Lean over with your cheek on the ground and look at eye level.

In the dark crack of the door, there was a long knife, the knife was not unsheathed, but judging from the length, it was the seventh knife in the world at midnight that day.

The old monk's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly inspected the Demon Suppression Tower, and only then did he breathe a sigh of relief when he found that the Sanskrit chains outside were intact.

Pull away and look up at the nine-story demon tower.

The figure was obscured by the shadow, and the two little novices asked, "Uncle Shi, what's the matter?"

The old monk said, "Have you ever swept the ground?"

"Nope..."

"Has that heart ever been moved by external objects?"

Two small novices: "..."

Then he rolled to the side and swept the floor.

The old monk stared at the Demon Suppression Tower, thoughtful.

After thinking about it, I still feel that it is inappropriate, and I always have some bad premonitions in my heart.

But this demon tower has existed for hundreds of years, and he doesn't know what is suppressed in it, but the master's master has left a last word, saying that he can't leave the back mountain, and he needs to guard it for generations.

The door could not be opened, and there were no windows, only chains that flashed Sanskrit from time to time, wrapped and sealed the tower.

Turning to look at the jade Buddha statue.

The Buddha statue is solemn and majestic, and a pair of eyes without fireworks in the world are facing the demon tower, holding the sacred handprint with both hands, which is simple and mysterious.

The jade body is crystal clear, and in the warm light of deep winter, there is a burst of brilliance.

Cracking sound...

On a sunny day, bursts of fireworks exploded in the distant sky, gorgeous, but not stunning because of the daylight.

"Today is the New Year?" the old monk came to his senses.

New year, new atmosphere.

But he is a monk in front of the ancient Buddha with green lights, but he has nothing to do with these worldly bustles, at most he looks at the Shaomuro Mountain in the distance and is more noisy, and the noise is more noisy at night, when the bright moon rises, it is quiet, only the sound of the wind passes through the barren forest, and the moon is as white as the sea.

But today, the night seems a little strange.

Or in the recent nights, I can always hear some strange "dong dong" noise.

The direction of the sound is not difficult to detect, it is in the Demon Suppression Tower.

It's like something is tossing around in it, or trying to crawl out.

"Amitabha. ”

The old monk's name is Du'e, wrapped in a robe, lit three pillars of incense, inserted in the bronze three-legged small tripod incense burner, looked at the jade body Buddha statue caged in the dark, sat cross-legged, in the empty hall, all the monks slept, only the sound of the wooden fish of "do-do" remained.

Ethereal, yet clear.

Is it really good to spend life like this?

Is it really right to use one's life to pursue bliss after death?

The old monk obviously shouldn't have thought about these problems, but he couldn't help but come up with this idea, but this thought was just born and was extinguished.

Knock knock!!

The strange sound came from the direction of the Demon Suppression Tower again.

The old monk thought that he was hallucinating, and suddenly opened his eyes, but the voice stopped abruptly.

If you listen carefully, the sound of ghosts crying and wolf howling in the mountains and forests at night is especially clear.

What's going on here?

The old monk lowered his eyes and continued to beat the wooden fish.

At this time, inside the Demon Tower.

Xia Bai ate a piece of snake scales.

He only felt that the cramps in his abdomen were incomparable, and he thought that the snake scales were also very poisonous, and every time he digested them to the point of death, he could resist them.

The strange sound of "dong dong" in the demon suppression tower was caused by him hitting the wall of the well in pain.

Once again in a near-death state, Xia Bai supported the ground with one hand and wiped the blood flowing from his lips, with no waves.

Suffering?

Nothing.

This is nothing more than the price of exchanging power.

...

The New Year has passed.

The incense of Shaomuro Mountain is getting more and more prosperous.

And the strange fragrance in the demon suppression tower is also much smaller.

Xia Bai felt the state of himself in front of him.

[Obtain 1 Fear Point, Source: Huangquan Scales]

[Total: 3 points]

He threw himself directly into the horror of the Phaseless Divine Skill.

[Exercises: Wuxiang Shengong (Horror - Level 3); Mastery; Brief Description 1: Can imitate other people's martial arts, or even better.; Brief Description 2: Transform into the appearance of others, and the current skill can support time: 12 hours]

"This..."

Xia Bai was a little disappointed, because this was not an offensive type, or a change that could greatly improve his strength, but just like Luo Shenbu after the terror, it could make it more convenient for him to act.

