Chang'an with a square heart

Chang stood quietly on the bridge, looking at the shimmering water below the bridge.

He lowered his head slightly, and the profile of his face reflected a different kind of vicissitudes in the dim light of scattered lights.

Distant and lonely.

Today is July and a half, the most cloudy day.He was holding a paper money joss stick in his hand, and a not-so-delicate but very special lamp.

Every July and a half, he would find a place with water, clear and clear, and put a lamp for his old friend.

Chang'an's fingers are not slender, but the moment he pushed the river lantern, it reflected a shocking beauty and magnificence.

Peerless.

It's only at this time that you will come to me for a moment in this skin, you really are stingy with time.

"Jiuxiao..." Muran was startled, and couldn't hold back his murmurs.

"Don't meddle in that matter for now." The clear and light voice indicated the fleeting time that could not go back.

After all it is different.

"I'm afraid I want to intervene, but I have no intention." The slightly majestic eyes drooped, and the look in the shadows was blurred.

"Is that what you mean, or?" The answer has already been imprinted in my heart, but why bother.

Whenever Ling Xiao is in this state, he will easily provoke his anger.This kind of Ling Xiao is very similar to... Wuxin is like him and he dare not think about it.

"I am no longer the Ling Jiuxiao of the past, but you are still..." Ling Xiao smiled lightly, and did not continue, he could no longer feel the connection between the other party's mind.

The consciousness was forced out of the body, and then he saw a back that was as determined as before.

Chang'an has turned around and walked away.

The joss stick was unburned, and the ghost paper floated half of the water.

I'm a ghost, and I want my dad to save me.

This is what I was told three days after I 'went away' from home.Whoever told me I can't tell you.

I felt like I was a ghost and couldn't get rid of it, and those stupid doctors told Dad I was mentally ill.

I don't admit it, but it doesn't work.

I wanted to run, but they tied me up with a rope, which made me very painful, but my mother would rather shed tears than come to help me.

I yelled to my mother that I was tired and fell asleep.I don't want to cry, I just want to be free.I struggled hoarsely in my dream, and woke up like this.

I didn't know it at the time, I thought I was free, I ran out of the house like crazy, farther and farther until the car went through me and I couldn't run anymore.

Can only float.

Across the road stood a sister in a red dress. His long hair was so black and his eyes were so beautiful. He got into a car, and a few seconds later, the car was broken under the wheels of the big truck.

But nothing happened to him.

Brother, I smiled at him, and he gave me a surprised look, as if he didn't understand why the little ghost could see through his disguise.

But I just do.

Oh, by the way, an uncle with a pair of extremely majestic eyes just walked past and glanced at me.Then I saw shadows floating out of my body one by one, by the way, how can a ghost have a body?

He told me I was a ghost, but not dead.

You must never tell others.

The meeting with Ling Xiao put Chang An in a bad mood for many days, but during these many days, the bookstore was still open.

Chang'an is a person who distinguishes between public and private.

It is four o'clock in the afternoon, the hottest time of the day has passed, and even the chirping of the autumn cicada is slightly tired.

A man walked into the bookstore. This man was almost middle-aged, but he was in good condition.Chang An guessed that despite his high position, he must have a happy family.

However, when the man began to choose books, Chang An knew that he might be wrong again this time.

Pushing up the iron-gray glasses on the bridge of his nose slightly, a trace of black air flowed out, and he sighed.

The master said that when he takes off the Wuxin mirror, he can also detect obstacles, and when he is allowed to do that.Now, Wuxin Mirror's effect is still as good, and he is still as innocent.

What the hell.

The man turned the pages of the book intently, and Chang An looked at him casually.

It wasn't until 6 minutes before the bookstore closed that the man slowly raised his head from the book. His movements were very slow, as if he had made a lot of determination.

"My stepdaughter is suffering from depression, and I want you to save her." After he made up his mind, he spoke very simply.

"What about the price?"

