After death with the master

Charm is something unique.

It does not belong to evil spirits, nor can it be classified as evil spirits, but it is easy to distinguish.

Especially after entering the charm, as long as the person who belongs to the illusion created by the charm, will have the black energy of evil spirits on his body.

The formation of charm is said to be long and not particularly long, and it takes some time to say it is short.

It has no substance, and the term "charm" was casually given by the patriarch.

Charm is formed by the power of human thoughts.

One person's mind power cannot do it, but many people think about the same thing and pray for the same thing, and the mind power will gather together to form a "charm".

Ning Sui first came into contact with Mei when he was 12 years old. He still remembers the most terrifying point about a Mei that his master told him that no one else knew about.

Because it was too shocking when he learned about it, Ning Sui was very impressed with "Mei".

It is not uncommon to be charmed in this world, and it is rare to be drawn into an illusion by a charm.

First of all, the general Mei will not take the initiative to pull people, and secondly, even the Mei who can take the initiative to pull people, will only pull people at a specific point of time.

Sometimes just for a brief second.

So Ning Sui and Chen Widow had bad luck for a thousand years.

Before getting any information, he was directly pulled into the illusion.

The only fortunate thing is that the two did not get separated.

Ning Sui didn't care, but Chen Widow, a mysterious master who didn't even learn the most basic course of throwing talisman paper...

Probably to become the nourishment of Mei.

Chen Widow is standing behind him now, staring blankly at the surrounding environment: "...Am I dreaming? Can Mei's illusion be so real?"

Ning Sui glanced at him, and confirmed from his clothes that he was his bodyguard.

Ning Sui was not interested in opera, and Widow Chen didn't understand it very well. He bent down and whispered to Ning Sui: "Brother Ning, what should we do now?"

Ning Sui didn't answer, but leaned his whole body on the soft chair. He obviously didn't have much knowledge in opera, but his eyes followed closely the woman in fancy costumes on the stage.

Fortunately, although Chen Widow was talkative and useless, his mentality was stable. Seeing that Ning Sui had no intention of moving, nor did he look anxious, he honestly watched the performance on that stage.

Ning Sui's ears were finally cleansed for a while, and then he was surprised again: "...is this Yusu?"

Without waiting for Ning Sui to say anything, Widow Chen leaned over and explained to him: "It's the pillar of the troupe in the original Ewha Garden, and it's also a flowered shirt."

His gaze was always on Yusu, because he wanted to see Ning Sui's expression, so at this moment he lowered his head to look at Ning Sui.

At some point, Ning Sui propped his elbows on the armrest, resting his face with his palms, his expression was still cold and boring, but his sitting posture was casual.

And this pose...

Widow Chen scratched his head.

Generally only young masters from wealthy families would sit like this.

At this moment, Widow Chen finally saw some qualities in Ning Sui that he was very familiar with before and felt from others.

That is, the calmness in Ning Sui's eyes that often look down at people seems to have a sense of disdain for a high-ranking person.

But is it possible?

Ning Sui is just a Yanshi who can only throw strings and can't even make puppets.

It's just a little bit better than him, a talisman master who can't throw talisman paper, let alone draw talismans.

Ning Sui didn't know that Widow Chen was bothering him, he just looked at the singing and dancing woman in front of him, and finally asked the first sentence: "Huashan?"

Chen Widow was stunned: "...Brother Ning, don't you know?"

"Huashan is a combination of Tsingyi, Huadan, and Daomadan." Chen Widow paused, looking at Yusu with some emotion in his eyes: "Miss Yusu is a famous Huashan, she not only looks good after makeup, The face before the makeup is also the color of the country."

Ning Sui didn't speak again.

Widow Chen has long been used to it: "Speaking of which, when Miss Yusu passed away, everyone felt sorry for it. At that time, Brother Ning, you were not in Tanzhou, so you didn't know about it. The incident with Miss Yusu has been going on for more than half a year, and even now some people still feel emotional Sigh. There are many people in Xuanmen who are fans of Miss Yusu."

"I've only seen a scene of Miss Yusu, but I still remember that when she was playing with flower guns, she was so sassy and beautiful, and even the thick powder and ink couldn't cover her eyes, it was really amazing."

Widow Chen said: "Brother Ning, if you see it, you will definitely..."

Having said that, Chen Widow paused.

Because Yusu is right in front of them now.

She lowered her eyes and sang a sad song, and her dancing sleeves slid down in the air. Anyone who saw her would be heartbroken, but Ning Sui showed no expression at all.

