The bright moon sits on the ground

Bu Chenyuan rang the copper bell on his wrist.

The unmoving living dead raised their heads and looked at her after hearing the bell.

Bu Chenyuan turned around slowly and walked out of the cave. Perhaps it was because Fang Qisheng took away the Gu worms from her body, so the Bu family disciples in black robes moved much slower than last night, but they still followed stiffly. The copper bell took a step forward.

The scene in front of him was too weird. Countless thoughts flashed through Nie Qiu's mind for a moment, but he and Fang Qisheng still bent down and followed them at a distance.

There may be other openings in the cave, but Bu Chenyuan still chose the nearest one and walked out through the waterfall.

In the dark night, without moonlight, a long procession walked silently along the river.

When they encountered a fork in the river, they didn't hesitate at all, they just followed the people in front of them numbly without saying a word.

Nie Qiu and Fang Qisheng immediately understood that the road they were walking on was the road leading to the creek at the entrance of the village.

There was silence in the air, and the two of them kept silent, even breathing very lightly.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Nie Qiu saw the familiar village and the silent brook in the night.

Bu Chenyuan, who was at the front of the team, finally stopped by the creek.

Nie Qiu and Fang Qisheng quietly hid in the treetops while she was looking at the stream.

She didn't put on the hood for some reason tonight, her long black hair hung down her face, making her cheeks paler, her lips were slightly cracked, and the exposed skin from her neck to under her clothes was already obvious. It was a corpse-like gray.

Bu Chenyuan stretched out his hand and tentatively touched the calm water surface of the creek with his fingertips.

Hearing the scorching "stab" sound, Bu Chenyuan withdrew his hand suddenly, but the expression on his face did not change at all, as if he had expected this result long ago, or this kind of thing had already happened before Countless times, she has become accustomed to it.

After a while, Bu Chenyuan asked in a flat tone, "Did the two people from last night come tonight?"

She didn't turn her head, her eyes were still looking at the water, as if she was just muttering to herself.

Fang Qisheng's face changed slightly, he turned his head, mouthed to Nie Qiu and said: She is different from last night.

Nie Qiu frowned slightly. When he saw that the disciple of the Shendingmen was actually Bu Chenyuan, he felt that something was wrong. Now that he followed him all the way, Bu Chenyuan's actions and tone made him feel out of place. feel.

He waved his hand at Fang Qisheng, and jumped down from the treetop without avoiding it.

"Bu Chen Yuan?"

Nie Qiu staggered away from the Bu family disciples who were standing still, and walked towards Bu Chenyuan.

Only then did Bu Chenyuan turn around, and looked at Nie Qiu with those dark eyes that couldn't see through any light, until he was about to walk in front of her, without any intention of making a move, "Do you recognize her?"

She said "you know her", not "you know me".

Nie Qiu stopped in his tracks, barely two steps away from her.

Bu Chenyuan's face that he had seen countless times suddenly became strange, and Nie Qiu began to wonder if the one in front of him was actually Bu Chenyuan, or that he was still staying in the Bu family's mansion at all, continuing to go deep. Caught in the quagmire of memories.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Bu Chenyuan stopped looking at him and raised his hand, intending to ring the copper bell on his wrist.

That moment seemed to stretch the time even longer, the wind of the night and the undead people behind her no longer existed, the copper bell swayed with her movements, and the side that was originally facing inwards gradually turned around, without a trace. It appeared in front of Nie Qiu's eyes in a concealed manner.

A red "Yuan" character is engraved on the copper bell.

"The copper bells of the Bu family are divided into three types, the copper bells held by the head of the family, the copper bells used to guard the house, and the copper bells that everyone has, the copper bells forged from their blood."

"When the ghosts defected, I fell asleep in the dark room for a whole year because of the medicine I took, so I don't know whether Brother Yuan has returned or not, and I don't know if he is still alive."

In an instant, Bu Chenrong's words appeared in Nie Qiu's mind.

With a very soft voice, he slowly uttered three words: "Bu Chenyuan?"

Bu Chenyuan's arm froze in the air.

"I came down from the Fengxue Mountain Range and met Bu Chenrong." Nie Qiu said.

"Chenrong," her eyes gradually brightened, she repeated it in a strange yet familiar way, "she is still alive."

"Haven't you been back?"

