Plane Small Bookstore [System]

Mai Dong just went out to go to the bathroom, but he didn't expect to see such a scene when he came back.

Suddenly, there was a layer of blood mist outside.

ghost.

Countless bluish-white ghosts surrounded the wooden house, dots of blue will-o'-the-wisps lit up one after another in the faint blood mist, and faint cries wafted in the wind, like resentment or admiration, like weeping like complaints.

He fell to the ground with a thud, his whole body was stiff, his throat seemed to be blocked, he couldn't make a sound, and his face was soon covered with warm tears.

With the last bit of his strength, he scrambled and hid behind the bushes, knowing how embarrassed he was without looking at him.

Looking through the gaps between the leaves, one can see gusts of wind, ghosts crying and wolves howling, and demons dancing wildly.For a moment, he even wondered if he had strayed into Huangquan Road, which is the underworld.

He was as cold as a dead man.

Or in fact, he is already dead, this is the world of the dead.

While he was thinking wildly, a wooden door on the other side of the guest room creaked and opened.

The moon shrank in the clouds, and the courtyard instantly became dark.

In the quiet night, this slight sound was no less earth-shattering than thunder on the ground in Mai Dong's ears.His scalp tightened, his heart beat like a wild horse, and he even felt a slight pain.He rubbed his arms, and only then realized that he had goose bumps all over his body.

Under Mai Dong's curious and worried eyes, a figure came out of the house and stood in the corridor, only a few steps away from the ghost closest to him.He couldn't see the person's appearance clearly, he could only tell that it was a man by the general outline.

And the appearance of the man seemed to have stimulated the group of ghosts, crying loudly for a while, shaking his brain and eyes.

Seeing that the ghosts were about to approach the man, Mai Dong took out the mobile phone from his pocket in a panic, and froze when he was about to dial.

Who is he calling?

119? 110? 120?

Their business does not include exorcising ghosts!

Exorcising ghosts should... find a Taoist priest!Yes, you should find a Taoist priest!He was excited for a few seconds, and suddenly withered.

... Isn't this in the Taoist temple? !

Just when he was in a state of desperation and didn't know what to do, he heard a sharp male voice: "The grassroots king Jizhong was killed by thieves for no reason, I implore the Lord Qingtian to be the master of the grasslands!!!"

Then there was the chorus of all the ghosts: "Master Qingtian, please wait for me and wait for me!"

Mai Dong:? ? ?

"...Did you recognize the wrong person?" The clear voice of the person on the corridor floated in the night with a hint of coolness: "I'm not some Qingtian master."

This voice is a bit familiar.Mai Dong froze for a moment, and immediately remembered—isn't this Lejing?

"I didn't admit my mistake." The sharp ghost voice sounded again: "I'm a dead ghost wandering in the world, suffering from low mana and unable to take revenge, because the resentment in my heart can't be reincarnated, and I can only wander in time."

"As soon as you go out today, Xianjun, the evil spirits flee, and all the ghosts retreat. Even the good people of the ten generations in the underworld can't compare with your merits. We don't know which god you are from the sky, but we only know that you must be the master for the people. What a fairy."

"The grassroots have a grievance, and you are willing to ask the fairy to be the master for us!"

The rest of the ghosts shouted: "I implore the fairy to be the master for us!"

Mai Dong listened to these words in a daze, and the doubts in his heart flowed like a river.

Master Qingtian?Xianjun?merit?Grassroots?

Is this a TV show?

He looked around subconsciously, but he didn't see the camera.

"...How did you get in here?" He heard Le Jing ask: "This is a Taoist temple, and there is an enchantment set up. It stands to reason that you innocent souls should not be able to enter."

"We said we wanted to redress our grievances, but the head of Lingxuzi let us in." The ghost sighed, "Daoist Master Lingxuzi is a good man."

"...That's all." Mai Dong heard Le Jing sigh, and his voice was a little helpless: "What grievance do you have?"

The moon came out from the dark clouds, and the bright moonlight sprinkled softly on the yard.The young man looked down at the ghosts in the corridor, his jade-like face seemed to be shining under the moonlight, giving his plain expression a bit of solemnity and sacredness.

A gust of wind blew by, the young man put his hands behind his back, the sleeves of his black Taoist robe fluttered, and the belt fluttered, as if he was going to ride the wind and go back to the sky.

Mai Dong's heart was beating suddenly, he stared at the young man floating like a fairy under the moonlight, reluctant to leave his sight.

It has nothing to do with love, it is the instinctive appreciation of beauty for creatures.

"My name is Wang Jizhong, and I want to sue my neighbor Wang Qiang! He had a beastly face and killed me when I was not prepared, and tricked my wife into marrying him. Not only did he take all of my family's property, but he also abused my son!" Moo Moo, a strong man, cried: " Please punish the sinner and avenge me!"

"My name is Su Jianqiu, and I want to sue my stepfather, Li Yuan! He is a beast! He...he raped me when I was eight years old...I was ruined by him for eight years...eight years... Please let Xianjun be the master for me, please let Xianjun be the master for me." The immature female ghost kowtowed in the direction of Le Jing: "Please let the fairy be the master for me!"

