The mountain ghost blows out the lights

Although Feng Qiu came to Feng An's side, he didn't do anything else for the time being.

Feng An was obviously not quite right, he only bent over, propping his knee with one hand, because his hair blocked him, he couldn't see his expression clearly, but his body was trembling uncontrollably, presumably the feeling would not be very pleasant.

He asked Fengqiu: "What did you do?"

Feng Qiu sat on the side of the boat with a smile, her legs were hanging in the sea water, she tilted her head to look at his expression from bottom to top: "Guess."

Feng An knew best what was going on in his body. He couldn't stand anymore, so he simply sat down and said in a low voice, "Is it a spell that works on the soul? What is it for?"

"Duoshe." Fengqiu replied, "Have you heard of it?"

Feng An: "...you want me?"

Duoshe is to let one person's soul enter another person's body, but Feng An is not in a good state now and cannot speak such a long sentence, so it is simplified to such a somewhat ambiguous statement.

Fengqiu: "..."

He blinked, a strange brilliance bloomed in his red pupils, and he even admitted with a smile: "You can also say that."

The young man himself was full of wounds, the wound on his shoulder was burned by Feng An and cut by Yan Jinping, and it was still emitting black smoke, but he didn't intend to have this body anymore anyway, so he didn't care at all. I just waited intently.

"Once my spell takes effect, it will make your soul never go back to where it should be."

Feng Qiu approached Feng An, lay on his shoulders, traced the shape of his body with his fingertips, and then discussed, "Anyway, it's useless if you want this thing, why don't you just give it to me, brother?"

—he had had enough.

He originally thought that he could endure the boundless loneliness in the unclean sea, he thought that what he wanted was only a long life, he thought that he could endure those tortures.

He originally thought that a short lifespan and being bullied by others were the scariest things in the world, but he was wrong.

Having lived in this ghostly place for dozens of hundreds of years, although she never showed it, Feng Qiu's thoughts have already changed beyond recognition with the passage of time.

Killing, sacrificing, prolonging life, accepting curses, such days are boring and irritating.Even though Feng Qiu could see through the clone's eyes, it was not the real body after all, it was just Yuyu's self-deception.

Every time Fengqiu opened her eyes, she still saw the same gray sky, endless sea water, and greedy treasure hunters who came to die one after another.

This is definitely not the life he wants to get back by giving up everything.

At this time, Feng Qiu thought of Tu Nan.

——Things that Tunan can do, why can't he?

As long as the spell is successfully cast, he can take the body of any visitor, enter this body that has never been cursed by the stone tablet, obtain all his abilities, and leave here freely and with a long life.

At that time, no one can stop him.

"I didn't choose you in the first place." Feng Qiu leaned against Feng An and complained softly, "You insisted on coming, so you can't blame me."

Feng An was sitting bent over, with Feng Qiu lying on his back like a resentful spirit, he looked up, and shook his head at Yan Jinping and the two indiscriminately.

Yan Jinping let out a 'tsk', his eyebrows furrowed tightly, and he didn't know whether he agreed or not. Anyway, he put down the knife he had just drawn out again, and held it with one hand, instead of rushing up to do justice for the sky and for him. Brother, teach Feng Qiu, this little bastard who doesn't know what to do.

Shen Lianxing also silently withdrew his weapon, not sure what this guy was thinking.

Could it be that he is so confident in himself, or does he have another trick?

Feng An twitched the corners of his mouth soothingly to the angry few people, with a peaceful expression, staring at the lines in the cabin, and asked Feng Qiu: "Is that the knife just now?"

The magic that pulls the soul takes effect from within the body, Feng An doesn't remember when he let down his vigilance, allowing someone to plant this kind of magic in his body.

After much deliberation, there was only the moment when the black head poked in.

No wonder he would rather reveal his identity than give Feng An such a seemingly useless knife, and he could even tolerate Yan Jinping and Shen Lianxing's repeated clichés to delay time.

It turned out that Feng Qiu planned to do this from the very beginning.

