Doe

There was a lot of noise around, but Alanna couldn't hear a sound.Her eyes were concentrated on the little man by the well, he was lying there, motionless, his face was covered by clothes, and he couldn't see clearly.It's fake, it can't be Linger's.Her spirit is clever and nimble, how could she fall into the well for no reason?Her hands and feet were getting cold inch by inch, she walked slowly to the child's side, and gently lifted the clothes from his face.She saw her child, pale cheeks, eyes closed, long eyelashes like thin down feathers.He seemed to be asleep, look, the lotus print between his eyebrows is still so bright, how could he be dead?

She hugged the little cold body of the little soul boy, crying helplessly.The child who was hugging and joking with her before, why is it gone now?Her child is so smart and sensible, his fire skills are unparalleled in the world, when he was born, the sky was full of fiery red lotus clouds, he was destined to have an extraordinary future, how could he die at the age of six?

Bailidu was also in a daze, as if the core had been pulled out of his body, he was like a walking dead.Squatting down slowly, he stretched out his hand to touch the little soul boy's tired head on his mother's shoulder.Ling'er's cheeks were so cold, he was born with fire skills, and he was born with strong blood, so his body was warm even in winter.Now he was cold, like a handful of ashes that had been cold for a long time.

"Great Grandmaster, please forgive me." Someone said behind him.

"Get out." He gritted his teeth and said, "Get out of here!"

The child was moved into a white tent and slept alone in a small coffin bed.Alan kept watch over him for a day and a night without eating or drinking, she lost her former look, her eyes were like dry mud ponds.Baili Jueming came out after bandaging the wound, she was still sitting on the side of the coffin bed, gently stroking the little spirit boy's pale face from time to time, as if he really just fell asleep, and she repelled the mosquitoes for him.

In just one day and one night, Bailidu became haggard as if he was a different person.Baili Jueming almost couldn't recognize his elder brother. He was usually so reserved and reserved, but now he was sitting on the steps without changing his clothes, unshaven, holding his head, like a homeless man. Homeless bum.

"There is something strange about Ling'er's death, you have to investigate." Baili Jueming said.

"I know. Brother, go persuade Alanna and let her eat something." Bailidu said softly, "She listens to you."

Baili Jueming limped into the mourning hall and walked behind Alanna, "Alana..."

"Brother," Alanna asked sadly, "Tell me, does Ling'er blame me? Blame me for leaving him and walking away alone."

"No, it was an accident." He advised her, "Eat something, Ling'er is in the sky, I won't want to see you like this."

"Leave me alone, let me stay by myself for a while," Alanna said.

Baili Jueming ordered his servants to bring food, put it beside her, stood there for a while, and finally withdrew.

Linger must be blaming her, Alana thought desolately, she is really a cruel mother, leaving him alone in this huge house.He was only six years old, and he must have been terrified of losing his mother's shadow and growing up stumblingly.She regretted it too much, and every question she asked herself was like a sharp needle in her heart.How could Linger die?She thought blankly, the world is so big, there must be a way to bring people back to life.

By the way, six-petal lotus heart.She suddenly remembered the small stone necklace, which she had worn around her neck for 1000 years, and it was a treasure left to her by the previous goddess.It comes from the depths of West Nanda, and it can heal all wounds, so it must also heal her child.She stood up abruptly and looked back, it was already late at night, the cold moonlight seeped into the mourning hall, everything was full of despair and sorrow.She tried her best to open a small false door, and got in with a low body.

When Baili Jueming went to visit the mourning hall again, he found that the door was closed and locked inside, and he couldn't open it no matter how hard he beat.Baili Jueming sent someone to call his elder brother, but his elder brother rushed over, they knocked on the door knocker, but no one answered.

"What's going on?" Bailidu frowned and asked.

The disciples below were all terrified, and said: "Just now the eldest lady closed the door and said that we are not allowed to disturb."

Baili Jueming had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Big lady..." the disciple faltered, and summoned up his courage to say, "It seems that I went somewhere after opening the door. When I came back, my whole body was soaked. I asked the big lady where she was going, and the big lady said...she was going to Bring the little spirit boy back."

