technical type

Well, what Master said makes sense.

Humans always have some fantasies. Even in a desperate situation, they all want to survive the desperate situation. When it is not a desperate situation, it is easy to think of good things, plus a certain amount of rebellious psychology.

That night, Ji Mo had a dream. The dream was chaotic. It seemed that something was calling him. It was not a warm feeling, but a cold feeling, but this kind of coldness was not scary, as if there was still dripping water The sound and the rustle of something moving.

When I wake up in the morning, I can't remember everything in the dream, that's the feeling, it's confusing.

Ji Mo is a person who rarely dreams.

And dreams, in the knowledge he has learned in the past, have a different interpretation. If it is a witch, the dream may be a reflection of reality. If it is an astrologer, the dream may also be a prediction of the future .

Whether it is reflection or prediction, it is obvious that they are trying to convey to people something that they should not be able to know at this level, maybe it is knowledge, maybe it is secret, maybe it is...

"Sleep more for a while, and it will be cloudy at night."

Qin Jiuyin said this after lunch, and Ji Mo felt a little pleasantly surprised. He had long been looking forward to getting out of the cloud. What, without the knowledge of optical theory, is like looking up at a high mountain, which is really itchy.

"Great, master, don't worry, I will be very energetic."

This guarantees that at night, the ancient people's work and rest were very regular, and they slept less late at night, and there were fewer children, so it was difficult to persist.

"Only you are positive."

Qin Jiuyin tapped Ji Mo's head lightly, and then looked at the quietness aside, he couldn't tell what she was thinking at all, let alone expect her to express her opinion.

If there was only one disciple like Jing Jing, Qin Jiuyin might ask more about the other party's attitude, but since there are two, the one who doesn't deny it can only be her acquiescence, so there is nothing to ask.

Quiet, who didn't feel that she was neglected, breathed a sigh of relief after Qin Jiuyin looked away. She was very afraid of Qin Jiuyin. Even in the current situation, Qin Jiuyin treated her well, at least better than The previous family was good, but this kind of fear was groundless. If possible, she didn't want to learn some tricks, but...she had no choice.

The little hands hidden in the sleeves shook, An Jing has not been wearing clothes that fit so far, even if she has a personal appearance, it may not be good enough for her.

When he woke up in the afternoon, Ji Mo slept soundly. After dinner, he began to look forward to the dark, and then he looked forward to the late night. Finally, in the middle of the night, Qin Jiuyin called him and Jingjing to the hall to burn incense. Suppressing the excitement and tension in his heart, he honestly went to plug in the incense burner.

The altar table was a bit high, and the incense burner was also a bit high, and Ji Mo stepped on a stool to insert the incense.

The brazier was placed in front of the altar, and Qin Jiuyin distributed the paper money to each of them, and the three masters and apprentices burned the paper money around the brazier.

The handfuls of paper money were burned to ashes, and in the flames, there seemed to be small black swirls formed. Qin Jiuyin kept chanting, probably a spell, but he didn't mean to teach the two disciples.

Ji Mo tried hard to memorize those vague syllables, thinking how long it would take to really learn such a technique.

The trance came suddenly, and the next moment Ji Mo realized that his soul had left his body.

Is it that fast?

Ji Mo looked back in surprise, thinking that he could see his own body, but in the end all he saw was the burning fire, and the scenery in the sun seemed to be covered with a layer of gray, the depth and light of which could not be distinguished for a while. Where is your physical body?

The sky seemed to be raining paper money, not many, but the atmosphere was like a funeral procession, full of gloom.

In the blur, it seemed that something was attracted by these paper money, and gradually moved closer, and these flying paper money disappeared before they hit the ground. I don't know whether they were picked up or swallowed by this gray space.

This is completely different from the imaginary underworld, there is not even an understandable path.

"Don't look around!"

Qin Jiuyin's voice seemed to have changed its tone. I don't know if it was because the medium of sound transmission changed, but it always sounded gloomy.

Ji Mo turned around, only to realize that he was being held by Qin Jiuyin, and Jing Jing was the same. Qin Jiuyin dragged one of them with each hand, and led them inside.

The whole space seems to be dark gray, with no distinction between up, down, left, and right, and I don't know if Qin Jiuyin is walking forward. Anyway, the speed is extremely fast, and those flashing grays seem to have never changed. In the blink of an eye, Qin Jiuyin There is an extra child in her arms.

Blue and black skin, small body, clearly looks like a little baby, when grinning, the exposed teeth are pointed, the fangs are the size of rice grains, full of mouthfuls, it looks like a human figure A monster with a tail.

Oh, maybe a remnant of umbilical cord?

In short, it looked terrible.

Quiet was trembling, she was so frightened that she didn't dare to look at Qin Jiuyin, her hands were stiff, Qin Jiuyin didn't look at her, instead he gave her and Ji Mo each a red thread, let them tie it on their wrists, and then used their own Hold it firmly.

"I'll wait for you here."

