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In the autumn of September, the cool rain always has a terrifying charm, black clouds cover the moon, and the white rain jumps into this forgotten cold corner. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ?? ．?`

The wind in the ancient city came and went, accompanied by the torrential rain and the thunder of the wind all over the sky, as if a hundred ghosts were roaring, and in an instant, the narrow empty alleys were already waterlogged like the sky.

A group of people shuttled back and forth in the deep alleys of this ancient city, they were neatly dressed, all dressed in black, with ghost masks and heads, as if looking for the wandering spirits of no return left in the world.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a bad thing, as if they can ignite the darkness and make life die, planting the most gloomy seeds in the already dark ancient city. Where did they come from, where did they go, what were they looking for, who were they looking for, or what were they looking for?

The man behind the mask looked at the houses around him, and then stopped everyone and whispered: "The rumors cannot be believed, I can't imagine that King Yamamara will also fall into the way of villains, so that our brothers will be busy in vain!"

The people of the five generations of rivers and lakes often use gods and ghosts as metaphors for each other, although they can't understand the gods, but there are always similarities, and the people who are said to be stealing think that the results are extraordinary, and take this as a glory, and now the man who speaks in front of the ghost is the soul ghost of the Black Department of the Heavenly Sect.

Legend has it that the appearance of the ghost is no different from that of the living, and it often comes out in a group, and there is a roster of the deceased, and as long as the name of the deceased is called, the soul will come out of the body, so that the soul can be bound and pulled to the netherworld.

The ghost-faced man was deeply jawed, and seemed to agree with the remarks of the soul-detaining ghost, and one of them complained: "What the eldest brother said is very true, the mind of the king of Hades is all on the Qingying Sword, and he is bound to kill people and seize the sword on the grounds of Rakshasa apostasy! ”

Hearing this, everyone began to discuss, and this sudden restlessness became more and more silent around them, as if the silence was resigned, and they lay on the spot like a dead corpse, letting the night rain be like a whip and the wind raging.

After a long time, suddenly a person walked out of the crowd, and said in a trembling voice: "It's just because the king of Hades is dissatisfied with the sect leader, and he hates the jade-faced rakshasa even more, so the bow and snake shadow, it is us who are the nobody ghosts who suffer......" His voice was extremely weak, as if he wanted to speak and stopped, and there was always an indescribable tremor in between, among the three palaces and five divisions of the Heavenly Sect, as long as the king of Yama was mentioned, they all dared to complain and dare not speak, as if the king of Hades was more terrible than the sect leader, which made people talk about it. ．?`

The soul-detaining ghost shook helplessly, just looking at the bloody eyes of the brothers staring over, he actually called the king of Hades by his name, and sighed: "The whereabouts of the sect leader are uncertain, and the sect members will look forward to the dragon king and the horse, and Weng Yanzhuo is the leader of Guang Zhiju and Niludu, which is the most powerful party among the five heavenly protectors, how can he be subservient to the people? On one side is the king of Hades, and on the other side is the dragon king, you and I are caught in the middle, it is really difficult to do!"

This sentence instantly resonated, and the ghost-faced people looked at each other, and then quieted down a lot, as if they had seen something extremely terrifying, and seemed to think of someone extremely terrifying.

When everyone was talking, the sky was already gloomy, and the twilight was like paint, so that the heavenly ghosts were bathed in the deepest part of the darkness, even if the darkness was boundless, it still couldn't hide the madness and anxiety hidden under the hideous ghost faces.

One person couldn't hold it back, and shouted: "The resentment of the king of Hades is also excusable, how can a mere soul chaser be favored by the sect leader, and even make the sect leader happily send out the Qingying Sword, this jade-faced rakshasa, how can he be virtuous?"

Everyone was silent for a long time, like a monument standing on a mass grave, and suddenly a sharp voice floated out of the crowd, the sound was extremely ugly, like the roar of a beast, but the words were very jealous, "Why? Just because he is the disciple of the sect leader, just because he gave birth to a disastrous appearance, just that handsome face, it is enough to harm the ghost mother and son and the fairy of the Moon Palace to love each other in vain, and never forget the jade-faced rakshasa, how can you say that chasing souls makes He De?"

