Dressed as a sick beauty

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, the snow field can see the end at a glance.

A boy who looked eight or nine years old was wearing thin clothes, squatting alone under the pine tree, wiped the tears from his eyes, and took out a cold steamed bun from his arms.

He took a deep breath, took a bite, and then, as if remembering something, he glanced at the empty space on the right.

After hesitating for a moment, Gu Moze broke off the hard steamed bun, walked to the open space beside the tree, and handed over half of it: "Why have you been following me, are you hungry too?"

The immature voice sounded in the snow, the cold wind rolled the fine snow, and beat on the tender little hands, no one responded for a long time.

Gu Moze's small face showed doubts, and he stuffed the steamed bun into the hands of the figure in sight. Without thinking, he passed through the opponent in one fell swoop, and the steamed bun rolled straight to the ground.

His eyes widened, and his two little hands waved in the air in disbelief.

Isn't there someone here?

Why can't I touch it?

Soon, Gu Moze discovered that there was an extra soul around him, and only he could see it, a illusory soul that had taken root beside him.

Gu Moze called him: Tianli.

Ten years later.

The drizzle fell on the vast bamboo sea.

The young man holding an umbrella stopped in front of a tall and straight green bamboo, a streak of blood flashed across his black eyes, and there was a figure in the empty place in his sight.

He squatted down, leaned the umbrella towards the sleeping soul, and attached his other hand to the soul's forehead. The light blue streamer turned from his palm to the soul, surrounding the ethereal figure.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, dripping continuously along the edge of the red umbrella.

Gu Moze withdrew his hand, a young man with ink-painted brows reflected in his eyes.

Ten years ago, a piece of news swept across the entire continent—the master of the talisman, Wen Yu, died on the road and was buried in a ghost building!

At this point, the 15-year-old boy who suddenly appeared in the Northern Territory and shocked the entire cultivation world disappeared, and at the same time, a young soul appeared beside him.

Who would have thought that the stupid soul who had been by his side for ten years without sanity turned out to be the talisman master of the Northern Territory, Wen Yu.

Gu Moze caressed a fair cheek with his palm, and his dark eyes rarely revealed a bit of tenderness.

"No matter who you are, just stay by my side forever, otherwise..."

--Kill you.

The sound of the rain drowned out the whispers in the forest. Half an hour later, the rain stopped and night fell.

***

Ghost crying cliff, there is a dead marsh underneath.

More than ten years ago, there was a battle to eliminate demons that involved the entire cultivation world. This cliff was one of the battlefields. After the battle, bones piled up like a mountain. Over the years, they gathered extremely heavy evil spirits, and countless ghosts and ghosts were born.Every night, the shrill howling sound came from the bottom of the cliff, resounding all over the place.

The ghost was crying on the edge of the cliff, and Gu Moze stepped on a hand holding the protruding rock on the edge of the cliff. Amidst the strange howling of ghosts all around, he said softly, "Elder Wen, please stay safe."

"Help, save me... cough cough."

A faint cry for help sounded, and Gu Moze's eyes grew colder, and the strength of his feet became heavier, crushing the fingers below him one by one.

The shrill scream sounded instantly.

It fell into the ears of the culprit, but it seemed to be a pleasant piece of music. The corners of the young man's lips curled up, and a strange blood color appeared in his eyes, which contrasted with the scarlet pattern quietly appearing on the wrist bones. Out of boundless evil.

But this state didn't last long, as if he remembered something, he looked back.

Behind him, the strong wind kicked up sand and sand, leaving nothing behind.

However, Gu Moze saw the figure he wanted to see, turned his head, lifted his black boots, let go of the hand holding the cliff, and immediately lowered his eyes, kicking the person off the ghostly crying cliff.

"It's your fault, Elder Wen, no..."

Gu Moze spat out three words mockingly as farewell, "Uncle Wen."

At the same time, several long rainbows across the sky.

The Tianzong disciple, who was wearing the same blue-and-white patterned suit as Gu Moze, fell to the top of the empty cliff.

