The mountain ghost blows out the lights

Shen Lianxing listened silently to Feng Qiu's analysis of his mental journey, and did not answer easily.

The boy's voice became deeper and hoarse.

"Later I found out about this place." Feng Qiu didn't expect Shen Lianxing to have any comments on these things, and just continued talking on his own.

He patted the wordless stele behind him, and seemed very proud of what he had done: "You can't find any news about it, right?"

Shen Lianxing was not stupid, and sighed: "Of course you did it too."

"Naturally." Feng Qiu said, "After I found out about its existence, I destroyed all related records I could find."

"I can't let others compete with me."

At that time, the Unclean Sea was not so famous, there were no monsters in it, and there were no spirit guards or blood pools. The entire ocean was just to place this wordless tablet, which was not very dangerous for flying crows.

It is just a broken stone that no one cares about in a secret place that no one knows about.

If Fengqiu hadn't consulted a large number of ancient books and deduced the usefulness of this wordless stele from many clues, I am afraid that until now, no one would have cared that there is such a place in this world, where there is no morning and evening, the world is reversed, and the name It's called the Unclean Sea.

Feng Qiu said: "This stone—what do you call it outside? A stele without writing?"

He seemed to like the atmosphere where he was in control of the topic, and his smile was no longer as rusty as it was at the beginning. He took two steps forward, allowing people to see the shadows behind him more clearly.

"I enshrine it and feed it with endless blood, and it gives me eternal life and powerful abilities. The price is that I will live with it from now on."

"Interesting, isn't it? It's not a stele at all, you know, it's a curse, a... parasite."

Everything in the unclean sea is going against the grain. If you want to make a deal with it to gain longevity, but you don't want to pay anything, how can there be such a good thing in this world?

Fengqiu is the guardian of the spirit.

For dozens of hundreds of years, he has been silently hiding in the unclean sea, accompanied by a broken stone that cannot speak, and a pool of bloody water that he created with his own hands.

guard his own soul.

Shen Lianxing said softly, "So that's how it is."

At the same time, I thought to myself: No wonder a little crow took advantage of it. If the price of eternal life is to live without humans and ghosts, then I am afraid that not many people would want such ghosts.

——Maybe someone wants to, maybe the person who wants to do this kind of thing doesn't have such connections, Fengqiu can do this kind of thing, either he was deceived, or he was completely crazy long before that.

What is immortality here?This is clearly a puppet that has become a stone tablet, and it can only be controlled by it for generations to come and work for it.

Could this be the best way Feng Qiu could find?

Shen Lianxing put himself in his shoes and found that if the price of eternal life is to live in such a crappy place all his life and become so inhuman, then he would rather live freely.

Maybe someone likes it, but he doesn't like it anyway.

"That's it." Feng Qiu said.

That's what he said, in fact, the memory of that part is almost blurred. Although there are still some impressions, it is like a handful of soaked paper that has been soaked in rain, and the writing has long been blurred. .

Too much time has passed, Fengqiu can no longer remember how the original self overcame fear, overcome all difficulties, and came to the unclean sea.

How did he make up his mind, after seeing the true face of the curse, still make up his mind to choose to accept such a fate?

The hesitation, nervousness, and fear that belonged to the little crow seemed to have happened in her previous life. Now Feng Qiu is fearless, as if she has lost that part of her emotions.

--never mind.He thought, anyway, those are not important now.

He only remembered that after sacrificing his soul to the stele, he stood in front of the stele, determined to get rid of those two worrying brothers.

Feng An and Yan Jinping, one of them is the Golden Crow, and the other has a mysterious identity, but it can be seen that they are quite remarkable characters. It is really difficult to implement this matter, even with the power provided by the stone tablet, Feng An at that time Qiu Yi didn't know what to do.

At that time, Yan Jinping's letter gave Fengqiu an inspiration.

The letter was delivered normally, and it was placed on Feng An's desk.Feng An never shied away from him, and let him read the letters at will.

Feng An happened to be out on business, so Feng Qiu opened the letter and saw that Yan Jinping said that Zhigu Marsh was dangerous, and that there were many powerful enemies staring at the dagger.

At that time, Feng Qiu had already accepted the conditions of the unclean sea, reached an agreement with the wordless tablet, and obtained amazing power.The one who died in the Bone Marsh was not Feng Qiu's real body at all, it was just an insignificant feather.

Just like Wu Shou.

Feng An and Yan Jinping never doubted him, and in this deliberately woven plot, Feng Qiu was the victim.

When they suddenly encountered such a thing, they must not have thought of checking to see if there was anything strange about that body. He wanted to justify tearing himself out of this ridiculous fate, which was just right.

Some people's lives have deviated from the established track since then, while others' lives are now on the right track.

Everything was as Feng Qiu expected.

After speaking this paragraph, Feng Qiu looked forward to observing the expression on Yan Jinping's face, but he didn't see the sadness and remorse he wanted to see, and was a little disappointed.

Yan Jinping just stood with downcast eyes, not even the slightest tremor in the hand holding Duan Shui. She was slender, with long hair hanging down, and the end of her eyes were as sharp as a knife's edge, so beautiful that she was not like a living person.

Seeing Fengqiu looking at him, he raised his eyes and asked, "Have you finished?"

Feng Qiu was taken aback.

Then the young man smiled and shook his head: "It's so fast, I managed to accomplish a big event, of course I have to explain it to everyone in detail, otherwise wouldn't it be a waste?"

He asked again: "Do you want to kill me now?"

Yan Jinping didn't answer, but put the broken water on his shoulder, and hummed softly with no expression on his face.

