On the night of the Midyear Festival, it becomes more and more desolate, and people go home early and do not dare to stay on the street more. The cold wind runs through the streets and alleys, with a slight damp smell, and only one blow can make people's hairs stand up, and if you listen carefully, you can also catch some ethereal and ethereal sounds, low and hoarse, which are the words of the people on the other side.

The lady who sells chaos on the corner of the street bent her waist, tremblingly looked at Qianzhuo, who was dressed in white in the store, and kindly advised, "Girl, as soon as the sun sets, go home, don't walk around the street, I heard that the east of the city is ......."

Qian Zhuo turned a deaf ear to the old lady's chatter, lightly tapped his fingers on the table, and looked at the passers-by in a hurry carelessly. Since Bishan parted, Rou Shi parted ways with her and went to do her own thing, and now it is a good thing to act alone and not be burdensome. The dampness in the wind grew heavier, and she frowned and covered her veil.

With a steaming bowl of chaos, she stood up and tidied up her clothes, put down some broken silver, and quietly left.

The leaves swept at her feet, her spotless white clothes were a little weird, and the black cats in the street corners kept calling, were they welcoming visitors who had never met?

......

The wolfberry willow at the beginning of the east has a red vein, and the juice is like blood, which just matches the midyear festival. Zhong Qianluo hadn't seen it before, so he was very curious, so he ordered someone to cut some and send it to the room for study, and he was idle anyway. Ye Zhishuo leaned on the sandalwood table, humming an out-of-tune tune, and looked like a child.

Zhong Qianluo glanced at him, saw that he was also watching him, and then withdrew his gaze. After studying for a long time, he impatiently pushed away the messy branches and leaves, and muttered, "It's so boring!"

Ye Zhishuo changed his hand to support his head, his tone was casual, and his expression was indifferent, "It's boring, why don't I send you back to Bishan, it's much more interesting there." ”

"Don't!" Zhong Qianluo blurted out, and there was a cold sweat on his back.

That scorching heat, that horrific place, would be her eternal nightmare. She also always remembered that when she was at the end of her rope and had nothing to do, the young man in Tsing Yi came with the melodious and tactful sound of the sleeping flute, and the entangled snakes slumped one by one, as if they had entered a dreamland, motionless. He walked over with a smile, grabbed her who was stunned, and went down the mountain with a calm expression, although he didn't say a word, but the warmth from the palm of his hand slowly calmed her fright.

Just like saving Xiahou Jing at the beginning, what road is uneven, what fraternity is in the world, it is all nonsense, it is just casual. In his eyes, there is no should or should be, only whether he is willing or not, saving people or killing people is a matter of thought, his whim, three points of heat, determines the ending of many people.

Ye Zhishuo stretched his waist, stood up slowly, didn't care about the messy clothes, kicked away the willow branches blocking the way, walked by himself, and when he arrived at the door, as if he remembered something, he turned his head sideways and said, "If you are bored, tomorrow night, under the East Start Mountain." ”

......

Compared to last night, there are even fewer people now, and even the people who play the watch can't go out on leave, and there are only one or two drunks left in the streets, and of course, there are some things that can't be seen.

In a trance, someone was playing the flute, and after listening carefully, it was gone, and occasionally a few shadows flashed in front of me, and soon disappeared into the night. Zhong Qianluo disgustedly took off the dead leaves that were blown to his hair by the wind, yawned, and poked Ye Zhishuo, who was sleepy on the side, "Hey, what are we here for?"

Rubbing his eyes, he pointed to the empty street not far away, "Waiting to see the show." Zhong Qianluo stretched his neck, and he could only see the leaves and dust flying in the sky, and if it weren't for the faint moonlight, he probably wouldn't even be able to see these.

"Watching the play...... Do you have to hide in a tree!" she tore off the dead leaf that had just stuck to her hair and threw it down as if to vent. I wanted to complain a few more words about not sleeping and not going home, but Ye Zhishuo suddenly became serious, compared the gesture of silence, and his eyes sank.

On the originally empty street, a faint green light lit up, like the entrance to the underworld, and a crowd slowly poured out. Someone with a pale face, protruding eyes, and a long red tongue drooping was hanged for the hanged ghost. Someone who has no head, and a pair of hands grabs in the air, is a headless ghost. There are also people who are covered with blood-colored silk threads, with hideous faces, leaving a long blood mark where they walk, and they are giving birth to ghosts.

As they watched closely, a woman with a disheveled hair shuffled through the procession, her face covered with wet, weed-like hair, revealing only a bloodshot eye, staring at them viciously, as if to devour them alive. The moment his eyes met, Zhong Qianluo shuddered and looked away. Ye Zhishuo knew in his heart, patted her shoulder gently, and whispered comforting, "Don't be afraid, I'm here." ”

"So...... You took me out in the middle of the night to see ghosts?" she also tried to keep her voice as low as possible, for fear of being heard by them below.

"A hundred ghosts walk at night, each tracing back to its source. Approaching Zhongyuan, the ghost door was opened, and they had a free body, and we came here to find out where the ghost jade mound was. ”

"Oni Jade Mound?" her eyes widened in curiosity.

"There is order in the reincarnation of the Six Realms, but what about the people who are not in the Six Realms?"

She lowered her eyes and thought for a moment, and with the result, "Gu Yu Yimai?"