Bu Chenyuan, or Bu Chenyuan, shook his head and said, "I had been away from the Bu family for more than a month when the ghosts defected, and it was three days later when I returned to the mansion. I only saw... my sister, and other Bu family disciples, but I didn't see my younger sister."

At that time, Bu Chenrong had already fallen asleep in the dark room. I don't know if it was because Bu Chenyuan left the Bu family that he didn't know about the newly built dark room, or maybe few people knew about the dark room... probably It was for this reason that the siblings passed by like this, and they never saw each other for the next 20 years.

Nie Qiu couldn't help asking that Bu Chenrong, or a question that Bu Chenyuan and everyone wanted to know.

"Where did you go when you were not at Bu's house?"

Where did he go, he missed sending his soul to the bell, missed the ghosts fleeing, missed Bu Chenrong hiding in the dark room, missed the last words that the Patriarch of the Bu family wanted to say to him but did not say, missed The last side of Bu Chenyuan?

Bu Chenyuan slowly took off the copper bell wrapped around his wrist.

"I went to the Divine Cauldron Gate."

"I don't know how much you know, but you should have heard from my little sister that Heaven's way of punishing the celestial master's family. In the beginning, only a few of them knew, but as time went by, the seals of all the ghosts gradually disappeared. If the ground is weakened, the matter cannot be hidden." Bu Chenyuan bit his lower lip in hatred, almost biting blood, every word seemed to be chewed by him before he could say it, "She hides it How could she not hide it?"

Nie Qiu listened quietly to Bu Chenyuan's words. He seemed to have buried these words in his heart for a long time, and now he poured them out.

After Bu Chenyuan desperately went to save the little sister, many Bu family children who didn't know him at first remembered him, and remember to ask him to come out together when there is anything, either to play or to drive away. Ghost, it is always very happy.The Patriarch saw it and said nothing.Bu Chenyuan's mother is not a stubborn person, she is also straight-tempered, she hasn't met Bu Chenyuan since the day he came, but she acquiesced in many things, and she never did anything to make trouble secretly .

After Bu Chenrong changed his eyes, he always looked like he was going to cry when he saw him. After that, he never ate the candy that his brothers and sisters gave him, and put all her precious things in a bag In the past, all of them were given to Bu Chenyuan, telling him not to be angry with him - but Bu Chenyuan had never been angry with her.

Bu Chenyuan said that he had learned some painting skills and wanted to paint him a portrait of the ghost he drove.She said: "I drew the painting according to your brushstrokes, Chen Yuan, don't laugh at me then." There was nothing in her right eye socket, but Bu Chenyuan could forcefully see it from there. I saw a gentle smile.

Bu Chenyuan originally thought that everything would be better, and he remembered those things very clearly bit by bit.

So he can't forget, let alone bear the pain of loss.

When Bu Chenyuan was not at Bu's house, he went to Shendingmen.

The Bu family hates that kind of crooked sect the most, especially the Shending sect that goes against their morals.

But Bu Chenyuan didn't know who else he should ask for help.

He left the Bu family mansion by himself, inquired about the whereabouts of the Shendingmen during the day, and hid in the temple at night, listening to the melodious bells, the wound on his body scratched by the ghost seemed to be less painful.

Bu Chenyuan knelt in front of his mother whom he hadn't seen a few times, and begged her to teach him the secret technique of the Divine Cauldron Sect.

The corner of the woman's eyes twitched. Although her face was old, she could still tell people how she looked when she was young.She said: "Don't kneel down, I won't call you, and you won't call me mother, we don't owe each other. Bu Chenyuan...is that your name? I am useless, I will teach you."

Immediately, she sighed again, "I don't want a good reputation, so why do I want to learn this crooked way?"

The corpse refining method of the Shending Cauldron is really difficult to practice, not only the body suffers, but even the morality seems to be gradually distorted by the corpse refining cauldron along with the rumbling corpse oil.

The corpse-refining cauldron of the Shending Sect casts the body, and the copper bell of the Bu family guards the soul. Bu Chenyuan thought that he could always find a way to break the way of heaven.

But he had just learned halfway, before he even entered the door, he heard that the ghosts on the Fengxue Mountain Range screamed all night.

