Don't suffer the fate of Lao Tzu's family! [Master Ghost Extermination]

I haven't had such a strange dream for a long time.

Bizarre dreams, cold moonlight, a severed head, the blood is drawn in a beautiful arc under the moon, the blood spurts on the ground, the soil smudges with wet traces, and the smell of rust is so pungent , Stimulating every nerve of mine.

A monster that looked like a human but not human roared under the moonlight. The swordsman who cut off the monster's head with his knife did not make a sound from the beginning to the end. After he swung the knife cleanly, the air was divided, and the monster's head fell in response, and the blood didn't even have time to stain it. On the blade.

Indistinctly, it seemed to hear the crowing of crows. The hoarse voice echoed in the empty night, and the rustling of leaves resounded through the forest.

The sound of the wind whizzed past the ears, and the high ponytail of the swordsman who cut off the monster's head was blown up by the wind, and the wide sleeves of the red feathered fabric swelled and swelled after being filled with the wind.

The silver-white moonlight was like running water, the red hair seemed to be plated with a layer of silver, and the sun wheel earrings fluttered up and down between the ears.

I opened my mouth and wanted to call his name, but I couldn't make a sound, so I could only open my mouth and make mouth shapes in vain.

The swordsman under the moonlight suddenly turned his head, and his silent eyes fell into my sight.

I was stunned.

It shouldn't be like this.

It shouldn't be like this.

His eyes should not be so lonely.

Those eyes are quiet, like candles dancing alone on a cold winter night.

You shouldn't be like this!

The picture began to change rapidly. First, the young people in their prime, the sky was covered with snow, and a little red in the center of the world was like a fresh red plum. Behind it was a series of long footprints. Four seasons flow, dead trees sprout in spring, and branches bloom in summer. The leaves are luxuriant and the shade is thick. In autumn, the maple leaves all over the mountains are like fire and blood. After the dead leaves are all gone, the white snow falls.

From the beginning to the end, he was alone, a lonely person. Time kept advancing and the picture kept changing. In the end, he was an old man with white hair on his temples but still tall and straight.

The picture stops at a huge full moon, the moonlight is cold, the red is like the blood splashed on the snow in the twelfth lunar month, it is so huge that it seems to fall from the sky, the ancient eight-storied pagoda stands alone underneath, and the miscanthus is rustling in the dark night fly.

The face of the old man is covered with the gullies left by the years. He is getting old and dying, but his eyes are still as bright as fire and as clear as spring water.

I looked into those eyes and felt sore in my heart.

The head is silver like snow, the old man under the moon is so lonely, he has changed, and he has not changed at all.

There is not a single star in the sky, the starlight is dim tonight, and the shadows of the trees are mottled.

The crimson eyes suddenly looked over, warm as fire, I saw my appearance reflected in the eyes of the aging person.

He is very old, and after being with him all his life, he will be alone and lonely forever. In his life, he is alone.

He stretched out his hand suddenly, his dry fingers stretched out like branches, and touched my cheek, I reached out and grabbed his fingers, the rough feel was like old vines.

Caught off guard, he suddenly laughed, looking like a dying man, but he smiled like a radiant young man.

"I saw you again." He said softly, "I always dream about you recently, and you are still the same as before, nothing has changed."

"But I'm old." He sighed softly, his words were crushed in the night wind, scattered, and returned to nothingness, "Am I going to see you?"

"I miss you so much, Song."

My eyes widened violently, pupils constricted violently.

I can't hold his hand anymore.

The hands are suddenly empty.

The picture continues to move forward, this time it is the eight-storied pagoda under the moon, the ghost with six eyes, and the old man who is dying.

He cried, tears soaked his pupils, flowed out of his eyes, and fell along the contours of his cheeks.

"How sad, ■■■■"

The following words were vague, and I didn't hear clearly.

The next moment, He Dao was pulled out of the scabbard, and the air suddenly became heavy. A heavy and low hiss sounded, and the air was torn apart by the sword energy.

I opened my eyes, the candlestick lamp on the tatami was still on, and the flames in the lamp oil danced and danced.

"You're awake." Yuan Yi's gentle voice sounded, with worry in his eyes, "I won't wake you up no matter what."

I climbed up from Yuanyi's lap, the red feather woven slipped from my shoulders, I subconsciously grabbed the feather woven to prevent it from slipping down.