The ghost pawns heard the name of the fairy, and suddenly they were like fish into the sea, and they all made jokes about Chang Su'e, as if all the men in the world were eager to live with Chang Su'e, the man laughed a few times, and explained again and again: "Brothers, you can rest assured, Chang Su'e is the lord of the first palace of Lingxiao Palace, known as the first beauty in the world, Lao Tzu has been longing for a long time, and he is so quick to speak, but he does not dare to have the slightest misdeeds." The fairy of the Moon Palace is not smiling, not cold-blooded, but ruthless, I am afraid that the admirer has not been able to get close, and has become a ghost under the sword of the fairy, Lao Tzu is still short of life, how can he bring humiliation on himself?"

"The fairy of the Moon Palace broke off his love, but in the end he strayed into the love network and tasted the pain of lovesickness, and the initiator of all this is the jade-faced Rakshasa!"

In order to soothe his emotions, he couldn't help but sprinkle his ghost eyes into the distance, "This city seems to be depressed, and every family is closed, but ten thousand lights are as bright as day, how can it be said that there is no one?"

He laughed a few times, and said slowly: "Qing Ming is in hand, the jade-faced Rakshasa is the enemy of the world, maybe you don't need you and me to make a move, the Rakshasa will die here......!

Before the ghost's words fell, everyone had already drifted away, looking like ghosts at first glance, and they were so crazy that they didn't look like a human at all. ．?? They jumped through the beams and jumped over the threshold, hovering in the rain like flying leaves, the black boots fell everywhere without a trace, and the cornices and walls were not shocked, and they were all alone.

It's just that the piano house at the end of the alley is very empty, dilapidated, and the ghosts are looking for it to no avail, and they are also in chaos. He narrowed his angry eyes into a sword mark, and even through the blood-colored ghost head mask, he could still feel the grief and melancholy from the bottom of his heart.

He hated his own incompetence, hated that he couldn't fight to the death with the Rakshasa openly, but as long as he got the Sword of the Green Immortal and handed over an errand in front of the King of Hades, as for what kind of means to use, it was not all ordinary?

"Lingshu Holy Maiden is pregnant, for the jade-faced rakshasa, the strength has been greatly reduced, if you can't kill the two of them at this time, you have missed the best opportunity!"

At the foot of the foot, the bluestone pavement that had long been drowned in the stagnant water stretched to the end of the field of vision, like a road to the underworld under the Naihe Bridge, filled with the breath of death.

Perhaps due to the thunderstorm, the streets and alleys are deserted, and the red lanterns on the lintels of the restaurants and teahouses are swaying with the evening breeze...... creak", a sound was weaker, and then gradually dissolved in the sound of wind and rain, unconsciously adding a little silence and desolation to the bloody chaotic times.

Wind and rain are always everywhere, and it is pouring down and stretching endlessly, making the area within the reach of the red light bathed in "blood".

But seeing a graceful silhouette looming in this "blood", just looking at the dress, it should be a young woman in her early twenties. This woman has a graceful posture, and she is walking forward in the rain, like a pool of clear water, staggered into the abyss of hell, but the red paper umbrella in her hand complements this gloom.

The ghost-faced men stopped behind the woman, as if sensing some kind of abnormality in her, and a pair of hideous blood pupils were immediately infused with heat and madness, like hungry beasts, facing a lamb to the slaughter.

Their mouths were drooling, as if they were looking at a delicious meal, and they wanted to devour the young woman in front of them alive.

The woman didn't realize it at all, she didn't walk in a hurry, the red paper umbrella in her hand was not opened, but was held tightly in her arms, and the whole person was in the rain like this, letting the wind blow in her ears, and letting the water stains on her body be mottled.

She was like a down-and-out ghost, walking aimlessly in the chaos of heaven and earth, why did she not use an umbrella? Why did she haunt alone? Why did she walk leisurely when she was soaked? All kinds of doubts made everyone excited, and the ghosts were desperately eager to lift the "veil" and see the truth.

"That'...... Is that a person or a ghost?" the man behind the mask began to tremble due to his overexcitement, "How can such a beautiful woman appear in the middle of the night in the alley? This woman behaves strangely and behaves for no reason, she will never be an ordinary person!"

"What about a human being, what about a ghost? In Lao Tzu's eyes, she has always been a corpse......!" The subtle sound of "bang", the ghosts and the ghosts got closer and closer to the woman with the blessing of the wind and rain, and they were so close that they could almost smell the body fragrance on the woman's body.

