Lao Gong begs you not to seek death

"Lin Yu"...

It's this name again.

A dull pain suddenly came from Lin Yusheng's temple, and the pain made him break out in a cold sweat, and his mind was sluggish. Holding his eyes in the waves with difficulty, his hands were floating in the air, and he waved vigorously, as if he wanted to touch something through the thick white shadow.

Suddenly, a vague figure appeared in the field of vision, as if it was far away in the sky, and seemed to be within reach. He immediately grabbed it, but disappeared the moment he touched it. The figure was like an afterimage of a mirage, flashing in the Not far ahead.

"Don't go!"

Lin Yusheng chased after him, "Don't go!"

"I told you not to go!"

The figure stopped walking, turned around leisurely as if hearing it, showed an unpredictable smile, and opened his mouth.

As if talking about something.

Lin Yusheng said urgently, "Wait, I can't hear you, come here!"

The figure smiled unabated, made a silent gesture, and pointed to his temple with the other finger.

The fingertips were pointing toward a pair of light gray eyes.

Lin Yusheng shuddered violently and opened his eyes.

As soon as he opened it, he fell into the world of the blind again. The man in the bamboo hat knelt on the ground and held the statue in his hands. There was a long bloodstain in his palm, and the blood was flowing on the statue, making a tick-tock sound.

It turned out that he was in an illusion just now.

When the man in the bamboo hat saw him wake up, his eyes widened suddenly, and he said incredulously: "How could that be, the little devil is obviously well-raised..."

Lin Yusheng listened intently, and his goose bumps all over his body, "Little devil?"

What is "Lin Yu" to him...

"whee."

At this time, the sculpture seemed to smile.

Lin Yusheng was dripping with cold sweat, his vision was still blurred, and then the man in the bamboo hat waved his hand, and bead-sized blood droplets flew out from the wound and landed directly between his eyebrows.

There was still warmth on the blood, and there was a burst of fragrance. He had an ominous premonition, and hurriedly wiped it off with his hands, "What are you doing with the blood on me? I'm not a vampire, so I'm not interested in such things!"

"I haven't seen you in ten years, and your joking habits haven't changed at all." The other party's voice sounded a little weak.

Lin Yusheng found that no matter how hard he rubbed it off, he couldn't wipe it off, so he rubbed his forehead until it turned red, "Damn it, is this some kind of strong sticky agent!"

Hearing a "pop", the man in the bamboo hat folded his hands together, and uttered a series of incomprehensible spells. Then, a gust of wind suddenly blew in his face, and the redness between his brows seemed to resonate with the wind. Lin Yusheng felt himself Being pulled over, the wind seems to have turned into a pair of hands, tearing apart his brows frantically.

Lin Yusheng immediately knelt down in pain, clutching his head and trembling, tears streaming down his body, "What's going on! What do you want to do!"

But when he wiped away his tears, he unexpectedly saw a patch of red, and then his nose, mouth, and ears overflowed with warmth. He raised his head in astonishment, and his originally clean face was bleeding from all seven orifices, like a ghost deeply in love. I couldn't help crying like crazy.

The man in the bamboo hat quickly covered his chest, vomited a puddle of blood, and splashed on the ground, but he seemed very satisfied, and shouted with the corners of his mouth, "Wake up, Lin Yu!"

Following his order, Lin Yusheng froze suddenly.

From the depths of the bewildered soul, it was as if a bright red color had been pulled out, which penetrated into the limbs and bones, and opened up the senses of the whole body one by one like lighting a beacon tower.

Then, a gigantic arena appeared out of nowhere, surrounded by a beautiful bamboo forest. The unattainable water tube bamboo seemed to pierce the sky, making people dizzy. Lin Yusheng casually touched the bamboo beside him, and as expected After passing by, he immediately couldn't laugh or cry.

Well, it has entered someone else's memory again.

He spat hard, "Everyone is too free-wheeling, what do you think of me!"

At this time, there was a small sound of chanting a mantra.

