"Lord, a new sacrifice has been delivered."

Before he was fully conscious, Jiang Jin heard such a sentence in his ears. He opened his eyes and quickly took in the sight of his surroundings.

The quaint palace is flanked by bookshelves that are almost as high as the ceiling of the beams, and the wooden bookshelves are inlaid with terrifying ghost-faced sculptures, and the palace is very neatly tidy, but it exudes a dim and gloomy feeling.

Jiang Jiao's eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze fell on the long table in front of him.

On the long brown table were two stacks of papers, a slender soft pen resting on the edge of the inkstone, and next to it was a half-written document.

The chaotic fog in his brain dissipated, and Jiang Jin's thoughts gradually became clearer, allowing him to figure out the current situation.

Jiang Jin binds a system calling himself '233', saying that he has died unexpectedly and will be given a chance to be reborn after completing the rescue series of missions.

And this is his first mission world.

Xu didn't wait for a response for a long time, and Fang Cai's voice sounded again: "Does the Lord need to accept the sacrifice now?" ”

The door of the main hall was closed, and the sound came from outside the temple door.

Jiang Jian thought for less than a second, and replied, "Bring it up." ”

At the same time, a childish childish voice sounded in his head: [Coming to receive information about the current world, please prepare the host.] 】

The huge amount of information was stuffed into his mind, Jiang Yu frowned quite uncomfortably, and raised his hand to press the corners of his eyebrows, which were a little painful.

This is a world where people and ghosts coexist, but most people can't see ghosts and spirits, and they can't know their existence.

Jiang Jiao's mission target is named Song Xuan, and he is the adopted son of Song Qingzhou, the second master of the Song family, who is a metaphysical family.

Everyone said that Song Xuan saved the Bodhisattva in his previous life, and he could become the lucky one chosen by the Song family in this life. But Song Xuan knew very well that the Song family actually had other plans for adopting him.

Different from the scenery on the surface, the Song family has always secretly enshrined an evil spirit, the evil spirit protects the glory and wealth of the Song family, and the Song family sends sacrifices to the evil spirit every year.

Song Xuan's identity is, to put it nicely, the adopted son of the Song family, but in fact he is the 'quasi-sacrifice' of the evil spirit.

The Song family raised Song Xuan, just to wait for the day when Song Xuan became an adult, and offered him to the evil spirits as the 'most perfect sacrifice'.

It's like a livestock being kept in captivity for slaughter.

Jiang Yao cleared his thoughts and asked: [So my mission is to save Song Xuan from the hands of that evil spirit? 】

233 tried to be tactful but failed: [No, you are the evil spirit. 】

A question mark slowly popped into Jiang Jin's head.

Before he could continue to ask, the door of the main hall was pushed open from the outside, and Fang Cai's voice flattered: "My lord, the sacrifice has been brought to you. ”

The person who spoke, or rather a ghost, was pitch black and slightly illusory, with a slight black mist floating around him, and a rather comical black high-capped hat on his head.

The little ghost was holding a long rope made of ghost qi in his hand, Jiang Jin's eyes looked behind him along the rope, and what caught his eye was a pair of hands with distinct bones.

Jiang Yao's eyes twitched, and he met the eyes of the owner of the hands.

Sword eyebrows and starry eyes, eyes like star stones, short black hair wet on the forehead, lips are pale and slightly embarrassed, but those rather amazing black eyes are full of yin and cold.

Without being reminded by the system, Jiang Jian could also guess that this young man who was bound by the ghost qi and involved in his palace was the target of his mission this time, the sacrifice Song Xuan.

Jiang Yu was silent for a moment: [Tong, what if he wants my life? He looked like he wanted to eat me raw. 】

233 was also silent for a moment: [Wake up the host, you are the evil spirit. 】

Jiang Jin said calmly: [You are right. 】

233 reminded uneasily: [Personality, host, personality must be stable! ] 】

Jiang Jin hummed in his heart.

Seeing that Jiang Jian didn't react, the little ghost below hesitated: "Lord Lord, but what's the problem with the sacrifice?" ”

The little ghost observed Jiang Jin's gaze cautiously, while the other line of sight was much more bold and straightforward.

Song Xuan also kept staring at the figure behind the bookcase.

The man, no, the shadow was dressed in a dark shirt, with dark red thin edges and a waist seal of the same color being the only two bright colors on the robe, but it did not make the color brighter at all, but became more and more mysterious and gloomy.

Since Song Xuan followed the little ghost into the main hall, the strange figure remained motionless, and had been reclining on the soft chair behind the bookcase, with one hand lightly propped on the side of his face, as if it was looking in the direction he was.

- It seems that it is because there is a hazy black mist lingering on the face of the strange shadow, so that people can't see his appearance clearly, and there is no way to know his expression at the moment.

Song Xuan tugged at the corners of his mouth, and said in his heart that he was pretending to be a ghost, and then he laughed at him, the other party was a dead spirit, and there was no need to pretend at all.

The next moment, the figure that had been sitting quietly suddenly moved.

Jiang Jia stood up and walked slowly around the bookcase, and the little ghost below reached out flatteringly and handed the ghost qi rope in his hand forward.

Jiang Yu didn't answer, and his illusory figure stopped in front of Song Xuan, staring at him with lowered eyes. The young man was oppressed by the ghost qi and knelt on the ground, but his back was straight, and he looked up at him with those dark eyes, as if he was not afraid that the person in front of him was a notorious evil spirit.

After a long time, Jiang Yao said slowly: "This is the sacrifice offered by the Song family this time?" ”

His voice was slow, like a thick mist, and it was impossible to hear the joy and anger in his tone.

