The Villain Runs Wild

Lin Sui looked at Yan Qin with a smile without saying a word, propping his chin to play with his long hair.

Yan Qin ignored his movements and concentrated on his cultivation.

Lin Sui continued to practice spells with ghost power, trying to improve and innovate.

Before dark, he took out the Qieqin and plucked the strings at will.

He doesn't know how to play the pipa, but because of the special nature of this qin, the chaotic tunes are not tuned, but there is love.

There was laughter for a while, and shouting for a while, which made people unable to help feeling upset.

Lin Sui's skill and mental strength are extraordinary, and this emotion does not affect him at all, let alone Yan Qin, these emotions cannot enter his eyes at all, let alone disturb his mind.

It's just that the little ghosts outside are suffering, covering their ears and holding their heads one by one, feeling the magic sound piercing their ears.

Although his emotions were not affected, the slightly noisy voice made Yan Qin stop his cultivation and looked at Lin Sui.

The ghostly blue will-o'-the-wisps float beside the young man, like blossoming blue lotuses.

The hem of the robe fell to the ground, and the arms were bent to play the pipa. The wide sleeves slid down the skin, revealing a slender white wrist, which matched the color of the pipa.

Gently closing, slowly twisting, wiping and picking again, Yan Qin was attracted by the movements of his fingers, and actually felt that the broken tune had a bit of artistic conception.

Lin Sui himself didn't think so. After trying the effect, he put the pipa aside, closed his eyes and fell asleep, waiting for the sun to go down.

The index finger of his right hand suddenly felt cold and wet. Lin Sui raised his eyes and looked at the young man who was biting his fingertip from top to bottom.

Seeing that he didn't move his hand, Yan Qin didn't let go, his canine teeth were grinding against his fingertips, as long as Senbai's teeth were pushed up and down, they could easily bite off.

But Yan Qin didn't intend to bite. Compared with the meat on his fingers, this person's tongue is more delicious.

Thinking of this, he became hungry again, swallowing unconsciously, and following his movements, the tongue attached to his knuckles also moved.

The young Li Gui has black hair and starry eyes. His gaze coupled with his movements reveals some absurd, weird yet pure and direct desires.

Lin Sui's eyes moved slightly, he looked at him with a half-smile, and slowly moved his finger back.

Yan Qin didn't understand human affairs, no one taught him these things, he was restrained until he was 16 years old, he had never seen the outside world, he was still a teenager, someone wanted to take his life.

He can't tell the difference between lust and appetite at all now, but he is not a blank sheet of paper, on the contrary, he is a sheet of paper that gathers all the colors layered on top of each other until it turns black.

Lin Sui licked off the moisture from his hands, and the black hair fell in front of his body. The pale skin and the dark red tip of his tongue interweaved a colorful picture.

Intense heart palpitations and a huge impact swept through Yan Qin. He felt extremely hungry. The madness of wanting to eat the ghost in front of him was unprecedented. ... Yan Qin couldn't tell.

A long gray-pink string meanders out of the pipa, and Qi Ling wants to get to Lin Sui's hand in a flattering way, but Yan Qin grabs her.

"Who allowed you to move around?"

Qi Ling was frightened by him, and shrank back into Qinli with a "sho".

Yan Qin snorted coldly: "Things that are not on the table."

I don't know what is the use of this thing, it can disturb a person's heart, and I don't know how bad it is to be disturbed by this kind of thing.

Outside the dilapidated mountain temple, a woman in black clothes came slowly.

Miaoyin was not called Miaoyin at first, she was born in a scholarly family.

Her father is a well-known master in the world, and her mother, Konghou, is a master of Chu. She aspired to be like her parents when she was a child. She could play the bamboo flute before she could walk. old composing.

Everyone is full of praise for her, but she still feels that it is not enough, her feelings are not enough, her skills are not good enough, her parents say she is too ingenious, tangible and soulless.

Three years ago, her mother was forced into the house by a rich man. Her father ran around begging for help, but only waited for his wife's body to be thrown out. He vomited blood and died after being hit hard.

She buried the dead body for her parents, played the piano in despair, and wrote her hatred and sorrow in it. When she was awakened, she realized that she had played for three days without sleep. Her fingers were already bloody and her bones were visible. The raccoon dog wept, and all those who passed by wept.

Her song has a soul, but her parents can't see or hear it.

The dignitaries in their hometown covered the sky with one hand, and after hearing this vision, they came to arrest her. Under the arrangement of her parents and friends, she fled from her hometown, but she didn't want to be favored.

My father said, seeing the various states of life, there is affection in Fang's heart, which makes people feel it.

She packed up the things and went to various places. Everywhere she went, she went to the biggest band here to play the piano, and when she felt no music, she set off for the next place.

In troubled times, she has been hiring a few martial artists to go with her, but after she met the ghost lord three days ago, she invited a few martial artists to return home.

After dealing with Miao Lefang, Miao Yin came to Miaoshan Mountain Temple.

Looking at the broken stone statue and the dusty table case, Miaoyin squeezed the soft flesh of her palm, placed the tribute incense candle on the table case, and bowed on the ground.

"Three days have come, Miaoyin has come to pay homage to Lord Guijun."

The smell of strangers is too obvious for ghosts, when Miaoyin stepped on the mountain, Lin Sui knew she was coming.

At night, when the wind was blowing, Lin Sui looked at the trembling woman below and let the pipa float in front of her.

Miaoyin couldn't move her eyes when she saw the pipa, she got up as if bewitched, and stretched out her hand.

The moment she touched it, the great sorrow, joy, anger and sorrow of life exploded together in her mind. Her facial features were distorted, and the expression on her face changed again and again, sometimes vicious and sometimes hallucinatory, sometimes furious and sometimes sad, tears It dripped from her eye sockets, strangely.