Inside the mourning hall, Alanna untied the golden buttons on the body of the little spirit boy, loosened his belt, and opened the skirt, revealing his pale chest.The candle flame flickered restlessly, and the wind blew through the window screen, rolling up the white gauze curtain in the mourning hall.The pale moonlight soaked everything, and everything was cold and heavy.Alanna took a deep breath, raised the dagger, cut open the little spirit boy's left chest, and inserted the six-petal lotus heart into his heart that had stopped beating.The moment the lotus heart was placed inside, countless fiery red meridians densely covered his atrium like a spider web.Alana took out the needle and thread, closed the little soul boy's flesh, and stitched up the wound one by one.His chest was slightly hot and turned red. She was pleasantly surprised to find that Lian Xin was restarting his spiritual power.

Then there is the last step left, Lianxin needs to sacrifice, it needs blood and flesh and blood to provide it with raw materials for repair.

Human blood is the best way to bring the dead back to life.

"Alanna...Alanna..."

She heard distant whispers coming with the wind, and the voice of Senanda, who had left her, returned to her surroundings.

"Stop... Alanna... stop..."

"He's dead, let him go... let him go..."

The candles kept flickering, one after another turned overcast, and the blue light illuminated the eaves. Baochen Mountain was not like a fairy gate, but like a deep underworld.Baili Jueming became more and more uneasy, and picked up a locust tree leaf to wipe his eyelids.Through the window screen, he frightenedly saw many haggard and terrifying ghosts surrounding Alanna and the little spirit boy. The ghosts said something to Alanna. Alanna cut his wrist with a dagger and pointed it at the little spirit boy's chest. into his wound.

"Alanna!" Baili Jueming turned pale with shock.

Bailidu also saw that terrifying scene. The mourning hall was filled with dead bones and fierce souls. These souls had been dead for an unknown amount of time, and even the souls themselves lost their original appearance.Bailidu summoned his disciples to knock on the door, but the door was so solid that no matter how hard he bumped it, he couldn't break it open.Alanna's blood was still flowing, and the ghosts were helpless, crying bitterly.

The little spirit boy was walking aimlessly in the dark, and there was a crackling sound under his feet as if there was water under his feet.He didn't know where to go, the place was dark and cold and boundless.Looking up, there is a white line high above the head, and it seems that there is a brilliant sky leaking from there.A dim red light appeared far, far away, and he subconsciously walked there.The farther forward, the clearer the surrounding scene, the carmine red spread across the water waves, slightly illuminating an area.Only then did he realize that he was not walking alone, there were many, many transparent people pushing forward.

In the depths of the darkness, he saw miraculous gods and spirits, some were happy, some were angry, and some were expressionless. They were huge, hidden in the darkness, with their eyelids lowered together, looking down at the solitary walking of all living beings. .

He followed the crowd and couldn't help being at a loss, where are his father, mother and uncle?where is this

A mother's call sounded behind her: "Ling'er."

He turned around suddenly, but saw nothing.He subconsciously wanted to back up to look for it, but someone grabbed his arm, and when he looked up, it was someone he didn't know.

"Son, you should move on."

"But my mother is calling me."

"Don't listen to the call of strangers. The road of life is to move forward." He pointed to the red light in front of him, and countless souls plunged into it and disappeared without a trace.

"Ling'er, come back." Grandma called him again.

"If I don't go home, my mother will cry." He said helplessly, "My uncle said that a man can't make the woman he loves cry. When I am free next time, I will come to your place to play again."

He shook off his hand and ran back like a gust of wind.All the souls stopped, and all the great spirits turned their faces, watching him leave silently.The little spirit boy suddenly opened his eyes, and the faint yellow candlelight shone into his eyes, and he saw his mother's tearful eyes.There was a bang on the door, and my father and uncle fell in.When everyone saw him, they all looked like they had seen a ghost.He looked around blankly, there was a tent above his head, and there was an incense burner in front of him.Grandmother embraced him, choked with sobs and said: "Ling'er, Grandmother will never leave you again."

