How to Raid the Flower of Low Ridge

Lu Miyuan himself doesn't even remember whether he saved Shen Yun.He just rushed up instinctively the moment he saw the ghost dog open its fangs at the fallen man, and wrestled with it.

He couldn't remember exactly how the fight happened, the eyelashes were covered with blood, the broken rusty blade scratched the palm of his hand, dripping bright red and meager spiritual power were poured into the ghost's body at the same time, and the ghost's aura also mixed unconsciously. After entering the wound, it quietly took root and sprouted in his limbs and bones. From then on, a strange violence rose from his chest, which would never be calmed down forever.

Even though the ghost was no longer moving, he still stabbed at it one after another until he was exhausted.

Is this a rescue?

But Shen Yun's eyes were so bright in the night that Lu Miyuan couldn't ask such a rhetorical question.

There was a short silence in the small space, Lu Miyuan pressed the tip of his tongue against his teeth, and after a long while, he said softly: "Uncle Shi can remember, I'm very happy."

"I'm also very happy." Shen Yun's tone rose by three points.It was like finding a lost treasure. He was in a great mood, even better than when he saw Lu Miyuan at the beginning of last year. He couldn't help but confirm again: "Are you really okay?"

"Ah."

"Is your body all right?"

"Ah."

"The ghost energy has also been purged?"

"……Um."

Lu Miyuan's last tone was vaguely wrapped in the soft cotton package, but Shen Yun didn't notice it.

The little uncle has never experienced exorcising rituals a few times. He is usually the one who kills ghosts. Purification is the work of fellow practitioners in the Crane Academy; Pollution of the heart orifice, relying on one's own spiritual power to protect each other, can quickly expel the ghost energy - such a situation as Chi Zhongyao is extremely rare, she has dragged on for too long, and by the time she reached Tianxian Court, she was already at the end of her strength.

But Lu Miyuan dragged on longer than her, and the situation of ghosting was more serious.

So it only takes four years?

Shen Yun couldn't tell what it was like for a moment, he stretched out his hand, wanting to pat Lu Miyuan's shoulder, but just as his fingertips came out of the quilt, he was held by the other party.

"..."

The talisman in the copper furnace was still exerting its effect silently, and the temperature in the room was slowly rising, even the bedding was also warmed.In such a Tao Ran atmosphere, Lu Miyuan's fingers were no longer as cold as usual.His fingertips were still cold, but the second knuckles were a little warmer, the third knuckles were a little hotter, and the fingers went down, and the palms that intersected were already dyed with the accumulated body temperature, very warm.

It's not the first time that he and Lu Miyuan have held hands like this, and the number of times they have slept together is innumerable. As for being watched with such soft eyes by his little friend, isn't that a matter of course...

——However, at this moment, these people were superimposed together, and Shen Yun suddenly felt that his breathing became half a beat faster.

His throat rolled, and he suddenly changed the topic: "By the way, I heard from Master that he asked Dragon King Hagiru to save you, so you have seen him long before Xingling?"

"I haven't seen him before." Lu Miyuan said.

When Lu Miyuan became conscious, he was already in the Three Thousand Abyss.

There was a thick black fog in all directions, as thick as mud in a deep swamp.The silt overwhelmed him, pulled him, swallowed him.He opened his eyes in the mud, but what he saw was not these slimy things, but a huge eye that could not be described in words.

—was watching him.

In an instant, an inexplicable tremor choked his throat, he wanted to escape, but he couldn't move an inch; he wanted to scream, but mud poured into his mouth; in the endless and deep darkness, he was forced to meet his eyes Watching, forced to listen to the extravagant mantra that is more vast than the prehistoric.

This is a mental torture, the spell penetrates the eardrum and fills the consciousness, and the harsh syllables are like thousands of people crying and roaring around.And amidst these noisy noises, there was another very small voice repeating something over and over again.

...you...please...must...

Lu Miyuan couldn't hear what he said afterwards, because a rather elegant male voice came from far above his head:

"It's time to start."

"...I have heard the voice of the Dragon King, but I have never seen him. I didn't know he was the Dragon King at the time. I only knew that this voice was presiding over the... ceremony." Lu Miyuan's voice was very soft.