Fengqiu: "Yes, otherwise."

His avatar and the main body are in the same mind. Since he has long been willing to do this, of course the spell has been prepared, but he has never found a chance to do it, and there is no other suitable candidate.

Wu Shou finally found an excuse to follow Feng An to the unclean sea, of course it was not just for stabbing Feng An all at once.

The magic circle is engraved on the dagger, and the spell takes effect directly in the human body. After such a knife, even Feng An has to be hit.

Feng An sighed, but his mind was thinking of other things.

Along the way... What kind of mood did that kid Wushou have when chatting and joking with them?

Did he hesitate for a moment?

Feng Qiu said: "I thought you would say 'I am your brother after all' or something like that."

Feng An didn't look at him: "Is it useful?"

"It's useless." Feng Qiu smiled, "It's a good thing you didn't tell me."

The boy's icy breath was close at hand, and his weight was very light.Although it was out of date, Feng An still couldn't help but think of the days when they were brothers.

The former Fengqiu also liked to lie on his back and softly call him brother.

Yes... since when did it become like this?

Maybe Feng Qiu never changed, it was just that he was too late to realize that things had developed to this point.

Feng An asked again: "...does it hurt?"

Feng Qiu may be waiting for the spell to fully take effect. He has dealt with souls in the unclean sea for nearly a hundred years, and he is very confident in the spell he designed. At this time, he had the patience to talk to Feng An: "What do you mean?"

"Curse." Feng An said, "There is also a sacrifice. Did you bleed?"

"Let it go." Feng Qiu said truthfully, "It hurts, of course it hurts, but this is also the price, and the pain has to be endured."

Feng An stopped talking, her light golden eyelashes drooped down, she lowered her head slightly, looking at Feng Qiu's hand on his shoulder.

The boy's bones were slender, he didn't look like he had grown up at all, his whole body was pale, only his fingertips had a lovely pink glow.

Fengqiu and him got stuck together, discussing: "Give it to me, okay?"

"Look, after you've lived for so long, you should be content, right?"

Feng An seemed to raise the corner of her mouth, her voice was very weak: "Unfortunately, I haven't lived enough yet."

"I think so." Feng Qiu is easy to talk at this time, those black lines on his body are slowly changing, although some were cut off by Yan Jinping, the rest are still tenacious, and they will probably climb up to Feng An's body "But your opinion is not important, anyway, whether you want it or not, it's too late."

His spell is about to take effect, and Feng An's soul is about to be expelled or shattered, leaving only a complete body with all the things Feng Qiu once longed for.

The white-haired boy closed his eyes, rubbed affectionately on the side of Feng An's neck, and whispered: "It's a pity, actually I like you very much."

In Feng An's ear, he called again: "Brother."

Feng An smiled and replied, "I know."

No one knew his younger brother better than him, he was the first to guess what Feng Qiu did, and he was also the first to understand why Feng Qiu did what he did.

It's a pity that Feng Qiu doesn't seem to want to understand him.

Yan Jinping saw that Feng An seemed to have no way to deal with it, so he raised his voice: "Feng An, can you do it? No, we have to do it."

After many years, Boss Yan, who was about to cultivate himself to the point of becoming an immortal with six clean roots, was annoyed by the bastard, and finally regained his arrogant behavior style for a short time.

He had been waiting to beat Feng Qiu for a long time, if Feng An didn't move again, then he would do it himself.

Feng An let out a long sigh, straightened his waist, and replied: "What's the hurry, I'm fine."

——The young man's complexion is normal, his clothes are wide open, and the wound has completely healed, except for the messy hair, at least there is no trace of injury on the outside.

Is there any sign of soul injury or rejection?

Feng Qiu moved, and found that the development of the matter did not seem to be as he thought, so he immediately became vigilant.

The intimacy just now dissipated like a cloud, and the connection between the spell that involved the souls of the two of them was suddenly disconnected from him, so the young man wanted to back off, and said coldly to Feng An: "What did you do? "

"It's nothing." Feng An didn't let him run away, she reached out her hand almost at the instant of Feng Qiu's movement, and pinched Feng Qiu's wrist on his shoulder.

