Qingyue Temple

Locked in the coffin by it, he patted the coffin lid and shouted: "Master, are you awake? Do you remember me? I am Shanshui, what did you lock me up for?"

good water...

His name?

It sounds good.

Just to lock him up.

In this way, he will not run around and go where it cannot see.

It reached out and touched him.

It's inside.

behind him.

He froze.

"...Master?"

Ok?

The throat seemed unable to make a sound, but it responded to him.

Did he hear it?

Its icy hands wrapped around his body, preventing him from moving.

...always wanting to do something.

but,

...the coffin seems a little small.

Go to sleep.

The cold and dry air seemed to become moist and alive because of his presence.

It felt like every cell in its body was clamoring to embrace him.

Hugging is not enough, I want my cold blood to penetrate into his warm veins, I want my dead soul to immerse into his living body, I want to turn into powder and get into his breath.

Just when it felt that its stiff heart was about to beat again, it found him half lying on top of it, falling asleep...

……

Turning over, he pressed his head down, staring at him with crimson eyes.

At first it just wanted to look at him, to have him in its sights.

Later I found out that he was an apprentice.

What is an apprentice?

can not eat.

But it is.

Well, it does.

So be together.

and then?

After thinking about it, he lowered his head and moved closer, getting closer and closer to his cheek, and quietly bit Shanshui's cheek below.

……

Still very hungry.

Really can't eat it?

I always feel like wanting to swallow it.

Jujubes cannot be swallowed like food.

I have to lick his skin bit by bit, gnaw out the flesh and blood in the crevices of his bones, suck out the marrow in his bone cavity, his throat, his lips, his eyes... bit by bit, bit by bit , finish eating.

It tilted its head and looked at the person in front of it, lying quietly in his arms.

If he eats so cleanly, he will lose it, and he still prefers the way he talks to himself with a smile and calls him master over and over again.

...Forget it, be hungry.

It brushed away the broken hair around his ears a little, and then lay back on his side, with cold lips and teeth buried in the hollow of his neck, and the long hair like a waterfall flowing all over his body.

In the dark and narrow coffin, the two leaning together lay with their necks crossed.

Those crimson eyes full of blood were closed by Fang Shanshui's ears, putting away a dangerous and terrifying evil spirit, and the long and pointed nails were placed on Fang Shanshui obediently like blades in sheaths.

In the quiet coffin, only one person's shallow breathing was heard.

·

"Master, the disciple has gone down the mountain."

... downhill.

Watching him kowtow in front of the coffin, it suddenly understood what he meant.

He is leaving.

Not just in a house where he couldn't see, but where he couldn't touch, feel, or affect him.

He also doesn't come to say hello to it every day and call it Master.

For a while, the dark cave was so quiet that a needle could be heard, and there was an inexplicable chill in the surroundings, which was very oppressive. The atmosphere became heavy and cold, full of strange pressure, and he felt that something was wrong.

Under the coffin, black shadows with cold air poisoned the ground, covered with patches of hoarfrost, enveloping the people kneeling in front of the coffin in the cold air.

It was very cold, and his breathing became stagnant, as if it was about to freeze into ice in the surrounding cold air.

Seeing that his eyes were a little dazed, it seemed to be affected by the chill, so it couldn't help stretching out its hand and touching his face.

It stared at him for a moment, then raised its head to look at it.

It withdrew its hand and returned to the coffin.

I don't want him to see it as it is now.

It was cold and stiff, with a blue face, long hair, blood red eyes, dark purple lips, and fangs in its mouth... Compared to him, it seemed ugly.

What it likes is that he is warm and soft, with a white but not blue face, not long hair, warm black eyes, pale pink lips, neat little white teeth, um, not long nails, and a nice voice .

It was ugly and not at all a creature like him.

Can't let him see it.

Otherwise, you may be hated and then dismissed.

If you are bitten by it, you will be angry, if you are hugged by it, you will refuse, and you will not call it master with warmth, and you may feel disgusted as if you saw a monster.

……

sad.

The coffin lid was tightly closed, as if it had never been opened, only the frost on the ground condensed little by little, gathered from all around, gathered under the coffin, and disappeared.

"Master?"

"...Master?"

He called it outside the coffin, as if wondering why it came out to say hello and then hid, but it didn't answer or make any movement.

