[Tanhua Modern] Blackening cannot always save the world

Lou Yi pushed open the wooden door covered with a thick layer of gray. It should have been bright red, but it has turned dark brown under the influence of time.

He stretched out his finger and scratched lightly on the door, his fingertips were stained with some dusty and muddy things, the color was dull, and the smell was a bit rotten.Lou Yi is very familiar with this smell, it is a smell that has been dead for a long time.

Without changing his face, he stepped in.

The surroundings are very quiet, there is no wind or insects, and a layer of fog and smoke rises in the yard, dimming the sunlight during the day.

Lou Yi walked unhurriedly, looking at the layout of the garden quietly. He stepped on the weeds that had reached his knees, walked around a rockery covered with spider webs, entered the back garden, and came to a mahogany door.

This is an attic, or it used to be the master's bedroom.He pushed open the door, and dodged back slightly to avoid the dust falling from the crack of the door. Apart from some dust, the place was clean. Lou Yi looked around and decided that this is where he would sleep tonight.

He needed to spend the night here. In fact, he knew as soon as he came in that the way he had come had been easily lost, so he didn't waste his time.

He went out to the corridor on the left, and the end of the corridor was covered in thick fog, which was a bit colder than the door.His steps are not big, but firm and steady, it seems that nothing can move him a little bit.He needs to go around and look for the room with jade articles that Han Junqing said, and take a look at the ghost that he begged himself to help release.

The process was not smooth, he walked a lot of repeated paths, he knew that this was an illusion, in a more popular way, it was a ghost hitting a wall.He had a thousand ways to break it easily, but he couldn't use it. As long as he wanted to continue living peacefully in the human world, he couldn't use his power easily. The most distressing thing.

But he is not in a hurry, he has endured for so many years, although he was not very patient before, but now the most important thing he lacks is time.

The sky gradually darkened, even if it would be dark here much earlier than outside, he had already walked for a long time, and he stepped into the last room he planned to find today.

Between the wooden lattices on the door, the transparent Mingwa had long been covered with thick dust. As soon as he entered, the door behind him was blown shut by the "wind".Lou Yi just glanced lightly and looked away. There was a dark wooden desk in the middle of the dark room. On the table were oil lamps, old felts, and dry inkstones. The pen fell to the ground, and the tip of the pen had already solidified. , as hard as a sharp steel needle.

This should be the study room. Lou Yi walked to a black wooden cabinet. His eyes could see clearly even in the darkest environment, so he easily found the pull ring, and carefully checked each drawer. something inside.

But the room was still very dark after all, especially when the sun had completely set and the moonlight couldn't penetrate at all, it was so dark that you couldn't see your fingers.

So at the moment when the light comes on, it is always very abrupt.Lou Yi stopped what he was doing, turned his head to look at the suddenly lit oil lamp, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

In a house that is hundreds of years old, there is still oil in the oil lamp?This is unbelievable and illogical, so how could it be ordinary lamp oil, and the wick should not be ordinary wick.

As soon as the light was turned on, a burnt aroma gradually filled the air. This smell should be familiar to most people. As long as they have smelled the smell of burnt hair, it is a smell of burning protein.

This lamp burns hair and human oil, he doesn't care whether it is a living person or a dead person, and Lou Yi is not at all curious about why the hair that would be curly once burned can last for so long , he has not known what curiosity is for a long time.So he turned back and continued searching for every possible hiding place.

After searching all over to no avail, he took out a wet towel and wiped his dirty hands, then went to pull the door.

But as expected, a pull, no pull.He frowned, and a trace of hostility flashed in his eyes. He seemed a little hesitant, and he didn't know what he was hesitating for.

But he didn't need to think about it for the next second, he just pulled lightly, and the door was pulled open as easily as paper.The moment he opened the door, a faint golden light flashed in front of his eyes. Although it was faint, it was very pure. Subconsciously, he stepped out of the threshold and looked around, but the light disappeared too quickly, and he saw nothing except the deep darkness.

He looked in one direction thoughtfully......

He returned to the room he had found, casually swept the dust off the mattress, and turned over to lie down with his clothes on.He put his fingers crossed in front of his chest, and his posture was almost strict, just like the ascetic missionaries in the Western Middle Ages.