Little Lingtong felt that Baochen Mountain had changed, and everyone became weird.The servants and maids avoided him, and the disciples felt as if they were facing an enemy every time they saw him. Even the way my father and uncle looked at him became very strange.He himself had changed, and he found himself going without food all day without feeling hungry.In the past, he liked sweet-scented osmanthus cake and sugar buns the most, but now he has no appetite at all.But his mother came to deliver meals to him every day, and even stared at him to finish the meals.He felt like throwing up and said, "Can I stop eating?"

She shook her head, "How can children grow taller if they don't eat?"

"Didn't you leave? Why are you back?" He looked at the food and worried, he really didn't want to eat.

"Don't worry, Grandma won't leave again." She said with a smile.

Aunt insisted that he eat, her gaze was so intense that the little spirit boy had to stuff the food into his mouth.After she left, he hurried to the washbasin, vomiting dizzily.He suspected that everyone in the family had been bewitched by evil spirits. What should we do? He couldn't save everyone with a hairless child.

He was afraid that his mother would see him vomit out the food and go out with the washbasin to wash it.As soon as I arrived at the corridor, I heard someone whispering from behind the wall: "The great master really wants to raise this ghost boy, right? He thought that the big lady would really come back to life, but he brought a little ghost back, will he eat it?" Us?"

Ghost boy?The little spirit boy was stunned, who are they talking about?

At night, when he sat in front of the mirror, the maid let him loose his hair in a bun.Scattered, the maid's face turned pale, and she didn't dare to move.Although the little spirit boy was puzzled, he didn't make things difficult for her, and said: "You go, I will comb it myself."

The maid ran away in a hurry as if she had been pardoned.He picked up the comb and combed his own hair. When he reached the back of his head, he stopped.Touching back a little bit with his fingers, he felt a deep crack, which was sewn with needles and threads.Appears to be granulating and healing.He realized belatedly that the ghost boy those people were talking about was himself.The mirror reflected the soft smoked window screen behind him, and a dark figure stood outside, staring at him motionlessly.He knew it was his mother, and every night she ran to stare out of his window. He felt terrified at first, but now he is numb.

He climbed into bed by himself and covered himself with the quilt.Turning his head again, he saw the shadow moving and walking slowly.It turns out that death is like this, he thought quietly, he shouldn't have run back, he should have plunged into that beam of red light, is it too late to go now?He suddenly wanted to cry, and then he found that dead people couldn't cry.

Alanna returned to the room and saw Li Yinji sitting in front of her dressing table.

She smiled, "What are you doing here?"

"Poor Alanna," Li Yinji giggled, "They all say you are crazy, and you appear and disappear like a lunatic all day long. If I used to be, I would only laugh at you, but now I feel the same way as you do." She saw With the white cloth wrapped around Alan's wrist, "Your injury still not healed?"

Alan looked at her faintly, but didn't speak.

"Little Lingtong died, Brother Baili got his retribution, and my wish came true. I will leave Baochen Mountain tomorrow. I am here tonight to tell you something, so that you, who have been kept in the dark for eight years, will wake up." Wake up."

"What's the matter?" Alanna asked, "I'm hungry, can I talk later?"

Li Yinji looked down at her makeup box, looked at her rouge, and said, "Alanna, you were deceived by Brother Baili. Both of them are not very good people. You have lived in Baochen Mountain for the past eight years, and you have traveled farther away , that is, a dry town under Baochen Mountain, you don’t even know what’s going on outside. In the year you were pregnant with Xiaolingtong, Baili Jueming led troops to Mingjiu Mountain and set fire to it, and Ma Sang guarded Mingjiu Mountain The entire army of soldiers was annihilated. When you were raising babies on Baochen Mountain, your clansmen who were doing business in the Central Plains were beaten and expelled. Some died, some fled, and the rest were sent back to Masang. Give you a piece of advice, Brother Baili is a liar, a dog thief in human skin, never believe their words."