The delicate beauty was hideous like a ghost, she hugged the pipa in her arms, and plucked the strings with trembling hands.

There is only one thought in Miaoyin's mind, control it.

The little ghosts in the temple were torn and howled by the sound of the piano, and the villagers at the foot of the mountain heard the sharper wind and ghost cries faintly in the wind, and covered their quilts tightly one by one.

It was a scene of hell, the sound of the piano was chaotic and noisy, and after midnight, the harsh sound gradually became a melody.

The tune is angry and sad, and it seems to be able to draw out the sad things in the heart of the heart, making people mourn endlessly.

Those little ghosts shed blood and tears one after another, as if they were silent in the emotions that were hard to escape.

On the floating soft couch, the beauty reclined, admiring it as if listening to fairy music.

Yan Qin rubbed his ears with some displeasure, looked at Lin Sui and asked, "It doesn't sound as good as the random dial you just made twice."

Lin Sui nodded with a smile on the tip of his nose: "The cow chews peonies."

Yan Qin looked at his lips parted and closed, and thought to himself when he had to breathe in some Yin Qi again.

He still had to practice hard, and when his skill surpassed Lin Sui's, he had the final say on when to inhale ghost energy and how much he wanted to inhale.

Lin Sui looked at Miaoyin, flicked his sleeves lightly and said, "From now on, you will be its owner."

"Thank you Ghost Lord."

Miaoyin was still in a state of mind, gently stroking the Qiqingqin, she already had a feeling for this piano, and she knew how to use it without Gui Jun's teaching.

"From now on, you will be my maid, are you willing?"

Miaoyin bowed: "I would like to do the work of a dog and a horse for the ghost king, do the things of the world in life, and follow me after death."

Hearing her words, Lin Sui knew she was a smart person.

"After dawn, someone came to push this temple, and built another one ten miles west from this point."

Lin Sui raised her hand, and Miaoyin found an extra ingot of gold in her palm.

Miaoyin saluted: "Yes."

Lin Sui turned around and looked at the cracked stone statue. This place was always a mountain temple, even if the original owner took it by force, it would still be a lonely ghost.

Ten miles to the west is where the Yin vein of this mountain is located, and it is most suitable for building ghost temples.

Lin Sui didn't enclose the land here just to have a residence, but to store something here so that others would know his reputation.

Yan Qin's kind face is like a Taoist priest, and at this time he has been ordered by his teacher to go down the mountain to eliminate demons.

Liaochen asked him to catch 99 fierce creatures and seal them in the blood gourd, so his whereabouts were uncertain.

Lin Sui thought that instead of looking for him, it would be better to let someone come to his door.

It was dawn soon, and Miaoyin went down the mountain.

No matter what time it is, money is easy to do.

In less than half an hour, the original mountain temple was pushed into ruins.

At the same time, more than a dozen men have already laid the foundation for ten miles to the west.

Some people kept picking high-quality stones to the mountain. There were not many people in the temple mountain, but many people came today.

Many of them did not come to work, but to watch the fun.

"Let's say it should be repaired, the previous one is too broken."

"I heard that it was donated by well-meaning people. When it is completed, you can come and say goodbye."

"What is written on this plaque? It doesn't look like a mountain temple to me?"

A woman in a black skirt standing beside said, "Miaoshan Temple."

"Oh, who is it? Is it the Patriarch of the Sanqing or the Master of the Mountain God?"

"Miaoshan Temple, the offering is naturally Lord Miaoshan."

The woman in the veil was full of admiration. She walked forward, and the hem of her clothes fluttered as she walked. The color was red and black like blood.

The villagers who asked the question couldn't help shivering, and murmured softly, "Why does it feel so cold?"

The person next to him laughed and said, "It's cold in the mountains, isn't it?"

In autumn, the sun was shining high, but there was no warmth at all.

Going westward for more than five hundred miles from Yunliang County, there is a county called Yangjin, which is the richest and most prosperous place in Ningling Prefecture.

In front of Yunlai Inn, the yawning Xiao Er was about to close the door, but found a young woman walking slowly not far away.

It was clearly late autumn, but she didn't wear much, she was wearing a black jacket and skirt, and a veil on her face.

She held a black umbrella in her hand, and the silk surface should be an excellent cloth.

The waiter in the shop murmured in his heart, what to do with an umbrella if it doesn't rain or snow this day, not to mention the silk surface, it can't stop the rain, if it snows, it will get wet after a while, I'm afraid it can only be used Come to shade, but this October day, people are shivering with cold during the day, where is the big sun coming from?

What's more, in this kind of world, it's somewhat weird for a woman to walk outside alone.

He looked carefully and found the shadow of the woman. He breathed a sigh of relief, and when he saw someone approaching, he quickly laughed and asked, "Guest officer, do you want to stay in the hotel?"

"One upper room."

"Okay, please come inside."

The guest asked for a room, and gave him a reward. This kind of generosity made Xiao Er immediately forget his previous thoughts, and when the guest asked about the matter, he said what he knew like beans.

"You are asking the right person about this matter. I happen to know a strange thing, and that thing happened in Liang's residence not far from us."

"The son of the Liang family is a well-known flirtatious dude here. People say that he spends half of a month in a brothel and flower boat, and half of his time in a prostitute's house. The mansion has more than a dozen concubines, who stay on women's bellies every day. , it can be seen that he is lustful."

"But guess what happened recently, he dismissed all the concubines in the mansion, and he didn't even go to listen to the music."

"I heard that he was possessed by a lecherous ghost before. Recently, a master went to their house and took the ghost away."