"I know you asked about Unclean Sea later." Feng Qiu ignored him and turned to Feng An, "But do you know? I also released those rumors."

Feng An whispered: "...you mean the treasure of immortality in the unclean sea?"

"Yes." Feng Qiu said with a smile, "Haven't you ever thought about it? Why can you only hear rumors about the unclean sea, but never see a person who escaped from here?"

Of course, that was calculated by Feng Qiu.

He did it very carefully, the avatar only controlled the spread of these rumors within a small range, and most of the people who spread them were greedy guys with little ability.

Greed can make these people hold back the news of the treasure, and their ability is just enough to allow them to touch the location of the unclean sea, but they don't have the ability to escape alive from Feng Qiu's hands.

Feng An never went out, and his source of news was Jin Yuwei—and most of them came from Ya Yu and Wu Shou.That's why he knew so many things that even Yan Jinping and Shen Lianxing hadn't found out.

It's okay to tell him, because he won't be really curious about a rumored baby anyway.

Feng Qiu is very smart, in his perception, people who are not smart should not live long.

This can't be done, he doesn't want to make himself a short-lived fool.

Feng An remained motionless, as if frozen into a painting together with the sea water.

Shen Lianxing shrugged, and Yan Jinping snorted again.

"It's my turn to ask." The boy said, "Why are you here today?"

Feng Qiu paused, looked at Yan Jinping again, raised her eyebrows and said, "Oh, yes, I forgot..."

Wushou is his avatar, and they should be able to share memories.It's just that Fengqiu has many avatars, and usually he just gives orders, and doesn't go to see the avatar's memory. Although he took the black head back, he has time to check it now.

Anyway, they are all one person, with the same principles of action and the same way of thinking, so there is no need to worry about making mistakes.

"You need my heart and soul, right?" Feng Qiu tapped her chest, "To cure your illness?"

"What's the name of that little mountain god who took your heart out? Let me think about it, it seems to be...Tunan?"

Yan Jinping didn't expect him to mention Tunan, raised his eyes and said, "What do you want to say?"

Feng Qiu laughed even more happily, the boy's eyes were red, as if blood was about to ooze from them.

"I met him once before, he was really an interesting kid, he was jealous of his master, he was so jealous." He laughed, "In this matter, I am a senior after all, and I even mentioned a few words about him. "

The air was stagnant.

Feng Qiu seemed not aware of it, and said slowly: "I didn't know his master was you at the time. Otherwise, I might not have taught him such an extreme method."

"After all, he is bolder than me. I just said something that might be useful. I didn't expect him to actually do it and succeed. If I had known this, I should have tried it."

Seizing divine power might not be a way to live a long life, but also to become a god, which is not an easy task.

Most of the gods are born. Only people like Yan Jinping, who are spontaneously supported by the believers, built a new tablet for him, and even molded a golden body. In addition, the original mountain god of Tu Nanshan was absent, so he became a Tu Nanshan. The new mountain god of Nanshan.

Feng Qiu shook his head and sighed: "But even if it really succeeds, I still have to be enemies with all of you. Besides, you haven't gone to Tunan Mountain at that time. Where can I find such a soft-hearted and easy-to-deceive mountain god?"

He fiddled with the dagger, and said: "Besides, to become a mountain god, you have to be incensed for thousands of years, and tied to the fate of the believers. It's so boring."

What I said was like how interesting it is to offer stone tablets in this ruined place.

Yan Jinping looked at him expressionlessly, slowly picked up the broken water, wiped the other hand on his arm, and pulled Kegu out.

"Heartblood." He said concisely and clearly, "Will you give it?"

Feng Qiu blinked.

He seemed to think that such Yan Jinping was very rare, tilted his head and said, "What if I don't give it?"

Row.

"Feng An." Yan Jinping didn't talk nonsense to him, and raised his voice, "I'll beat him up first, don't you mind?"

Feng An was almost healed, but still sat still, and said with a wry smile, "Why would I mind?"

It was his fault for raising his younger brother like this.

Yan Jinping glanced sideways at Feng An, and immediately understood what this person was thinking.He had nothing to do with Feng An's idea, so he said expressionlessly: "Come on, shut up, you don't need to express your opinion."

Turning to Yayu again: "Take care of him, don't let him think wildly."

Crow Feather nodded vigorously with her lips pursed as if she was facing a formidable enemy, and she never saw the previous posture of picking her nose and eyes at Yan Jinping again.

"Does this mean to do it?" Feng Qiu heard it, and he untied the cloak with pale fingers, threw the huge black cloth casually, and hung it on the edge of the wordless stele.

He wore a close-fitting dress with a low collar and no sleeves.

Yan Jinping now saw the shadows behind him connected to the wordless stele, sticking tightly to Fengqiu's back.It seems that Fengqiu dressed like this is to facilitate the approach of the shadow.

But these are not the most striking.

The boy's body was covered with strange black lines, and those shadows eroded his body, like some kind of vines, forming an ominous net, climbing up his pale skin with vicious intentions.

One of his shoulders was scorched black for some reason, similar to the shoulder that Yan Jinping cut off before the black head.

——It was only then that they could more intuitively see why Feng Qiu called it a curse.

That is greedy malice, and that is by no means a good thing that is merciful.

The author says:

Fengqiu: It's scary to be educated.

Shen Lianxing: ... Who wants this thing, as if you treat it like a treasure.

Yan Jinping: Damn it, let's talk about beating up, fast forward to beating the child!

Feng An: ...

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Sad news, I went to the hospital to check my eyes today, and it turned out to be fine!Just prescribed eye drops and sent me away!Wouldn't it be justifiable to fish in this way? (Wait, you