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035. The Reincarnation of the Starving Ghost

Heiwuchang knelt on the ground, his heart was bleeding.

His scythe...

It is probably true that there is no return.

The more he thought about it, the more sad he became, and Hei Wuchang was so sad that he beat the ground.

After being deducted wages continuously, he is now at a loss.

When Yan Xigu left, Hei Wuchang was in a daze, and the ghost soldiers around him didn't know what to do for a while, and it took a long time before the ghosts came to ask how Hei Wuchang was doing.

It will be a long time before a group of people send Hei Wuchang back to the Palace of the King of Hades.

Hei Wuchang returned to the Hall of the King of Hades, and the surrounding ghost soldiers retreated one after another. In the hall, the King of Hades had a smile on his face, and the judge's face was as black as carbon.

Heiwuchang's soul was seriously damaged by the devouring with a sickle, and he still hasn't come back to his senses. Standing in the hall, he just looked at the angry old judge in a daze.

"Are you sure you're wrong?" the judge asked with a dark face.

Hei Wuchang nodded, knowing his mistake, but after nodding, he shook his head again, obviously he hadn't figured out the situation yet.

As for the reason for the judge's old man's dark face, Hei Wuchang made a guess, but he couldn't figure out what it was because of.Because he made too many mistakes, the first mistake was to agree to help Xiaobai deal with Yan Xigu.The second mistake was because he took Yan Xigu into the underworld.The third mistake was still related to Yan Xigu, so he shouldn't have softened his heart and agreed to bring the little Taoist priest to Yan Xigu.The fourth mistake was also because of Yan Xi Gu He, he shouldn't have touched the sickle.

Taking the sickle was sealed by the King of Hades himself when he promised to be Heiwuchang in the underworld, and he had broken the rules by taking out the sickle without authorization.

Not to mention breaking the rules, he couldn't control the sickle after he took it out, but was swallowed by the sickle, swallowing many hell ghost soldiers.Now Yan Xigu ran away again because of his trouble...

Hei Wuchang swallowed his saliva, and looked at the black-faced judge timidly.

"You took out your demon weapon privately, and broke the rules of the underworld, causing countless deaths and injuries to the ghost soldiers of the underworld, what should you do?" The judge asked sharply.

Hei Wuchang heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the judge's questioning, and his head, which was sweating from the pain, also felt a little relieved.

The judge didn't seem to notice Yan Xigu's affairs with them.

It's good if you don't find it.

Hei Wuchang exhaled silently, while thinking about how to answer the judge's old man's question.

Yan Wangye was still smiling beside him, with a childish face on his face, looking at him with a funny expression, which made his scalp tingle.

But after so many hundreds of years, he has become accustomed to it.Because every time I see these two people, they always look like this.

Hei Wuchang cupped his fists respectfully at the judge, and then replied: "This subordinate knows his mistake."

"Know your mistake?" The judge heard this, with veins popping out of his forehead, he shouted angrily: "What's the use of knowing your mistake now? Everyone has already run away, and it's useless to say anything now, if it's not because of you making such a fuss If you come out, the person has been caught long ago. Now you let people escape, where will we put our face in the underworld? What will those bad-mouthed people in the Three Realms say about us?"

Hei Wuchang broke out in a cold sweat, but Lord Yan said with a smile: "Don't be angry, don't be angry, what's there to be angry about, isn't it just a few mortals who escaped? Didn't all the books of life and death be snatched back? The books of life and death are in the hands of outsiders." , what else is scary."

Hades originally intended to appease the old judge, but he didn't want the old judge's face to darken as he talked more and more. After he finished speaking, the old judge standing beside him twitched his eyes with anger.

His fists were clenched, and he wished he could knock Lord Yan on the head to see if Lord Yan's brain was broken.

Or is it that his mind is always empty, and he didn't pretend to be anything.

"Is that right? Why don't you go and catch him again? Why are you angry?" King Yan smiled even more happily when he saw this.

The judge took a step forward and clenched the judge's pen tightly in his hand, but because of his identity as Lord Yan and the presence of other people besides the two, he just stored all his anger in his heart and didn't express it. .

But also because of this, the judge's entire face was contorted with anger.

