It was getting dark, and the rain was pouring down. In the cemetery lined with tombstones, Yan Chen stood alone in front of the two tombstones. Let the rain gradually soak his clothes, but his expression was still terrifyingly cold. Until a miserable white light appeared in Yan Chen's pupils. The lines of his face softened slightly.

Shengyun, you're here. Yan Chen barely managed to squeeze out a smile, but then it escaped on his pale face. Tatsuko, don't think too much, let him go when it's time to pass. As soon as the flashlight turned around, who? Xu Shengyun shouted. But there was nothing but the cold, silent tombstones, and the increasingly cold rain.

Yan Chen smiled bitterly and shook his head. Forget it, Shengyun, let's go, it's too cold here. Xu Shengyun nodded and grinned. Hmph, who is it? Xu Shengyun and Yan Chen stopped, but the voice still sounded. The two turned in horror and looked back. Xu Shengyun let out a long breath, but Yan Chen was stunned, and the fear in his pupils seemed to be burning. Xu Shengyun looked at Yan Chen, and then looked ahead, the empty cemetery was densely covered with human shadows. Boom, three piercing sounds of air cracking were heard in succession. Three black shadows swept past them from Yan Chen. Yan Chen's face was gloomy almost instantly, and then more and more black shadows appeared out of thin air, and the screaming sound seemed so erratic after the wind and rain. At this moment, several slightly larger black shadows attacked Xu Shengyun. Yan Chen was shocked, bit his middle finger, and pointed towards the black shadow. Xu Shengyun's face was pale, his body trembled like chaff, and he stepped back. Who knew that as soon as the black shadow touched Yan Chen's fingers, he turned around and fled. Yan Chen used his own blood to draw a strange symbol on Xu Shengyun's forehead, and the many black shadows that flew away all went retrograde. Eh, I didn't expect Tatsuko's blood to work quite well. They all ran away. But seeing Yan Chen's weak appearance, he immediately restrained his thoughts of joking. Supporting him, he looked back at the cemetery shrouded in night from time to time, as if he still had palpitations.

After returning home, Xu Shengyun quickly washed and fell asleep. Yan Chen was alone, and he glanced at the sleeping Xu Shengyun. Walked alone to the last hidden room in the living room, where a rusty lock was hung. Yan Chen looked at the lock and was distracted. For a long time, as if he had made some kind of decision, he ripped off the lock. When I opened the door, a faint fragrance came to my face, the room was very dark, and there was a purple oil lamp on the wall, I don't know what kind of material it was made of, it was actually emitting that fragrance. The walls of the room are made of a black metal with red veins that resemble blood vessels. In the east of the room, there is a statue of a god with a majestic expression and angry eyes. The material of the idol is exactly the opposite of that of the wall. The whole body is cast from red stone, which has black veins. In front of the statue, a spear is enshrined, its whole body is dark, flowing with a red glow, with fiery red lines. The tip of the spear was extremely sharp, just placed there quietly, but the air seemed to be cut apart.

Yan Chen touched the tip of the gun with the middle finger of his left hand, and a drop of blood slowly seeped into the body of the gun from the tip of the gun, exuding a demonic light. Yan Chen knelt down slowly, the Yan family was ranked among the ancestors, and the junior Yan Chen had no choice but to awaken the spiritual system here. The idol seemed to sense, and two lines of tears slipped from the idol's eyes. The spear seemed to have absorbed enough blood, and penetrated into the idol's empty hand, and nine black veins peeled off the idol's body. Submerged in Yan Chen's body, the eyes of the idol turned from red to black, and a pair of pupils were peeled off. Facing Yan Chen's eyes, they slowly coincided.

Yan Chen knelt in front of the idol like this, and his upper clothes turned into ashes the moment the spear pierced his chest. In the woods, nine black veins appeared, like maggots attached to the bones, tightly wrapped around Yan Chen's body. Sharp pains poured in. Yan Chen felt that he was slowly submerged in this sea of pain, and gradually lost consciousness

Yan Chen walked in the void, enduring the sharp pain on his body, and there was a passage in front of him. He tried to stop, but his body moved forward uncontrollably. Click, the void behind him collapsed widely, and he couldn't help but run. When it finally arrived, he stepped out, and he couldn't open his eyes in a strong light.

Tatsuko, go, go. This familiar voice is Xu Shengyun! Countless memories are surging in my mind like bubbles. Real and illusory, blood-red sky. The brown bloodstained land, and the roar of a strange beast could be heard from time to time in the distance. There was a strange woman beside her, who was born with bright eyes and bright teeth, and was beautiful and refined. But at this moment, there was an indescribable sadness escaping in her eyes. She took Yan Chen's hand, with endless affection in her eyebrows. Yan Chen pulled her and ran on this wild land. Looking back, endless black shadows, mixed with Sen Sen's bones, submerged Xu Shengyun. No!! Yan Chen screamed and woke up, it was still a dim secret room. But there are still chaotic images flickering in my mind. Yan Chen shook his head and stumbled out of the secret room.

It was early in the morning, and Yan Chen was not sleepy. Today is the opening ceremony of high school, and fortunately Xu Shengyun and Yan Chen are in the same class at the same school. Yan Chen sat cross-legged on the ground, and with a slight sense, a red air flow swirled around him. Nine Qianluo curse veins also appeared, revolving around him. A warm air flow seeped into his internal organs with Yan Chen's breathing, converging towards the center of his eyebrows. But he frowned, and the nine Qianluo curse veins were actually eating him. A trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, and a sentence appeared in his mind: The Qianluo curse vein corresponds to your strength, and the more curse veins, the stronger the power. Prove that the more talented you are, but everything in this world is fair, and the more powerful you are, the more you will pay. You have eleven years to live, enjoy it, genius! This is God's will. Yan Chen opened his left hand, and on the palm of that left hand, nine Qianluo curse veins formed a strange pattern. Is there no way to crack the curse of Qianluo?

Another memory came flooding back, Yan Chen hurried to the secret room, and the spear was gone. He expertly pulled out a box from behind the idol. In the midst of that, a simple black book was quietly placed inside, and the black book, the whole body was dark, flashing with mysterious lines. It's just a piece of paper, but it has a jewel-like luster. When it bounced, there was a sound of gold and iron colliding. He habitually flicked it twice, accompanied by a buzzing sound, and slowly turned to the page about the curse seal of Qianluo.

Yan Chen's pupils shrank suddenly, revealing a weird smile.