Alanna didn't reply for a long time, Li Yinji looked up, and saw her eyes were bleeding, blood and tears were falling drop by drop, and thousands of candle lights were condensed.She was still smiling, but her eyes were bleeding.

"You are also a miserable person. Take your ghost son and go away, go far away, and never come back." Li Yinji said.

In the middle of the night, the little spirit boy opened his eyes in a daze, and heard the sound of walking outside the bed curtain.He sat up and opened the curtain. His shoes were lying on the ground, and he always took them off casually.He leaned out to see that his mother was walking back and forth behind the crescent table, whispering as she walked, "Where's the bed? Where's the bed?"

He was frightened for no reason, his right hand trembled slightly, and his hand has been shaking recently.He collected himself, and finally made a sound, and said, "Grandma, what are you doing?"

Grandmother didn't move, and after a while, she approached slowly and said, "I'll sleep with you, there are many bad guys, Ling'er doesn't want to be alone."

In the dim darkness, she remained expressionless.The little spirit boy said hesitantly, "Okay."

He got out of the way, and Amu climbed into bed and slept in it with her back to him.He didn't pull the curtain of the bed, just lay down.He closed his eyes and opened them again after a while, feeling very uneasy in his heart, always feeling that someone was staring at him.He felt a faint look in his eyes, which frightened him.He turned his head, and Amu turned her back to him, her jet-black hair winding like a waterfall.Inexplicably, he felt that gaze came from Aunt's side.

"Mother? Mother?" He called softly.

Grandma was probably asleep and ignored him.He stretched out his hand out of nowhere, and brushed away Grandma's black hair.The moonlight penetrated into the window screen silently like water waves, and he met a stiff smiling face at the back of Amu's head.In this place where there is no possibility of a face, Grandma's face appeared.The face was smiling, eyes narrowed, and asked: "Ling'er, why are you still awake?"

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Pei Zhen frowned and asked, "How could Alanna turn into a ghost?"

"When she sacrificed to Ling'er, her blood drained dry, and we didn't even notice." Baili Xiaoji had hidden pain in his eyes, "Alan is the goddess of Masang, the psychic of Tianyin, who is different from ordinary people. She skipped the death process and became a ghost directly. By the time we found out, it was too late."

The little spirit boy hid in the cabinet and refused to come out.Bailidu was outside with him, feeling bitter.The cabinet was shaking slightly, it was because the little spirit boy was shaking inside.Bailidu knocked lightly on the door of the cupboard, and called softly, "Ling'er, come out, your mother is not here anymore."

After a long time, the muffled voice of the little spirit boy came from inside, "Why did Grandma become like that? Is it because of me?"

Bailidu felt a pain in his heart, forced himself to smile and said, "Silly boy, it has nothing to do with you. Father will definitely find out who killed you. Linger, tell me, did you fall into the well by yourself? Yes Did someone harm you, did you see that person?" His tone was cold, "Is it Li Yinji?"

The cabinet door opened a crack, and Bailidu saw the pale child inside.

He looked at Bailidu with big dark eyes, and said softly: "No one hurt me, father, I won't grow up, you don't want to kill little brother anymore."

Bailidu was stunned, with infinite pain filling his heart, he opened the cabinet door, and embraced the trembling child inside.

"Why do people become ghosts?" The little spirit boy leaned in his arms and asked in a low voice.

"When the dead have unfulfilled wishes, they will stay in the world and become ghosts." Bailidu stroked his soft hair, "Linger, what is your wish?"

"I used to grow up, but now I don't." The little spirit boy said, "Send me away, father, send me to die."

At the same time, Baili Jueming received a report from his disciples that Alan found a half-gnawed corpse in Alan's room. Li Yinji.They sealed Alanna in the room, and Bailidu decided to save the little soul boy.The little soul boy wanted to die, and they discussed that perhaps as long as he held the ritual ceremony and burned the coffin with the true fire of samadhi, he could be liberated.

