The moon is dark and kills the night, and the wind is high and the sky is on fire.

Jingling...... Jingling......

The bell under the eaves is particularly crisp in the silent night, but unfortunately the flowers guarded by the bell have long since withered, thank you. Even those pots of cold-tolerant yellow and white autumn chrysanthemums were crippled due to the owner's negligence.

The dragon claw locust in the corner of the wall is still stubbornly holding a few half-yellow and half-green leaves, swaying in this cold and bleak night, showing a little tragic and proud. But it didn't take long to be proud, and the autumn wind turned into sharp scissors, ruthlessly cutting off one of its few leaves.

The small leaves swirled in the wind, fluttering and fluttering, falling towards the ground, probably wanting to return to their roots. But the uninvited guest cut off its last thoughts.

A black shadow passed through it, and the yellow-green leaves turned black in an instant, and when the wind blew, it melted into the wind, leaving nothing behind.

The shadow came from outside the wall, through the courtyard, and the speed was extremely fast, and it shot unscrupulously towards the vermilion wooden door with a glimmer of light with a strange yin wind. The two closed wooden doors creaked, and the cracks opened slightly, and then closed again. The wind dispersed, and the black shadow was shaken out by a strong light.

The shadow screamed, not loud, drowned out by the flickering wind, and it did not leave, lingering in front of the door, but did not try a second time.

The wind chimes were still ringing unhurriedly, and the light that came out of the crack in the door was not extinguished, and there were people in the room, and it seemed that they hadn't slept yet, and they didn't seem to have any intention of coming out.

This is a deep house of a rich and noble family, with a courtyard and a courtyard, left and right wings, and the main house in the north. Through the light, it can be seen that the main house is not only not small, but also has a hall, and the most dazzling thing in the hall is the animal oil white wax as thick as a child's arm on the square table against the wall due north, which illuminates the hall brightly. In the center of the hall there was a huge brazier, and the coals in the pot were so red that the owner did not know how to be thrifty, and he was afraid of the cold.

Squeak! squeak......

This time it was not the sound of the wooden door, but from behind the screen, a row of four jujube red solid wood framed landscape screens across a circular jujube red carved partition, covering the room behind the small round door.

This room is the master's bedroom, and the bedroom is not as bright as outside, a little dim, but it is also warm. The blue curtains, with gauze and cloth, several layers, and a vague silhouette in the gauze tent, sat cross-legged on the bed, facing the window, which repeatedly creaked and moaned.

It wasn't the wind, the wind that climbed over the fence didn't have such a strong force, it seemed that something wanted to get in, but couldn't. But the owner of the house didn't seem to hear it, and he was unmoved, not because he didn't want to move, but because he couldn't move at all.

The owner of the house was a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, and a boy who was in great pain.

The top of the young man's head was steaming with white steam, his white forehead was wet, and a few strands of black hair were soaked and stuck to his forehead by sweat, and the green tendons were faintly visible under the hair, like earthworms wriggling, which was extremely terrifying. There were two streams of blood hanging from the boy's straight nose, his thin lips tightly closed, but from time to time blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.

Bright red blood beads dripped down on the young man's white underwear, reflecting shocking blood flowers.

The young man's sword eyebrows were twisted together, his somewhat childish and heroic face was a little distorted, he bit his lip tightly, obviously enduring great pain, and even so, the young man did not let out a moan.

Brush!

A flash of white light, like a flash of white lightning, illuminated the room in a slight, a bright yellow note attached to the middle of the two windows.

In the white light, several terrible screams were mixed with the sound of the wind, and the three shadows burned into black smoke, and the talisman also exhausted the last bit of aura, falling off, turning black, burning, and turning into ashes. It turned out that it had been blocking out the outside stuff.

Suddenly!

The wind rose in the room for no reason, the light veils and green curtains flew, and the young man in the wind looked even thinner. A dark shadow covered the room, and the house became darker, and it was as cold as falling into an ice cave, and the heat in the charcoal basin in the hall could not penetrate at all.

The window didn't open, but the thing came in.

The black shadow greedily stared at the boy who was struggling to breathe on the bed, it didn't pounce immediately, it seemed to have a little more intelligence than the ghost that died just now, it circled around the boy twice, and only pounced on it to make sure that there was no danger.

There was a struggling look on the young man's face, revealing a strange cyan, his breath became more and more cold, and the white qi above his head was faint and a little scattered.

Suddenly, a mysterious red light fell from the sky, and a majestic voice in the red light shouted: "Bold evil spirit, dare to offend my descendants of the Ram clan, bah!" A red light struck, the young man was like a lightning strike, his body trembled, and a scream of fear and despair came from his body.

