ghost marriage

The death of innocent mortals stems from the resentment of those who set up the formation.

"Back then, you helped Tianjizi escape, and died of serious injuries. You fell off a cliff and died, with no bones left. That severed finger is your only remains." For you who have nothing, it is your only one.In this world, what is more precious than yourself?What's more, what could remind him of the grievances and grievances of the year better than that severed finger?

"Such an important thing is thrown away on the shelf, obviously there is something hidden." Jin Yunzi taught him so well, even at this moment, Fu Changting's tone is still calm and steady, as if he was talking about the moon tomorrow night Will it be rounder than tonight.

"The place where the night watchman found the burglar happened to be in the small courtyard where you lived back then." Fu Changting added.

"You...have found all of these?" Han Yu couldn't restrain his surprise, and blurted out.

The Taoist turned his face slightly, with a bit of thought in his eyes: "No, it's not in the yard, it's behind the house."

The vicissitudes of life, after a hundred years of wind and rain, the small village at the foot of the mountain has changed several times, and its layout has been completely changed, beyond recognition.But this more genuine Taoist even bothered to verify his address back then.

With a shudder in his heart, Han Ji's expression became even tighter.The phalanx on the shelf is indeed not his. At that time, it was really funny to see the earnest demeanor of the wood Taoist focusing on identifying each item, so I just wanted to tease him on a whim.Unexpectedly, instead of teasing Fu Changting, he planted a hidden danger for today.

"Did I guess right, little uncle?" The Taoist with a stern face waited quietly for his reply, his black pupils were faintly burning, which made him shiver all over.

He called out "Little Martial Uncle" so loudly that his heart went blank again, as if those pink and immature Taoists stood outside his small courtyard at the foot of Nanshan in the past year, sweetly calling him his senior brother.

"Heh..." A sneer escaped Han Yu's thin lips.The ghost no longer retreated, raised its head, and faced his question without fear, "What does the Taoist priest mean, I will bury my finger bones under the tree and form a blood formation to help King Lu Jing ascend the throne? It's so big!" This crime is more vicious than treason."

"Where is the evidence?" Without waiting for Fu Changting to speak, Han Yu suddenly held his hand and pushed forward, forcing the stalwart Taoist to take a step back. Gray bones are no felony."

The ghostly white mist swam around rapidly, rising higher and higher, almost covering the crescent moon on the wall.The branches and leaves of the ginkgo tree "squeaked" loudly, and the thick branches moved freely without wind, and the huge branches seemed to be experiencing a violent storm.The ghost armor on Han Yu's fingertips broke through the air again, and the faint blue light was alluring and strange.

"This is the second thing I want to ask you, my lord." Fu Changting said calmly in the tense atmosphere.

The eyes as dark as the abyss looked down meaningfully, signaling Han Ji to pay attention to his hands.Ghost's right hand could not escape his shackles all the time, and his four fingers were held tightly in his palm, the long and sharp nails were poisoned, and the blue light was dancing around the edge.

Fu Changting's lips parted slightly, as if he was reciting something, but he murmured silently, not hearing a sound.Slowly, under the blue light, a line of dark red slowly overflowed, flowing down the fingers, and soon dripped in the center of the pale palm.It was blood. A steady stream of scarlet viscous liquid emerged from his fingertips and flowed down continuously. The faint smell of blood radiated out and melted into the ghost mist, lingering around the two of them together.

Not long after, Ghost's entire hand was covered in crimson red, and the wide sleeves were dotted with bloodstains.But the blood flow has not stopped, gurgling from the fingers.Han Ji found that not only the fingertips, but also the palms of the hands were constantly dripping with blood.Fu Changting grabbed the left hand that was hanging aside, and it was also bloody.

"Young master has been contaminated with a lot of filth recently." Fu Changting said bluntly.On the other hand, although his hands were tightly attached to Han Yu, they were still clean, without any blood stains.

"You cast a spell on my hand." His throat was a little tight, and Han Yu looked at him in disbelief, his face gradually turning livid.

"The art of backtracking." The Taoist readily admitted, "After the spell is cast, if the hands are stained with blood, it will emit a strange smell, and the blood will flow like a fountain. What's more..."

He deliberately kept silent, slowly looking at his hands that were bleeding continuously.Han Yu suddenly trembled, and after a while, his fingers curled up, and a layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

"What's more, the ten fingers are in sharp pain, and the pain is unspeakable." Fu Changting said in a deadpan tone as if he was reciting scriptures, with no expression on his face, and said every word slowly, "Young master claims to be kind. Dare I ask you, how did this murder come from?" Where did you come from?"

Pain, like the pain of being pierced by countless fine needles, attached to the entire palm with the gushing of blood, and then spread to the limbs and bones. The burning pain penetrated into the marrow and penetrated into every crevice of the body.If it wasn't for Fu Changting holding his hand firmly, he would almost fall to his knees in pain.Han Ji gritted his teeth tightly but couldn't relieve the pain: "When...when did you cast the curse?"