Bailidu opened up a dojo and placed the coffin on a high platform.Baili Jueming seals Xiaolingtong's three acupoints on the Zenith with silver needles to make him sleep peacefully.In the coffin were honeysuckle, cassia, grass crickets, bamboo toads, and nine chains that the little spirit boy used to play with.If he walks alone, will he be afraid of the dark?Huangquan Road is not long, can someone guide you along the way?Why should children pay for the sins done by adults?Bailidu kissed his forehead and closed the coffin with tears.

The ceremony was ready, and the disciples of the masters of the family sat down under the stage and recited scriptures with their eyes closed.Bailidu ignited a raging flame, and the dry wood under the stage burned one after another.The coffin was quickly covered by flames and black smoke, and the little child sank into a dark and sweet dream.

On the other side, Alan slammed on the door frantically, shouting loudly: "Liar, liar!"

The yellow paper charms pasted on the door shone like gold, and the disciples drew out their swords, all of them terrified.It was a seal made by the great master himself, and Alanna would not be able to open the virtual door inside.Alanna was like a trapped animal, and everyone could hear her panting.Gradually, the door didn't move, and there was no sound inside.The disciples approached the door tentatively and listened closely.

Suddenly, a pale claw broke through the door and grabbed a disciple's throat with ten fingers, like choking a chicken.Alan's knife-sharp nails dug deep into the disciple's throat, and blood spurted out. He hooted and waved his hands, and the blood and soul were absorbed by Alan.Alan's spiritual power was so strong that he broke out of the seal under everyone's terrified eyes.

The tongue of fire was about to lick the small golden lacquer coffin, the earth was suddenly torn apart, countless void doors opened, the space was disrupted and bridged, and many monks sitting squatting screamed and fell into the unknown void.Bailidu and Baili Jueming turned pale with shock, and saw Alanna walk out of a false door and step into the raging flames.She opened the coffin and picked up the sleeping little soul boy.

"Alanna!" Baili Jueming shouted.

"Ling'er..." Alana shed blood and tears, "Grandma will never leave you again."

Holding the little spirit boy in her arms, she walked towards another virtual door through the raging flames.Baili Cassia darted up to the high platform like a swallow, plunged into the flames, and tried its best to reach Alana.He grabbed Alan's hair that was loose like a waterfall, and when Alan turned her head, Nine Deaths slipped out of her big sleeve, and she turned back and swung the knife, cutting off her hair.Baili Jueming fell to the ground holding the length of black hair, and watched Alanna disappear behind the Xumen with the little soul boy.All the virtual doors were closed immediately, and Baochenshan suffered heavy casualties.

"The red silk bracelet..." Pei Zhen said, "You made it yourself."

Mu Zhishen's guess was wrong, it was not Alana who would be a female celebrity, but Baili Jueming himself.He never said anything about his love for Alanna.

"Yeah." Baili Xiaoji looked down at his own reflection, "Just keep it in mind."

"You used to always peck at Master..." Pei Zhen asked again.

"Because that kid beat Alana. Xunwei, no matter what Alana becomes, he will not harm your master." Baili Xiaoji continued to recall, with infinite sadness in his words, "Alana returned to Marsang, never After that, Ling'er was trapped in Yinmu Village for more than two hundred years."

Pei Zhen closed his eyes, feeling a dull pain in his heart.At that time, the little spirit boy was only six years old.

The little spirit boy opened his eyes, and saw a dilapidated wooden hut, with a floor made of narrow red-lacquered wooden strips, creaking under his feet.There was also a black sheathed long knife by his hand, which he recognized as Jiushie.He felt confused, and his father said to send him away, but instead of returning to that dark place, he went to a strange old village.

"Ling'er." He heard his mother's voice.

He turned his head and saw a tall, thin and slender black figure outside the door.

"Mother..." He subconsciously stepped back.

"Don't be afraid," said Alanna, who stuffed a piece of paper into the crack of the door, "here is this map for you. From now on, you can only stay in the hut marked with cinnabar on the map. When you see a red light appear, don't Go out. Grandmother's sanity won't last long, did you hear me?"