They are extremely bloodthirsty, they worship killing, and it seems that all the unknowns and evils in the world are enough to make them burst out of the most primitive desire to kill. The ghost suddenly became unusually calm, he was halfway through, standing in the crowd, his eyes were bloodshot under the ghost's face, and he began to look at the woman in red walking in the wind and rain in front of him.

By the blood-colored candlelight, you can clearly see that the woman's feet are on a pair of bone white shoes, sewn with red bird down around them, which looks delicate and small, and has a wild hustle and bustle, and a red Luo skirt is on the ground, which should be fluttering and colorful, but at this time it has been soaked in rain, tightly wrapped around the body, and slightly opened and closed with the movement of the woman's steps. Her whole body was slender as a soul, like an unknown creature that had been skinned, and it was indescribably strange.

"Little lady, walking alone at night, so not lonely!" The ghost pawns approached with a sense of ridicule, trying to see the woman's face clearly by the dark skylight, but the wind and rain were obscure, blocking the woman's pale side face, and everyone couldn't see the outline of the woman's face no matter what.

This is completely unreasonable, the ghost pawns suddenly stood on end, felt the back of the spine numb, and couldn't help but subconsciously look up, suddenly the woman was tied with a pink and white belt around her waist, and there were all kinds of weird patterns densely distributed, and under a closer look, I couldn't help but be shocked into a cold sweat, those so-called "patterns" were the totems from hell.

The fangs on the jade belt are jagged, the ghosts are scarlet, all kinds of human-like ghosts are eating human flesh in purgatory, and the surrounding scenery is actually made up of stumps and broken bodies, every mountain is human bones, every red river is full of human blood, who would carve such a ferocious picture on the jade belt? Where does she come from and where does she want to go? The atmosphere immediately dropped to the freezing point, and everyone couldn't help but clench the swords at their waists, and shouted in unison: "Girl, please stay!"

The woman still didn't have the slightest response, the autumn rain was cold, the night wind was like a knife, she stood quietly in the rain, not half a moment, enough to sweep away all the body temperature on the woman's body. And she seemed to be unconscious, as if life was only to walk, just to get to the other side.

In the empty alley in the middle of the night, the woman in red who appeared inexplicably, encountered the ghost pawns of the heavens alone and did not avoid it, and still walked quietly without looking back, could it be that the deaf and blind people could not succeed? The ghost-faced man thought in his heart, and then shouted sharply: "Girl, please stay!"

The woman really stopped, her silent back silently telling this or that kind of resentment, as if telling a story that she had never experienced, desolation, loneliness and the loneliness that pierced into the bones.

The soul detainer felt that his chest was unusually sluggish, it was the kind of depression that he had never experienced, and these depressions were by no means due to fear, he said in a trembling voice: "The girl has seen a man and a woman walking together, the woman is pregnant with six armors, dressed luxuriously, the man is handsome like jade, and has a heavy sword by his side, please the girl must know everything, this matter is very important!"

"I have never seen ......" The woman's voice was poignant, making the listener sad, and before she knew it, she was already sad, like a song chasing the soul, and she couldn't retreat in the wind and rain.

Sadness struck, making the ghost like falling into an ice cave, he seemed to be drawn by the chill emanating from the woman's body, and was swayed by that kind of resentment, he slowly walked out of the crowd, and said word by word: "This night is stormy, I don't know why the girl has an umbrella and doesn't use it?"

The red of the long skirt is distinct, pure and thorough, which is incompatible with the desolate atmosphere of the ancient city, and the woman still ignores the crowd, the more she is like this, the more she covers her body with a layer of seeping treachery.

"The girl never mentioned it, is there anything unspeakable?" The ghost counted the time, and watched the woman's every move, and said secretly in his heart: "I haven't seen the appearance of the Lingshu Holy Maiden, according to legend, the Holy Maiden has a beautiful appearance and can control the beast and psychic, and this woman is of the same age, but she is not pregnant, is it possible that the ghost fetus has already come out and is hidden in this paper umbrella?"

He stared at the red paper umbrella in the woman's hand, and always felt that there seemed to be a hundred ghosts lying stiffly inside, as if there was another world in the umbrella, it was red and gloomy, dark and ghostly, like blood, revealing the charm of death, and the ghosts were in the chest, and he said in a dark way: "This paper umbrella is exquisite and abnormal, it must be a rare thing, since the girl likes to walk on a rainy night, why not lend me the paper umbrella?"