After rebirth, I rely on beauty to abuse scum

Qi Hua sat kneeling in the middle, and in front of him were many carefully placed memorial tablets, one after another majestic names were written on the iron wood with cinnabar and gold, but there were thousands of resentful spirits on their shoulders and behind them, malicious, cold and sticky, heavy Ruo Qianjun.

He could even hear the screams and weeping blood of the person he killed before death, mixed with monstrous resentment and ghostly curses.

The children of the Qi family who entered the ghost ancestral hall couldn't use their spiritual power to resist, they could only endure the torment that devoured people's minds forcefully, if they couldn't bear it, they would end up with their minds lost and their demons entering their bodies.

And Qi Hua's eyes are calm, as if he is in a Buddhist temple, listening to the rhythm of Zen with great concentration, if his hands exposed outside his wide sleeves, the finger bones are not tight, and the veins are not exposed.

No matter how hard he endured, he didn't allow himself to show a bit of embarrassment.

There was a sudden sound of slightly flustered footsteps behind him, and it took a while for the sound to ring. The owner of the footsteps walked a few steps and stopped for a while, as if he had lost his way.

A little confused, but never stopped.

Qi Hua didn't take it seriously, it was just a recurring hallucination.

Just as he was thinking this, a pleasantly surprised shout came from behind him: "Qi Hua?!"

Qi Hua didn't look back.

It's just a hallucination, how could he come?

As soon as this thought crossed his mind, the owner of the footsteps started to run quickly, and a burst of warmth covered his icy body.

He knelt in the ghost ancestral hall for nearly half a day. Once his spiritual power was gone, the cold, salty and damp eroded non-stop, and he was already too cold to have any warmth.

The visitor leaned down slightly, and touched his shoulder from behind. Through layers of clothing, the warmth of the opponent's palm was actually not obvious, but Qi Hua still felt that the place he touched was slightly hot.

Qi Hua's pupils widened slightly, in disbelief.

This is an illusion that the wraith cannot imitate, and the person behind him is real.

The visitor was dissatisfied that he didn't answer, so he turned to squat down in front of him, and gently put his hand on the side of his face.

The other party tilted his head, frowned slightly, and muttered: "It's so cold."

The eyes as clear as amber could clearly reflect his figure, and he called again worriedly: "Qi Hua?"

Qi Hua was rarely expressionless, his eyes were narrowed slightly, his eyes were dangerous, but his throat was dry and his voice was hoarse: "Sheng Zhao."

Sheng Zhao dragged his voice carelessly, and smiled, "You are so embarrassed, Fellow Daoist Qi."

Qi Hua's pupils shrank, and then he remembered his current situation. There was a bit of panic in his eyes, and he lowered them halfway: "You go out first."

Sheng Zhao said "tsk": "Okay, I know you are arrogant, so I won't laugh at you."

Qi Hua felt that this sentence made him even more embarrassed, he couldn't even move, he could only kneel on the ground, looking at him casually, and he couldn't use his spiritual power to push people away or cover their eyes.

He closed his eyes and sighed lightly.

The next moment, Qi Hua's eyes were opened immediately by the warm body that suddenly slipped into his arms.

Sheng Zhao wrapped his arms around his shoulders, and in a posture of facing each other, with his legs spread, he knelt on Qi Hua's lap.

His body was thin and his bones were slender, and when he slumped slightly, he only showed a beautiful face resting on Qi Hua's shoulder.

Sheng Zhao adjusted his posture and complained softly: "What the hell is this place? It's a bit colder than when the snow just fell."

"If it wasn't for not being able to use my spiritual power for you, I wouldn't want to hug you, and I would freeze to death."

The young man pressed it to his ear, and the breath he exhaled was also warm, light and fragrant: "What kind of rules and regulations have you set in your Qi family?"

Qi Hua didn't say a word, he just looked at Sheng Zhao in silence, he didn't even dare to raise his hands, he seemed completely stunned.

Seeing Qi Hua's expression with downcast eyes, Sheng Zhao sighed lightly, a little funny, and blinked narrowly: "I know you're very moved, but don't you need to stay still?"

But Qi Hua could clearly see the pain in Sheng Zhao's eyes.

For the first time, Qi Hua's eyes felt a little sore that something was about to gush out. He carefully hugged the person in his arms, feeling the warmth that burned to the bottom of his heart.

He himself didn't realize how gentle the force he used was like treating a treasure, he didn't dare to touch it with his hands, for fear that a little force would break it, but he wanted to hold it in his hands like a madman.

It took Qi Hua a while to calm down, and he tried his best to regain his usual calm posture, and asked softly, "How did you get here?"

The words that came out of her mouth were extremely stiff, as if she was asking a question, Qi Hua's eyes flashed a trace of annoyance.

Sheng Zhao looked away guiltily: "I don't want to say."

Qi Hua comforted Sheng Zhao's back. The young man walked all the way. Although he didn't say anything on the face, he was timid after all. The sound of his footsteps before and his tense back were clearly exposed.

He whispered: "Why?"

Sheng Zhao whispered, "You will be angry."

Qi Hua coaxed people softly, "I won't."

Not cajoling this time.

Sheng Zhao: "I asked Qi Ren, he told me part of it, and then I begged him to bring me to you."

"It's a bit annoying." Qi Hua was helpless, he lied to Sheng Zhao again, and he won't do it next time.

Wait until you get out, and you'll have to deal with Qi Ren.