Distorted inhuman form.

Hei Wuchang couldn't bear to take another look.

"Forget it, forget it, go down, we'll talk about it later." Yan Wangye ignored the judge's distorted expression, and said to Hei Wuchang with a smile, and finally he did not forget to confess: "By the way, I heard that I will be with you My partner Bai Wuchang was also injured this time, by that mortal named Yan Xigu, you two should not go on missions these days, and take a good rest in the underworld."

After saying this, Lord Yan stood up, patted his buttocks, turned around and wanted to leave.

How could the old judge, who was already very angry, be able to bear this anger?Jump now!

"Stop!!" The old man judge roared, he chased after him with a judge pen, endlessly blaming Hades for his confession to Hei Wuchang and Hades for being irresponsible, the face of the underworld has made these guys lose their face up.

The King of Hades, who was leaving, said something casually, which made the old judge roar.

Listening to the conversation between the two people who were gradually going away, Hei Wuchang felt that the clothes behind him were wet with cold sweat.

When those two people walked away, Hei Wuchang immediately sat down on the ground with no image, panting.

The erosion of the sickle brought him not only dizziness, but also physical weakness and exhaustion.He obviously only said a few words, but he was too tired to understand clearly.This kind of weakness, and the kind of weakness that comes from the soul and the pain that hurts deep in the soul, can only be experienced by being a ghost.

Leaving the Palace of the King of Hell, Heiwuchang walked towards the place where he and Xiaobai lived with difficulty, like a snail.

After finally returning to the place where he lived, Hei Wuchang was so tired that he was covered in sweat.Back in the room, Hei Wuchang lay down on the ground without any image.

Just laying down, a person appeared next to him, Hei Wuchang guessed who it was without raising his eyes, "Xiaobai, are you still alive?" Hei Wuchang said this with emotion, after all, he just experienced life and death twice At this critical moment, it is already a miracle that he is still alive and lying on the ground.

"What's the matter with you?" Xiaobai, who became a ghost, is much more sensitive than Hei Wuchang in terms of perception. He can only see the situation of Hei Wuchang at a glance. The damage to the soul is already considered a serious injury. , Usually Impermanence will not suffer this kind of harm.

Although Xiaobai was injured by Yan Xigu several times, and was bitten just now, but in the end, he was only physically injured, which was much lighter than Heiwuchang's soul injury.

"I was tortured by that bastard Yan Xigu. After this time, I don't want to see that starving ghost reincarnated again." Hei Wuchang closed his eyes, and he didn't want to see anything related to Yan Xigu again. thing.

"Yan Xigu left?" Xiaobai asked after being silent for a while.

But Hei Wuchang didn't answer his question, because Hei Wuchang lying on the ground had already passed out, his soul was damaged, his spirit was not good, and he had no strength.

Xiaobai poked Hei Wuchang with his foot, but after getting no response from Hei Wuchang, he silently bent down and held Hei Wuchang's feet, dragging Hei Wuchang back to his own room with difficulty.Throwing the person on the bed and covering him with the quilt, Xiaobai didn't leave immediately, but stood in front of Heiwuchang and became dazed.

He knew what happened to Heiwuchang, and everyone in the underworld knew about it at that time, but what outsiders said they didn't know was that when Heiwuchang had an accident, Xiaobai's life was not peaceful.

When the demon sword possessed by Heiwuchang went berserk, something abnormal appeared around Xiaobai.

An invisible thing surrounded it, forming a powerful force. That thing came from nowhere, but its purpose seemed to be to get into his body.

Xiaobai desperately resisted, but couldn't make up his mind.

On the contrary, at the moment when he was bound by that power, he saw many memories that did not belong to him.

Those things are related to Hei Wuchang and himself, but they definitely do not belong to his memory in this life.Those things, in the hundreds of years since he had memories, the events composed of fragmented memory fragments have never happened, and they are not real memories.

But those memories...

Xiaobai stared blankly at Heiwuchang who was sleeping in front of him like a dead pig. Are those memories really just shadows?

On the other side, Yan Xigu took the little Taoist priest out of the underworld, forcibly broke the knot between the human world and the underworld with the powerful death aura, and left the underworld.

