Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3451 What if the disciple always wants to deceive the teacher (42)

  There seemed to be singing in the distance, ethereal and lingering, and with a creepy meaning, singing lowly.

  "Resentment and hatred, love parting——"

The mellow and frustrated singing voice seemed to be a tune in a certain opera. The voice was a bit cold and sharp in the ethereal, and it was deadly. The feeling of being close at hand was entwined in the ears, and there was a sorrowful beauty, but it sounded in this tomb for a long time, and it was a little bit more chilling and weird.

  Reverberating in this empty, lonely, black tomb, the echo circling.

  He Zixiu looked awe-inspiring, and shouted sharply: "Who!"

  "Resentment and hatred, love parting..."

  The answer to him is always such a drama, singing for a long time, unspeakable tactfully and desolately, endlessly lingering and weird, like whispering in the ears of a lover.

  No one noticed that the moment Su Ziye heard this voice, his face suddenly changed, almost a strong emotion that could be called the ultimate in a moment, and people with dark eyes could not really see it.

  He subconsciously squeezed the sword in his hand.

  "Midnight is a fairy——!"

   A scream sounded, and at the moment of hearing the sound, others looked in the direction of the sound source.

   But Kou Lili, who was supposed to be standing next to Su Ziye, disappeared.

  That scream was exactly what she made.

  The person who was there in the previous second will disappear out of thin air in the next second!

  Su Ziye's pupils tightened!

  One of the gods yelled, "Zixiu!"

  In the next sentence where Kou Lili disappeared, almost everyone's attention was on the position where Kou Lili disappeared.

  He Zixiu also suddenly disappeared.

  In just a few moments, there are two big living people, disappearing out of thin air, no trace can be found.

  This scene is scary enough in the tomb.

  That voice is still singing, tireless, treacherous and lingering.

   "Craving, anger, ignorance, who teaches..."

  Yu Chen looked at this bizarre scene indifferently, clasping the girl’s wrist and did not let go, his voice was cold and calm: "Follow me."

  "Master, don't worry." Ran Bai could vaguely see Xianjun's elegant profile in the dark, and she curled the corners of her lower lips.

  The people present disappeared one after another.

  After a few seconds...

  Ranbai suddenly felt an extreme dizziness, and plunged her eyes into complete darkness.

  She broke away from Yu Chen's hand and changed her fingers to clasp her fingers firmly.

  At that moment, she seemed to feel Xianjun paused because of this action, but in the end she still took her hand tight.

  The two disappeared from the same place.

  The tomb was empty, and it was terribly empty and lonely for a while.

   "The main tomb?"

  In the next second after disappearing from the place, Ranbai and Yuchen appeared here out of thin air.

  The tomb was actually built into the appearance of a house. It looks magnificent, with a kind of quiet simplicity.

  Eternal lights, shining tenaciously, struggling to emit indestructible light, illuminating the picture in the tomb.

  And they are in the house.

   "I can't ask, I'm full of hatred..."

  The weird female voice faded from the initial ambiguity and became clearer and clearer. It was close at hand, lingering in her ears.

  Xianjun hummed quietly, his voice was nice, and an echo sounded vaguely in the empty and weird tomb: "The grievances are so strong here, the strongest. Presumably the man's body was buried in it and sealed here."

   dyed white and said, "Then we will come here directly, we don't need to go by ourselves. It seems that the owner of the tomb is quite considerate."

  Xianjun heard the words and glanced at the girl faintly, and saw that her peach blossom eyes had a lazy arc, showing a cynical smile.

  Only she can say such things at this time.

   "I'm here, let's go in and take a look." Ran Bai said, holding Xianjun's hand and walking into the courtyard.

  Yu Chen was led forward for a while before he clearly realized the posture of the two at this moment. He lowered his eyes slightly, his pupils were deep and cold, looking at the interlocking fingers, it seemed...

  Too close.

  But the girl seemed unaware, and she took him inside.

  Xianjun paused and wanted to withdraw his hand.

  Who knows that the Demon Lord has held him tighter, “It’s too weird here. To prevent any accidents from happening, let’s hold on first.”

"I don't want to be separated from Master." The girl in red looked at Yu Chen and explained with a smile but a smile. She slipped her fingertips between Xianjun's slender fingers, gently rubbed his cold and white finger bones, and then slowly managed. The clasp tightly, "Master, shouldn't you mind?"

  After two seconds of silence, Xianjun let her hold hands, and walked in with the sword in one hand. His voice fell in the empty tomb: "Nothing."

Dye Bai bends his eyebrows and squeezes his beautiful knuckles with great precision. The temperature under his fingertips is as cold as jade, but the hand feels very good, which is very suitable for playing. The apprentice repeated along the clean lines of Xianjun's fingers. Squeezed, the action was inexplicably with a subtle green desire, and he seemed to be very cunning to thank you: "Thank you, Master."

Yu Chen has never held hands with anyone. It was the first time with his apprentice. He clearly noticed the movements of the girl in red, with a strange and strange feeling, especially the fingers being pressed by the soft fingertips as art. While playing with Pinban, he buckled his white-dyed hand, and his slender fingers were easily closed, his voice was cold and hopeless: "Don't move."

   Dyeing white smile unchanged: "Oh."

  The two masters and apprentices walk in the quaint and shady courtyard holding hands.

  I don’t know when to become more obsessive and sharp, and like weeping blood.

  "Resentment and hatred, love parting——"

  A gust of yin wind strikes, with a chilling chill.

  They stopped in the ancestral hall of the house.

  The originally closed door of the ancestral hall suddenly opened suddenly for some reason!

   reveals the countless ancestral plaques enshrined in the ancestral hall, and--

  A mouthful of vermilion wooden coffin, as if blood was spilled!

   "Craving, anger, ignorance, who teaches..."

  The chanting sound seemed to be sticking to their ears, and the softly cool air sound suddenly became miserable and distorted at the moment when the gate of the ancestral hall opened without wind, and the tone became more sharp and biting!

Ranbai stared at the heavy mahogany coffin, and walked in with Yu Chen step by step.

   "Boom——"!

  The gate of the ancestral hall closed the moment they stepped in.

  For a time,

  There are only two of them in the ancestral hall.

  Cold and weird.

  And the sound of the opera seems to be trapped in this ancestral hall, singing non-stop for a hundred years, invading from all directions, entangled in the ears, painful and joyful, twisted and crazy.

   like...

  The sound emitted from the coffin.

   "Opening."

  Faced with such a weird and terrifying scene, the white-clothed fairy was indifferent and lonely, holding the Xueji sword in one hand, without any undulating words.

   The demon in red smiled lazily, and he was very interested in this scene, and his eyes became much darker, full of evil: "That's what it means."

  The ancestral hall is dim, and a blood coffin is like a grand funeral.

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  (End of this chapter)