He omitted the word "exorcise", because ghost qi has never been expelled.There are ghosts thrown into the three thousand abyss constantly, one, two... one hundred, two hundred... one thousand, two thousand.Some were strange animals, some were human corpses with crooked heads, and some couldn't tell what they were.These things are stupid and ugly, wandering around in a daze, until they use their insensitive sense of smell to smell the only unpolluted, still clean heart in the abyss.

They rushed at him.

"Uncle Master has never been polluted by ghost aura, so I probably can't imagine what it feels like." Lu Miyuan buried half of his face in the quilt, and raised his cheeks, as if smiling, "There is no such thing as in the textbook. It’s so uncomfortable, it can even be said to be very happy.”

"It only hurts when the aura expels the ghost energy." He added.

How can killing be unhappy?The parasitic ghost energy in the body mobilizes the bloodthirsty desire for destruction. All the ghosts that come close to him are crushed, devoured, and killed by him. Every time a ghost is smashed into thousands of pieces and trampled under his feet, he can feel the power of supremacy. The joy and ecstasy flooded to him, so that he had no time to listen to the request of that little voice amidst countless noises.

Perhaps just killing endlessly like this, degrading a little bit, and merging with the chaos, is the real thing... When he was thinking about this in a daze, the pain suddenly hit his heart.

That point of white light is like a flawless white flower, which stubbornly blooms in the mud, not allowing any other color to tarnish it.

The severe pain awakened his reason and reminded him of his wish.He is a human being, a disciple of Dan Chengfeng, a disciple of Ning Wei, a nephew of Shen Yun, and the most important follower of his most admired junior uncle. How can he stay here?

It is much easier to give up than to persist, and it is much easier to be a ghost than a person.

He still wants to be human.He still wants to accompany Shen Yun as a human being, because Shen Yun is also human.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

For the first time, he made a sound in Three Thousand Abyss, hoarse and ugly, no different from the roars of those ghosts crushed by him.The roar attracted the male voice again. The other party stood at a very high place, so high that even if he raised his head, he couldn't see the light, let alone what the man looked like. Only the other party's words came down clearly.

"what do you."

He can't find his teeth, he can't find his tongue, he can barely remember how to pronounce the syllables: "I... I am a...human..."

"How can you be a human?" The male voice smiled, "Do you know how long it has been since you ate like a human? Do you know what you look like now?"

He let out broken gasps from his throat.After a long time, he repeated in a low voice: "I am a human..."

The male voice didn't reply immediately, as if he was considering whether his words were the ghost's obsessive babbling or from his own heart.After a while, the male voice said: "If you still want to be a human being, you have to find a lock for yourself."

"Lock……"

"You have to use this lock to lock your impulses, your desires. You can't like locks too much, and you can't hate locks, both of which will intensify the ghost energy in your body, and you won't be able to be a human being." The male voice paused, "Do you have such a lock?"

Without any hesitation, he said, "I have."

"...Uncle Master just said that I saved you, but in fact Uncle Master saved me even more." Lu Miyuan's eyes fixed on Shen Yun for a moment, "Because Uncle Master protected my heart, so I'm not afraid of anything."

"Mi Yuan..." Shen Yun felt a feeling of relief in his heart. He thought it was relief, but the relief would not be so sour, nor would it be so sticky. It seems that something is about to come out.

Suddenly, he burst out a sentence: "Is it hard?"

"It's not too difficult." Lu Miyuan pulled Shen Yun's hand towards his pillow.When he spoke, his breath was light, like kisses falling on his fingertips one after another, burning hot, "Every time I feel that I can't bear it any longer, I just need to say two words."

"Which two words?"

"Shen Yun."

This is his lock and his key.

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It's not easy for this kind of twisted kid to confess. The deletion, deletion, modification and rewriting made me vomit three liters of blood... In short, the breath-holding champion will not hold back today! !Why am I writing a confession about Chinese New Year again? I really can't stand myself!

As for "what" is Xiaolu, it depends on how you define it in your own mind_(:з」∠)_

Tomorrow should be a double update.