courtyard in the future, he's your spiritual weapon, how can I dislike it?"

Situ Yun smiled lightly and looked at the man with a warm smile: "Don't be afraid, tell us your name, okay?"

"Gollum... Drain... Aba!!"

The man's gaze was as if he was angry, a flame erupted from his eyes, and a burst of words came out of his mouth.

"Sister Yun, it's almost dawn, let's take him back as soon as possible, otherwise it will be miserable to be found by my father." ”

Bao Jingyi began to have a trace of sympathy in her heart, but she didn't expect that her spiritual weapon was only in human form but she couldn't even speak, even if it looked plain, she was still a stupid person.

Situ Yun nodded approvingly, and in an instant, the girlish hearts of the two young women burst instantly, and they both had an anti-master concept of protecting the "spirit weapon".

Seeing the two women constantly pointing fingers in front of him, saying some "bird language", Qin Hao's heart was broken.

What's the situation?

Am I not about to return to earth from hell? Didn't I say that if I became a ghost, I would be released back to the yang world?

Why did you suddenly come to this hellish place?

The person in front of him was weak, even if he was weak, he was still babbling in a language that he didn't understand at all, and these languages, Qin Hao could guarantee, definitely did not belong to the languages of any country on the earth.

Qin Hao, an online writer from Earth.

Because I thought hard about the new online plot, researched and innovated, and finally... A tragic writer who was sprayed to death by a troll in front of a computer desk.

originally thought that he would die, but God played a big joke on him, which made it difficult for him to rest in peace after death.

There really is hell on earth!

It's just that hell is far less terrible than people make it up, and it doesn't exist underground.

The world says that the moon will always only show us one side of it, and the other side is always unexplained by science and cannot be detected at present.

In fact, Qin Hao inexplicably knew the truth first.

The far side of the moon is hell.

Whether it is a human or an animal, as long as the soul is sound after death, some souls will float into space without the interference of the atmosphere under special circumstances, and will be forcibly bound by the moon and stored in the hellish space on the far side of the moon.

Qin Hao is such a special existence......

Life in hell is extremely hard for others, but for Qin Hao, it is as happy as flowers in spring.

This hell is very strange, Qin Hao originally wanted to find Pu Songling's soul and discuss with him the coquettishness of the fox fairy in Liaozhai, and wanted to hug Wu Chengen's thigh and ask the great sage's mother if it was Nuwa......

However, none of that!

In the entire hell, the deceased earth undead were left with him except for Li Bai and Xiang Yu.

One of these two people can only buy drunk wine and stay in the wine pool all night, and the other holds a giant tripod filled with flames, which he regards as his most beloved toy......

There are poems against them, there are those who use force to reach the sky, and the ghosts in hell are strange and strange, but none of them can write novels!!

This made Qin Hao the object of the ghosts and stars holding the moon.

In hell, from time to time, he would talk about the novels he had not written in his previous life to the ghosts of hell in exchange for the exercises he used to cultivate.

The ghosts are happy to listen, and he is also willing to speak, and he has all the good exercises.

There is an unwritten rule in hell, and if you don't become a ghost, you will never come out!

How difficult it is to achieve the position of ghosts and immortals!

Qin Hao told a thousand strange stories day and night, and there was no day of repetition, from the lonely soul and wild ghost to the ghost judge, everyone was immersed in the story he fantasized, and he interpreted it vividly and vividly with a slightly exaggerated interpretation.

Qin Hao spent half of his time secretly practicing, and half of his time was constantly thinking about stories and telling stories.

took the poet immortal Li Bai to write novels and taught the overlord Xiang Yu to sing love songs.

For a thousand years, Qin Hao's story was popular throughout the hell, and on this day, he cultivated into a supreme ghost immortal.