Qi Hua noticed that Sheng Zhao's body froze, and slightly pursed his lips: "Why are you afraid that I will be angry?"

Sheng Zhao was puzzled: "Because... I promised you? I promised you not to meet Qi Ren."

Sheng Zhao's tone was hesitant, as if he didn't know why, and after thinking about it, he found a reasonable reason.

Qi Hua was almost overjoyed, this performance, it seemed that Sheng Zhao also cared about himself, his brows raised a little.

Qi Hua stopped embarrassing Sheng Zhao, changed the subject, and asked with some distress: "Is it cold?"

It should have snowed heavily today, Sheng Zhao is now wearing thin clothes, and he ran from the courtyard to the ghost ancestral hall deep in the back mountain. If he hadn't been cultivated in the Nascent Soul stage, his hands would have been frozen blue.

Now the ghost ancestral hall is surrounded by evil spirits, and it is colder than the outside, and Sheng Zhao is still stuck to his cold body, which makes him wronged.

Sheng Zhao nodded hesitantly: "Some."

After saying that, he clings closer to Qi Hua, trying to get the little warmth left on his body.

Qi Hua froze for a moment, then said in a hoarse voice, "Sheng Zhao."

Sheng Zhao tilted his head in confusion: "Huh? What's the matter?"

His eyes were clear, he didn't realize how ambiguous the current posture was, and there was only confusion in his eyes.

Although the young man's temperament is flamboyant, he is unexpectedly simple in certain things and doesn't know the world.

Qi Hua shook her head, "It's nothing."

A long time ago, Qi Hua discovered that Sheng Zhao didn't care about some cross-border behaviors. The other party seemed to have no clear understanding of love, and still stayed on the relationship between men and women. , did not leave the slightest precaution.

Qi Hua didn't know whether she should be thankful or distressed.

Fortunately, he was able to take advantage of Sheng Zhao's temperament to do many things beyond the rules, but he was also worried that it would be difficult for Sheng Zhao to get the hang of it.

It doesn't matter, he will teach slowly.

Qi Hua's eyes filled with a smile, she quietly hugged the person in her arms, turning a deaf ear to the wailing of the Wraith Spirit.

Sheng Zhao, who was lying on his shoulder, opened his consciousness, and suddenly there appeared in front of his eyes hideous faces and dense grievances, with spiritual power to protect his body, Sheng Zhao couldn't hear their voices, and they couldn't scare him.

Sheng Zhao pretended to be frightened and froze: "What is this?"

Qi Hua thought about it, and knew that Sheng Zhao had seen those dirty things with his spiritual sense: "Don't be afraid, they don't have sanity. If you use your spiritual power, they won't interfere with your sanity."

"Turn off the consciousness, and you won't be able to see it."

Shocked, Sheng Zhao shrank into Qi Hua's arms, his usual proud appearance disappeared completely, and he said sullenly, "Okay."

Qi Hua felt weird: "So scared?"

Sheng Zhao didn't make a sound.

Qi Hua raised her eyes and looked around, there were a few white candles burning in front of the spirit tablet, the candles were pitifully small, and the ancestral hall was extremely dark.

Once the consciousness is opened, the body of the evil spirit will block the light and turn into pitch black.

Qi Hua: "This is the first time I've seen a cultivator afraid of the dark. Why is Zhao Zhao so delicate?"

Sheng Zhao raised his head angrily, but his eyes flickered with guilt: "Who is afraid of the dark?!"

Qi Hua slowly raised her hand to cover Sheng Zhao's eyes, feeling her curled eyelids quickly sweeping over her palm.

Sheng Zhao's eyes suddenly darkened, he hurriedly grabbed Qi Hua's hand, and said in an angry voice, "Qi Hua!"

Seeing Sheng Zhao's eyes turning red, Qi Hua realized that the other party was not as scared as usual, so she quickly coaxed him and apologized in a low voice.

He coaxed Sheng Zhao well after he had exhausted his good words.

Qi Hua: "If there is something that can illuminate in your mustard space, don't worry about it being the Qi family's ancestral hall, just take it out."

Sheng Zhao slowly took out a small night pearl, held it in his hand, and illuminated the small area around him and Qi Hua.

During the movement, Qi Hua touched Sheng Zhao's cold hand.

Qi Hua put Sheng Zhao's hand on her neck to keep warm, and said slowly, "Tell Zhao Zhao a story, don't be afraid."

Qi Hua: "Huh?"

Sheng Zhao was still a little angry: "Whatever you want."

Qi Hua: "Zhao Zhao, do you know why the young master of the Qi family always changed people?"

He didn't wait for Sheng Zhao to reply, he went straight on: "Because the position of the young master of the Qi family is not fixed."

"The son of the head of the Qi family is me, so before I reach the crown, as long as I don't die, the position of the young head of the Qi family will always be mine."

His eyes were gloomy and cold: "After I get the crown, I will fight with all the Qi family members. If I can't compete, others will kill me."

"I have held this position for hundreds of years, and my whole body bears the heavy shackles of the Qi family. I have no less than a hundred lives of the Qi family on my hands." This is Qi Hua who has never said these things to anyone else. He suppresses Sheng Zhao. the back of his neck, and pressed the man against his shoulders.

He has no expression on his face, his eyes are cold and playful, his glance is full of sternness, but his voice is very soft, very fragile, and he asks cautiously: "Zhao Zhao, will you hate me?"