Lord Water God who still hasn't taken medicine today

The small inn building has only four floors, and the materials used are a mix of green bamboo and brick and mud. There is a hall in the middle of the first floor, surrounded by boxes and rooms. From the upstairs, you can see the hall without any obstruction. I don't know how long this small building has been standing here, and it has been dilapidated.

Yu Libai felt something was wrong from the sudden burst of cold air, while Ji Lian, who was not very sensitive to spiritual sense, relied on his high-strength physical fitness to hear the strange noise upstairs.

On the surface, the young man acted as if he was very relieved and not worried about Pei Ji, but he still cared about it in his heart. When he heard the abnormal noise, he directly kicked up the wall, tiptoed, and flew up to the second floor.

He only took a cursory scan to make sure that he didn't see Pei Ji on the second floor, so he went directly to the third floor.

His body movements were so fast that he only started to wonder at this moment... Did that person not keep up?

There was no figure of Yu Libai behind him, let alone a figure, and he didn't even hear the sound of him going up the stairs.

It's been weird ever since.

He muttered in his heart, but he still glanced at the hall on the first floor when he flew up to the third floor.

……and many more?

If Ji Lian hadn't exercised his strong control over his body during the growth process of killing monsters and exorcising demons, he would have almost staggered and fell in mid-air.

The entire hall on the first floor has turned into a phantom, a vast expanse of whiteness, as if shrouded in fog.

Moreover, the strange white mist continued to rise, but in an instant, the second floor where he stayed was also covered by thick white mist, and he could only vaguely see the silhouette.

...What is this... weird place?

It is not that the young man who worked as an exorcist in Fei Leng Cui has never encountered troubles caused by gods and demons. Even because of his profession, the young man has quite a lot of experience in this area, but in the past he had to take over the task from a middleman. He will encounter these things, and within two days after returning to China, he has already been involved in two mysterious incidents that mortals can never touch.

Just using luck doesn't seem to make sense?

Ji Lian's thoughts turned sharply, but his face was still indifferent, as if Mount Tai would not be surprised if it collapsed in front of his eyes the next moment—Of course, it is also possible that young people who grew up abroad don't know what Mount Tai is—he pulled the mountain from his body. He drew out his weapon and sickle, and the jade bell on his chest jingled with his large movements, slashing down fiercely.

Although the place where he usually lives is unusual, a black light flashed on the edge of the scythe, which is just an ordinary scythe on the outside. The blade's energy cut the white mist, and the mist surged from the place he cut to both sides, revealing a pitch black .

Ji Lian, who originally only wanted to rescue Yu Libai and then go to Pei Ji immediately, blinked, the darkness jumped up suddenly, as if he was swallowing it with a big mouth.

Someone's shout came late.

"Wait...don't attack..."

***

"..."

fantasy.

Ji Lian stared at his hand, sure.

The current scene can only be explained by illusion.

He was floating in a pitch-black void, with no light, but he could clearly see his appearance.

So it won't be a blinding spell.

Judging from the current situation, he should not be injured, there is no scar on the outside of the body, and there is no pain in the internal organs. It can be called unscathed. If he can figure out where he is, it will be even more perfect.

He tried to summon the scythe, the weapon that was supposed to be swallowed with him, but got no response.

… Fist and kick should be enough to deal with ordinary dangers, the young man thought silently, taking the first step in this darkness.

Nothing happened.

Darkness is still darkness, and he is still him.

There are two options in front of him, one is to wait in place, and the other is to walk around. Although the hopes of both parties are equally slim, in the end Ji Lian decided to find a way to leave, otherwise no matter whether it is Pei Ji or the other person, it will feel very difficult. Not too reliable.

What's more... the person who created the darkness probably wouldn't want to see himself standing still, he should naturally obey in the early stage, and then... beat that guy up and then kill him, or beat him up and kill him along the way.

So he didn't hesitate at all after seeing a glimmer of light, and walked towards that glimmer of light.

His feet soon touched the existence that should be called the ground, and the true face of the light was also revealed, which was a half-closed door.

Ordinary wooden doors, neither inlaid with gold and jade, nor carved with birds, even the size is ordinary, just like the guest room door of a small hotel in Fei Leng Cui.

It was really the guest room door. Just after Ji Lian had the above association, a brass nameplate was revealed on the blurry door, with [6151] sunken inscription on it.

The brown paint on the entire door was peeling off quite a bit, and there were even many tiny whitish streaks on the surface due to the impact of hard objects.

Conclusion: A well-used wooden door for a hotel room.

After opening the door with a palm-wide gap, a dim candlelight slanted out. When Ji Lian didn't know why he was lingering in front of the door, his own shadow was also stretched in the light.

So familiar, as if I've seen it before.

The young man thought.