I stared blankly at Yuanyi's crimson pupils, young face, and the face of an octogenarian in my mind. When I looked back at the face of the person in front of me, the suppressed weight in my heart suddenly disappeared.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

"How long have I been asleep?" I asked.

"Not long." Yuan Yi said, "Sleep a little longer? If you don't feel well, it's fine for my elder brother and me tonight."

I said to myself, what a ghost.

I don't know why, but now I really want to beat Ji Guo Yan Sheng.

hiss--

But I don't want to beat someone for no reason, not to mention that it is my child's father's brother, and I feel that I am unreasonable to beat someone for no reason.

I shook my head and told Yuanyi, "I'll go with you."

Yuanyi wanted to say something, but I interrupted him, "I'm not that fragile."

Don't forget the days when you and our two children sat side by side on the tatami mat and were taught by me.In this small town, "Mr. Enichi's wife in the dojo is an extremely fierce woman" is basically known to everyone.

Seemingly understanding what I meant, Yuan Yi closed his mouth.

Yuan stretched out his hand to pin the hair on the side of my sideburns to behind the ears, and his fingertips landed on my forehead from time to time, and I reached out and grabbed his fingers.

His hands were bigger than mine, and his fingers were longer than mine, and my hands were pitifully small compared to his.

The pulp of my thumb rubbed against Yuanyi's finger, the touch from the pulp was a little rough, but this was a young man's hand, powerful and full of vitality in the prime of life.

I held out Yuanyi's face, and carefully looked at his eyebrows, eyes, nose, mouth, and fingers brushed the skin where the gaze passed from time to time, it was smooth and there were almost no wrinkles.

We were about the same age, we were both parents in our forties.

Time seems to take special care of Yuanyi. He ages slowly. To put it simply, he is an old father with a frozen age. If he is not an acquaintance, 80.00% of them will recognize him as Chaoge. brother.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Song." Yuan Yi held the hand on his face, "Did something happen?"

I shook my head, and the warmth of Yuanyi's heart came from the back of my hand, and I felt a little more at ease.

"I had a bad dream," I said.

Yuan Yi showed a little confused look, "What dream?"

I paused, originally I didn't intend to say more, since the person is still by my side, then the dream is just a dream, and it doesn't make any sense to say something meaningless.

But looking at his puzzled look, I was a little dazed, so the evil factor in my bones was ready to move, I approached his face, and looked at his face without blinking, I have to say, Yuanyi's face is very beautiful , the eyebrows and eyes are also softer among men, and they don't feel sharp and alienated. No wonder it didn't look unsuitable to pretend to be a woman in Huajie back then.

"I dreamed that you became a grandpa." I blinked my eyes and showed a nasty smile, "Grandpa with wrinkles all over his face."

Yuan smiled, like ice and snow melting under the sun in early spring, he held my face in his arms and asked me softly: "Then have you become an old woman?"

I didn't answer him, just smiled, eyebrows and eyes curled up.

"We will grow old together." Yuan Yi said.

I reached out and hugged his neck, buried my face in the socket of his neck, felt the temperature from under the skin, and lightly 'hmm' all over my body.

We will grow old together.

We are destined to grow old, but we will not be alone.

When the sky was covered with deep dark blue, Ji Guo Yan Sheng was already waiting at the door of his house. This man is a warrior who abides by his beliefs. He will not exceed the integrity in his heart, nor will he exceed the rules and etiquette. Wait at the door.

"Brother." Yuan Yi greeted Yan Sheng as usual, "Sorry, we are late."

"It's okay, I just arrived too." Ji Guoyan Sheng said.

I have an intuition that the six-eyed ghost has a special attachment to Yuanyi. When he saw the beginning of Chaoge's first glance, his emotions were disturbed, and he almost wanted to stare at him to death. Chao Ge's face.

Our daughter was born after the tragic death of Oni Wu Tsuji. It is impossible to have contact with ghosts. The only possibility is that what the ghost wants to find is Yuanyi. , and then use simple makeup techniques to modify the facial features, draw a pattern, and change into men's clothing to play Chao Ge's father when he was young, and Yuan Yi who was the same age as her.

When the moon was in the middle of the sky, I stood alone by the river, watching the ups and downs of the river in the river bed, and it hit the grass and trees on the bank for a while. The rainy season makes the moisture in the air increase a lot, and the air changes Get sticky.