The leader jumped down from the spirit sword, drew the sword in one hand, and walked quickly with a compass in the other: "Senior Brother Gu, why are you here, where is Uncle Seven?"

As the man said, he came to the edge of the cliff under the guidance of the compass, and his face suddenly became ugly.

The rest of the disciples instantly understood what they meant, and looked at the only person present at the same time, asking questions one after another.

"Gu Moze, but you pushed the elder down?"

"Even if he's guilty, it's not your turn to deal with him. Gu Moze, you are so brave!"

"You are simply lawless!"

Gu Moze was a very special existence in Tianzong since he was a child.

The crowd didn't hate him, but they were so jealous that even though their expressions were furious, they couldn't wait to arrest Gu Moze and bring him back to the sect master for punishment, but no one dared to stand out and could only pin their hopes on the person who had just spoken.

The chief disciple of the suzerain, Senior Brother Gu Moze, is on Mu Qingyuan.

Mu Qingyuan was silent for a while, and asked, "Junior Brother Gu, but you?"

"If you want to know, why don't you jump off the Ghost Crying Cliff and ask the elder yourself," Gu Moze glanced at the group of fellow disciples, Ruohuo dagger flipped between his fingers, reflecting a shimmering cold light.

"By the way, if it's fast enough, maybe he can be saved."

"You—!" Everyone's faces were livid.

Although he is a practitioner, if he jumps off Guikuya Cliff, not to mention the evil spirits inside, from this height alone, his body will be smashed to pieces.

Besides, Elder Wen Qiushi was notorious, who would fight with his life to save him!

Seeing this, Gu Moze said "boring" and walked away.

Mu Qingyuan frowned, didn't move, and the others didn't dare to stop him, and let him leave like this.

Gu Moze walked back and forth, solved a problem, and should have felt happy, but his expression was not relaxed, instead, his handsome brows furrowed more and more as his pace became slower and slower.

At a certain moment, the black boots landed on the ground.

Gu Moze looked around, but after seeing the souls who had been following him all year round, his expression changed suddenly, and he froze in place.

where?Where did you go?

Gu Moze closed his eyes, and the memory fragments flashed quickly in his mind, and finally found a trace in a certain scene.Just now, the ghost was crying on the edge of the cliff, and the moment he turned to leave, something was dragged into the abyss...

The pitch-black eyes opened, and Gu Moze turned back suddenly.

Ghost crying on the edge of the cliff.

The disciples of Tianzong were all frowning, "How can I explain to the suzerain now?"

One person said: "The suzerain said that if you live, you need to see people, and if you die, you need to see corpses, so we can only take a detour to the Dead Marsh."

The sword-holding disciple next to him snorted coldly: "It's easy to say, not to mention how much time it takes, there are countless ghosts there, even if they are as strong as the suzerain and the others, they dare not set foot on it lightly, I will die when I go there!"

Hearing that, the man pointed to the cliff and said, "Since that's the case, the only way to go down here is to find the elder."

"Are you crazy!" Zhang Jianjian shook her head wordlessly, "Don't be fooled by Gu Moze, only fools..."

Before they could finish speaking, a slender figure rushed towards them like a gust of wind, jumped down from their side, and fell into the boundless and endless darkness in the blink of an eye.

The top of the cliff suddenly fell silent.

The man was so fast that he could only catch an afterimage, and the crowd didn't even see who it was. In amazement and confusion, seeing Mu Qingyuan's face change, he yelled an inconceivable title toward Yakou: "Junior Brother Gu!"

Everyone in Tianzong was stunned for a moment, and then their eyes almost popped out.

Who?

Gu Moze?

He is crazy! ! !

***

"..."

What's the situation now?

Didn't he get knocked out by a book that fell from the sky?

Wen Qiushi looked at the fading light above him, but before he could react, a lot of information flooded his mind.

After he finished digesting, the surroundings were completely dark, only the hanging vines emitted a faint light like a will-o'-the-wisp, accompanied by the continuous crying and howling in his ears, the sense of whereabouts became clearer.

Wen Qiu fell into a brief silence.