He held the cold brass doorknob with his hand, but remained motionless until the icy breath from the doorknob passed through his hands to his limbs and flowed into his internal organs, turning his body into a pile of ice.

"Xiao Lian, what are you doing standing at the door?" A woman's voice suddenly sounded in the room.

Although he hesitated in his heart, as soon as the woman urged him, his body acted subconsciously and walked in the door quickly.

The furnishings in the room really looked like a small hotel, with yellowed and old sheets and quilts, dilapidated bedside tables, a high-back chair, and no other furniture other than that.

Candles were burning in the room, but with a quick glance he could see outside the window leaden rain clouds and foggy glass that was constantly beating with rain.

……this day.Is it raining?

Before he could find an answer to the question, the woman lying on the bed was already waving.

"Come here, Scythe."

Ji Lian, who had turned into the figure of a five or six-year-old child at some point, gave a slight pause and walked to the bedside.

"Come closer, let me take a good look at you."

Ji Lian was silent.

The woman on the bed had a sick face, her long hair was as dry as straw, and the high fever for several days had directly removed the fat under her skin, making the woman look like a skeleton covered in human skin.

Woman, Mrs. Ji who woke up from a coma looked at her son tenderly.

Ji Lian was just dumbfounded.

Did his mother look like this?

Was his mother so gentle?

He couldn't help taking a step back, avoiding the woman's hand that wanted to touch his cheek.

The memory of more than ten years ago is really too far away. He thought he had already forgotten his mother's appearance, but now... the old man's eyes are so clear.

As if still alive, as if still alive.

Even if she becomes a skeleton in human skin, Ji Yunshang's layer of human skin is extremely beautiful, and her sick appearance only makes her change from a strong woman to a lovely and pitiful woman. When she lies on the bed and looks at a person At that time, no one would refuse his request.

So when the woman's eyes were filled with tears, even Ji Lian, who was in a trance, had to rush forward to comfort her.

The boy held her bony hand, feeling the woman's skin felt extra loose in his hand.

The woman cried silently for a while, finally stopped her tears and forced a smile.

"I'm sorry... I've been strict, does Xiaojian hate me?"

Ji Lian didn't answer.

"I'm really not a good mother..." She sighed, and the withered hand of death was already tightly gripping her neck.

For a while, the woman's breathing became weaker and weaker, and her eyes looked at the boy, but she was completely out of focus, as if she was looking at another person.

Someone who looks like a boy.

"I'm so sorry."

The hand held by Ji Lian grabbed him in turn, and the woman burst out with strength that a dying person would never have, pinching out a large bruise on the boy's delicate skin, but Ji Lian didn't say a word.

"I'm so sorry."

"Xiao Lian, what should you do if you stay alone..."

"I can live well by myself." Ji Lian interrupted her

"But……"

"Your ashes are buried in the cemetery of Olog's family. As Orog was once a big vampire family, the free negative energy in the cemetery should be sufficient, which is very good for the dead."

"but……"

"That man, the reason why he didn't go back to China to find you was that he was injured by a master of the Holy See. Although he escaped with his blood physique, he could only sleep in a coffin for seven or eight years. What happened to you and him is very different. Unlucky, so I can't blame him too much."

"The issue is……"

"When my mother died, she only said two sentences. One sentence was that if she died on the way, then the daily rigorous training would be in vain. The other sentence was to bury her in the cemetery of the Olog family. If you want to make that man's house restless, although you acted well, there are too many flaws."

He concluded: "You are completely different from her."

The unknown creature was still weakly lying on the bed, his eyes were full of shock, sadness or something else.

Ji Lian felt that he couldn't distinguish those emotions, but he didn't need to distinguish the other party's emotions.

The young man untied his own bow tie, pulled out the string of the bow tie, and strangled the other party's throat. His movements were skillful and clear, without any mistakes.

Although the sickle is his weapon, he understands that there must always be something else in his hand as a means of attack. It is not the first time that Ji Lian used a bow tie to kill people, and slowly exerted force on his hand. Seeing the woman's veins bulge, Mingxiu's eyes widened. The eyes turned upwards and turned completely white, completely missing that beautiful appearance.

After tens of seconds, the strength of the woman's struggle suddenly relaxed, and her whole body went limp.

died.

He is sure.

His ears and eyes, which are far more sensitive than ordinary people, can hear the woman's resting heartbeat. He retracted the tie expressionlessly, and even tied the tie that had become a murder weapon back around his neck.

But when he raised his eyes, he saw the dead woman's fingers trembling slightly.

"..."

Endless.

His tie was only half tied, and he was hesitant to untie it again or let it go, when a voice that he had become familiar with recently suddenly shouted from far to near.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way! I'm coming!"

A talisman was slapped on the forehead of the female corpse.