At the same time, in the next room.

"It turns out that the girl has such a miserable life experience! Alas, it is really unfair from God, it makes a lover sad, pitiful and lamentable......" Qin Yan said while pretending to wipe the corners of his eyes, revealing a very touched look.

In fact, the so-called miserable stories were all made up by himself, and from beginning to end, the woman did not say a word, only nodded and shook her head in response. Qin Yan started to guess from her life experience, gave full play to her ability to fight in the Demon Gate back then, and then guessed and adapted it according to the routine of Zhiwei novels that circulated in the market, and she just touched the origin of this woman.

It was a poignant and touching love story. There are lovers who are forced to separate, and they cannot die well, one walks to Qingchi, and the other hangs on the southeast branch, but unfortunately the burial place is separated by hundreds of miles, and they are still not together until they die......

Qin Yan quietly glanced at the sky outside the window, the night was thick and turbid, and he didn't know when. But now that this woman's background has been revealed, she has to do her best to continue to delay time.

"Well, girl, what are you going to do, you must be eager to see him......"

At this time, I suddenly heard a faint shout, which seemed to come from the next room. Qin Yan's words stopped because of this, and the corner of his eye swept towards the wall over there, a little worried about Liu Wanyun. Liu Wanyun's cultivation is extraordinary, but after all, as a woman, the Yuan belongs to Yin, I don't know if she can deal with these ghosts......

When he came back to his senses, he found that the woman in front of him was a little closer, Qin Yan was startled, but he didn't dare to act rashly, and hurriedly said: "Girl, I have an idea, why don't you do this, tell me where is your good grave, let's move him over with you, what do you think?"

The woman shook her head and said faintly: "Don't be so troublesome......" This was the first time she spoke after chanting, and her voice was elegant and pleasant, which was different from the strange murmur just now.

Qin Yan immediately seized the opportunity to praise: "The girl's voice is so good. But don't you think it's a bad idea, doesn't the girl want to be with him?"

The woman looked at him steadily: "Actually, if you want to help me, there is a better way......"

Qin Yan's heart froze, this guy can't be trying to suck my flesh and blood, right? He smiled reluctantly: "What way?"

The woman didn't answer, looked at him in silence for a moment, and said, "What's your name?"

Qin Yan knew that some tricks required the real name of the recipient to take effect, so he replied without hesitation: "My surname is Han, my name is Yulang, and the people in the rivers and lakes call me the jade-faced flying dragon - oops!" The originally confident voice turned into an exclamation, because just as he reported his name, the woman in front of the bed suddenly turned into a white shadow and pounced, dancing wildly, with sharp claws, carrying the bitter and cold yin wind, as if she wanted to tear him in half.

It was almost dawn, and the female ghost finally couldn't hold it back, revealing her true face of grinding her teeth and sucking blood.

Qin Yan's body suddenly tensed like a bowstring, his hands clenched into fists, and he shouted and smashed towards the attacking ghost. Just as his fists and claws intersected, he suddenly felt the power hit the air, and the invisible quality of the ghost in front of him directly passed through his body, and then turned into a chaotic shadow like countless black butterflies, shattering together with the scenes of the surrounding houses.

Qin Yan snorted, only to feel that his body was seeped by a cloud of cold energy, and the blood in his whole body was almost frozen.

"Stinky bitch!" he hissed, straining his inner breath against the power. At this time, the wind outside was terrible, and it seemed that more viscous and fine objects were invading. Qin Yan barely raised his upper body, and saw a piece of blood covering the sky and the sun, coming from all directions. It was the woman's blood-soaked green silk, and her long blood-stained hair was mixed with countless hideous and terrifying faces, all of which were open and sharp, intent on gnawing flesh from him.

Rao was Qin Yan's boldness, and when he saw such a scene, he couldn't help but feel his scalp tingle, and his mouth let out a wild scream that gave him courage, while waving his arms wildly, fists and palms, and repelling one head after another.

"Three thousand rounds of blood, a hundred thousand moments in the mirror, sleep under my blade...... Qingsi is entangled in old hatred, and tears of resentment are urging new sprouts......" The woman's mournful and resentful cry sounded in her ears again, with a demonic power that pierced her intestines and brain, stabbing Qin Yan's soul, making him have a headache, and his hand movements couldn't help but be chaotic. Without paying attention, his left arm was bitten by a head, unable to shake off, and then countless blood streaks entwined him, binding him to death, and he was about to drown in the overwhelming sea of heads......

At this moment, in the endless darkness of the sky, a little light suddenly appeared, just like a lighthouse in the ocean, the light penetrated through the bloodshot and shone on Qin Yan's body, and he immediately saw that the several heads that bit his body disappeared in the mournful sound.

Like clouds and mist drifting away, the surrounding environment swayed and changed, and the courtyard, big bed, tables and chairs all turned into paper ash and dust, revealing the withered grass and brown earth underneath. Fang Cai's everything was like a nightmare, Qin Yan came back to his senses, only to find that he was in a cemetery, a few steps away were Liu Wanyun and Ye Piaoling, who also looked frightened.

Looking around, the paper ashes and spirit flags fluttered in the wind, and the withered grass and brown blood spots that had dried up in the future, as well as strands of cold yin qi, were still entangled.

It was a resentful spirit from the remains of evil spirits, still wandering in this dream consumed by blood and darkness, struggling with their own obsessions, chewing on the unlost pain that had passed over and over again.

Not far away, a figure carrying a lamp was walking along the sheep intestine path. The light in his hand was the source of the light that woke Qin Yan and the others from their nightmare. When the man approached, Qin Yan saw his face clearly, it turned out to be a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, with a simple appearance, wearing a thick cotton jacket, carrying a burden on his shoulders, swaggering, and quite heroic.

Farther behind the boy, a white dawn shone through the eastern sky, and dawn finally came.

The young man looked at the three people in the cemetery, stopped, and showed a surprised look: "Brother Tai, why are you sleeping in the cemetery?"

"Since you can travel in the middle of the night, why can't I sleep here, is it in your way?" Ye Piaoling said angrily. He was frightened all night, full of anger and vented his anger, and he didn't care that this young man actually had the grace to save him. "I haven't asked you yet, walking at night at night is definitely not a good person. Looking at your panicked look, did you do something hurtful?"

The young man waved his hand and said, "I see that my brother seems to be frightened, so it is better to recuperate quietly, so as not to lose his soul." ”

"I want you to take care of it!" Ye Piaoling scolded.

The boy smiled and wanted to walk away.

At this time, Qin Yan opened his mouth and said, "This little brother, may I ask your name?" After all, he was saved because of that light, and he didn't want to owe others a favor, so he wanted to inquire clearly and find a chance to pay it back.

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P.S. This chapter quotes the lyrics of "Bone Flowers".