Back in the human world, Hei Wuchang put the little Taoist priest down, and the little Taoist priest with a black spell on his forehead looked at Yan Xi foolishly and couldn't recover for a long while.

The place they came back to happened to be the cemetery in the wilderness where they went to hell before.

Yan Xigu spent a lot of dead energy, which made him feel uncomfortable for a while, and the feeling of emptiness that had been gouged out made Yan Xigu squish his mouth, very upset.

But Yan Xigu quickly changed his mind, because his consumed dead energy was being continuously absorbed by the sickle in his hand, and the surrounding dead energy was transmitted to his body through the sickle to make up for the vacancy in his body.

Satisfied with the gradual abundance of dead energy inside his body, Yan Xigu smiled until his mouth crooked.

The little Taoist came to his senses, he propped up the talisman on his forehead with his right hand and stood in front of Yan Xigu, he widened his eyes and said to Yan Xigu, "This seems to be the tomb we left before?"

"It's right here, we're back." Yan Xigu was careless, his attention was taken away by the sickle again.

Everything around him became non-existent, even the funny little Taoist priest with a talisman on his forehead.

The little Taoist hadn't noticed his funnyness yet, and he was looking around intently at the moment.

It was midnight when they came back, and the surroundings were pitch black, except for sporadic starlight from the sky, making the cemetery even more eerie.

I don't know if it's because Hei Wuchang and Bai Wuchang have been here before, but the dead air around here is quite heavy.This gave Yan Xigu and the sickle a full meal.

"Yan Xigu, where are we going now?" The little Taoist asked while holding the talisman on his forehead.

Yan Xigu finally found time to glance at him, and said, "You can take that thing down, it's useless to post it now."

The little Taoist was stunned for a while before he realized what Yan Xigu was talking about. He immediately reached out to take it, but he took it cautiously.When he took down the talisman paper, Yan Xigu stretched out his hand to take it, but the little Taoist avoided his action. He put away the talisman paper, folded it carefully and hid it in his bosom for treasure.

Yan Xigu raised his eyebrows and looked at him, but the little Taoist said a little shyly: "This is the first thing I got from you, and I have never seen it before. I want to stay and study it." The little Taoist dared not Looking at Yan Xigu's eyes, he was just covering his chest where the talisman paper was placed.

Yan Xigu didn't respond, and acquiesced to the little Taoist's actions.

036. From endless appetite

After the little Taoist priest took off the talisman paper, the two stayed in the cemetery for a while, then left the cemetery and walked towards the town.

Because it was getting late, neither of the two of them met a living person on the road.

Looking at the town with no lights in the distance, the little Taoist stopped involuntarily. He took a deep breath, smelled the cold morning light in the air, and became excited, "Yan Xigu, look There." The little Taoist pointed to the sleeping town in the distance for Yan Xi to look at.

Yan Xigu glanced at the town in the morning mist, but didn't find anything that could excite him.

"Don't you think it's very comfortable? The whole town is in deep sleep." The little Taoist grew up in the mountains, and his whole childhood was immersed in practicing Taoism, so the ghosts he saw were worse than seeing ghosts. There are many towns.It was the first time for the little Taoist to see such a town.

"Hurry up." Yan Xigu didn't stop, he kept walking.Not long after, the little Taoist priest had already been left far behind by him.

Seeing this, the little Taoist quickly trotted to keep up with Yan Xigu, making a lot of noise all the way, and he didn't calm down until he entered the town.

Yan Xigu didn't have the leisurely wandering like a little Taoist priest, and walked directly to his home when he entered the town.

Leaping over the wall into the courtyard without a sound, Yan Xigu went to Yan Mu's room to take a look, and found that Yan Mu was already asleep, so he closed the door and came out.

The moon has not yet faded, half hung in the sky, illuminating most of the yard.

Let the firewood piled up in the corner of the yard be illuminated, as if sprinkled with a layer of silver frost.

"You can stay in the room you lived in before tonight." Yan Xigu went back to his room after saying this, and closed the door behind his back, leaving the little Taoist priest alone in the yard.

Back in the room, Yan Xigu immediately pulled out the black sickle sealed in his arm and began to study it.