This scene seemed familiar. In the book that just appeared in his mind, a villain uncle with the same name and surname ended:

The ghost vine emitted a faint light, shining on Wen Qiushi's terrified face, accompanied by the cries of ghosts getting closer to his ears, he felt the footsteps of death approaching.

Waiting for him, it turned out that it wasn't his body being smashed to pieces, but the eve of falling into the ground of the dead marsh—thousands of ghosts devouring his body!

Must be dreaming!

Wen Qiushi shook his head, trying to wake up, then opened his eyes: "..."

When he heard about autumn, on his tenth birthday, when he was asked about his aspirations and hobbies, his grandfather, who was misunderstood by a young and ignorant sentence "like to gossip and eat melons", stuffed two pockets full of melon seeds, and kicked him into the Taoist temple ——Learn gossip!

Overnight, he changed from a young master in rich clothes and fine food to a little Taoist priest holding a dust whisk. He didn't cry, make noise, or hang himself. It's just that he didn't learn gossip, but he learned magic talismans.

Five years later, when he returned from his studies, he was hit by a book on the way down the mountain, and passed through the book inexplicably.

Now, about to die? !

Wen Qiushi, who was fully aware of the situation, became silent, and the cold air came from all directions. As time passed, his original clear consciousness gradually lost.

Maybe once you close your eyes, you won't be able to open them again...

When he was on the verge of death, Wen Qiushi's pale lips moved slightly, and there were many things he wanted to say, but it turned into a long sigh when he reached his mouth.

There is no time, Wen Qiushi is very sad.

That's it, that's it.

That being the case, let him tell a secret about the protagonist Gu Moze that no one in the world knows except him!Contributing a little to the world in this goofy novel is not in vain for him to go through this experience!

"Cough cough,"

Wen Qiushi cleared his throat with difficulty. Amidst the faint will-o'-the-wisps and howling ghosts, he desperately uttered his last words, as if to declare to the whole world:

"The future emperor of the realm of comprehension, Gu Moze—is actually a little crybag!!!"

After roaring heartily in one breath, Wen Qiushi thought he had accomplished a certain feat, and closed his eyes satisfied.

At this time, a piercing sound came from above from far to near.

Wen Qiushi was stunned, when the extremely clear "little crying bag" echoed in his ears, a slender arm wrapped around his waist, and pulled him into his arms with great strength.

The feeling of falling instantly diminished, and the desire to survive, which was as dead ashes, revived.

Wen Qiushi scratched with both hands in the dim light, touched the tattoo on the chest and placket, then wrapped his arms around the opponent's neck, tightened his arms, and pushed on with all his might.

The hand passing through the crook of his leg was slightly stiff.

Gu Moze stared at him with lowered eyes, and pulled him closer into his arms.

A curtain of ghost vines hanging between the cliffs below suddenly unfolded, revealing the natural stone cave hidden in it.Gu Moze turned his clothes around sharply, hugged the man who had been silent for a long time, turned around and stepped on the entrance of the cave, bent slightly, and strode into it.

The stone cave is narrow, and there are ghost vines everywhere.

Through the dim light, Gu Moze looked down at the young man in his arms carefully, and after confirming that it was correct, the expression on his face relaxed a little.

The accident happened suddenly, and he looked at the person with dim eyes. After a long while, the hands around his waist moved, and he reminded: "It's all right."

The head lying on his neck moved slightly.

Wen Qiushi regained consciousness, his erratic gaze flickered, and bumped into a pair of inexplicably familiar eyes.

He paused, looking into the dark eyes that were close at hand.

The close distance made Gu Moze's eyes look like a mirror, which reflected ghost vines and ghostly fire, and a completely unfamiliar pale face.

"??" Who is this?

Wen Qiushi was puzzled, and pouted tentatively.

Then he saw the person in Gu Moze's eyes doing the same thing.

"?!!"

Wen Qiushi's expression was in disbelief, his eyes were fixed on the handsome man who was hugging him, and he beeped again unwillingly.

Gu Moze: "..."

He hesitated for a while, and his thin lips moved slightly, "Impossible."