Several tall and eerily slender figures are the soul envoys of the Netherworld, with strange and stiff postures.

Their long, elongated, pale necks were hung with strangely large heads, which were trembling at a strange frequency.

The skin on the back of their heads was wrinkled, covered with blue-black veins, and near their necks, there was a long gash that squirmed slowly, making the scalp tingle!

These white demons seemed to covet the corpse of their grandmother in the coffin, and kept squeaking and pulling the coffin board with their long, bare pale hands.

The gusts of wind suddenly turned the remaining candle flames into a blood-red color, and the hall was extremely dark, and in the scarlet and hideous firelight, the figures of those white demons were even more strange!

When Xiao He saw this strange picture, his face was already as frightened as earth, his throat was constricted, and his scalp exploded.

He struggled to escape, but his hand shook and he accidentally knocked over the teacup on the table next to him!

The crisp sound of porcelain cups falling to the ground was particularly harsh on this eerie night. The movements of the white demons surrounding the coffin were instantly frozen.

Xiao He looked ahead helplessly.

In Xiao He's eyes full of fear, the white devil's slender neck twisted and gradually turned back was reflected.

Xiao He's back began to ache, and drops of cold sweat broke out on his head.

It's time for him to take his medicine.

But at the moment he couldn't move at all.

His pupils contracted sharply, and the increasingly scarlet candle flame illuminated the appearance of the evil ghost—under the blood-red oil-paper umbrella, the huge face was densely covered with large and small mouths, each of which was closing one by one, as if chewing something. Every mouth is turned with dark red gums, crooked and full of sharp teeth!

The opening on the back of the demon's head was opening like an evil flower, a blood-red eyeball with almost no whites.......

The mysterious eyeball turned, desperately turning in the direction of Xiao He, he felt the sky spinning, and a burst of darkness attacked.

"Ahh

Xiao He screamed violently, bounced up from his chair, and sat on the ground panting.

He was sweating profusely, looking around nervously, everything seemed to be intact - the altar was still the same altar, the candles were not extinguished, not even scarlet, and the coffin was deserted, nothing.

"It's a dream again......"

Xiao He breathed a sigh of relief, slumped his shoulders, panted, and rubbed his face with his hands to ease his fear.

I've been having nightmares lately, and it's time to worship the Buddha.

After a few moments, he stood up, picked up two new mourning candles, and walked towards the altar.

The moment he approached his grandmother's coffin in a daze, Xiao He casually skimmed, and his heart, which had finally calmed down, was instantly hung up again - just because a piece of red straw paper suddenly appeared on the coffin board that was originally empty and glowing!

Xiao He was stunned for a long time, and finally took down the straw paper tremblingly.

Strange words were written on the top of the papyrus:

Sorrowful and sorrowful to seek the fairy road,

The way to attain the Tao must be bloody.

The spirit is also empty,

Ranked among the immortals!

"Stampede Stampede ......."

A series of strange footsteps suddenly came from behind the dark hall, like stones thrown into a calm pond, which frightened Xiao He Meng to raise his head!

In the afterglow, Xiao He saw a small figure floating quickly and running into the back hall!

Xiao He's scalp was numb for a while, and his back was cold, as if someone was staring at him. What does this weird papyrus mean? Who was that white shadow just now?

Xiao He looked up at the kind grandmother in the photo, and the grandmother seemed to be a little unhappy: "Don't let those dirty things disturb my purity." ”

Xiao He stood up.

After walking for so many years, I finally came back, but my grandmother left. In the future, I am the owner of this house, how can I let these messy things disturb my grandmother's rest?

There is a saying that people are afraid of ghosts for three points, and ghosts are afraid of people for seven points, in the final analysis, horizontal and vertical is a death, and ghosts are not also dead people?

Although his legs and stomachs were spinning, Xiao He still breathed a long sigh of relief, picked up the big broom that was put at the door, and took two steps back towards the back hall.

Turning the corner, the back hall was completely dark.

The old house was originally very dark, and now there is no light in all directions, and the corners and corners are very mysterious and weird, as if something is inhabited.

Xiao He took out the lighter, wiped, wiped - finally illuminated, the leisurely firelight flickered, soft and weak, only able to illuminate the things in front of him.

Xiao He breathed a sigh of relief slightly.