Holding a sickle is different from the sickle formed by the condensed dead energy. Although it is also formed by the condensed dead energy, it actually has no entity, but a mass of dead energy.

It is not only dead energy, but also a group of dead energy that is constantly condensing and absorbing the surrounding dead energy.

If it was just like this, Yan Xigu might not have been staring at him all the time. The reason why Yan Xigu could see his home from the moment he got it was because Yan Xigu felt a spontaneous sense of familiarity with it!

From the moment he touched the scythe for the first time, Yan Xigu felt that sense of familiarity, as if he needed death energy, a natural sense of familiarity.

Yan Xigu is not from this world, so it is impossible for him to feel familiar with anything in this world, but why does this scythe make him feel this way?Is it just because the opponent is condensed with death energy?

No, it's impossible, absolutely impossible!

His paranoia towards death comes entirely from his endless appetite, and has nothing to do with Lao Shizi's familiarity.Yan Xigu was not sure about other things, but Yan Xigu was sure about this.

But if it wasn't because of the dead air that gave him the illusion of familiarity, then what made him feel familiar?

Yan Xigu couldn't figure it out, so he kept thinking.

And besides that, there was one more thing that Yan Xigu was also very concerned about.

When Heiwuchang came into contact with this scythe in hell, the sickle tried to swallow Heiwuchang's reason, tried to occupy his body, and made Heiwuchang fall into the illusion of nothingness.

At that time, Yan Xigu was ready to "rob" according to the agreement, and he was also mentally prepared to be swallowed by the powerful power of the sickle, but when he came into contact with the sickle, he did not receive any attack or resistance.

The moment I touched the sickle, what came from the handle of the sickle was not any discomfort, but a familiar feeling and a long-lost joy...

The sickle is very powerful, and it is not surprising to have its own mind, but these feelings from that mind are because of the mind itself or...

Flipping the scythe in his hand, Yan Xigu was a little thankful. Fortunately, he had already eaten before, otherwise the strong death energy on the scythe would probably tempt him so much that he couldn't help but move his mouth!

Yan Xigu stared at the scythe in front of him in a daze. He no longer needed to rest to recover his physical strength, so he didn't take sleep seriously at all.

In the yard, the little Taoist watched Yan Xigu leave, and he was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses.

Seeing Yan Xigu's closed door, the little Taoist returned to his room with some disappointment. The layout of the room was still the same as when he left, but the little Taoist didn't have the slightest intention of sleeping.

Like Yan Xigu, he took out something from his pocket and began to study it in front of his eyes.

Little Taoist priests can't be considered talented, they can only be regarded as mediocre at best.Although he has three masters who have taught him personally for more than ten years, his Taoism has always been at a half-baked level.

For this kind of thing, the little Taoist priest has always been casual, and his masters are similar, and no one has been forcing him to learn more.

In the past, the little Taoist thought it was good, but ever since he met Yan Xigu, the little Taoist always felt that it was not enough.

He began to work hard, but he tried to understand the world that Yan Xigu knew about him but knew nothing about. He returned to the Taoist temple and worked hard for three months, but when he looked back, he found that all his efforts were in vain.Because of Yan Xigu's world, he still couldn't get into it at all.

Among the Taoism, there are Taoism that makes people hide their body shape, some Taoism that makes people hide their breath, and some Taoism that makes people forget, but little Taoist priests have never heard of making impermanence and ghost soldiers unable to feel it. Popular Taoism!

When he went to the wild cemetery before, Yan Xigu pasted a piece of paper on his forehead. The little Taoist priest watched Yan Xigu make that piece of paper, but it was just a simple spell that made him stay in the underworld for so long Time is not discovered by ghost soldiers and impermanence.

To such an appalling level, the little Taoist believed that even if his three masters combined, they might not have this kind of ability.

But Yan Xigu just waved his hand...

The more he thought about it, the more depressed he became, the little Taoist simply lay on his back on the bed.

He pasted the black talisman paper that Yan Xigu had pasted on his forehead before, feeling the strength of the talisman paper trembling slightly with his breathing when he breathed.

The little Taoist lay motionless on the bed, staring straight at the curtain with his eyes wide open.

