Little Cthulhu [Quick Transmigration]

"Heaven and earth are harmonious and all things are born, and yin and yang are connected to change."

On the line between yin and yang, people are born from yin to yang, and when the lights go out, they go from yang to yin. When people are born and die, the closer they are to the line, the easier it is to see through yin and yang.

But with the help of external force, it can also pass through yin and yang.

Qin Yu lit a red candle, the lamp oil was specially made, and the body of the wax was engraved with seal characters. The flickering light illuminated a path of light and shadow on the dark second floor, leading directly to the dark hole of the warehouse door just opened.

The little ghost buried his head on his neck and hugged his neck with his hands, making his back feel chilly and itchy.

Qin Yu smiled, and the nail in his mouth hit the roof of his mouth to keep him calm.

When he took a step forward, he said his name once, and once he said his name, the tongue nail hit once.

There is no turning back when you go down the wrong path.

But when Qin Yu heard the little ghost's vague "ah" behind him, and the coolness and non-existent weight disappeared from his back together, he still turned his head suddenly.

The way he had come had disappeared, and the kid had also disappeared from his side.

Even though there was no wind, the candle in his hand suddenly went out.

This is a warehouse, not a warehouse.

Qin Yu looked around warily, and quickly pasted a peace talisman on the extinguished life lamp on his left shoulder, and pressed a few talismans with one hand...but nothing happened.

"Little devil?"

He opened his mouth softly, frowning in the dark.

His contact with the little ghost was cut off. The other party probably didn't leave by himself. He is closely connected with him here, so maybe it will have some influence.

There were some wooden boxes piled up in the warehouse, Qin Yu walked around the obstacle, and suddenly heard a small moan of pain, he strode over, but suddenly froze.

There were bloodstains on the ground, and the small boy was curled up in a corner, wearing a half-worn sweater, covered in blood, his abdomen was pierced by sharp wood slag protruding from the ground, and the other party was clutching his wound and sobbing in a daze and despair.

It was a kid, but not the current kid.

Qin Yu stretched out his hand and passed through the opponent's body.

really.

The kid probably entered the warehouse by mistake, it was too dark, he fell, got injured and died here alone.

The other party is still crying, he is a little crybaby after death, and he also loved to cry when he was alive. Qin Yu knew that he would not be able to get out for a while, and he could not interfere with the past, so he simply sat next to the boy, with one hand half on the back of the other party's waist .

About half a minute later, the little ghost staggered up from the ground while weeping in pain while holding his wound, fell down again, gasped for a while on his stomach, and then began to crawl out.

There was blood all the way.

Qin Yu followed behind, seeing that his breath was getting weaker and weaker, even if he reached the gate, he couldn't push the heavy iron gate open.

At first, the boy shouted "help" and "help me" in a hoarse voice, but then he lost his strength and only occasionally knocked on the iron door with his fingers.

He was hoarse, and his young life passed away in the dark corner with pain and blood.

"help me."

With a soft sound, the opponent's hand covered with small scars and wooden thorns fell to the ground.

The person in front of him disappeared.

Qin Yu was grabbed by the hand and pushed, he bowed his head, and the little ghost had an expression of "I found you", muttering and making gestures, as if he was complaining.

He came back from the time and space of the past that he strayed into.

The little ghost yelled twice and dragged him away: "Go... let's go..."

"Come to me." Qin Yu stopped in place for a while.

The little ghost gave him a strange look, then turned around with his mouth puckered and quickly pounced on him, riding on his neck, and patted his head unskillfully.

Qin Yu was a little dumbfounded, he would be brilliant if he gave it some color, and...

His thoughts stopped here because of a murmur in his ear.

"Don't... be afraid..." The other party's hoarse voice rang in his ear, "Don't... be afraid."

That action turned out to be just to comfort him.

The little ghost couldn't detect the ups and downs of the Taoist priest below him at all, he just pointed in one direction and directed confidently: "Go..."

