I am pretending to be a villain in the world of cultivating immortals

The third floor of the Yin Yang Tower.

Yu Huaiyin held the lantern, and the moment he stepped into the attic, those oil lamps that had been left aside for a long time suddenly lit up.

Bunches of flames were blown by the night wind, twisting their slender body, like the slender waist of a slim girl.

The heat wave from the candlelight hits the face, making the mouth dry and tongue dry.

In the center of the flames, a young man in a gray gown was staring blankly at the front, with beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.

Yu Huaiyin looked at the young man's back, feeling as if he had seen it somewhere.

He stepped forward quickly, but before he saw his face, he suddenly heard the other party muttering non-stop, "I can't find it, why can't I find it?"

"Dabao?"

Yu Huaiyin saw clearly who the person standing upstairs was, and hurried up to meet him, "I was thinking that I would go to the tea stand to find you after this matter is over, but I never thought that you and I are so destined to meet so soon. "

Realizing that someone was talking to him, Dabao turned his head. He recognized Yu Huaiyin as a customer who had been to his tea stall, and asked in a daze, "Guest officer, what do you want me to do?"

Seeing that Dabao still remembered him, Yu Huaiyin raised his hand, "Thank you for lending me this lantern."

After Dabao heard his words, he didn't have any special reaction, but when he saw the lantern, a gleam of clarity flashed in his turbid eyes, like the reflection of a long-sick and comatose person on the verge of death.

"Does the guest officer know the way out?"

Suddenly, Dabao's calm tone became a little excited. It was obvious that what he was going to say next was extremely important to him.

"I've been stuck here for a long time, and I want to go out and find my sister, who is about to get married."

Seeing Dabao anxious, Yu Huaiyin didn't know how to comfort him.

For a moment of hesitation, he lowered his head and glanced at the extinguished white paper lantern in his hand, and found that the embroidered image and name belonging to Dabao had disappeared.

As expected, as Liang Ce told him, there are two types of souls in Qixing Town.

A kind of resentment is strong, like Dabao and Anren, who were protected by some kind of secret method by a young man carrying an orchid lantern, and kept in the lantern, repeating their previous experiences over and over again.

The other type is affected by the underground killing array, completely losing consciousness, and disappearing mysteriously.

It's just that I don't know which type this Dabao's younger sister should belong to.

Just as he was guessing, he heard Dabao muttering non-stop.

"I have to watch her get married with my own eyes, otherwise, what will Yuan Bai do if he bullies her?"

"But, I searched for a long time, searched the whole town, but couldn't find her."

"I wonder if she has moved away, or that stinky boy Yuan Bai, who has been talking big for so many years, still hasn't gotten into the position of head of the bodyguard. My girl is soft-hearted and doesn't want her husband to suffer, so she follows him everywhere Home."

"I want to go and see them, but this tower traps me and I can't get out."

Dabao covered his head in pain, as if recalling the past would aggravate the attachment in his heart.

What you care too much about, whether it is good or painful, is destined to become a burden when you cannot face it with a normal state of mind.

"Dabao, relax." Yu Huaiyin put his hand on his shoulder and rubbed it gently, hoping to calm him down.

There was a crisp sound of jingling, which brought Dabao who was lost in his memory back to his senses.

The sound was far away, like an ancient chant from the universe.

"Guest officer?" Dabao woke up from the great fear and anxiety, as if he had a terrible nightmare.

He looked at Yu Huaiyin, wondering where the beautiful voice of glazed glass came from.

Yu Huaiyin was a little embarrassed by him, and remembered what Liang Ce said, that it was An Ren who took him to the fourth floor, coughed lightly, and said, "Maybe continue to go up the tower, and when you go out, you can find my sister." gone."

He didn't know the reason why Dabao was staring at him, so naturally he didn't hear that sudden sound of glazed glass, otherwise he would definitely remember that he had heard this sound from a person before.

It was the original owner of his current body, hanging on Yu Huaiyin's waist, the sound made by the pieces of ginkgo colored glass colliding.

"Get out of this tower?" Dabao repeated, finally remembering something.

He turned to Yu Huaiyin and said, "I remember a person with an orchid lantern said the same thing to me. He gave me a lantern and said that my obsession is too strong, and I'm afraid I might get lost in the tower. I am fortunate to be able to find someone who is not bound by the rules of heaven and earth, maybe that person will help me get out of here."

While speaking, Dabao shifted his gaze to the stairs leading to the next floor.

Yu Huaiyin looked in the direction he was looking, and the door on the fourth floor opened in response.

Dabao walked over involuntarily, and continued to mutter, "That man also said that I was dead."

Yu Huaiyin couldn't hear what he was saying, so he hurriedly followed and stepped on the stairs leading to the next floor.

"He's lying, how could I die, there's still hot tea on my stove, and Ah Luo is still waiting for me to come home."

Dabao subconsciously stretched his hand into his bosom. He remembered that there was a very important thing there, but now it was empty, and he didn't know where it was left.

"Yuchai, where did my Yuchai fall?" blurting out the name of the important thing, Dabao hurriedly squatted down to look for Yuchai.

But after looking carefully for a long time, he didn't see Yuchai's shadow, but noticed his feet hanging in midair.

