Master, he doesn't want to [Transmigration Book]

The old Taoist appeared in the forest and led a group of men in white clothes to this side, shaking the bell up and down while walking, and the bell shook into an afterimage in his hand.

"The yin people rush forward, and the yang people give way. If you want to avoid it or not, you will take care of yourself."

The old man's shout connected all the problems together.

The old Taoist once said that he came to accept people, two of them, from beginning to end, only he and "Jiang Yu" saw it, and the "Jiang Yu" in front of him was not human at all, that is to say, at the beginning this "Jiang Yu" "Jiang Yu" is fake.

Then why can he see it, but Yun Xu can't see the old Taoist group?

The only explanation is: his life is not long.

It is impossible for the protagonist to die, and it is impossible for him to be a human. The only explanation is that he will not live long, or in other words, he has to die tonight.

All doubts were easily resolved, and Feng Chang'an fell into an ice cave, vaguely remembering who said something about it.

A few days ago, the sweeper seemed to be saying to give him the elixir as soon as possible, so as not to force him to dig his own grave.

Could it be that the sweeper knew that he would not live long?But he is just a qi trainer, how can he judge the life and death of people?

"Giggle, don't be afraid, let's play a game." The ghost on Jiang Yu's face retracted, and the beautiful face was full of smiles. She wrung her fingers and raised her eyelids, revealing a pair of green vertical pupils.

"If you win, let you go, if you lose... giggling, you will know what will happen."

Feng Chang'an couldn't see the strength of this thing, so he could only roughly guess that it was an extremely vicious female ghost, and her cultivation level should be higher than that of ghost generals.

After death, people in the world turn into ghosts. Those who cannot enter reincarnation due to various reasons will live in the world and use various methods to practice the way of ghosts.

Ghosts are divided into three, six, nine grades, and the lowest rank is fierce ghosts, followed by ghost generals, ghost gods, ghost kings, ghost emperors, and ghost emperors. To be a ghost emperor is the ultimate.

The ghost emperor, whose strength is so tyrannical, can tear the barrier between worlds, cross space, jump out of the jurisdiction of heaven, and go to the legendary underworld.

I heard that the underworld is the hometown of ghosts, and it is no different from the human world. When you get there, if you are strong enough, you can plan your own blueprint, occupy the territory, create soldiers for yourself to drive, and dominate one side.

Therefore, after the death of most monks, they are not willing to reincarnate as human beings, but continue to practice in the body of ghosts, hoping to escape the jurisdiction of heaven and go to the underworld.

After thinking about it, Feng Changan drove Qingming in his body calmly. Qingming had been drained of half of his power before, and now he might be a bit reluctant to deal with the ghost in front of him.

But there is no way to do it, it is better than being unarmed and unarmed.

The young deer-like pupils trembled, obviously frightened, but pretended to be very imposing.

He calmly said, "What game?"

"Two wins in three rounds, the first round: Luoshu Jiugong Tu."

Light-white plain hands twisted a thread out of thin air, placed it on the ground, the fire was extinguished, the thunder was blocked by the invisible mist, and two nine palace diagrams appeared on the ground, and eight small wooden blocks were placed randomly.

"The game is very simple. The numbers around each space can be moved to the space. Players only need to rearrange the small wooden blocks in the order of one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, and eight. The one who spells out the result by the number of moves wins."

The boy's inconspicuous Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he said, "You decide the first round, but should I decide the second round?"

Who doesn't know how to play a game that he is familiar with, if someone else decides it every time, his side will undoubtedly lose.

"No, no, don't forget, this is me giving you a chance to live, not negotiating conditions with you, kid."

Jiang Yu stretched out his hand and shook it, put his finger on his lips, and hissed softly, "Did you hear anything? It's the sound of a sharp knife cutting through the penis, and blood splattering from the veins."

The air twisted, and two black coffins appeared side by side between the two nine-square grids.

The paint of the coffin has been peeled off, and the four corners have been eaten by insects and ants, exposing the wood inside the black paint.

"Since it's a game, it's better to add some jackpots. This is my jackpot."

A person floated out of the coffin near her. The girl in the sky blue dress bit her lip in pain, and turned her head to look at Feng Chang'an with difficulty. She was covered with black thorns, which tore through her clothes and stuck into her flesh.

"Wu Zhi... Wu Zhi Junior Brother..."

The girl's eyes were empty, her cheeks were full of tears, her mouth opened and closed, but there was no sound, only water dripping out.

"Junior Brother Wu Zhi...Zi Gui...Elder...Save me..."

"Senior Sister An Ning?!" Feng Chang'an's eyebrows twitched fiercely, his body that was already trembling with cold seemed to be strangled by a hand, and he couldn't breathe.

Luck?

Use people as a lottery? !

On her side, Jiang Yu was used as a lottery head, but on his side...

"This is my lottery, where's your lottery?" Ghost images appeared on Jiang Yu's face again, at first it was a sad face with a woman, but in an instant, it was replaced by a bloody baby's face.

The baby's two eyes were wide open, only Bai Ren was visible in the black and white eyes, and the veins were bulging on his face. After turning around twice, he changed back to Jiang Yu's beautiful face.

"What's your prize?" She raised her head and pointed at Feng Chang'an, and squeezed out a sinister sentence from her teeth, "Is that?"

Before Feng Chang'an could deny it, his body lightened, and Yun Xu, who was being supported by him, fell on another coffin. As soon as he was placed on top of it, black thorns climbed up his body and tied him tightly.

