Beautiful senior brother can never be enchanted

It took several lives and deaths to come to this day with the elder brother. Meeting the elder brother was his luck in this life and also the catastrophe in his life.

After a long time, Luo Yueming said softly: "Some people are hard to come by. May you be like me in the next life? Meet someone who truly protects you."

Song Zixuan couldn't deny it. Without the humiliation of the servants, his body gradually became transparent.

Not only him, but also the rest of the dead souls, it seems that they will disappear soon.

What Luo Yueming could give them was to burn a few pieces of paper money for them at the last moment when they were about to disappear, and read a few passages from the "Sutra of Rebirth". No matter how much more, he was powerless.

"...I can see that? You are a kind-hearted person. I am about to disappear between heaven and earth. Before I leave, I want to ask you to do me a favor." Song Zixuan's voice was hoarse, and the prison clothes on his body were in tatters. ,? Showing the messy scars on his body, he looks extremely thin,? "If one day,? Young Master meets my master, please help me hand this thing into his hands."

Luo Yueming froze for a moment, stretched out his hand out of nowhere, Song Zixuan handed something into his palm, and then a gust of wind blew, his whole body turned into thousands of light spots, completely disappeared between heaven and earth.

When he regained his composure again, he saw a white jade hairpin in his palm.The workmanship is extremely exquisite, the tentacles are warm and cool, and the cloud patterns are engraved on it, winding and flowing as if alive.

It's just that for some reason, a corner of the jade hairpin was broken, and Xu Shi often held it in his hand to play with it.

"Although we met by chance, since it is his last wish, I will naturally help him fulfill it." Luo Yueming put the jade hairpin back into his sleeve.

When he looked up again, he saw that the ever-burning lamp above Changqing's head moved again, as if to draw them deeper.

At the beginning, Changqing kept saying that there must be his junior brother Fuyao in this dungeon, but in the end, he almost turned the dungeon upside down, and he didn't see Fuyao.

For this reason, Changqing was quite embarrassed. Seeing that the everlasting light was on again, he hesitated and said, "There is a trace of Fuyao's primordial spirit hidden in this long lantern, and there will be no mistakes. I think Fuyao must have been here before. I stayed there, but was later taken away by ghost messengers. We only need to follow this long lamp, and we will definitely be able to find Fuyao."

In fact, to be honest, along the way, Luo Yueming roughly figured out what the twelve layers of the ghost world do, just like the view of Fengyue in the human world, it's all about flesh and blood.

Fuyao was not born ugly, and he was still young, if he came to this kind of place, he might be eaten to the bone.

Just by looking at Song Zixuan, one can tell that Fuyao's fate may not be much better.

At that time, I am afraid that I will witness something unspeakable again.

Changqing was determined to find Fuyao's Yuanshen, and without waiting for the two to agree, he took the lead to follow the Changming Lantern. Luo Yueming was afraid that this guy would hit him by mistake, so he turned around and lost himself, so he turned his head and exchanged with Xie Shuanghua A wink.

The two of them tacitly agreed, and both followed.

Along the way, the ever-burning lantern was as if it had been spattered with chicken blood, and it was extremely excited. After leading the three of them around nine turns and eighteen turns, they really found a fucking cave.

The eyes are full of bright red curtains hanging from the top of the head, as well as silk horn lamps, emitting a dim yellow light, swaying vaguely above the head.

As soon as they stopped, Luo Yueming sneezed unpromisingly. He felt that the place was strangely cold and indescribably creepy. It seemed that a pair of eyes had been hiding in the dark since they approached, secretly watching the three of them. people.

"Heart Demon..."

"Ok?"

As soon as Luo Yueming spoke, she was immediately forced back by Xie Shuanghua's sharp eyes. She rolled her tongue and said quickly, "Eldest brother, what level of ghost world is this place, does elder brother know?"

Xie Shuanghua's face turned pale, and then he raised his eyes and looked around for a week, and said lightly: "If my guess is right, it should be the Seventh Palace of Ecstasy."

As soon as Luo Yueming heard the name of the seventh ghost world, she immediately knew that it was not an easy place.

If the first layer is a hell on earth, and the No. 12 layer is a cave of obscenity, then the seventh layer actually has the meaning of a terrestrial goulan courtyard.

Not only is the surrounding scenery half-lit and half-sleeping, but also the faint scent of rouge and water powder can be vaguely smelled.

No matter how long the relationship is, it doesn't matter if it's the Hall of Ecstasy or the Hall of Asura, it's all about Fuyao, the younger brother.

Immediately following the guidance of the long lamp, as soon as he stepped on the steps, the red carpet on the ground was filled with strange orchids, as if welcoming the arrival of several people.

"Don't be impulsive, this place is weird, don't be fooled!"

Luo Yueming quickly chased after her, feeling that the hood hanging over her head was in the way, so she stretched out her hand and pulled it.

Suddenly felt liquid dripping down, raised his hand to touch, it was bright red, Luo Yueming's throat shrank suddenly, and he slowly raised his head, what he saw was a magnified pale handsome face.

Immediately, he jumped into Xie Shuanghua's arms in a hurry, clamped his legs around Xie Shuanghua's waist, hugged Xie Shuanghua's neck and screamed: "Elder brother, elder brother! One face, such a big face!"

"As a Taoist disciple, I have had to deal with some walking corpses since I was a child. It's not like you haven't encountered something more terrifying than this before, and you haven't seen you so frightened."