Chen Wuxin said that Brother Ning had no heart.

After the song was over, Yu Su raised her hand lightly and bowed to them.

There was warm applause from the audience, but Ning Sui stood up and walked out without even raising his eyelids.

Widow Chen hurriedly followed, and in the face of all the strange eyes, he asked: "Brother Ning, don't we want to finish watching?"

Ning Sui didn't turn his head or move his lips, but just kept walking.

He walked around a few corridors at will, and found that the Ewha Garden was even bigger than he had imagined.

Several possibilities were instantly constructed in his mind, and then he paused.

Because they came in front of a man dressed as a butler and cupped his hands at them; "My lord, if you go further, you will reach the inner courtyard. Please stop here."

You cannot enter the inner courtyard.

Widow Chen couldn't resist looking past the housekeeper to look at the moon gate, but all she saw was lush greenery.

Ning Sui didn't move, didn't look around, just turned his head and walked away without making a sound.

Widow Chen thought that this brother would bravely break into the inner court, but he didn't expect that anyone who came casually could stop him.

He scratched his head in confusion, but felt that it was indeed the case. He only smiled at the butler in a friendly manner, and then heeled up.

However, when they reached No Man's Land, before Widow Chen could speak, Ning Sui jumped onto the wall.

Chen Widow looked at his black figure: "..."

Alright, Brother Ning still has to venture into the inner courtyard.

Chen Widow scratched her hair and lowered her voice: "Brother Ning, what should I do?"

The Ningsui people were ready to jump down, and then remembered that there were people beside him. He turned to look at Chen Widow, who had already muttered: "Brother Ning, at this time, I have to say why don't you study hard?" How about some skills? If you can control puppets, even the most basic ones, you can take me with you."

Ning Sui wanted to infiltrate, but of course Widow Chen couldn't give away flying sand and turning stones like when they came in.

If there's too much movement, it's Ning Sui's oil bottle.

Even now.

Ning Sui looked at him indifferently, and didn't say that he couldn't take his own thread, or that the moment Widow Chen was strangled up, his corpse would be cut into neat pieces. He said indifferently, "Wait."

Chen Widow obediently agreed.

Then Ning Sui's figure disappeared on the wall.

After landing, Ning Sui frowned slightly as he looked at the narrow space left by the three walls.

The structure of this yard is a bit weird, different from what he imagined.

Is it because it is a theater and not a residence?

Ning Sui, who has no interest in opera, stretched his right hand expressionlessly, and when he clearly felt the lifting thread in his hand, he raised his foot and walked towards the winding path.

However, after not walking for long, Ning Sui bumped into a wall.

He looked at the blocked road in front of him, and really didn't understand the design of the yard.

Ning Sui paused for a moment, then walked back with his eyes downcast expressionlessly.

After watching Ning Sui's figure fall from the wall, Widow Chen crouched obediently under the porch, hiding by the pillars and the carved and hollow stone slabs on the side.

However, Ning Sui had only been away for a while, and Widow Chen saw someone slowly walking towards him from nowhere through the gap.

The man walked very slowly, as if he was coming for a walk. Chen Widow's eyes lit up as he watched the golden crane flash past outside his turquoise robe.

Like a bird that has found a home, he suddenly got up and ran towards that person: "Fellow Daoist!"

Widow Chen: "Are you a Taoist friend of Taoism!?"

The man froze when he called out and looked at him.

Only then did Chen Widow see his appearance clearly.

He gave birth to an excellent skin, with exquisite facial features and lazy brows and eyes, he doesn't look like a person, but looks like a fairy on the cloud.

His hair was tied up casually with a white jade crown, but it was unruly, and more than half of it was untied.

After seeing Widow Chen, he seemed to sweep his chin with his fingertips and let out a "huh".

This sound directly put Chen Widow in place and did not dare to go forward again.

This person is not as cold as Brother Ning, but the casual glance at him carries an indescribable sense of distance and alienation.

Besides, this person... Perhaps Chen was too sensitive, he always felt that he was more difficult to get close to than Ning Sui.

Chen Widow stood on the spot and said dryly, "Fellow Daoist?"

"I'm not from the Xuanmen." He smiled lazily, but he didn't put his eyes on him, but looked away: "Are you alone?"

Chen Widow had an inexplicable intuition, but he didn't continue this topic, he just smiled and said: "Do fellow Taoists also hate Taoism?!"