He tried.

As soon as the thought moved slightly, he turned into the appearance of a ram slaughter, and then into the appearance of the little emperor Xuanming, and then moved, and even became the appearance of an ordinary male pilgrim he had seen before.

Xiao Er, pedestrian, prodigal son, knight, monk, Taoist, businessman, general...

Faces and bodies of different fat, thin, tall and short bodies kept changing on Xia Bai's body.

And every time it changes, it will consume part of the internal force.

Maintenance consumes less internal force, while Variation uses slightly more.

In just a short period of time, Biluo had already looked at the young man in front of him and transformed into the appearance of dozens of people.

But I don't know if it's a psychological effect, no matter what Xia Bai becomes, his crotch is always empty.

Maybe because this is the source of the pain, distortion and pain in his heart, it will never be restored.

But he didn't care, he just paid attention to the eyes of the little female ghost in front of him...

It's calm.

Very calm.

No waves.

"Aren't you curious?" Xia Bai was a little curious.

Biluo grinned and opened her white mouth, revealing a mouthful of scarlet teeth, "Because I can change, but even if we change, our smell doesn't change." ”

As he spoke, the long-haired little white face showed off his skills.

"You see, I'm not beautiful. Bi Luo changed her body, changed her charming face, and her black hair was shortened with a whizz, turning into a small wave with a slight curl, but at the top of the wave were snake heads, and countless snake heads stared at Xia Bai together.

"Look at it again. ”

Biluo continued to change, and then she became a tall girl with pale skin, pointed ears, long hair as gentle as a lady hanging down her shoulders, and a beautiful and unreal face.

"Change again!"

The next moment, a red-skinned and bloody-eyed woman with six arms appeared in front of Xia Bai.

"Change, change!"

Biluo excitedly showed off her skills.

Xia Bai: ...

Biluo, what was the era in which you lived before?

Also, how old are you?

Under the moonlight of the Demon Suppression Tower, the little eunuch and the little female ghost, like a dance, stepped on and changed, a few back and forth, and went around a few circles, and the two of them were ever-changing.

Xia Bai was amazed, he could be regarded as having seen all kinds of strange species, and of course there were human beings.

It wasn't until they were tired of "playing" that the two of them leaned against the wall of the well and took a short rest.

The turbid yellow serpent swam along, its terrifying body hanging from the top of the nine-story tower, its scales like a human face, and its snake letter split apart and hissed.

Biluo said: "Huangquan and I will sign a soul contract with you, and then it is time to fulfill your promise." ”

"Hisss hiss..."

Bi Luo continued to translate: "Huang Quan said again, during the signing process, the information of both parties is completely self-evident, if one party notices that something is wrong, it can be interrupted at any time. ”

Xia Bai asked, "After signing the soul contract, can you go out with me?"

Bi Luo raised his head and shouted, "Huang Quan, people ask you if you can go with him after signing the soul contract?"

"Hiss..."

Biluo translated: "Well, in the soul contract, you are the main body, and all the damage is transferred to you." ”

The long-haired little white face pointed to the top of his head: "The damage of heaven is also given to you." ”

Xia Bai said calmly: "No problem." ”

Biluo said again: "We will follow you as weapons and jade pendants, because we can't reveal our true bodies for too long, and we can't be too far away from you." ”

After speaking, the little female ghost turned into a big black coffin, and the two white eyes on the coffin rolled: "I'll become this!"

After thinking about it, it turned into a terrifying huge statue again, "This is okay, many humans used to bow down to my appearance." ”

Xia Bai: ......

...

The implementation of the soul contract is very solemn, the process is lengthy, and there is a ritual-like sacredness, but it is mixed with a trace of indescribable weirdness, when it is completed, Xia Bai has a lot of information in his mind, and he also feels a trace of connection between himself and Huangquan Biluo.

With the soul contract, a person, a snake and a female ghost are also familiar with a lot.

...

Three days later.

On a snowy day.

Under the crack in the door of the Demon Suppression Tower, a flat figure was squeezed out.

With black hair and a shawl, a beautiful smile on his face, and a long black knife covered in scales in his right hand, the handle of which was lit by a faint blue lamp.

The lamp flickered with a faint glow, if it was to attract ghosts from all directions.

The knife is a Huangquan knife.

The lamp is a blue lamp.

Heavy snowfall, all over the sky.