The three of them walked together, and Xie Shuanghua and Luo Yueming were both tired and crooked along the way. They were unhappy with their long-term relationship, but they didn't dare to talk about it. At this moment, they finally seized the opportunity and couldn't help but said: "Even if it's a female cultivator, I don't have your name." It's miserable...Ah!!!!!! Ghost!!!!!!!!!"

Before the words fell, I saw that the long-term love was like a mad rabbit. One moment his legs and feet were still moving forward, but the next moment he turned around on the spot, turned around and jumped back extremely quickly, his face turned pale, and his voice trembled. Said: "This... what is this thing? Is it a human or a ghost?"

Xie Shuanghua: "..."

Luo Yueming: "..."

"Say it! Are you a human or a ghost!" Changqing held up the sword and snapped, "If you want to pretend to be a ghost again, don't blame me for being rude!"

Luo Yueming said: "I said Xiao Daoist, how can you say that you are also a Taoist disciple, and you have dealt with walking corpses since you were young, why are you still afraid of such things?"

She returned the words that she had laughed at him for a long time before, and returned them intact.Luo Yueming turned over and got off Xie Shuanghua's body, took a deep breath, and lifted the sword to pierce the cover in front of her.

All he saw was a pale handsome face.

In fact, it is not accurate to say that it is the face.

To be precise, this is a piece of freshly peeled human skin, dripping with blood.

The blood that dripped on Luo Yueming's face before must have dripped from this person's skin.

Not only that, if you look closely, the owner of this human skin is a handsome young man, with a small face and delicate features, which looks like a sickly beauty.

Luckily, Luo Yueming was so courageous. If he had been a timid person, he would have died of fright.

Luo Yueming was still in shock, and was more curious about what the hell could scare Changqing to the point of howling.

So he boldly went over to have a look, Xie Shuanghua presciently pulled him, shook his head and said: "Yueming, don't mess around."

Luo Yueming almost thought that the demon had fallen asleep with just such a sentence, but when he took a closer look, the elder brother's hair was still snow-white.

Then he waved his hand, and Luo Yueming said fearlessly: "What are you afraid of? I'm a handsome seven-foot man, how can I be frightened by this ghost thing?"

Walking slowly over, he raised his sword and wanted to pick away the hanging bright red cover, but before he could pick it up, the red cover had already started to move, Luo Yueming swallowed hard, and bravely raised his eyes to have a look .

But he saw sticky blood dripping from the top of his head, winding down the cover.

Tick-?-tick-?-

It was also at this moment that Luo Yueming found out.

Dare to feel that these covers were not bright red at the beginning, but were stained red with blood.

Looking in the direction where the blood flowed out, Luo Yueming raised his head, and suddenly, something fell from the top of his head.

Suddenly, it looked like a human being, with eyeballs protruding high and bloody, and there seemed to be maggots surging under the flesh, which almost stretched the flesh and flesh, gushing out snow-white milky white worms that were still devouring the flesh and blood.

The distance was so close that Luo Yueming could smell the strong smell of blood. The moment his eyes met, his throat tightened, and he almost screamed out.

In order to show that she is very reliable in front of the senior brother, Luo Yueming raised his sword to block this thing, but with a push, this lump of flesh and blood stuck to it.

Like boneless, it clings to his long sword and spreads to his arm.

Only then did Changqing realize the disgust of this ghost thing, and immediately scolded: "Who the hell is it? Why are you pretending to be a ghost here?"

Xie Shuanghua's thick brows were all frowned, and he walked to Luo Yueming's side with just one step, wrapped his arms around his waist, and pushed the ghost away fiercely with a wave of his sleeve.

Hearing a loud "bang", this ghost thing flew upside down and hit the wall fiercely, bursting into a ball of blood foam in an instant.

Luo Yueming felt as if he was being displeased, and couldn't help feeling sick again, and buried his face in Xie Shuanghua's arms, Xie Shuanghua patted him on the back lightly, and comforted him in a low voice: "I told you not to let you see, If you don't listen...do you feel uncomfortable in your stomach?"

It took a long time for her to recover, and when she heard this, she immediately said: "It's just pretending to be a ghost, let me go over and find out!"

After saying that, he took a few steps forward, opened the layers of cover and walked in, only a few steps forward, and was blocked by a huge drum.

This drum is very strange. It is not like an ordinary drum. It looks like a pregnant woman with a swollen belly. If there is a grievance, beat the drums to voice the grievance.

"Damn, what the hell is this?"

How did Changqing know the twists and turns, and when he pulled the drumstick, he hit it several times.

However, what came out was not the beeping of drums, but the sound of the young man's painful sobs, which entered his ears.He was fascinated by ghosts, he just felt that the voice was very ghostly, and it made people extremely ecstasy, wishing to make him cry louder.

As if going crazy, he hit the drum head with the drumsticks hard, hitting the drum head hard, and then bounced back hard with great tenacity.

The boyish cry became louder and louder.

Luo Yueming chased him from behind, and when he saw Changqing went crazy, he picked up the drumstick and slammed it on his junior brother Fuyao's stomach.

Goodbye to that Fuyao who was dressed in a dusty prison uniform, curled up on the ground with disheveled hair, slender limbs, skinny, only a woman with an abnormally round belly, as if she had been pregnant for several months.

What's even more frightening is that Changqing even hit Fuyao's stomach so hard with a drumstick that the pregnant belly was twisted and deformed, and blood flowed down the heels of her legs.

There was still a token in Fuyao's mouth, a black corner was exposed, and the face was poked into a sharp and angular shape, with bright red tassels on the bottom, and both wrists were tied with hemp rope.

I could only struggle and crawl on the ground, but I couldn't break free, raised a pair of tearful eyes, and looked at Changqing in prayer.