"My name is Zhao Zhuoyuan, and I want to sue my ex-boyfriend Cui Yan! His despicable villain tricked a woman into marriage, and he will kill me if I tell the truth. My eight years of youth have been fed to dogs like this! I hate it! I hate it so much!"

"My name is Zhou Lin, and I want to sue my husband..."

"Uncle, my name is Wang Jingjing. I have always been very good. Can you ask my father why he always hits me..."

Under the moonlight, the terrifying and gloomy group of ghosts cried out all kinds of crimes against the people of the mortal world, and every sentence was tears of blood that could not be melted away.This situation is so absurd and bizarre, it is like a black humor.

Mai Dong listened in a daze, tears streaming down his face before he knew it.He suddenly remembered a sentence he read in a book when he was young: The human heart is more terrifying than ghosts and gods.

Look not into the heart, for the heart is darker than hell.

Under the moonlight, the young man frowned, his star-like eyes were imposing, and his whole body was like a sharp sword out of its sheath, with a cold light, sharp and unstoppable, trying to kill all the ghosts and ghosts in the world.

He stretched out his hand, and under Mai Dong's shocked gaze, an iron-black long sword slowly took shape in his hand, and he gently pulled out a blade from the scabbard, the blade was sharp and shone coldly under the moonlight , an invisible aura oscillated, and the endless cries of ghosts stopped suddenly. The group of ghosts held their breath and looked up at the youth in the corridor on the stage in awe.

Mai Dong only felt his heart calm down, and the dark emotions that had been lurking in his heart for a long time were swept away.He stared blankly with a refreshing smile that faded from fatigue, as quiet and peaceful as a newborn child.

"163 ghosts, 201 sinners, I will write them down for now." The young man closed his sword, held it in his arms, and stood alone on the high corridor, coldly staring at the ghosts in the audience: "If the situation is true, then I will naturally I will seek justice for you."

The next moment, all the ghosts cheered happily: "Xie Xianjun!"

"In the next life, I will make a grass title ring to repay the great kindness of the fairy!"

"Thank you benefactor, I will dream of my mother and ask her to send you a pennant!"

The young man looked up at the bright moon on the beam in silence, the brilliance in his eyes corresponded to the moon in the sky.

……

Mai Dong didn't know how long he squatted behind the bushes, when he went back to the room and lay down under the quilt, he heard the ringing of bells in the distance.

The sound of the bell is simple, deep, and heavy, as if it has crossed time, drifting from the Hanshan Temple thousands of years ago into the night of his dream.

In the dream, the world was vast, and there was a cold fairy who protected him behind him, and cut off thousands of troops with a single sword.

Since then, the evil spirits have been exterminated, and Haiyan and Heqing have been cleared.

The water in the heart of the river is long, only the autumn moon is white.

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Holding the sword, Le Jing gently pushed open a wooden door.There was a light breathing sound from inside the door, obviously the owner was still fast asleep.

Different from Lejing's single room, this room is a Datong shop, and there are seven or eight people sleeping in it.

Le Jing's gaze swept over each face, and finally stopped on one face.

This is a very ordinary man.

With fat cheeks and slightly bald hair, he is a middle-aged greasy old man who can be seen everywhere on the roadside.

His name is Li Yuan, and he is Su Jianqiu's stepfather.

The world is so tricky.The stepfather Li Yuan who humiliated Su Jianqiu for eight years and forced her to commit suicide happened to be the lighting engineer of the crew.

At this time, he was sleeping soundly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was having a sweet dream.But Su Jianqiu's body was sleeping at the bottom of the icy river, being eaten by fish and shrimp, and he lost the right to dream forever.

He hung his hand above Li Yuan's forehead, and chanted the incantation lightly. Wisps of black air flowed towards his mouth and nose accompanied by his true energy, and soon his ruddy face was covered with a faint layer of black air. A sarcoma in the neck slowly formed.The tumor was black and shaped like a hideous human face.

Ghost face sores.

This is a terrible curse.

The father's debt is paid by the son, and the ghost haunts him.However, even if there is no blood relationship, as long as the subject is close to someone, they will also get ghost face sores.

The ghost face sore feeds on the vitality of the host until the host is exhausted and dies miserably.

What Le Jing just injected into Li Yuan's body was Su Jianqiu's resentment.From then on, Li Yuan had to live miserably with Su Jianqiu's resentment and curse on his back.

This spell was read by Le Jing in a witchcraft book in the Xiaohonghuang plane, and he made improvements to the ghost face sores on Li Yuan.

The improved ghost face sore is not contagious, nor will it harm relatives. It will only haunt Li Yuan and make his life worse than death.

In this way, it can be regarded as bad news.

He withdrew his hand and walked out of the cabin quietly.A delicate young girl outside the door bowed to him, "Thank you, Xianjun."

Le Jing stopped in his tracks, and his indifference disappeared quickly like new snow in the sun.He curled his lips and showed a gentle smile to the girl: "In the next life, I have to vote for a good family."

"En!" The girl smiled like a flower: "Xianjun, goodbye."

The girl's body turned into a spot of light and slowly disappeared into the world.

There are 200 sinners left.

Le Jing glanced at the bright moon hanging high.

The bright moon is selfless and shines on the world equally.

But some people are not qualified to sleep peacefully under the moonlit night.