Raising ghosts is risky

Cang Minghai's soft question scared Cang Bo out of his wits, and hid behind Xing Zhan.

Xing Zhan wanted to help his forehead, and said in a low voice, "Didn't you say that you got your great-uncle done?"

Cang Bo tremblingly said: "No, that's right, I, I did send him to the room, and I also closed the door for him."

"How can I have pig teammates like you?"

"Can this also be my fault?" Cang Bo yelled at being wronged, and tremblingly said to Cang Minghai, "Grand Uncle, you, why are you back?"

"Based on the way you've worked so hard when you're lying, if I don't see it, I'm living in vain." Cang Minghai walked towards them expressionlessly. Although he was talking to Cang Bo, his gaze stayed on Xing Bo. Zhan and Gong Mu's body.

"Yes, I'm sorry..." Cangbo shrank behind Xing Zhan like an ostrich.

As soon as Cang Minghai raised his hand, the book in Cang Bo's hand flew into his hand with a swish, this move made Xing Zhan's eyes look straight.

He flipped through the book, his expression became solemn, and then he looked at Xing Zhan again, but out of politeness, he didn't make any moves.

Xing Zhan hurriedly offered the book in his hand with both hands, not wanting to cause unnecessary conflicts.

Cang Minghai just glanced at the cover, surprise flashed in his usual cold and indifferent eyes.

But he quickly regained his composure, and his eyes drooped slightly: "Xiao Bo, you entered my study privately and brought outsiders with you, how should you punish yourself?"

Cang Bo was dejected: "I will punish you for copying the mantra of purifying your heart two hundred times."

"Only two hundred times?"

"Five hundred times!" Cang Bo was about to cry.

"You go now..."

"You know what we're looking for, right?" Xing Zhan said suddenly.

Cang Minghai met Shang Xing Zhan's gaze, his eyes were as cold as ice and as sharp as a knife.Cang Bo kept gesturing at him to signal him not to make Cang Minghai angry, but Xing Zhan turned a blind eye.

"One is 'Xinmao' and the other is 'Kuisi'. With your intelligence, it's easy to guess, right?" Although he knew that the person standing in front of him was not an ordinary person, Xing Zhan was not afraid. The forbidden area is very unnatural, but he must seize every opportunity.

"So?" Cang Minghai responded indifferently.

Xing Zhan laughed, he realized that Cang Minghai is really a difficult person to deal with.People have desires and desires, and desires have flaws. Xing Zhan has seen too many people with desires and desires, but Cang Minghai does not, or his desires and desires are not generally given.Cang Minghai has a cold personality, he doesn't like hard and soft, he is a hundred-year-old man after all, he is good at braking with stillness, and responding to changes with the same.

For such a person, don't expect to be able to make out any words, only straightforwardness may still have hope.

"'Renchen', we want to find the book 'Renchen'."

Cang Minghai walked slowly to the bookshelf, and slowly put the book back on the shelf: "There is no such book."

Xing Zhan and Gong Mu exchanged a look, and did not ask stupidly like "How could this be the only one missing?" "Have you ever seen a ghost mask?"

Cang Minghai rested his fingers on the spine of the book, his snow-like face turned paler, and the corners of his eyes trembled slightly: "You have seen it before."

Xing Zhan smiled wryly: "Yes, I have."

Cang Minghai walked out slowly, indifferent and alienated: "Not everything can be touched, and not all questions should be explored. Before you get into trouble, I suggest you get out quickly. Come out, I'm going to lock the door .”

"What if I told you I've gotten into trouble?"

"Brother Zhan!" Cang Bo exclaimed in surprise.

Cang Minghai stopped, and turned his gaze to Cang Bo.

"Brother Zhan, what are you doing!" Cang Bo was in a hurry. Although Cang Minghai was very strict with him, he remembered the kindness of nurturing him for so many years. Recently, Cang Minghai was seriously ill, so how dare he talk about himself again ?

"What's there to hide? Since he's also someone who's seen a ghost face before, instead of running around like headless chickens, it's better for everyone to be more straightforward!"

"No! I say no!" Cang Bo yelled, and rushed over to cover Xing Zhan's mouth.

Gong Mu took the first step, stood in front of him, and easily restrained him with one hand.

"Brother Zhan!" Cang Bo thumped, watching him walk towards Cangming Sea.

Xing Zhan unbuttoned his clothes as he walked. He was wearing only a shirt today. When he took off the shirt, his upper body was exposed, revealing the hideous ghostly face behind him.

Cang Mo dumbfounded, staring in surprise.

Gong Mu took a deep look at Xing Zhan, with a faint smile on his lips.

"Does it look familiar?" Xing Zhan raised his chin at Cang Minghai.

The blue-black ghost face seemed to be smiling at Cang Minghai, Cang Minghai's face changed drastically, he staggered backwards, tripped over a bookshelf, and fell over.

Xing Zhan hurriedly stepped forward to help, when he grabbed Cang Minghai's arm, he felt that his arm was hard and thin, with a strange sense of touch.Before he had time to think about it, Cang Bo had rushed to take Cang Minghai.