But when he accidentally looked down, he found a pair of bare feet in the darkness not far away!

The little feet were so white that only the instep and half of the calf were exposed, and the rest was hidden in the inky darkness......

Xiao He threw away the lighter with a loud shout, stumbled, took three steps back, slammed his heel on the steps, and sat on the ground with a sigh.

The internal organs were shocked to the point of pain, the big broom also rolled aside, there was no self-defense in his hand, Xiao He didn't care about the pain, he stiffened his head, rolled a few times on the spot without caring about the image, picked up the big broom and protected it on his chest, deliberately shouted and waved it a few times, and when he saw that there was no movement in all directions, he lay on the ground and groped for this lighter.

"Stepping on ......" was the sound of footsteps that made people's scalps numb, accompanied by the sound of "boom" walking up the stairs barefoot, Xiao He trembled and turned on the lighter.

Xiao He saw that in the flickering, old and simple huge back hall, a section of stairs inexplicably appeared, leading straight to the thick and mysterious darkness overhead.

He couldn't help but feel creepy in his heart, since he was a child, he didn't see a staircase in this back hall!

But at this point, we have to go up and take a look.

He had a vague feeling that the smirker seemed to be deliberately guiding himself.

Xiao He emboldened himself and strode up the old staircase.

When I went up this staircase, I found that this strange staircase was strangely long, and it seemed that there was no end.

Xiao He walked for a while and couldn't see the ground before, there was only endless darkness and a lonely and hazy fire in his hand, Xiao He unconsciously quickened his pace, and the darkness around him seemed to come to life, constantly surging, squeezing Xiao He, making him run all the way as if someone was chasing after him, rushing towards the end of the stairs.

As if he had been running for a century, Xiao He, who was out of breath, ran to the end of the stairs.

This staircase is too abnormal, it seems to lead to another dimension, this ancient house of Xiao He's family is at most a two-story building, but he ran for more than ten minutes!

Xiao He, who was panting, held his knees, looked around, and found that at the end of the staircase was a long corridor.

The floor of the hallway was old sunken wood, and lanterns with a blood-red glow hung on either side of it, swaying in the gloomy wind. The crimson curtain was windless, and a dark red wooden door could be faintly seen at the end of the corridor - Xiao He felt a strange sense of familiarity in his heart, this wooden door seemed to have been seen somewhere.......

Xiao He's legs involuntarily stepped up.

In the distance, for some reason, an ethereal song sounded. Xiao He was very familiar with this melody, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it, he only remembered that this song seemed to praise the great gods.......

Crunch, crunch—the old wooden floor screamed in pain beneath your feet.

Crunch, crunch—the red lantern is gently shaking.

Crunch, crunch - Xiao He stood in front of the door.

He revealed that the cat's eyes looked into the wooden door - it was pitch black, a dim light shone on a slender back, all shrugging their heads in despair, Xiao He felt a strange sense of familiarity in his heart, he was sure where he had seen this back, but he couldn't remember, by the way, he seemed to have seen it when he was a child, he seemed to be his own-

The door in front of him was suddenly slammed, and a small figure turned against the light and shouted loudly in the room: "Don't come in!!!"

An invisible force pushed him far away, Xiao He turned his head and fell all the way down the stairs he had just come up!

Bang –

He plunged into endless darkness.

There was a soft touch under him, Xiao He opened his eyes, and he was lying on a bed!

This is...... How did I go back to the room I just had!

There was a strange and familiar laugh outside the door, and with a "click", the door was locked!

Xiao He was shocked, and hurriedly rushed up to pull the doorknob, but the doorknob did not move at all. He screamed and slammed the door frantically, looked out through the cat's eyes in panic, only to fall to the ground in fright!

Outside the door, a child with an exaggerated and weird smile on the corner of his mouth was staring at him through the cat's eyes.

And his eyes were blood-red!

He recognized the child - it was Xiao He when he was a child!

Xiao He's mind went blank.

What's going on? Why did he see himself when he was a child? Didn't he just let himself in? Why did he lock himself again? Where is this room? That figure just now, by the way, that figure just now—

Xiao He hurriedly climbed up, only to find that the entire room was empty, and there was only a dim electric light overhead.

The bright yellow light swayed like a searchlight, and Xiao He could see the things in the room clearly.