He closed his eyes and quietly thought about the glimmer of light he had just seen.

The light was too weak, presumably his master's power was already very weak, but the color was very pure. He had never seen such a pure color in the underworld for so long. Of course, there was a problem with where he stayed. reason.

It's just that he still cares about it, he can already be sure that the ghost that Han Junqing said saved him is the owner of the golden light, and a ghost that can have this color and texture of light may not be called a ghost anymore, it should be called a ghost. ghost fairy.

But why is he here, and why didn't he leave? He must have accumulated goodness and eliminated evil during his lifetime, and he had a very good character, otherwise it would be impossible to have such a pure light.Not every soul has light. The soul that can shine is either great evil or great good. The light of evil spirits is chaotic and gloomy, and the soul with golden light can become a fairy with a little practice...... ..

It's a pity that he is bound here, and his strength is so weak, not to mention ascending to the immortal, it is also reluctant to continue to maintain the immortal.

Lou Yi sighed, opened his eyes, his eyes were deep and distant.He has never seen such a gentle and pure light, and it is still in such a cold place. This is the most incredible thing. Staying in this hour, even a living person with sufficient yang energy will have many negative and dark emotions. The owner of the light didn't seem to be affected much.

For the first time, on his own initiative, not because of Han Junqing's request, he hoped to meet this ghost who could have been immortal. Even though he didn't know if he would help him, he still wanted to see him.

How many people can really do it since ancient times?Some self-proclaimed noble people are stingy even close to the mud, so what qualifications do they have to chant this verse......

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The sudden muffled sound from under the bed interrupted his thoughts, the noise grew louder and almost shook the bed, Lou Yi had to get up to see what the hell was going on.

He sat up, and before he could bend down, he realized that he didn't need it.

A dry and pale hand suddenly protruded from under the wooden bed board, the nails were even more lifeless blue-gray, the wide red sleeve robe was half-faded to the elbow, and the two colors of red and white were so distinct that they were tragic.That hand scratched the ground with his nails, making a screeching sound. Lou Yi sat on the bed and waited for a while, wanting to see what this guy was going to do.

Not long after, the owner of the hand crawled out half of his body from under the narrow bed.There was still a small half of her ink-splashed black hair left under the bed, but she had already turned around and gave Lou Yi a naive smile. If this smile was a bit charming on a [-]-year-old girl, but matched with this The female ghost's pale and cold face has eyeballs that are almost out of their sockets, and the gap between her bright red lips is simply unsightly and frightening.

So Lou Yi didn't hide his disgust expression at all, he stretched out his hand, and pushed the half of the woman's body back to the bottom of the bed, watching the woman struggling desperately under the bed and making unbearable movements, Lou Yi He slapped the bed hard and shouted:

"Be quiet!"

And then it was quiet......

He yawned and lay back on the bed again, intending to close his eyes and continue his unfinished sleep, but suddenly a chuckle sounded in his ears, and he opened his eyes quickly.

This is a man's voice, deep and soft, with a warm and clean taste, he looked towards the place where the sound came from......

Standing by the door was a man in a narrow-sleeved white shirt. His hair was slightly curly and long to his waist. He had a delicate and elegant appearance. He was looking at Lou Yi on the bed. His good eyes were like the spring water of the West Lake, and his smile was gentle and rippling.

Looking at these eyes, Lou Yi was slightly taken aback, so he sat up and faced the person, or rather, the ghost.

Looking at his posture, the ghost seemed very surprised, and the smile in his eyes showed a hint of surprise before it completely faded. He said:

"Can you see me?"

Lou Yi raised his eyebrows slightly, got out of bed and walked towards him.Seeing that Lou Yi didn't reply, the man thought he was wrong, and couldn't help showing a little disappointment. Seeing him walking towards him, he turned his body slightly to make way for him, but in fact, it doesn't matter if he doesn't let him.

But in the next second, he froze. The person he thought he had misunderstood actually grabbed his hand...

He stared blankly at that hand, and suddenly, there was water in his eyes... He didn't even know how many years, how many years he hadn't felt human warmth... …

"Of course I can see you." The man said in a deep and elegant voice.