The little ghost was a little apprehensive: "Yes, my lord." ”

Jiang Yao bent down, and suddenly raised his hand to pinch Song Xuan's white chin and lift it up, making the other party's face appear more clearly in front of his eyes.

The force in Jiang Jin's hand was not light, and the corners of the young man's mouth pulled uncontrollably, and he quickly controlled it and pursed it, as if he was enduring the pain, and he didn't want to be discovered by Jiang Jin.

According to the information transmitted by 233, Song Xuangang has just reached the age of eighteen, which is between a teenager and a young man, and there is still a trace of youthful youth in his deep and handsome face, his straight back is slender but not thin, and the slightly loose white shirt faintly reveals the unique sense of strength of a teenager.

Jiang Yao narrowed his eyes as if he was dissatisfied: "The quality of the Song family's sacrifices is getting worse and worse year by year, and it is not as good as the little guy sent last time." ”

The little ghost on the side echoed: "What the lord said is that the sacrifice sent last time was as beautiful as a fairy, where can this kind of goods be compared." ”

Hearing this, the ridicule in Song Xuan's dark eyes was even worse.

Jiang Yao squeezed out an unintelligible nasal voice from his nasal cavity, and the black mist that lingered on his face churned, as if to express his dissatisfaction.

The little ghost shrank his neck and asked tentatively: "Then my lord, I, I, I'll go and return the sacrifice to them?" ”

"Retreat?" Jiang Jin sneered lightly, "It's all sent, let's make do with it." ”

As he spoke, his thumb brushed the soft lips of the young man, wiping away the ghostly aura between the other party's lips, and his tone seemed to be whispering like a lover: "Maybe there will be unexpected surprises." ”

The power to seal his lips and tongue was removed, and Song Xuan, who was finally able to speak, tugged at the corners of his mouth, his voice was hoarse, and the disdain in his tone was not concealed at all: "I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you." ”

The word 'you' was accentuated by him, as if emphasizing something, but it sounded mocking.

"Whether I feel disappointed or not, it's up to you to decide." Jiang Jian snorted, and finally let go of the young man's chin, "You just do your best to serve me well." ”

The evil spirit's gaze stayed on Song Xuan's face for a moment, the young man's chin was thin and white, but now it was imprinted with a clear red finger mark.

From Song Xuan's point of view, the evil spirit's gaze was invisible but extremely oppressive, but he looked back at the past without any fear, and his gaze did not shift for half a minute.

Jiang Yu retracted his gaze, turned around and walked towards the bookcase, his wide coat dragged out a long arc behind him, and a hidden black mist rolled in it.

The little ghost said in an envious tone: "Serving adults in close quarters is a good errand that many ghosts can't ask for, and they were actually picked up by one of your human sacrifices." ”

Song Xuan didn't speak, but he sneered in his heart.

Good errand?

Serve such an evil spirit who does not even dare to reveal his true face?

The ghost aura that was holding down his legs had not yet dissipated, and Song Xuan was still kneeling on the ground, looking up at Jiang Yao's back, the cold owl in his eyes was like a piercing icle of ice.

Jiang Xuan didn't seem to feel half a minute, he sat back on the soft chair before, and with a light movement of his fingers on the armrests, Song Xuan felt that his legs were light, and the ghost energy on his legs quickly dissipated.

"Stand down." Jiang Jiao said.

The imp bowed: "Yes." With that, he stepped back and left.

Seeing this, Song Xuan also wanted to follow along, but he knelt on the ground for too long and his legs were stiff, and after standing up, the whole person shook, and before he could keep up with the little ghost's footsteps, he heard the figure above say lazily: "I didn't let you go." ”

Song Xuan paused, and the little ghost next to him squeezed his eyebrows at him, and whispered, "My lord asked you to stay!" ”

After saying that, he quickened his pace and left the main hall, and intimately helped Jiang Yu close the door of the main hall, leaving Song Xuan alone to face the evil spirit of Xuanjiao.

Thinking of the 'service' that the evil spirit had just said, Song Xuan lowered his eyes, and his brain was racing to find a way to get out.

- Nope.

Song Xuan's eyes were slightly gloomy, and the hand hanging lightly at his side was clenched into a fist. The figure behind the bookcase is an evil spirit, a powerful existence that has been worshipped by the Song family for decades and has also blessed the Song family for decades, and he is just an ordinary human being, and he is not even qualified to fight hard with the other party.

Anyway, Song Xuan thought to himself, as early as after knowing Song Qingzhou's true purpose for adopting him, he never expected him to live long.

No matter how unwilling you are?

This is his fate.

"What are you doing there?"

The sudden sound interrupted Song Xuan's thoughts, and Jiang Yu tapped his fingers on the table: "Why don't you hurry over?" ”

The corners of Song Xuan's lips pursed slightly, and he slowly walked to the bookcase. After approaching, he saw that there were some copywriting materials on the bookcase, and the ink on the document that was spread out had not dried, and the handwriting on it was chic and handsome, even if Song Xuan didn't know calligraphy, he could see that the handwriting was comparable to that of calligraphy.

Jiang Jin pointed to the inkstone on the table: "Grinding ink, will you?" ”

Song Xuan was stunned again.

Grinding ink?

Jiang Yao stretched out his hand and pushed the inkstone in front of the young man, and his onion white fingertips were stained with some undried ink marks: "Could it be?" ”

Song Xuan felt his brain freeze for a moment.

Wait on? Grinding ink?

Isn't that the kind of service he wants?