In a moment, the young man calmed down, the blue color on his face receded, and the red light swept across a radius of hundreds of miles, and the evil spirits who smelled the dead breath and came to eat died one after another.

The evil spirit crisis was lifted, but the young man's breathing was weaker, and the already weak body was even more difficult after the evil spirit entered the body.

The white qi above the young man's head slowly dissipated, and the sword qi that had been suppressed by him was no longer controllable, and there were drops of blood oozing from the countless pores on his body, as if countless invisible needles were piercing out of his body. Sharpness replaced the original peaceful aura, but the young man's face became rosy.

The young man opened his eyes, and his eyes were as dark as two bright stars in the dim room. But at this moment, the young man's eyes were attached to a different emotion, sadness. He probably knew that he was about to die, and he couldn't control the chaotic sword qi in his body.

Returning to the light, it is exactly his situation at the moment.

"I don't believe in evil! I don't believe in fate! My ram will never die on the bed!" the young man clenched his fists and roared angrily, his handsome face became hideous with anger, the anger in his eyes replaced sadness, the anger rekindled his fighting spirit, he raised his hand with difficulty, and pointed a white light into the center of his eyebrows.

Like a little cinnabar, there was a bright red bead of blood on his forehead, but it didn't roll off, and the young man then spit out a mouthful of blood, this is an extremely dangerous kendo secret technique that stimulates the potential of life, and the price is not small, but fortunately, his breath is stable.

However, the blessings are incomparable, and the disasters are not alone, and this night is definitely a night of calamity for this young man named Ram Chen.

Three feet above his head, a translucent white figure floated at some point, and it was vaguely visible that it was a person, a strangely dressed phantom, about fifty or sixty years old.

He has been looking at this young man named Ram Chen coldly, he came very early, from the young man closed the door and closed the window, pasted the talisman, swallowed the pill, luck, and the evil spirit knocked on the door, possessed, to the mysterious existence appeared to punish the evil, all of this, he saw it in his eyes.

Although he admired the boy's tenacity and perseverance, he didn't like this situation, and if he continued to toss like this, this young body would be completely ruined.

He waited until the end of the boy's life, and he took over everything and started again. He believed in his fate, and he believed in his own eyes, he was very sure that the boy would not survive tonight, not only because he came, but also because the death gas on the boy's body was too strong, and such a death breath would have been swallowed in any person, but the boy was still alive, although he had been struggling to survive, but it was enough to surprise people.

"Why are you struggling if fate has made me here!" the Phantom muttered, not knowing whether to say it to the boy or to himself.

He didn't know how he came to be, and he didn't know what he was now.

No, he didn't cultivate the Yuan Shen, he knew this very well, and the Yuan Shen wouldn't be so weak, so weak that he didn't even dare to be careless.

Probably not, because the young man's talisman sealing the window and the mysterious presence in the red light did not kill him.

He was originally a human being, but he was not from this realm, he was a cultivator from the earth, at least he thought so, because that world was in the era of the end of the law, the aura was exhausted, there was no real cultivator at all, he was barely one, but his fate was very bizarre.

Before the age of twenty-five, he was an artist, and he was the kind of artist who was so popular that half the sky was popular. A car accident, almost alive and dead, between life and death, he figured out a lot, and then he resolutely gave up everything and entered the door.

After 30 years, he devoted himself to the Tao, recited sutras and drew symbols, and when he was 55 years old, he entered the Tao from visualization.

But a few days after entering the Tao, once he was out of his body and couldn't return to his body, he guessed that he probably went the wrong way, so he watched himself die and be cremated. He once scolded fate for deceiving people, but when he suddenly appeared here and saw this young man of the Ram clan who was dying, he believed in his fate again, and all this was arranged for him by fate.

He decided not to wait, more than 20 years of rolling red dust, 30 years of green lights and yellow courts, he always knew what he wanted, and now he wants to live and live forever. The little bit in his heart can't bear to be completely ignored by him, once he makes up his mind, he will be more ruthless than anyone else, and he will be more ruthless, which is the secret of his success.

The phantom fell, sank from the Baihui acupoint above the young man's head, and entered the sea of knowledge. His goal is clear, to expel or swallow the juvenile spirit body and occupy the sea of knowledge. Zhihai is where the spirit of the human body belongs, and winning Zhihai means winning the body, although it is the first time to take it, he is not a little nervous, but faintly excited.

The young man's sea of knowledge is the same as he thought, in a state of chaos, gray, the sea of knowledge has not been opened, the elephants have not been born, and the sea of knowledge at this time is only a few zhang in a radius.