He seemed to give up, but said through the coffin: "Master, you stay on the mountain obediently, don't leave, I will come back to see you during the holidays."

Watch him turn away until he turns into the passage and is out of sight.

"Squeak", it pushed the coffin away and followed behind him.

He didn't stop until he reached the entrance of the cave, watching the big rock rumbling down, isolating his figure from the outside.

The heavy dragon-breaking stone made the whole cave shake, and the earth and stone fragments Kerala kept falling and rolled to its feet. The vibration gradually stopped until the last ray of light at the entrance of the cave was blocked.

Will he come back?

It will, he has said.

Maybe the next time he came back, it could hide its fangs, make its face look a little better, make itself a living person, a little more like him.At that time, he shouldn't hate it.

Back in the coffin, I didn't bother to close the lid, and just lay there.

The crimson eyes looked at a beam of light refracted three times from the ceiling of the cave. If he didn't come back, that's okay.

The five long purple-black nails seemed to be a huge spider hanging on the edge of the coffin, and then found the direction of the moonlight, and landed on its own heart.

Faintly, one can see a thread connecting it from the depths of its heart, leading to the distance.

It stretched out a nail, and stirred the thread that held its soul.

【嗡......】

In the distance, it seemed to see the apprentice who had already reached the bottom of the mountain, stopped, and turned his head to look up the mountain.

……Yes, it is like that.

No matter where he goes, he can't escape, it can always find him.

·

It has fallen into a deep sleep since he came down the mountain.

Time passed quickly in the darkness, I don't know how long I slept, suddenly the dead heart seemed to be pulled, waking it up from its slumber.

Someone moved its prey.

Even pulling his soul away from his body.

The crimson eyes opened with a bloody breath, and looked into the distance along the soul thread connected to him.

The fangs that have gradually disappeared in the mouth can hardly help coming out, and the bloodthirsty desire almost makes the person who wants to see it tear into pieces.

The long, pointed purple-black nails stretched into the void instantly, grabbing the ant that dared to move its thing.

【What……?ah--! 】

Puchi, the small green flame in the palm was pinched out, the screaming voice changed in panic, and then the breath of life was cut off, but there seemed to be a similar breath interfering with its perception.

...What a nuisance.

But there is one more.

The hand stretched out again, across the distant time and space, along his body, and came to him.

Fingers protruded from his chest, grabbing the black ugly bauble.

Looking at the thing in his hand from a distance, it was a little angry... Such an ugly thing dared to appear in front of him!

The subordinate couldn't help exerting force, and before the black and ugly cockroach had time to struggle and howl a few times, it was crushed into a puddle of mud, and was dragged into the void by that hand like a dead fish.

"Master?"

Leaning against the wall, he regained his composure, as if he already knew that it had helped him, so he called out to it.

It hesitated for a while, but still pulled the ugly black thing away from him first.

It didn't turn its head to look at him until it threw the unsightly black thing into its stomach, and its crimson eyes seemed to be stained with blood.

It was reluctant to bite people twice more, but was bitten by some ants.

In the dark Langya Cave, the coffin seemed to be dyed red by the flames, buzzing and trembling, and the evil spirit in the sky, like the whirlpool of the Haihe River, seemed to be stirred by a hurricane.

"cough……"

At this time, he leaned against the wall and coughed twice, as if he was very weak.

The trembling coffin fell silent.

It wanted to reach out and wrap its arms around him, and wanted to pull him back to its own world, and didn't want to see him being hurt by some bugs so far away from it.

Soon... soon it will be able to leave here.

I've been by his side ever since.

Stretching out a hand and placing it on his shoulder, the evil spirit in his hand slowly poured into his body, sweeping away and devouring all the evil spirit in his body while not hurting him.

Feeling that he seemed to be no longer uncomfortable, it retracted its hand with some nostalgia, and returned to its own coffin.

Its body has gradually produced a real ghost, and now it can stay away from the coffin for a short period of time, but it will consume its evil spirit excessively in the overflowing sunlight and wind, but soon, these will not be enough. Another problem.

From a distance, it saw him turning his head and looking around, as if looking for its figure.

Of course he couldn't find it.

But it likes to see him like this, its eyes are all alone.