"So I implore you, if you know something, please tell me as much as you can." Cang Minghai was so frightened by the ghost face, which also made Xing Zhan unexpected.

It took Cang Minghai a long time to recover, and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "I'm afraid, I will only let you down."

"It will never be worse than it is now."

Cang Minghai pushed Cang Bo away, his back was weak and tired: "Everyone come out first."

Several people sat down in the living room, Cang Bo made tea for everyone, and sat on the seaside of Cangming in a well-mannered manner.

Cang Minghai held the teacup, lowered his head, his breathing was so weak that it was almost imperceptible, and everyone didn't dare to urge him, and quietly accompanied him.

When the sun went down and the rays of light came into the living room, Cang Minghai said, "Xiao Bo, go and close the curtains."

Cang Bo quickly drew the curtains all around tightly, and turned on the lights.

"That happened more than 80 years ago, but it still seems like yesterday to me." Under the white light, Cangminghai is like an iceman carved out of thousands of years of ice. Real place.

Eighty years ago, Xing Zhan listened attentively to what the Lord of the Earth said.

"Xiao Bo should have told you about our sect, but it's actually not a secret. My master got a ghost mask from somewhere, and it was recorded in the book according to the sect's regulations. What you see now is him The old man's handwriting.

"He found that after wearing the mask, his cultivation improved extremely quickly. He thought it was a chance, so he worked harder day and night. In just one month, he surpassed the master who had devoted himself to cultivation for hundreds of years. This speed is too abnormal. The ancestors and uncles and uncles all persuaded him that it might not be a good thing for him to advance too fast. But the master was obsessed and didn't listen at all, thinking that others were jealous of him and hindered his way.

"Master was originally a kind person, but since he got the mask, his temper has become weird and he is no longer close to anyone. Suddenly one day he went crazy..."

Speaking of this, Cang Minghai took a deep breath, the past that he didn't want to mention overwhelmed him, his sadness was like a bottomless sea.

"He sealed off the mountain and washed the sect with blood. No one among the elders in the sect could stop him. They wounded him with all their strength, but they were all wiped out by the furious master. In the end, me and..." He paused. , "The two brothers escaped by chance, activated the mountain protection array, and trapped the master inside."

"These books?"

"We found these books from the ruins decades later. The book 'Renchen' recorded the mask, which was carried by the master at that time, so it was also destroyed and could not be left behind."

The tragedy of that year was just a story in the eyes of others. How can he describe the thrilling day in just a few words.They are all close relatives, engraved in the heart, and cannot be forgotten for dozens of spring and autumn.

After a long silence, Xing Zhan tentatively said: "That mask..."

"I don't know what it is at all, and Master rarely shows it to others after he got it, but it is undoubtedly the root of Master's obsession and the chief culprit for the demise of my Qingxuan Sect. I have already told you everything I know, I'm afraid It's really hard to help you."

"Where did that mask go?" Xing Zhan asked.

Cang Minghai shook his head: "It should be destroyed together with Master."

Xing Zhan was sad, although he knew the demise of the Qingxuan sect, it was of no avail. He still knew nothing about the ghost face, and even felt that this thing was even more unpredictable. Its source is a mystery, and the consequences it will cause are not the same , or completely absent.

When leaving, Cang Bo sent Xing Zhan and Gong Mu to the door.

"I'm sorry, brother Zhan, I thought you were going to tell grand-uncle about me, but I blamed you wrongly." Cang Bo kept apologizing.

"What are you talking about, what a big deal." Of course Xing Zhan wouldn't tell him, but in fact, he really wanted to tell Cang Minghai at first, after all, he was just an outsider, and they were blood relatives.

"No, no, I hurt you, I'm so sorry!"

Cang Bo always thought that it was he who involved Xing Zhan in Wang Chunxu's matter, which caused Xing Zhan to be targeted by the ghost face.

Seeing his head hanging down like a puppy, Xing Zhan sighed, and then slapped him on the back of the head: "What are you thinking? It's fake."

"Huh? Fake?" Cang Bo stroked his painful head.

"I knew I would be messed up by you, so I specially thought of plan B. You said that there was a ghost face behind you. I thought it was a good idea, so I drew one just like that. If your grand uncle finds out, I will feel sorry for you." I didn't expect it to be successful."

"So you drew it?" Cang Bo immediately believed it.

"Is the painting not bad?" Xing Zhan squeezed his eyes.

Cang Bo immediately regained his vitality, and looked at Xing Zhan with admiration: "Brother Zhan, you are so smart! You could have expected this! Your painting is too similar! I was fooled by you!"

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, go back and take care of your great-uncle, and see that he is about to collapse when the wind blows."

"Well! Brother Zhan, you go slowly, I won't see you off!"

Cang Bo closed the door cheerfully, Gong Mu glanced at him, frowned slightly, but his tone was very calm: "You are too kind to this idiot."

"Is there?" Xing Zhan shrugged, "He can't help, why cause him a psychological burden."

"He can't hide Cang Minghai for a long time."

"I think so too, and I think he shouldn't hide it at all. It will hurt people more if something happens. But since it's his own choice, I have to respect him, right?"

Gong Mu snorted softly, as if disdainful, Xing Zhan looked at him suspiciously.