The old bed was covered with clean sheets, an old radio was buzzing, and an eerie shrill female voice was singing the ethereal hymn she had just had.

The desk is cluttered, and on the slightly peeling wall hangs a wedding photo of a man and a woman.

Women smile like flowers, and men are calm and elegant.

It reads: Yi Changqing and Xiao Yan registered their marriage in February 1990.

He felt a splitting headache, something in the depths of his memory seemed to be dissolving little by little, this room he had been to, it seemed to be their room-

"Bang-" A strange sound attracted Xiao He's attention, it seemed to be the voice of waking up Xiao He in the hall of the old mansion!

Xiao He looked at the thing on the table—it was a weird, but very beautiful purple gilt wooden box, the lock of which had been unconsciously opened.

Xiao He stepped forward in a daze and gently opened the wooden box.

In the small purple gilt wooden box was the hilt of a broken sword, and something wrapped in crumpled parchment.

The blade of the hilt was broken from the interface, as if it had been slashed by something. The hilt was dusty and old, with an irregular fragment inlaid in the center of the hilt.

Xiao He looked at the hilt of the sword for a while, and then gently unfolded the crumpled parchment, and inside was a blood-red bead.

This bead is extremely round, and there is a faint blood-red light flowing inside, which is really delicate and tight.

Xiao He observed the bead for a while, and then his attention was drawn to the parchment.

It was densely covered with words.

This parchment note is rough to the touch, and the words on it are already a little blurry, so it must be something from the past.

He trembled as he flattened the note, squinting at its contents, the dim light swaying, and his forehead was covered in greasy, wet sweat.

The edges of the yellowed parchment are very uneven, as if they were torn from somewhere, and there are some strange words written on it, and under closer inspection, it is all some practice exercises and scriptures, which are very obscure, and at the end of these exercises, there is such a sentence that jumped into Xiao He's eyes:

...... It is the fifth apostle of Tianyan Chaos, killing the old gods, breaking the seal, reshaping the Three Realms of Flood, and ascending to the Bliss Wonderland!

In the dim light, Xiao He's back began to tremble violently.

He felt dizzy inexplicably.

Suddenly, it was as if the head had been stuffed with a lot of stuff, and it was impossible to tell whether it had become bright or dull. A mysterious and eternal power that ordinary people cannot understand is rampaging in his mind, and he seems to see the vast universe, the mysterious, terrifying, and lonely universe, filled with mysterious things and eternal supreme beings that ordinary people cannot understand......

He saw the heavy figures floating between the stars in a trance, it was all kinds of human beings in the world, Xiao He looked down at the human beings in the world, they were small, weak, and hurried.

In a trance, a figure stretched out his hand to him, looking at him affectionately with gentle and bright eyes.

Xiao He's heart felt unprecedented familiarity and tenderness, he recognized that person, he had seen him somewhere a few minutes ago—by the way, the wedding photo on the wall, was it him? He seemed to be mine—

Xiao He muttered to his father, and he couldn't support it anymore and fell to the ground.

Before losing consciousness, Xiao He saw that he had grasped the hilt of the broken sword at some point, and there was a sharp pain in the palm of his hand, but Xiao He didn't even have the strength to moan.

A cyan flame gradually appeared on the back of the hand holding the hilt of the sword, and the flames jumped, and suddenly the soldiers split into two ways and walked up on the back of Xiao He's hand.

Where the flames passed, there were blue and blue patterns, and the patterns shimmered faintly, which was very weird!

A moment later, a hideous-looking, lifelike beast pattern clinged to Xiao He's forearm. This strange beast's eyes widened angrily, soaring through the clouds, and it was about to come out, which was terrifying. A strong burning sensation gradually crept all over his body, and Xiao He shrank into a ball in pain.

The world is spinning.

Before losing consciousness, Xiao He saw the crumpled note slowly falling in front of him, and his sharply constricted pupils reflected the back of the yellowed note, on which a few lines were scribbled with extremely bloodstained words-

The one who gets this broken sword is the unicorn.

Tong Jiuyi, the God Destroying Sect, do not give up!

In an instant, everything was plunged into darkness.

And the blood-red bead shattered in an instant and turned into ashes, and a blood-red light drilled into Xiao He's eyes with lightning speed.