"You!" Feng Changan was so angry that he stood up.

Yun Xu must have been entangled in pain. When Yoyo woke up, his whole body began to freeze, even his hair was frozen by the ice. Although he closed his eyes, he did not lose consciousness. He heard what he said earlier for seven days. Seven or eight.

Unconsciously looking sideways at the scene in front of him, he opened his lips and softly whispered in Feng Chang'an's ear in secret words: "Calm down."

Feng Changan took a deep breath, and met his half-drowsy eyes.

The eyes of the other party, when they are not quiet, are always sparkling; when they are quiet, they are as cold as the stars in the sky, as if they don't care about everything.

Yun Xu held on to say such a sentence, but he didn't want to speak anymore, he was in pain, he felt something spinning and gnawing in his head and chest, but he couldn't find the root cause.

"The lottery is all there."

"Jiang Yu" showed an extremely excited expression: "Then let's start.

The game is over, if you lose, according to the number of extra steps, I will cut off a few pieces of your prize.

If I lose, you can also cut off a few pieces of my prize according to the extra steps.However, you and I must not be too far apart. In the next two rounds, the lottery will continue to be used. "

Feng Chang'an gritted his teeth and said: "The lottery is from my side, and it is my loss to cut it off. It is your lottery."

"There's nothing you can do if you're not happy, she's my lottery. If you win, let you go, she dies; if you lose, let her go, you die."

After finishing speaking, he covered his mouth and smiled coquettishly: "Giggle, isn't the result of this game interesting?"

A green light suddenly burst out from the two coffins, and a five-foot-long sharp knife was hanging on the coffins, pointing directly at the hearts of the two colorful heads.

"Wuzhi... junior brother..."

Jiang Yu's horrified eyes stared at the tip of the knife. He had just read four words for help, and looked at Elder Zigui, who was half-closed on the upper left and said nothing. .

This is a dead end, no matter whether you win or lose, someone has to die, either she dies, or Wu Zhi and his brother die.

Can't solve it.

Feng Chang'an gritted his teeth tightly, and squeezed out every single word from his teeth: "Whether I win or lose this game, I lose. It's not fair. I won't play anymore."

"Don't play anymore?" Her expression turned gloomy, twisting into a woman's face full of resentment, "Why don't you play anymore! You have to play, or I will kill them all!"

"Not playing." Feng Changan said coldly.

"Are you sure you don't want to play anymore?" The green vertical pupils flickered slightly, and the tip of the knife on the coffin moved in response to the invitation, piercing Caitou's flesh half a finger deep, "To play or not to play?!"

The boy didn't change his face: "Unless I win and take both away, I won't play."

The woman's face changed again and again, turning into a crying baby's face, and then back to a woman's face after a while. She seemed to be sure that the boy would not change his mind because of this, and it was not good for killing the lottery and not being exciting.

Resentment burst into the sky: "Take both away, but you won, you can choose one to take away."

Hearing this, Jiang Yu's eyes lit up when he was in despair, his pale face became agitated, and she couldn't even feel the pain of the knife point penetrating the penis.

If Junior Brother Wu Zhi chooses her, she will be able to survive.

can...

wrong.

Jiang Yu's face was ugly, he stared at the dark sky in despair, couldn't hold back his tears.

Elder Zigui is his master, how can a disciple choose an outsider instead of his master?

She was dead, must be dead.

Feng Chang'an refused to give in for half a step: "Both must be taken away."

"Don't even think about it!" the female ghost roared hysterically, "I'll kill you all! Kill them all!"

It seems that this is the female ghost's bottom line, and she can no longer back down.

Feng Changan was cold and nervous, fearing that the female ghost would turn his face suddenly, and a dense layer of cold sweat would break out on his back, so he hurriedly stepped forward and stepped into the Jiugong Diagram.

"I play."

The Nine Palaces Map is composed of nine grids, and the remaining eight grids have wooden blocks, and he just stepped on the empty grid.

"Play... play, play, okay."

The female ghost spoke intermittently, her anger disappeared, and there was a gloomy smile on her blue and white face. She twisted a piece of wood contentedly, and said sadly: "Then, children, the game has begun!"

"Boom!"

The black clouds in the sky completely covered the first-quarter moon, and in the dark darkness, thunder exploded, shaking the ground and mountains.

In an instant, lightning brought a gust of wind and rain, rolling in like sand and water hitting the shore.

"哗啦啦啦" It was like a hole in the sky, and it began to rain heavily.

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[Whether it is Yun Xu's real son or illegitimate child one by one

Feng Chang'an: I've waited so long, why hasn't Lei killed you yet? !

Yun Xu: Sorry, I am the main character :)

Feng Chang'an: Yes, you are the protagonist!Then why did the thunder strike you?Could it be... aren't you Tiandao's own son? !

Yun Xu's smile is stiff: because the author didn't give me a strong protagonist aura :)

Feng Chang'an pondered: ... I know, the author is laying the groundwork, in fact, you are the illegitimate child of heaven!

What a Miserable Man·Yun Xu: QwQ

Bastard, sounds so reasonable! 】

Make up for yesterday's 8.19 today, hhh

Ah, I want to write Sankai, I want to write about juniors, and I want to write about ghosts.

Ah, please wake me up, the sun will be gone on the third day, and I still want to open it on the third day :)