As Qin Jiuyin said this, there seemed to be some ghosts around her, and she couldn't see clearly, as if they were blurred with snowflakes.

"After finding their respective yin fate, tie the thread and it will be convenient to come back later."

Jing Jing really didn't want to stay by Qin Jiuyin's side for a moment. When she heard her speak, she tugged on the red thread, regardless of whether it was fastened or not, and just floated away.

It's really floating.

Ji Mo could see clearly that there was no sense of solidity under her feet, just like the female ghosts floating around in many film and television dramas, she was out of sight for a moment.

I don't know what kind of material the red thread is made of. Anyway, I can't see where the end of the thread is here. I don't know if she can find it later.

How can you be sure that you can return to your physical body safely when you go to hell for the first time?

"Master, where can I find it?"

Ji Mo was a little puzzled, and somewhat uneasy about such on-site teaching.

Qin Jiuyin freed up one hand to hold the baby in her arms, with a rare maternal tenderness on her expression, she didn't see the monster-like ugliness of the child at all, she just thought it was the best one, even if it was usually He has a bit of love for Ji Mo, and he has no time to be distracted right now, he waved his hands without raising his head, as if impatient: "Just go according to your feeling, why are there so many nonsense?"

"Master, how can I come back later?"

Ji Mo is still asking, he doesn't know the cause and effect, he acts without thinking clearly, he is not so reckless.

Qin Jiuyin was already very impatient, and scolded: "If you can come back, you can go back, if you don't come back, you will die here, saving food from being wasted."

These words are really chilling. Even if Ji Mo knows that Qin Jiuyin has such a personality, he will always speak unscrupulously when he is impatient, but hearing her say this, and seeing her loving appearance hugging that little monster, I just feel a little uncomfortable.

For a long time, although many masters did not treat him like a jewel or a treasure, there were few like Qin Jiuyin. Could it be that his usual performance is not good enough?

In the past few years, there is no accumulation of love at all?

Ji Mo, who has been working hard to win the favor of the other party, can't help feeling tired.

Before he could ask any more questions, there seemed to be a thrust from his back, and he was pushed away directly at once.

Ji Mo subconsciously grasped the red thread tightly. At one end of the red thread, he had already firmly tied it to his wrist. Even so, he still felt that it was not safe enough.

The thrust is not strong, but people can't bear it. People seem to have no weight in this gray space, and they go away in an instant. If Ji Mo looks back, he can't see Qin Jiuyin's shadow anymore.

As he was far away, he felt that there were ghosts and monsters everywhere, countless pairs of eyes were staring at him, sizing him up carefully, as if wondering where to start.

Faintly, there were still intermittent whispers, which sounded incomplete, not like the language of the world, but the nonsense of the underworld.

But if you look closely, you can't see anything from your side, as if it has always been the same color.

Ji Mo didn't dare to take a closer look. He still remembered that Qin Jiuyin said that he was not allowed to look indiscriminately. So, how to find Yin Yuan?By feeling?

He can't tell the time here, but he has a sense of urgency, it can't be too long, it must be fast, otherwise, who knows if he will lose his body if he returns late.

The more anxious you are, the more you turn around, until you are suddenly stopped.

"Brother, brother, is that you? Are you here? Why are you here too?"

It is said that when you hear a ghost scream, don't turn your head, but Ji Mo couldn't think of it at this time. Turning around and looking, the woman who called him had already walked over. Compared with the gray ghosts, her outline was much clearer, she was a person His appearance looks a little...familiar.

Ji Mo's brains turned sharply. Is it hard to guess who can call himself like this and who is in the underworld?

"……elder sister?"

He seemed to be too timid to admit that he was close to home, the woman came closer, and Ji Mo couldn't help but pull him, but when he pulled her hand, he was startled, "Are you not dead? Lihun? Go back quickly." , don't stay here, it's not good to stay alive for a long time..."

The woman's face was anxious, urging, and looked around anxiously, as if she wanted to send him back.

Seeing this, Ji Mo felt relieved, no matter how he was born, the current sister still cares about and loves him, and has not changed because of the separation of yin and yang. In this way, the self who was on guard just now is more like a villain.

A little bit guilty, Ji Mo smiled and explained to the woman why he came here, and when he heard that he was learning "Yinjutsu", the woman didn't have much joy on her face, but said bitterly: "I knew it, they wouldn't treat you Hello, how could they, how could they treat you like this! You are the son of the eldest son! You are the first son of the father, and you are the eldest son of the eldest son, how can, how can you learn such ghostly tricks!"

"...I think it's pretty good too." Ji Mo weakly defended, compared to being killed, this is not bad.

"Slap." A slap came over, it didn't hurt, but it made people stunned, "How could you do this! You, you——you know that you are the son of a scholar, and you will also be a high official in the future!"

Emma, ​​this gap... Ji Mo nodded in confusion. He thought he came from an ordinary wealthy family, so he was from an imperial examination family?From scholars to civilians, the gap is a bit big.