Lin Yusheng was taken aback, his voice was deep and magnetic, as if it was the one who raised little ghosts...

He curiously walked over to the sound, walked around the arena for a while, and finally found a group of people in the corner behind the stage. Standing there quietly, as if they didn't even breathe, there was a person squatting in the center of them. This person was wearing a black cloak and a black hat, and he was drawing something on the yellow ground.

Even in the forest, the scorching sun in the sky distorted the scenery slightly, and the whole ground looked like a large steamer. The people in the bamboo hats were covered with dark stains from sweat, and the chin was constantly dripping with sweat, but The men in white remained motionless as if they were unconscious.

Lin Yusheng knew that he couldn't affect his memories, but he subconsciously said, "Hey, don't bask in the sun, go..."

In the middle of the conversation, a childish and gentle voice suddenly came, "Hey, don't bask in the sun, go to the shade to wake up your sweat."

Lin Yusheng trembled when he heard the words, and turned to look at the speaker.

He felt that the flow of blood was slowing down, and time had also fallen into a strange rhythm. There was throbbing like lightning and thunder coming from his body, as if a predestined doom was waiting for him.

The line of sight moved slowly, and what came into view was a boy wearing black-rimmed glasses with his hands in his pockets. Unlike the dream, this time he could see very clearly. The boy was thin, and under the lenses were a pair of clear pupils like pearls. , like the stars and the sea, with the momentum of the rivers and lakes, the childishness of a beautiful face has not faded, but it seems to have been encouraged by something, and it is not as quiet as the years that people of the same age should have.

Lin Yusheng's Adam's apple rolled, and a sour and astringent liquid grew in his heart. He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the boy, "Are you... are you 'Lin Yu'?"

He originally thought that the boy would pass through like a phantom, but the boy took a step back inadvertently, allowing him to catch a gap, and then the pair of eyes turned around, as if they met his gaze.

Lin Yusheng's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly said, "Can you see me?"

At this time, the man in the bamboo hat patted the ashes on his body, stood up from the ground, and said impatiently: "This is not a place for children, go home quickly."

The boy immediately withdrew his gaze and put on a pure and innocent smiling face at the speed of light, as if the scene just now was just an illusion of Lin Yusheng. He went straight through the group of men in white clothes, pulled over the sleeves of the man in the bamboo hat, and let him Take it to the shade, "Uncle, you are so strange, the Ji family's ghost meeting will start next month, it is useless for you to come so early."

"...How do you know about Ji's family's ghost meeting?" The uncle was obviously surprised.

Boy: "The younger brother I know is the new generation of priests of the Ji family. I follow him to get to know a little bit."

The uncle was even more surprised when he heard the words, "The priest of the Ji family! Is it the red-eyed weeping blood born once in 100 years?!"

"Well...in your eyes, it should be considered." The boy said helplessly, "But in my opinion, he is just a child who hasn't grown up."

The uncle raised his eyebrows, "It's as if you are an adult."

The boy smiled, "Yeah, if God would give me a hand because I'm a child, that would be fine." He said this casually, but Lin Yusheng's heart tightened when he heard it.

When he came to the shade of the tree, the boy turned around slowly and spread his palms to his face covered by the bamboo hat. He took off his glasses unhurriedly, and his face sank, "Corpse chaser, what's on your body?" The Yin Qi is about to get out of control, if this continues, people will die."

The original friendly face of the man in the bamboo hat instantly became ferocious, and he took a few steps back to distance himself, "Who are you!"

The moment the child's palm was exposed just now, he felt a wave of the most yin and pure spiritual power.

Such a young child has such pure power, which can only be described as "genius" in their profession.

Seeing his guarded look, the boy tilted his head and smiled, not like a child, but like a god who sells sunsets and generously gives light to mortals, "Let me introduce myself, my name is 'Lin Yu', and I am a god-given yin and yang pupil." Host."

The man in the bamboo hat: "What!"

Lin Yusheng suddenly narrowed his pupils.