It was only then that Bu Chenyuan really felt that time was but a flick of a finger, he had no time to learn anything, to do anything, to say anything, it was already too late.

That month passed too fast, but these 20 years passed too slowly.

He returned to Bu's house in a daze, but there were corpses everywhere, and the fallen leaves were dyed red.

Bu Chenyuan couldn't tell what mood he was in at that time, but numbly carried every corpse down from the mountain, blood dripping all over the road.He found a cave behind the waterfall, and set up a corpse-refining cauldron there, which he used as a lair.

He hadn't refined a corpse before, and he didn't have to practice, and he hadn't learned to that level yet.

Bu Chenyuan is absolutely not good; Senior Sister Qing is very gentle and speaks softly, no way; even senior brother looks heartless, but takes good care of him, no good; Junior Brother Xiaohe is still young, and his heart is also soft It's a mess, no...

At that time, Bu Chenyuan was not what he is now. He still had reason at that time, and he knew that he could not attack ordinary people.

— Otherwise, I'll try myself first.

As soon as Bu Chenyuan uttered these words, Nie Qiu felt cold all over his body.

Even Fang Qisheng, who followed him and jumped off the tree, lowered his head, silently looking at the calm water.

Bu Chenyuan first practiced his arms.

Bu Chenyuan can still be the same as before without his right eye, but he is just missing his left arm.

Then left leg, right leg.

Several days had passed by this time, Bu Chenyuan stayed in that dark cave, facing the speechless Bu Chenyuan and other disciples, there was no pain in his body.But what worried him even more was that the corpses had already begun to grow spots, and they also emitted an unpleasant smell of corpses.

He began to lose his mind and was eager for success. When he was in extreme pain, he didn't even know what he was doing. It wasn't until he woke up that Bu Chenyuan's arm was covered with wounds scratched by fingernails, but he couldn't bleed anymore. .

So he cried again beside Bu Chenyuan like he did a few years ago.

The skinny boy, like a caged beast, curled up next to the scarred corpse, his spine protruding viciously from his curved back, as if he was about to break through his flesh in the next second. Tear the entire broken body apart.

Bu Chenyuan lowered her head, and pressed her cheek against Bu Chenyuan's cold neck. Tears that became hotter in the cold night kept falling from her dry eye sockets, dripping down her cheeks and onto her face and neck. It was a small splash of water.But his elder sister, who was about the same age, would never open her eyes to look at him again.Bu Chenyuan would never use his hands to push his long hair behind his ears, wipe away his tears, and heal his wounds with a smile.

After all, he couldn't suppress the crying, and finally cried a lot.

That night, the passing hunters said after returning that there was a vicious ghost hidden behind the waterfall, which could make a heart-shattering roar.

After that, Bu Chenyuan separated the Corpse Refining Cauldron from the others. When he was so painful that he almost collapsed, he could only stumble and crawl out of the cave, along the tunnel, scratching on the wall with his bloody fingers. , turned up his nails, bloody and bloody, but Bu Chenyuan felt much better.

After so many repetitions, Bu Chenyuan actually figured out something.

However, he only learned it for such a short month, maybe after another half a year, another year, or a few years, he will be able to learn something and be able to refine everyone.

But he couldn't wait.

Bu Chenyuan cut off a strand of black hair from Bu Chenyuan, and when he was submerged in the scalding corpse oil with his copper bell engraved with the word "Yuan", he desperately thought, what if he is indeed With extraordinary talent, how could he successfully refine himself into a living dead?

There may be such strange people in the world, but Bu Chenyuan is not.

He thought vaguely, and said subconsciously in his mouth, step by step.

step by step.

When Bu Chenyuan woke up again, there was a dull pain in his arm, as if there was an unhealed wound.He turned his head and saw that there were scars left by him before, densely packed.

He sat up, his long hair slid to his chest, and touched his right eye, but there was nothing there.

He didn't refine himself into a living dead, but transferred his soul to Bu Chenyuan's body by mistake.

Bu Chenyuan waited until the hot corpse oil gradually turned cold before he fished it out. What he picked up was the skeleton of a 24-year-old man, missing one arm and two legs, and a tattoo on his ribs. A brass bell with words on it.He looked at it for a while, then put the skeleton at the corner of the wall, covered it with a rag, and tied the copper bell to his hand with a red rope.

He can't wait.