After death with the master

This scene was not accompanied by the moonlight at night, nor the misty drizzle, but Chen Widow couldn't move his eyes.

The breeze blew Ning Sui's hair and robe, and the strings in his hands tied his somewhat pale and thin hands with well-defined joints extremely beautifully.

But it doesn't matter.

What matters is Ning Sui's eyes.

His eyes showed a cold light and a sharp light at this moment, they could not be called beautiful, instead they revealed the sharpness of blades, but they were enough to attract everyone's attention.

Different from the usual dead silence, even if he is wearing spikes now, it is also light.

Chen Widow once heard people say that some people look ordinary, even if they have a good appearance, they can be drowned in the crowd.

He used to think that Ning Sui was such a person.

But when light appeared in his eyes, his whole body came alive.

No longer like someone's puppet, no longer like a walking dead.

He thought it was really weird.

Obviously, whether it is a human or a demon living in this world, there are many things they want to do and like, and when facing these things, they will all shine.

But Ning Sui is different.

Ning Sui is not interested in anything, even when he goes to catch monsters with him, he always looks like he is dying.

Only now.

Chen Widow stared blankly at Ning Sui who was standing on the wall manipulating puppets and strings to fight Yusu, thinking how handsome he was.

He had never seen Ning Sui so valiant.

It seems that the whole world is under the control of his string.

He suddenly understood that the old man of his family once said with emotion to him that if the prince was still alive, he would be willing to bow his head and kneel at his feet as a courtier.

Because he wants to too.

No one can take their eyes off Ning Sui like this.

And when Ning Sui's string and the puppet flew out together, the faint black air on Yusu's body instantly became thick and sticky, and along with it came resentment.

Ning Sui had never seen resentment in Meizhong before.

He didn't know whether it was because he hadn't died at that time and couldn't perceive it or something else.

But that doesn't matter.

Anyway, he has only one goal.

When his thread flew in front of Yusu, Yusu raised her hand to grab it, and the slender and sharp thread was entangled in an instant, cutting her delicate fingers, but she also caught her in her hand.

Before this change, Ning Sui would have had the strength to pull back his lifting thread and give it a severed hand as a gift, but now he doesn't have the ability.

So Ning Sui manipulated the puppet to punch Yusu.

Yusu dodged lightly, her movement was much lighter than that of the butler.

But the thread in her hand also made a gesture to withdraw it.

Looking at the blood on the thread, Ning Sui didn't feel any pity for the fragrance, instead he flicked his own thread coldly, shaking off the blood beads on it.

Yusu's voice was still soft: "Young Master, what are you doing?"

Ning Sui stopped his puppet: "You did it on purpose."

His voice was cold, and he looked at Yusu from top to bottom: "You have something to ask me."

Widow Chen was dumbfounded when he heard this.

Brother, you are in someone else's illusion, and everything here is under their control, and then you say that someone has something to ask you? !

Yu Su didn't have any other emotions, just smiled and said: "What do you mean by this, young master?"

With a thought, Ning Sui wrapped all his strings around his fingers, and even the puppet stood on the wall under his feet and stopped moving forward. His behavior seemed strange, and ordinary people might not be able to understand: "Aren't you all Charm."

Ning Sui felt strange before.

Yusu had been dead for only a year, so the charm should not have formed so quickly.

Even if it is formed, the charm is only with the help of the power of thought in the human heart, and there should be no resentment.

Ning Sui didn't know how Yusu died in the first place, but there was resentment around her, and nine out of ten there was a story.

"My lord is really amazing." Yu Su smiled lightly, caressing her face with bloody hands, the original gentleness between her brows and eyes turned into an indescribable treachery at this moment: "I really didn't pick the wrong person."

Ning Sui jumped back and landed in the courtyard, Yusu went to the moon gate and bowed to the two of them: "Since you two understand, I will no longer address you as a son."

She paused: "Two profound masters, let's talk in the room."

Widow Chen: "?"

What do you understand? He doesn't understand anything!

Ning Sui followed Yu Su into the inner courtyard without saying a word.

Chen Widow could only scratch his head and quickly keep up.

"I want you to help me find something."

Yu Su sighed softly: "My death is a little unclear... I can't find my body."

This is normal.

Most of the ghosts don't know how they died, and some of their memories are even very blurred and broken into pieces.

Only Li Gui would remember how he died, and because of this, he became a Li Gui with endless resentment, and only wanted to kill in his heart, how could he sit down and chat with them like Yusu.

But Yusu's situation... I don't know if it's a ghost or not.

Ning Sui didn't answer, Chen Widow looked at Ning Sui, then at Yusu, and asked tentatively, "What's the matter with you?"

Yusu said: "I didn't want to become like this... I have been wandering in the world, no one can see me, but I know they still remember me, a force entangled me, and then I became like this gone."

She said: "I don't know if I'm still Yusu. I often look at my face singing on stage day after day, looking at this illusory world..."

She seemed to want to say something more, but she still didn't say anything.