"...I heard it." He carefully crawled over and picked up the map.

Footsteps sounded outside the door, and the shadow was getting further and further away.The little spirit boy poked the paper on the window secretly, peeking at the back of his mother through the hole.He was horrified to see that Grandma was slowly descending the single-plank stairs with her back bent and her neck stretched out.Trembling, he gripped the map tightly and retreated into the darkness.He followed the map to find the exit of the village, but no matter how many doors he opened, there was a gloomy and dim hut behind him, and he couldn't figure out the pattern and couldn't escape.

He wants to ask for help, and his father and uncle will definitely come to rescue him.Every time he went to a room, he carved "Help" in a conspicuous place.Sometimes I would meet some thickly dressed ghosts, sitting in wicker chairs, watching him silently.Frightened, he dragged his stiff steps, hurried to the next hut, and engraved "Help" again.When the bright red light appeared, he hid.Hiding like him, there are also those ghosts.I don't know how long it took, but no one came to rescue him, and he finally understood that he couldn't get out.

He gave up.He became irritable, set fire to the village, and laughed to see the ghosts fleeing howling.Just close a door and the flame will go away.He did evil everywhere, forcing the thousand-eyed guards to be his horses.He proclaimed himself the master of Yinmu Village, and used poor ghosts as targets to practice his innate fire skills.He flipped through Marsang's classics and asked the Thousand-Eyed Corpse to translate them for him. He read one, burned one, and smashed everything he could see.He has been imprisoned for too long, he is painful and tyrannical, but he has no courage to face the instigator-his mother.

Until one day when he woke up, he happened to meet the Masang people offering sacrifices.In the distance, on the glazed pagoda, his mother's eyes followed him.He knows he can never escape, and when he tries to leave, the space will change.He crouched behind the fence and watched the Masangs leave.A small black-painted coffin was left in the courtyard, and the skylight shone on the coffin, shining brightly.With a bang, the Marsang closed the gate, and his mother was about to leave the tower.Fear floated in his heart, he must find a place to hide.The Thousand-Eyed Corpse has kept his statue in his safe hut over the years, making it easy to identify.

Just as he was about to leave, the coffin board was pushed open a crack, and a child crawled out holding a small white cloth bundle.As soon as the child looked up, he saw the little spirit boy.

Did the Masang people forget to feed the sacrifices with medicine?The sacrifice actually woke up!

The child was very small, he looked to be five years old, and he didn't seem to understand what was about to happen.His eyes were only on the elder brother with a lotus flower on his forehead on the single-plank stairs, and he grinned at the little soul boy, showing a smile that lacked front teeth.

"Hi brother!" he said.

Little Spirit Boy: "..."

so ugly.

The bright light descended, and the world was blood-red.The child felt extremely novel, and gave a long "wow".

Grandma is coming.

Grandma is coming.

At that moment, the little spirit boy's body reacted faster than his brain.He directly climbed over the fence and jumped down, picked up the ignorant idiot child, climbed up the single-plank ladder in three steps at a time, and rolled into a hut.There is a statue of a villainous boy with teeth and claws in the shrine, and there is nothing wrong with it.He stooped into the wooden cabinet, tightly hugging the child in his arms.

The vajra bell rang, and it was the thousand-eyed corpse who tried to hang it up.The bell will only be vibrated by the yin wind, when the yin energy suddenly increases and the vajra bell rings, it means that the ghost mother is coming.The floor trembled, and he trembled too.If he raised his head a little, he would see a tall, slender figure outside the window screen through the grid holes in the cabinet.The shadow's neck kept stretching, as if it wanted to poke in.He hugged the child tightly in his arms and buried his face in the child's shoulder.The trembling of his right hand could not be stopped, and the fear in his heart engulfed him layer by layer.

Just then, a pair of warm and soft arms wrapped around him.

He raised his head slightly, and saw a pair of eyes that were so frightened that they shed tears, but were still smiling desperately.

"Brother, don't be afraid."