Why is the heartthrob protagonist like that?

The red sky, the woods that are as dry as rotten branches, the corpse crows tearing and hoarse cries from time to time, the gray-white thick fog spreads from the depths of the dry forest, occasionally mixed with a trace of scarlet, like a beast that chooses to eat people, All vitality ceases to exist here.

In the dark and damp cave, the unkempt and thin old man was wearing a tattered and dirty Taoist robe, sitting on a stone bench, his yellow eyes glanced at the twitching and screaming boy who fell on the ground, and said to the person standing in the shadow, "Take He throws it out."

The man almost merged with the surrounding darkness, motionless, even his breathing was undetectable, only after hearing the old Taoist's words did he react a little, his steps were very light, he bent down and grabbed the skirt of the boy whose life and death were unknown, People carried it out.

Walking out of the cave, walking down the rough stone steps, the dark red soil is wet and soft, and countless bone remains are piled up.

"I...I'm going to die." The boy was about nine or ten years old, his whole body's skin seemed to have been eaten by insects and ants, with pits and holes, his whole body was limp, like a broken doll, only his eyes were clear and bright.

He struggled to open his eyes, angry like gossamer, the muscles on his face twitched, as if he wanted to laugh, his childish voice was hoarse, "Brother, I... I'm afraid of pain, please bury me, don't let the crows bite me... okay."

The dark red liquid seeped out of the soil climbed onto the fair and delicate ankles of the young man. The extreme white and red outlined the decadent and decadent colors. Hearing this, he paused slightly. Cool, "Okay."

With the bone as the shovel and the blood and soil as the tomb, after the young man turned around, several corpse crows with pitch-black feathers and blood-red pupils landed on the small grave, turning their heads, as if looking for the location of fresh flesh and blood.

"Why are you moving so slowly!" The poisonous Taoist turned his back to him, pinching the head of a long white snake with his left hand, holding a blue porcelain bottle with his right hand, pouring the contents into the wooden barrel, and the liquid in the wooden barrel instantly became Viscous, "Come in and soak."

The young man took off his clothes like a puppet on a string, and sat in the barrel. This action seemed to have been done a thousand times. When the snake was put in, the viscous liquid began to boil, and the heart-wrenching pain spread to the limbs Baike, but the young man doesn't seem to know the pain, and is as quiet as a jade statue.

"It's going to be sixteen soon, this is a garden of incense—" The poisonous Taoist stroked his shaggy beard, his eyes were wildly excited. The young man's stunningly beautiful and thick face makes him salivate, if he uses it himself, it seems to be good?

The dirty and sticky gaze was as real as it was, gliding across the young man's slender jade body, and finally slowly stretched out his dead branch-like hand.

……

"Ayue, Ayue, are you alright?" Zhou Yuyue's anxious and worried voice came from far and near, Zhou Yuyue suddenly opened his eyes, and his black pupils reflected a handsome Kongwu face with dark complexion and a pair of twisted eyes on top of his head. The sandalwood pointed horns of the sheep's horns.

"Thank you, Your Highness, for your concern. I'm fine, I just had a dream." Zhou Yuyue lifted the quilt and was fully dressed, disappointing the eldest prince of the Demon Race who was secretly hiding his thoughts—Mo Moda.

"Oh, the boat is about to reach the shore. I called you several times. I came in only when there was no movement inside. I'm sorry." The black, strong and brave Prince scratched his horn, looking a little naive.

"It's okay, your Yi Rong Pill has expired, here it is." The boy's white and slender palm spread out, his fingertips were slightly flushed, and his nails were neat and round.

There was an imperceptible blush on the dark cheeks of the eldest prince. He picked up the small brown pill and threw it into his mouth. His Adam's apple moved slightly and he swallowed it. The magic horn disappeared, and his skin color and facial features changed.

Zhou Yuyue took out a disguise pill with the other hand and swallowed it, "Let's go, Your Highness."

……

There is an unspoken rule among the various sects in the world of cultivating immortals - not flying with swords in the world of mortals.

Wen Chuyi and the others rode their swords all the way through the uninhabited barren mountains, and finally arrived near the capital after half a month. As for why they didn't use the teleportation scroll, one was that there was no punctuation there, and the other was because they were poor.

The capital of the Minghe Empire was completely incomparable to the towns Wen Chuyi had seen before. He recalled the address he had memorized in his mind for many years, stumbled and asked many people cheekily, and finally found it.

"Zhou Mansion..." Wen Chuyi looked up at the plaque hanging on the high eaves, and there were four servants standing at the gate of the mansion, who stepped forward a few steps,

"Excuse me Zhou Yue from your mansion, is Young Master Zhou there? He has dark skin, and he is probably here now." Wen Chuyi raised his hand and gestured on himself, looking expectantly.

Seeing the young man's extraordinary appearance, the servant also had an inexplicable kindness, so he said politely, "Is this young master in the wrong place? There is no dark-skinned person named Zhou Yue in the Zhou Mansion."

How come, Wen Chuyi was sure that he remembered correctly, and his tone was a little urgent,

"This is it! Zhou Yue was lost ten years ago, and I picked it up. By the way, there is a man who looks like a Tibetan fox by his side, named Zhou Yu!"

The servant also raised his voice, "I have been in the Zhou Mansion for 20 years, and there is really no one named Zhou Yue. Ten years ago..."

Speaking of this, the servant paused, frowned and rolled his eyes, pondered for a moment, and said, "The Zhou mansion did lose a young master ten years ago, but it's not Zhou Yue, you should look elsewhere."

Seeing that he didn't look like he was lying, Wen Chuyi took out the piece of black jade from the skirt of his clothes with the last hope, "What about this piece of jade, have you seen it?"

"Not really."

"...Okay, sorry to trouble you."

Wen Chuyi sighed, and turned to leave regretfully. He never expected that he came at this address, but there was no Hei Zai.

"So, did your younger brother see it?" Fu Jiuli happily gnawed on a bunch of candied haws that didn't quite match his image, and Lu Ying waited for him at the corner.

"No..." Wen Chuyi felt a gaze falling on him all the time, but when he turned his head, it disappeared in an instant, "Let's go, the matter of Tancheng is important."

Seeing the people around him stop suddenly and look in one direction, the eldest prince waited for a while before asking, "Ah Yue, what are you looking at?"

The young man with a handsome face came back to his senses, his lips were slightly pursed, and the slender and thick eyelashes like butterfly wings blocked the emotional surge in his eyes, "It's nothing, I just saw...an old friend."

……

Tancheng, although it is not far from the king, is actually located in a remote small town. It is located in the mountains and surrounded by mountains. Before the canal was built, there were many people coming and going. , fewer and fewer people pass through Tancheng.

To this day, Tancheng is almost completely closed.

"Tancheng, about half of the people in the city disappeared without a trace. The earliest time can be traced back three months ago," Lu Ying put away the scroll, and glanced at the closed city gate in front of him, which was as silent as a dead city, "and Those who went in never came out again."

"Our task this time is to investigate the reasons and whereabouts of these people and solve them."

The city gate was not guarded, and the brown-red city gate was ajar. Even though it was daytime, the city was still shrouded in an evil and oppressive atmosphere.

The city was very quiet, the houses on both sides of the street were tightly closed, all kinds of objects were scattered on the ground, some were deformed by being stepped on, some were crushed to pieces, and if you pay attention, you can still find tiny blood stains on the ground.

It is no different from the empty city.