Widow Chen looked at her expression and felt pity for a moment: "Then why did you fight with my brother? And why did you lure us into the country?"

"I want to leave here." Yusu said softly, "I want to go outside, taste the bean curd from Aunt Wang's house in the west of the city, go to the suburbs to pick flowers, and..."

She paused, frowned slightly, with a blank look in her eyes: "What else... what?"

It was the first time that Mr. Chen saw this situation, and he was even more confused than she was.

But Ning Sui understood what was going on.

After all, Yusu is not all Yusu, she merged with Mei, making her incomplete memory more fragmented.

Mei bound her so that she couldn't find her own body, after all, even a wise Mei couldn't get rid of her thoughts.

The power of thought makes it form, and the illusion it weaves can only repeat one thing year after year, day after day, as hoped by the power of thought.

In fact, what is in front of them now is nothing but a charm called "Yu Su".

Ning Sui's fingers curled up.

Is this how all spiritual charms are formed?

Although he had been exposed to charms several times during his lifetime, they were all short-lived, and unlike the one in front of him, he couldn't forcefully get rid of them at all.

Most of the time, he enters the illusion, finds the person possessed by the charm, and then kills him and the charm together.

"That's all." Yu Su smiled wryly: "I can't recall the left and right. I did have the idea of ​​​​sucking them before, but you, Xuanshi."

She looked at Ning Sui: "I can feel the difference in you. If you understand, you will be able to fulfill my wish and take me out of here."

Chen Widow froze for a moment.

Looking at the entire Xuanshi world, everyone knows that everyone knows that the prince of Xuanmen is merciless in killing evil spirits.

You must know that not long ago, Brother Ning almost went down the line and killed his master.

Chen Widow recalled the wound on Zhou He's ear, and took a deep breath in her heart.

He thought that Ning Sui would probably tell a harmless lie in order to stabilize Yusu, but he heard Ning Sui say coldly: "It's okay to find the corpse, but you have to kill it too."

Chen Widow covered her face.

Yusu was stunned for a moment, then smiled with her lips curled up, her eyes were full of spring water, she stretched out her hand softly towards Ning Sui, and her soft voice was full of heart-stirring charm: "Master, what you said is so ruthless .”

Unlike Chen Widow who just stared blankly there, Ning Sui remained expressionless, and even raised his hand that was hidden in his sleeve, but before his lifting thread flew out, it was about to touch the slender hair on his face. The jade hand was cut off, and a burst of light lit up.

Then a soil thorn flew out from under his feet, skimmed over his robe, pierced Yusu's palm straightly, and even penetrated ruthlessly.

Ning Sui couldn't dodge in time, his face was spattered with blood, and his already pale face was suddenly stained with this bright red, which made him look more like that unkind evil ghost who killed both gods and Buddhas.

Ning Sui frowned, turned his head and looked behind him, and saw Zhou He wearing a pine green crane, stepping on yin and yang under his feet, and gossip was shining all over his body. He didn't always use gossip like the other magicians. Waving his hand, he is often able to make hexagrams and form formations with a single thought.

The black and white rays of the sun and the sun are intertwined, making the black and golden crane on his sleeve more and more lifelike.

Zhou He's brows and eyes, which were originally a little pale, bent when he saw Ning Sui's gaze, and his tone was as relaxed and gentle as ever: "She wants to touch you, and I have already shown mercy."

Chen Widow, who had just struggled out of charm, heard this at first: "?"

Is it his illusion?He always felt that these words seemed to be too...

Ning Sui didn't think much about it.

He didn't like others to touch him since he was a child. Even if his biological father hooked him on the shoulder, touched his head, or hugged him, he had to bear it and bear it. Zhou He has always spoiled him. She seldom touches his body, but at most touches his head.

Even Zhou He once helped him kill an evil spirit who used coquetry to seduce him and almost jumped on him.

Zhou He is always like this.

He always does everything well, and he is always careful and patient.

That's why the world will respect him as a master of Taoism, and that's why the world will treat him like a god.

Ning Sui had thought countless times that the only difference between him and Wugui was that he had seen him say those unpleasant things.

But so what?His senior brother has also heard it, and his master has also heard it.

He's not the only one.

So Ning Sui withdrew his gaze expressionlessly, and stood up and walked towards him by the way.

Zhou He looked down at the blood stains on the tip of his nose and the side of his face very naturally, raised his hand to hold his face, and wiped it for him.

Ning Sui's body froze the moment the scorching heat passed over.

He couldn't ask Zhou He what he wanted to ask, and even disappeared completely from his mind, never to be found again.

Ning Sui subconsciously raised his eyes to look at Zhou He, but the indifference in his eyes covered the trembling in his heart.

Zhou He lowered his eyes, looking at him seriously and intently.

Before Ning Sui recovered from the roar and slapped his hand away, Zhou He put it down first, and twirled his fingers: "You don't even hide."

"How dirty," he said.

The author has something to say:

Gee tut.

Daoist, tsk tsk tsk.

I could smell a sour smell through the screen.