This question is obviously not difficult to answer. After all, most people who have not joined the Taoist sect are disgusted with the Taoist system, but the person in front of him twitched his fingers and said "uh" again, as if this question was very difficult.

But before he could answer, Chen Widow felt a gust of wind blowing from behind him. His instinctive reaction for many years made him subconsciously crouch down with his head in his arms, and then he saw countless transparent lines pointing straight at the person in front of him. people fly away.

At first glance, this line belongs to Ningsui.

When Ning Sui jumped up the wall and came back to look for Chen Widow, his feet landed on the eaves of the wall, and he saw Chen Widow's vague figure standing in front of... I don't know if it was a human or a ghost.

The whole body of that thing was entangled in black air, Ning Sui had never seen such a scene.

He has killed so many evil spirits, seen more or less all kinds of black air, big and small, and even some of them are mixed with golden light, but he has never seen anything like this——

Resentment and black energy are intertwined. If they are released, they will almost form a purgatory on earth, but they just form a human-shaped thing that wanders around. They don't try to tear and spread, but they are lingering with each other's tenderness and dependence. .

He couldn't tell whether the other party was an evil creature wearing human skin or a monster in human form, he only knew that he had never encountered such a powerful evil spirit.

But he could guess that the other party had something to do with him, because the black energy on the other party's body was exactly the same as the black energy emanating from his body now.

It's just that even if he was resurrected as an evil spirit, the black energy on his body was not so thick, and there was no resentment or entanglement.

It seems to change the color of the sky.

Even if he tried his best, he might not be able to kill him.

So all the lifting lines on his right hand were shot.

He even raised his left hand, and the several loops of thread that had been hidden on the wrist of his left hand were about to move, and he jumped lightly, landing in front of Chen Widow, wanting to protect Chen Widow.

However, when he raised his eyes, he met a pair of gentle eyes, and all the blackness and resentment disappeared, as if it was just his illusion.

He was all too familiar with that pair of eyes, it had even appeared in his dreams countless times, it was the strength that supported him to go on, and it was also the existence that made him depressed.

At the age of 16, Ning Sui had a glimpse of that little sign in his heart, so he left Wugui Mountain and returned to Taoism without hesitation that year.

When the catastrophe came that year and he greeted his own death calmly, he thought that he would never meet those eyes that always smiled, always doted on him and looked at him tenderly in this life.

But he matched up today.

More than 200 years after his death.

He knew that his heart, which had always been calm and emotionless like an ice cube, had a cracking sound that only he could hear, but he didn't stop the string he threw out.

He even flicked his left hand, and the thread on his wrist wrapped around his fingers in an instant, and he quickly moved towards the person in front of him.

Widow Chen exclaimed behind him: "Brother Ning!?"

He was unmoved.

He just looks at him.

Looking at this person who taught him to throw a string, taught him to make a puppet, and almost raised him.

His eyes were gentle, with a smile in his eyes, watching the countless strings coming from the sky and coming towards his deadly place, but he didn't react at all.

He even licked his lips slightly.

That attitude was to let Ning Sui handle it.

Even if he felt Ning Sui's undisguised killing intent, that pure killing intent without any other emotion.

The first thread that Ning Sui threw out grazed his ear, cut off a few strands of hair, and was stained with his blood.

However, just as the second thread was about to penetrate his eyes, the thread suddenly fell down.

At the same time, all the strings fell together, including Ning Sui's guard and spikes all over his body.

Ning Sui looked at him with cold eyes, and even the lines of his face were tensed.

But his thread was soft, hanging on his hand and falling to the ground.

Zhou He rolled his eyes and suddenly understood something.

The author has something to say:

I'm here again, if you don't understand the charm, you can read it, and if you understand it, you don't need to read it~

First of all, Mei is derived from the Mozun book in 19. At that time, there were too many bugs in Mei’s settings and it was very difficult to solve. The minor revisions made in this book are as follows:

1. The charm still has no entity, but the person created by the charm in this book will be stained with the black energy of the charm. The charm can possess the body but there is a designated person, that is, the direction of everyone's thought power.When the charm is not possessed, you can't notice it, and no one can notice it!When possessing the body, the spiritual eyes can see the black energy that is thicker than before.

2. Charm still causes ordinary people to fall into a coma and fall into a dream. At a specific time and place, monks (the book of Mozun) or mystical masters are sucked into the illusion and trapped in the other party's life to be their own nourishment and make themselves stronger.

3. In this book, Mei is changed to be able to supersede, but it needs Mei to be willing to possess to accept supersession~