"My property and anything that can be done within my ability." He seemed afraid that these were not enough bargaining chips, paused, and then said again: "You know, besides City J, I have a lot of things in other places. "

Because of the pause between his words, Chang An became a little interested in the so-called "things" in his words.

When he nodded, the man breathed a sigh of relief.

"You should go to Zhao Mu for this matter." Seeing Chang An walking in wearing glasses, Mo Ran sat up straight with a rare serious tone.

"He probably doesn't want to see me yet. And there are some things that only you can do." After I met Ling Xiao.

"You really think highly of me, the taste of the cold war is not good."

"This joke is not funny at all."

"I said Xiao An'an, it's strange that people miss you..." It's not surprising that the cat spit out people's words, this official organization is no less tricky than the private one.

"Have you thought about how to kill me?" Pointing to the glasses: "Based on this? Don't move around."

"How dare I, I just remind you that Zhao Mu has recently received a business." The cat's eyes narrowed slightly, indescribably lazy and comfortable.

"And got into trouble?"

"Xiao An'an, you've made progress!" The cat's minions fluttered excitedly: "It didn't turn around and left..."

So Chang An turned around and left.

Damn Chen Yan, couldn't he just seal up his killing intent?Bring some old things and show them to someone.

In fact, it was Zhao Mu who saw the little girl first. You know, Taoist priests will probably have more business visits in the middle of July.In particular, a professional Taoist priest like Zhao Mu with a high degree of education and cultural literacy.

A father who loves his daughter eagerly will not place his hope on one person.

Qingyang Taoist Temple is Zhao Mu's property. Qingyang Taoist Temple was established on the site of a famous ancient temple, and most of the ancient temples like this are places that ghosts like but fear.

So when the little girl easily floated in front of him and sweetly called him 'brother' with divine sense, he was really surprised.

The little girl's soul is very pure, like a crystal.He was completely different from Zhao Mu who saw the doll-like hollow and numb appearance in that luxurious mansion.

Seven different remnants of souls were forcibly stuffed with spiritual consciousness, and Zhao Mu had never seen a human being who could perform as well as she did.

Although that guy made some moves.

On the day they first met, he was so frightened and angry that he could barely control his mana to avoid hurting others.The violent turbulence of the aura around him directly caused deep cracks in everything in the room.Ironically, the middle-aged man who witnessed all this has since believed that he can save his daughter.

Even he was allowed to stay alone in the room.

Of course, there was no main soul in her body, so he gently pulled out the thinnest silver needle in the rosewood box, and the brightest ray of sunlight at noon condensed on the needle tip, enveloping the room full of grandeur and desolation, at that moment, Time stands still and breath is forgotten.

At some point, the tail of the needle inserted into the little girl's Tanzhong acupoint trembled slightly, and her slender fingers touched the center of the little girl's eyebrows, and at the same time, a golden needle pierced Baihui like lightning.

The little girl's delicate face twitched violently, and finally turned rosy.

A gentle woman in the cloister broke free from her husband's hand and leaned on the railing, sobbing.

The little girl opened her eyes, which were empty and confused.She was very quiet, inputting a large amount of mana into pure yang energy, temporarily delaying the first sacrifice of the 'Seven Soul Blood Sacrifice'.

call...

The weakness of mana made him gasp a bit, Zhao Mu wiped off the sweat from his forehead, fortunately in time.

Qiqi 49 days, one festival every seven days.

The first sacrifice is for essence and blood, the second is for love, the third is for spirit, the fourth is for soul, the fifth is for fleeting years, the sixth is for heart, and the seventh is for ghosts and true spirits.

He didn't want to think about it, but it was very clear.

During the Kaiyuan period of the Tang Dynasty, there was a person who did this, although only half of it was done.But he will never forget the blood demon that filled the whole world and the body and mind that was crushed, but the figure was still smiling and gradually dissipated after suffering a lot.

It's just that at that time, he was just an unknown mountain trail.

However, now, he clenched his fists, he already had the qualifications to participate in this level of events, but he would rather that such innumerable vicious methods never appear in the world.

The author has something to say: No one will read it... But I will work hard!Desperately saving manuscripts.