Dabao loves to listen to stories, especially the legends of ghosts and ghosts told by those tea customers when they are greeted and sent off at the tea stand.

He remembered that someone told him that ghosts walk in the air without touching the ground.

Suddenly, some memories came to my mind, which was what Dabao saw through the lantern.

Not long ago, the breath of a living person suddenly appeared at the gate of Qixing Town.

On the edge of a cliff, a young man in red rescued a little drug boy in the hospital.

The man in black leading the horse met a doctor who missed his youngest son.

And at his tea stand, two strange men came, one with ginseng and the other with a sword.

Dabao heard that they wanted to enter Qixing Town, so he led them the way.

It's a pity that these two people didn't have a chance with him. After a pot of tea and several conversations, he couldn't talk about the lantern.

Instead, the man in black who was brought into the town by Dr. An took away his lantern.

That night, Dabao also saw those two strange men, calling the man in black who came to drink tea at his tea stand the head.

Seeing how respectful they were to Yu Huaiyin, he was certain that this guest officer was by no means a mortal, maybe he was the person he had been looking for all along who could break the rules of heaven and earth and lead him out of this tower.

Dabao recalled the reason why he gave the lantern to Yu Huaiyin, so he knew that he was indeed dead.

It's just that I still can't remember how he died or how long he was dead.

The road to the fourth floor was very short, but the fear that originated in his heart made him unable to breathe.

The truth of death was right in front of him, like every mortal who was greedy for life, he was unwilling to face it, but his heart was full of longing.

Dabao misses A Luo, and this longing is indelible, far exceeding the threat of fear.

He stepped up step by step, followed closely by Yu Huaiyin, and he saw balls of memory floating in the air.

This winding road is completely different from the straight road at the entrance of Liangji.

This road records a person's life of joys and sorrows.

In an old house, a young couple had twins.

Because the boy baby was born earlier than the girl baby, he became the older brother.

In the cradle, two wrinkled little people are holding hands, as if they know that the people around them are their own flesh and blood relatives. In the long journey of life in the future, they are destined to protect each other with their lives.

But time always flies so fast, the two children grew up gradually under the care of their parents, and depended on each other after their parents passed away one after another.

My elder brother was born honest and honest, and he inherited the small tea stall run by my father in the town. The business is not booming, but with his hard work, he can barely make ends meet.

The younger sister is quiet and gentle, and often goes to the riverside with the clam pickers in the town to pan for pearls. She collects those poor-looking pearls that are discarded and cannot be made into jewelry one by one, grinds them into powder, and sells them to cosmetic shops. Earn some hard-earned money to supplement the family.

It's a pity that such opportunities don't come often. Opening clams and pearls depends on luck, let alone a pearl picker like her.

"It turns out that she is your younger sister. She is very beautiful, and she is much better than your elder brother."

Yu Huaiyin felt the joy contained in these memories, and he teased Dabao a few words.

At the same time, I also noticed that after Dabao entered and saw these memories, his previous awkward state disappeared, but it was replaced by a kind of contented indifference.

But what makes Yu Huaiyin feel strange is that the girl he met in the street market wearing sackcloth and the girl standing by the river he saw on the screen are obviously the same person .

In other words, Dabao's younger sister still has a soul, and has not disappeared under the influence of the killing array.

Then why, the same souls trapped in Qixing Town, Anren and Anshun master and apprentice can coexist in the same lantern, but Dabao and Aluo can't meet each other?

For a while, Yu Huaiyin couldn't figure out the logical relationship, he wanted to know some more details about the past from Dabao.

But before he could open his mouth, a ball of light floated toward him as if it had grown legs.

He stretched out his hand to touch it, and the light and shadow rippled on his fingertips like the surface of water.

In the image, it is the benefit of one year's spring.

In Qixing Town, new willows sprouted, and an oily spring rain moistened everything, stirring up the hazy mist on the river.

Dabao sat in the tea shed, very leisurely, watching the passers-by drenched in water.

A bearded man carrying a burden trotted all the way to his tea stand.

Although the distance was far away, Dabao still recognized this person through his figure. This person was He Laosan, the storyteller under the stone bridge.

The rain came in such a hurry that the onlookers were expected to flee in all directions before they finished listening to a single page of the book.

When the listeners left, the storytellers naturally lost their business. When he had nothing to do, He Laosan liked to go to Dabao's tea stand to eat and drink for free.

Who is this foolish young man who likes to listen to stories from the rivers and lakes, after a book is told, tea and cakes are enough.

So He Laosan never brought food with him when he went to work.

"Mr. He is here. I prepared mung bean cake today. Do you have a new story about Jianghu?"

No, as soon as he was seated, a plate of tender green, delicious, fresh, sweet and soft pastries was placed in front of his eyes.

He Laosan swallowed, and was about to get it when he met Dabao's enthusiastic gaze.

"Yes, my brother wants to hear a story. I just found out new news from friends in the Jianghu."

"What news?" Dabao's curiosity was aroused by his deceptive tone.

Seeing that the fish had been hooked, He Laosan stroked his beard, "Brother, I've heard of the best sword in the world—Meng Buping!"