Feng An exerted a lot of force, Feng Qiu was startled, and jerked his arm, but he didn't pull it out, so he wanted to repeat the same trick, turning into a puddle of sea water and flowing down the boat.

Feng An: "Jingping."

Yan Jinping had been prepared for a long time, the tip of the knife swam in the air, drew a shimmering charm, stuck it on Feng Qiu's forehead, and fixed the young man's body.

The situation gradually escaped Feng Qiu's control.Although he couldn't move anymore, he was still able to speak, his pupils dilated, stared at Feng An, and said in surprise and anger: "What's going on, the spell is useless? Are you okay? Why are you okay?!"

It is obvious that it will succeed soon, why——

"You forgot." The young Jinwu looked up at his younger brother who was close at hand, and said softly, "I am Jinwu."

The flames of the Golden Crow can burn away all evil spirits in the world, including of course the spells that invaded his body.

No wonder he was calm and didn't let Yan Jinping and the others do it. It turned out that he had expected this consequence a long time ago.

Feng Qiu is just an ordinary crow after all, he doesn't understand this.

The reason why he was so confident was that he was relying on the spell of seizing the house. Now that the spell suddenly failed and he was seriously injured, of course he would lose his position.

Fengqiu: "..."

He closed his eyes in disbelief, the expression on his face was distorted, and he said softly through gritted teeth: "So what you did just now are all playing tricks on me? Pretend me?"

"Not all." Feng An took his wrist that could still move, pulled Feng Qiu onto the boat and stood up straight, rubbed Feng Qiu's hair with the other hand, and explained patiently, "It's been so long See, I also want to know what you think all these years."

Feng Qiu blinked expressionlessly, feeling deeply deceived, and didn't want to say a word to him anymore.

Yan Jinping heaved a sigh of relief, and asked behind the two, "So, what are you going to do with him?"

Feng An carried Feng Qiu, looked over Feng Qiu's head at Yan Jinping, and asked for his opinion: "What do you think?"

"..." Yan Jinping seriously thought about it, and then said, "Beat me first?"

Feng An agreed: "It makes sense."

Feng Qiu glared at the two of them, suffering from being unable to move, and not wanting to yell shamelessly, he could only express his indignation with his eyes.

It's a pity that it's too late, since he has already committed such a crime, even if Feng An loved him a lot, there was absolutely no reason to forgive him casually.

Yan Jinping recommended himself again: "I'm coming?"

His temper is not that good, even after 15 years of nesting in Linlang Pavilion, he has only cultivated himself into a superficial Bodhisattva.It just looks mature and calm, but in fact, I still have the original personality, which has never really changed.

After Feng Qiu tormented them like this, Yan Jinping had long been unhappy.Once Yan Bodhisattva broke his merits, his original shape was revealed, and he turned into the angry-eyed Vajra in temperament, and the immovable King in spirit. He rolled up his arms and sleeves as if he was ready to go. Give this poor kid a good beating first.

"Let me do it." Feng An sighed, looked at Feng Qiu and said, "This is my responsibility, I am his brother after all."

It's all like this, but he still insists on being his brother. I don't know what kind of obsession it is.

Feng Qiu remained silent.

"Blood on my heart... I will also help you take it out." The young man stared at Feng Qiu with a complicated expression, "Besides, I have something else I want to tell him."

The author says:

Fengqiu: Unwanted bodies can be donated to those in need.

Feng An: Do you want me?

Fengqiu: Although, but, so to speak, it seems to be correct...

Yan Jinping: What are they talking about?

Shen Lianxing: ...It's okay, if you don't understand, let's stop listening.

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Fudo Mingwang is the wrathful body of Dainichi Tathagata. "Darijingshu": This statue sits on a stone seat... showing wrathful appearance,... making a gesture of breaking troubles.

In short, it means anger (.

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