After sticking the talisman paper for a while, the talisman paper made his nose itch when he breathed, so he tore off the talisman paper again, looked at it, rubbed his nose, and pasted it on again.

After doing this two or three times, the little Taoist remained in a daze alone.

After this incident, the little Taoist priest understood a truth, Yan Xigu's ability may not be able to catch up in his whole life.

He sighed silently, and the breath he exhaled made the end of the talisman paper slightly swing in the air.

The motionless little Taoist suddenly raised his hand, looking at the palm of his hand, the little Taoist was still absent-minded.

Through the palm of his hand, a memory flashed in the little Taoist's mind.

A memory that has nothing to do with him and makes him feel strange.

When he was in hell, Yan Xi ignored his persuasion to snatch the sickle from Hei Wuchang's hand. At that moment, the surroundings were filled with death, making him unable to move at all. It was also at that time that this memory and some scattered memory fragments broke into out of his mind.

It's just that he was worried about Yan Xigu's situation at that time, so he didn't pay attention to these things at all, and rushed to Yan Xigu's dizzy head to check Yan Xigu's situation, and he was relieved after making sure that Yan Xigu was fine.The ups and downs of emotions made him completely forget about it.

It wasn't until he returned to the human world and saw the familiar environment that the little Taoist remembered it again.

Until now, it was the first time that the little Taoist priest had the opportunity to examine that memory carefully.

To say it is a memory, it is better to say it is a picture and some sporadic fragments that broke into his mind somehow.

In those fragmentary pictures, he saw Yan Xigu.

He has been following Yan Xigu from the perspective of a person, watching Yan Xigu doing many daily things, eating and sleeping, talking and laughing, and occasionally talking to him, but that memory does not There was no sound, so he could only watch him laughing at himself and talking to himself, but he couldn't hear what the other party said, and what 'self' answered.

And in that memory, the two things in that scene had the deepest impact on Xiaodao, one was Yan Xigu, and the other was the scenery that obviously belonged to hell alone.

Large tracts of Bana flowers, as bright red as snow, are everywhere.

Yan Xigu said something to him in a room, and then he followed Yan Xigu to the outside of the house, walked through a long corridor, and came to a very remote and quiet gazebo.

There is water around the gazebo, and on the other side of the water are large expanses of Bianhua flowers that are always blooming and have only flowers but no leaves.

After entering the gazebo, Yan Xigu skillfully found a place to sit in the gazebo, then lay on the railing of the gazebo and said these things.

Outside the gazebo, Yan Xigu's reflection was reflected on the water.

He couldn't hear what Yan Xigu said, but could only see Yan Xigu's smiling profile on the water outside the pavilion.

The memory came to an abrupt end.

The little Taoist was breathing, and the spell covering his nose was gently raised and lowered...

He tried to comprehend that memory again and again, trying to guess what Yan Xigu said to be so happy, but he still couldn't make up his mind, and the result of trying again and again was that his head began to twitch. pain.

After tossing for a long time without any rules to follow, the little Taoist priest began to toss again with the Taoist talisman Yan Xigu gave him.

In another room just separated by a wall, Yan Xigu finally moved his eyes away from the scythe. He looked at the wall blankly, as if he saw the movement of the little Taoist priest through the wall.

That piece of talisman paper was a spell drawn by Yan Xigu using the powerful dead energy to condense into a line. It has the function of using the powerful dead energy to cover up human aura and swallow up vitality.

Before taking the little Taoist priests to hell, it was used as a last resort.

Because the thing has a strong dead air, if it stays by your side for too long, it will make the prisoner stand up. After returning, Yan Xigu thought about taking it back and destroying it, but was snatched away by the little Taoist. I didn't expect this guy After taking away the talisman, let me stick it on my forehead if I have nothing to do.

Yan Xigu, who has a keen sense, can feel the existence of the little Taoist priest for a while, and he is already 'dead' for a while.

He felt that the scythe in his hand fluctuated with his emotions, matched with his dissatisfaction, and exuded a strong sense of death.Yan Xigu instantly developed a little liking for this spare food.

I just hope that this love will not hinder him from eating it in the future.