Fu Changting looked down at him from above.

Guimei took a deep breath and realized instantly: "You...every time you hold my hand..."

The pain rushed to the deepest part of the chest, in the empty cavity, there was no active heart for a long time, and the constantly expanding tingling pain occupied the position of the atrium, as if all the pain in the whole body gathered here in an instant.

He always likes to shake his hand.Standing in front of the shelf, they quickly shook hands through the gap in the door curtain.When passing by, with the cover of the wide sleeves, fingers warmly slid across his palm.Time and time again, he chatted with each other over wine, and felt the warmth of his palm again and again... He always liked to hold his hand, always liked it... It turned out that he didn't like it.

"Every time, it's just for casting a curse and testing." Thinking that the pain was so painful that he couldn't feel it, as soon as he said the words, Han Yu still felt his throat dry, "Every time?"

"You have a bloody smell on your body. Although it is covered with ghost and death aura, it cannot be completely gone. If it is not in the center of the blood formation, it will not be so strong." Fu Changting said bluntly, "and , this is very similar to the resentment that wanders in the city, and it should be the same method. Young master, am I right?"

"You knew it was me from the very beginning." From the night he appeared by Lin Lake, maybe earlier, from the moment he caught the hawthorn in the inn, and even, when he first appeared in front of him, the sight in front of him Taoists have already seen the clues.The reincarnation of Ziyang Zhenjun, the future leadership of the Zhongnan lineage, is really not for nothing.The Taoist loosened the restraint on him, Han Yu rubbed his wrist with difficulty, and moved to stand under the ginkgo tree, using the thick trunk to support himself: "What else do you want to know?"

All the missing people died, and all the bones and clothing were burned, leaving no clues.

"There is no personal or material evidence, so the priest wants to punish me for murder?" The Taoist priest in front of him had a towering lotus crown, and his robe was as white as snow.He was only one step away from him, and Han Yu struggled to turn his gaze from his bloodless hands to his expressionless face.

The ghost couldn't help laughing, when did Fu Changting need evidence to determine the life and death of a ghost?Zhongnanmen's wind is vigorous and resolute, and he doesn't care about 21 [-] at the beginning of the game.A good person should return to the underworld when he dies, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, all love and hatred, right and wrong, grievances and grievances are all gone.If you insist on staying in the human world, you will have resentment and will definitely harm others.People who are not of our race must be treacherous and evil. It is better to kill three thousand by mistake than to miss one.Asking him to bother to find evidence is to make things difficult for him.

Before the smile came out, there was another burst of severe pain.Han Ji's body was tense, and his back was arched forward as hard as possible. The meridians and blood vessels seemed to be devoured by hundreds of ants, and countless bugs crawled to and fro.The pain was extreme, and the anger was overwhelming.Staring at him resentfully with bloodshot eyes, the Taoist had a stern face, showing no trace of pity.

"Martial nephew, I'm going to ask my junior uncle one last thing." He looked down at him who was half kneeling on the ground with cold eyes, his ghostly body curled up into a ball, and there was a sound of "clicking" between the clenched teeth.Stubborn ghost, Fu Changting thought to himself.He had seen other seniors perform backtracking techniques, those ferocious, violent and notorious evil spirits would roll around on the floor crying for mercy after not holding on for a moment.There are very few people who can still speak soberly like him.

A golden light flashed before his eyes.Han Ji couldn't help but look intently, it was a gold longevity lock, hanging from a very thin gold chain, it fell from Fu Changting's hand, and hung in front of him, shining brightly.

"Why are things from Prince Lu Jing's mansion on the young master's shelf?" Fu Changting didn't realize it, and his tone of voice lowered a little.

This is what he found while sorting out the shelves.There is a folk custom that when a child is born, the elders present a longevity lock, implying peace and prosperity.The golden lock in the hand is made of pure gold, hollow inside, with a perfect shape and exquisite carving and painting.Below it is decorated with colored threads, and several small golden bells in the shape of fish are hung. The sound of the bells is crisp and melodious.In the middle of the back, the seal of Prince Lu Jing's Mansion is clearly branded, and the words "Qing Ning Two Years" are marked in extremely thin characters below the pattern.

King Lu Jing now has only one son and grandson, who is just over three years old this year.On the first day when he came to Qujiang City, Fu Changting heard from a customer in a teahouse that the child had disappeared.

Prince Lu Jing's mansion once offered a huge reward, if anyone finds the young son, the three states in the northwest will choose one of them.The weight of the reward is unprecedented.There was an uproar all over the world for a while, and there were like clouds responding.But to this day, the whereabouts of Xiaoshizi are still confusing.