Qin Yu was quiet for a while: "...Let's go."

The place where the little ghost took him was a small corner. Qin Yu reached out and groped the ground, and tapped with his index finger, making a soft sound—it was empty.

The kid circled around him twice.

Qin Yu just perfunctory the child: "Well, well done."

The displeased little ghost bit his wrist lightly, with little force, like grinding his teeth.

He raised his hand, and the little ghost floated away with an alert look on his face.

"Don't run around." Qin Yu pulled out a strong wooden stick from the side, and knocked on that point hard. The sound here can't be heard outside, so don't worry.

Half a minute later, the ground was forcibly smashed open. It was a man-made small pit, and there was a wooden box engraved with spells.

The little ghost immediately hid behind Qin Yu uncomfortable.

Qin Yu started to prepare after seeing the so-called Master Huang. Huang Daxian is one of the five great masters. If he wants to break the opponent's seal, he has to invite a higher-level god.

He lined up three incense sticks in one hand.

Feeling uneasy again, he put a curse mark on the little ghost, and the other party looked at it curiously.

Qin Yu lit the incense, bit the tip of his index finger, drew a bloodstain in the middle of his forehead, closed his eyes, and made a seal in his hand: "Followers of the Sanqing sect, please burn incense to reach heaven and earth, help people and goods, rule heaven and earth. He is good at detecting evil, controlling water and fire, governing people and people, and being refined and passed on to immortal masters."

There was silence for a moment, and after a long while, Qin Yu opened his eyes, his white and emotionless eyes glanced at the kid, and then turned to the wooden box in front of him.

The little ghost originally wanted to get closer, but his instinctive fear made him shudder and unable to move.

"This son has grievances, grievances, and no faults. You can help."

He raised his hand lightly, and the wooden box shattered, and a bloody sweater fell out, which was the one the kid was wearing before he died, and the yellow talisman attached to the inside also turned into ashes.

"Ah..." The little ghost made a sound from his throat with difficulty, and recklessly floated over to grab the corner of the other party's clothes, and was bounced away by a huge force, with burns on his body, "Also... still."

Seeing that he was about to charge up again, a burst of yellow light suddenly appeared from his body.

"Everything is done, send off the immortal master."

Qin Yu's voice sounded, and the incense in his hand turned into ashes in just a few moments. Fortunately, he made preparations in advance.

The little ghost was like a puppy smelling his master's scent, shaking his head and sniffing around, showing an unhappy expression - it had a nasty smell.

Then he pointed out to the other party the new wound on his body aggrieved: "It hurts..."

It seems that after being raised by someone for a few days, he learned to act like a baby without a teacher.

Qin Yu's fingertips were still bloody, but when he touched them lightly, the burns healed instantly.

He patted the puppy's head, and reprimanded it not very angry: "What are you reckless?"

The kid was happy again, but Qin Yu suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, and his whole body looked extremely pale.

He yelled "Ahhh" twice, and circled anxiously.

"It's okay." Qin Yu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth casually, and his internal organs were aching. He didn't expect the backlash to be so serious just by inviting an immortal teacher.

He asked the kid: "The seal is broken, do you remember anything?"

The little ghost shook his head obediently, and suddenly said after a while, "Zhou...Zhou."

Qin Yu asked him to write to himself.

The little devil can't even speak clearly, let alone write, it's messy like a chicken scratch, Qin Yu cooperated with the sound, only to realize that the other party said - Zhou Zhou.

"What's your name?"

The kid nodded and repeated: "Zhou... Zhou..."

"Ah."

Qin Yu estimated that a long time had passed, and after the seal was resolved, they should have returned to the Yang Realm.

He disposed of the scene, looked at the bloody clothes for a while, and burned them all together.

The little ghost was squatting beside him, as if watching fireworks, he almost stretched out his hands to warm himself.

But when he walked to the door, he found...the door was locked from the outside.