Obsessive hunting Ⅰ

For thousands of years, the so-called ghosts and gods have always relied on the obsession in people's hearts to exist.Greed, hatred, ignorance, love, evil, and desire are all obsessions that are difficult to unravel. If the obsessions are not extinguished and dissipate, and eventually become evil, the world will be difficult to peaceful and peaceful, and disasters will arise.

Therefore, I don't know when, a mysterious profession independent of the human world appeared, called the obsessed hunter.

According to folklore, they can observe yin and yang, interpret fortunes, exorcise ghosts, and travel through time. They wander between the past and the present, using the most ordinary identities as cover, but they will be involved in every bizarre psychic case. When it happened, it appeared quietly, dripping blood and transforming into form, hunting obsession.

There was a rumor that their strength was terrifying, but their fate was very sad.

Qi Mo is 22 years old this year. He has traveled many places alone. He was entrusted by his relatives to find a young obsessed hunter.

When he first came to Lianqing Ancient Town, he didn't have much hope for this old and dilapidated town, and he didn't think he could meet the person he was looking for here. It was just the most ordinary stop in the long journey. .

Unexpectedly, before he could find a place to rest, the sudden rumors plunged the whole town into panic.

I heard that the new fortune teller who came to the town died strangely a month ago. Just yesterday, he died on the path he must pass to go home.When the old man selling breakfast found him, he was so frightened that he spilled hot porridge all over the floor. When he recalled it afterwards, he was still trembling, saying that he had never seen someone die so badly, let alone a demigod who claimed to have boundless magic power.

"I went to see the person when he was being carried away. Oh... how should I put it, my eyes are still open, and I am dying." The aunt with the vegetable basket chattered to the female companion next to her, "The place on the chest, the flesh and blood It’s all turned up, and my family member said that the heart may have been taken out—with bare hands! His second sister, how can you say that bare hands can penetrate the heart, it’s a crime!”

"Who says it's not, maybe that Li Banxian'er has dealt with ghosts and gods a lot, committed some evil things, and got retribution?"

"Then it seems that the so-called half fairy is nothing special. It's not as long as those of us with black eyes. What are you trying to do?"

"Hey, who would have thought that he would come to town for a month and make a lot of money, but in the end he just bought himself a good coffin..."

There was a bit of regret in the tone, but it also revealed a bit of happiness, and the two chatted and walked away slowly.

Qi Mo stood where he was, calmly watching the direction they left, with his thin lips slightly pursed, as if meditating on something.

Then in the next second, he suddenly felt a strange wind in his ear, and then his arms tightened, and he was pulled out a few meters away. A carriage loaded with rice noodles sped past him, and the owner of the carriage turned back with difficulty and waved his hand. Before he could finish his sentence, he had already disappeared into the rising dust.

"I'm sorry I can't control the beast—"

Qi Mo: "..."

He turned around indifferently, wanting to see which kind-hearted person nearly dislocated his arm, but he met his scrutinizing gaze.

The young boy was about in his early twenties, tall and tall, with a very handsome appearance, like a pampered young master from a wealthy family, but his bangs were slightly longer, revealing a pair of lazy and slightly uninhibited long and narrow eyes, which were revealed unconsciously. There is a sense of danger that strangers should not get close to.

"Just watch the road obediently when you walk. It's not good for you to listen to too much gossip."

The other party's tone was quite unruly, but that's not the point, after all, Qi Mo didn't pay attention to it, the important thing was that he narrowed his eyes and smiled when he saw the former for the first time.

"Li Yunsheng?"

He clearly called out the boy's name without the slightest hesitation, so that the other party was about to leave, but when he heard this sentence, he suddenly stopped in his tracks, looking at him with inexplicable vigilance.

"You recognize me?"

"We met in Hubei eight years ago." Qi Mo said slowly, "At that time, your master brought you and your senior brother to visit my aunt, and I was on the tree in the yard. picked a flower."

It had already become a trivial matter buried in the wheel of history, as insignificant as dust, but at this moment it was brought up again without warning. Li Yunsheng, who has always had a good memory, found that he had only ignored it, but he had never forgotten it.

He thought for a while, then raised his eyebrows angrily for a while: "So it's you? Senior Bai Chenxiang's nephew?"

"My name is Qi Mo."

"Ah, yes, I remember you mentioned it to me." Li Yunsheng smiled half a smile, and couldn't help but look at him seriously again, "You look better than before. I didn't expect that after eight years, you would be in this kind of place. meet again somewhere."

The blood-colored thin lips curled up lightly, Qi Mo nodded slightly, and said in a gentle manner: "Is Senior Li Ziyuan okay? My aunt has been thinking about him very much."

Unexpectedly, Li Yunsheng's expression turned cold instantly as soon as he said this, and the black eyes seemed to have condensed the wind and snow all over the sky, and the chill was piercing to the bones.

He turned his gaze away and responded word by word in a deep voice.

"My master, he is dead."