The insects that like to chirp in early summer also shut their mouths, and the surroundings are silent, only the sound of the river flowing by.

The six-eyed ghost really found it, but obviously, it wasn't me he was looking for.

The ghost's six eyes flicked around, and finally landed on me, "Where is that girl...?"

I raised my eyebrows, "You are so polite to ask a mother about her child in front of her."

The ghost froze for a moment, "The smell of that girl's flesh and blood... is very similar to that person... who are you... people?"

"I don't know who the 'that person' you are talking about." My tone was cold.

This guy seems to have a strong psychological shadow on Yuan Yi, and he dare not even say Yuan Yi's name.

"You're looking for Yuanyi." The sclera was silently covered with a thick layer of blood red, and the central pupil rotated, and three black hook jades appeared.

The ghost's hand was already on the handle of the knife, and the veins on the back of his hand jumped like a snake.

"who are you?"

The river water slapped heavily on the bank, and the ghost's face in the dark night was extremely hideous.

"Guess." I smiled viciously, and the knife in my hand was drawn out of the scabbard without a sound, and the corner of my eye flicked across the bushes, signaling the people inside not to come out.

hold on.

I told them silently.

I have to figure out where this ghost, which is so similar to Ji Guo Yan Sheng, came from.

The crisp sound that signaled the unsheathing of the knives did not suddenly sound until the blades of the two knives collided together, and the blades of the violent collision trembled slightly because of the increasing strength of the two.

The speed at which this woman draws and swings the knife is astonishingly fast. She is in a completely different state from when she fought him with an umbrella that night. If you really want to describe her, it is when the territory was invaded by outsiders. The taut fur of the beast, with its fangs exposed, was bound to bite off a piece of flesh from the intruder.

The temperature in early summer is gradually rising. Although it is not so hot that it is hopelessly hot due to the rainy season, the temperature is no longer cold.

Why is the clothes on the back soaked in sweat?

The air also became sticky and oppressive, his shoulders were heavy like a weight-bearing rock, and even breathing was so difficult.

This feeling, the night of the blood-red moon, the octogenarian younger brother, the unsheathed knife, the hem of the clothes passing by in sight, the tumbling miscanthus, the bones that were cut into two pieces.

That woman and 'brother' are two completely different people.

The aura of the woman's whole body was extremely cold, like a murderous knife suppressed by a scabbard. After sheathing, the aura that made people feel cold and sharp to the bone was even more obvious.

Younger brother... Younger brother is a person who is favored by all the gods in the sky. The gods gave him incomparable talents and a compassionate heart for all living beings.

It is definitely not comparable to the cold woman in front of me.

But... why, a woman can bring him the same sense of oppression as that day?

Life is threatened, the sense of stiffness from the inside out, from the place where the heart is to the brain, and the anxiety that spreads to the whole body, a feeling that has not been felt in the past hundreds of years.

Unlike the sloppy attitude last night, the woman's state was sharp.

After more than 400 years, that feeling has been absent for a long time, which makes people nostalgic and disgusting.

The naked eye can no longer capture the trajectory of the knife, only the silver arc light flashing by in the dark night, sparks explode on the knife body, disappear and reappear, the sound of rushing water is mixed with the sound of ping-pong swords colliding.

From beginning to end, his sword didn't even touch the corner of the opponent's clothes.

Angry and annoyed, the veins on the exposed skin were bulging, the ghost showed its sharp teeth, and the calmness and calmness collapsed in several confrontations.

The other party just shook the blood off Dao Dao's body, and his blood-red eyes were cold and sharp.

"What's your relationship with Ji Guo Yan Sheng?"

Hearing the name of his human period after a long absence, Ghost was stunned for a moment.

"It's just that I gave up... the name of more than 400 years." said the ghost.

The fool should understand by now.

As soon as the words fell, the ghost saw the silly expression on the face of the woman carrying the knife, and uttered a syllable of 'ha' in a daze.

The author has something to say:

Ge Jiang: Why do I know every word he said, but I can't understand it together?

Yuan Yichan: ...There is something wrong with this ghost.

Yan Shengjiang hiding in the dark:? ? ?

Yan Shengjiang: He is Ji Guo Yan Sheng, who am I?

感谢在2021-06-2012:20:00~2021-08-1010:34:04期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Dad 1;

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Dad 2;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 8 bottles of Yueshu Ziji; fair, 242629885 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!