He bowed slightly, "Yes, our ancestors have all gone there." But this place is extremely mysterious, only appearing around the middle of the Yuan, and the only people who can find the ghost jade mound are the ones who walk at night. Now that the stakes are high, that's all I have to say. After a pause, he asked tentatively, "Do you believe me?"

Zhong Qianluo nodded, and replied firmly, "I believe it." Although she didn't know this person well, she still trusted him inexplicably, and she couldn't tell how she felt.

"Well, okay, then follow me, not too far...... Tonight, it's going to be complicated. His voice was low and gentle, knowing what might happen next, but he smiled back with a faint smile.

Seeing the people of all shapes walk away and spread in all directions, they jumped down. Ye Zhishuo frowned, "It's troublesome now, there is only one person who will go to the Ghost Jade Tomb, who should we follow?"

Without saying a word, Zhong Qianluo directly dragged his sleeve and ran in one direction, full of confidence, "I know!" He was a little stunned, but after thinking about it, he still put his mind at ease and followed without hesitation.

The drooping woman stopped at the corner of the street, heard the footsteps getting closer and closer behind her, turned her head slowly, her pale face expressionless, her bloodless lips closed one by one, and let out a giggle. Step by step, she walked forward like a puppet, leaving a shallow watermark behind her.

After a long time, she stopped in front of the barren mountain outside the city, smiled, leaned forward, and fell straight into the waterhole in front of the mountain. When Zhong Qianluo arrived, there were only circles of ripples left, gently rippling with the moonlight.

Ye Zhishuo raised his forehead and wondered if he had found the wrong place. A cold star struck him impartially. Zhong Qian's hand quickly flashed over, took it, and looked at it carefully, and a bad premonition came to his heart.

A purple figure waded through the water, its bare feet across the water, blurring a faint wave of water. The crisp sound of the bell reminds me of the dark night, and it is very ghostly. Then came the still sweet female voice, "Long time no see, it turns out that Miss Zhong is still in this world......" She landed on the shore, with an aggressive breath.

Ye Zhishuo smiled heartily, took off the flute on his waist, and casually turned it in his hand, "Falling Owl Protector, do you think you didn't have enough fun last time? She twisted her waist and walked over slowly, with thousands of styles, her eyebrows and eyes hooked her soul, "I heard that the mainstream of Ye Pavilion is even a place of fireworks, and there are countless women, so ...... What do you think of me?"

He raised his eyebrows slightly and sneered, "Heh, vulgar powder." She raised her eyebrows, and angrily raised her whip to attack, and for a time the moths on the edge of the pool rose and flew all over the sky.

Ye Zhishuo smiled slightly, greeted him calmly, and avoided it, but did not take the initiative to attack, it seemed that he also took pity on the jade and couldn't bear to start.

The victory and defeat were easy to distinguish, Zhong Qianluo stood by the pool with his hands in his hands and watched the battle, completely forgetting the female ghost who had just fallen into the water inexplicably.

It was interesting to watch, and suddenly her ankle was cold, and a thin hand stretched out from the edge of the pool to hold her firmly, and before she could recover her senses, she was pulled down hard. This time, she really saw the woman's appearance clearly. His face was bloodless, like a blank piece of paper, but it was a little swollen, and his facial features were distorted together, which looked terrifying. One of her eyes was bloodshot and dark red. When she carried Zhong Qianluo into the water, she also used her greatest strength to choke Zhong Qianluo's neck, bound to let her be her substitute ghost.

The yin qi was too heavy, and the spell in her hand was suppressed, and it took five successes to barely push the water ghost away. At this time, it is too late to realize the importance of water avoidance, and there is no choice between repelling the water ghost and swimming up, or dying here as a stand-in. The feeling of suffocation grew worse and worse, and the woman dwelt on like a madman, pulling her back again and again as she was about to emerge from the water.

Ye Zhishuo on the shore was still in love, and he didn't notice the disappeared Zhong Qianluo at all.

The murky water poured into her mouth and nose, and the aquatic plants at the bottom of the pool were dense, binding her feet tightly, and a terrifying face was close in front of her eyes, and the force added to her neck was increasing. The condensation power in his hand, but he can't summon the nine deaths no matter what, it seems that the ghost jade mound is right here, and all the spiritual power will be reduced, except for the person who originally existed here - the woman who drowned here.

When she was confused, the strength in her neck suddenly disappeared, and she only felt a faint white light in front of her, as if someone else was approaching.

In the next second, her lips were blocked by a piece of softness, a familiar feeling, a familiar breath, a familiar pear blossom fragrance...... The force of her waist carried her away from the bottom of the pool, closer and closer to the water......

In a trance, she remembered her childhood experience, for fear that she would be pushed away again, and subconsciously hugged the person in front of her a little tighter. The man was stunned and hugged her tighter. Too close she could feel each other's heartbeats.

The moment she smelled the fresh air, she really wanted to laugh out loud, but helplessly, she just kept spitting water in embarrassment. There seemed to be a faint sound of breathing in his ears, warm and soft, and for a moment, it was a familiar voice, low and soft, "Don't be afraid, I won't push you away this time." "It sounds a little distant and ethereal, but it's definitely on my ears.

After struggling for a long time, she barely opened her eyes and found that she was lying on the grass by the pool, there was no one around, there was still a fight not far away, there was no intention of stopping, and the sound of the bell echoed in her ears, which was a little unreal.

Everything just now, as if it hadn't happened, was it your own delusion?