The Villain Runs Wild

The bright moon in the sky covered by the faint mist, against the background of the dead trees and the dark tiled corridor eaves, reveals some weird blue.

The faint blue is tactful, reflecting the crimson wooden pillars.

The mansion, where the yin qi lingers for a long time, has become a happy place for ghosts.

The clothes belt has no wind and comes from the fog, floating in the air, the looming white is like the snow between the red plums.

The sound of the cloth being rubbed against each other is like a faint laugh, exuding an absurd and charming intimacy.

The messy black hair is like splashed ink, the soft cloth slowly falls from the shoulders to the forearms, and the slightly itchy legs make the legs look like fine porcelain, revealing a fragile beauty.

"Hmm... it seems like it's over."

The soul is not bound to the body, so it can float without stepping on or clinging to anything.

Lin Sui twisted Yan Qin, Qingdie's birthmark rubbed against his cheek, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Yan Qin couldn't answer, he couldn't speak right now.

The tip of his tongue was wrapped in warmth, and his lips touched what he wanted to see.

Yan Qin didn't know if this was an illusion born in a trance. The ghost's body should be cold. After death, they don't know what warmth is.

It's different now, it's tender and warm, with the unique sweetness of Lin Sui's flesh and blood.

"Why is it different from what he said? He clearly said a lot, but I only tasted a little bit."

It took a long time for Yan Qin to raise his head, the red color of his lips made him even more heroic.

He was dissatisfied with ignorance and calmness, and felt that the snake was lying to him, but he didn't know that Danshu had never hung out with men before, and he didn't know the difference between men and women.

Lin Sui reached out and brushed off a strand of black hair that stuck to his cheek, and said leisurely, "It's probably because you didn't work hard enough."

"Most things in this world are like this, you get as much as you do."

Seeing Yan Qin's expression of no doubt, Lin Sui laughed happily.

really interesting.

Yan Qin didn't know that Lin Sui was teasing him, after all, in his perception, it was true.

Only by becoming stronger can we get rid of the shackles, can we not be slaughtered by others, and can deal with various crises, and the way to become stronger is to keep practicing, expanding, and devouring. Naturally, we will get as much as we do.

Lingering to the back, Lin Sui couldn't bear it anymore, after going there twice, he stepped on Yan Qin's shoulder to make him stop.

Yan Qin was dissatisfied: "I haven't finished drinking yet."

Lin Sui took a breath and stepped on his face, said with a sneer, "Go and drink water, if you think you don't have enough, you plunge into the lake, make sure you have enough."

Yan Qin was a little bit reluctant, but still got up and left.

His figure disappeared suddenly, Lin Sui's face really turned cold this time.

Okay, Yan Qin, I really dare to leave if I have you.

This was probably the first time Yan Qin left so decisively in front of him. The broken clothes were condensed again by the ghost energy. Feeling the restraint, Lin Sui found that the place Yan Qin was going...was a lake.

Lin Sui was neither angry nor smiling, and pressed his temple.

Yan Qin rushed to the pond full of evil spirits, not because he really came to drink the lake water, but because he remembered that there should be many water ghosts in these places.

Water ghosts are a special kind of ghosts. They can only be trapped in the place of death, full of resentment, but on the shore, the power of ghosts will be reduced. If they are in the water, they will rarely have opponents. Some ghosts will go to the water to entangle the water ghosts, but Yanqin is a special case.

He thought that when he was stronger than Lin Sui, he would be able to suppress him and eat as long as he wanted.

Lin Sui restrained his emotions, did not look for Yan Qin, did not go back to the inn, but headed out of the city.

The ghosts in the city, especially the evil ones, are always limited. Although the world is chaotic, the ghosts and ghosts dare not blatantly cause trouble in the human world. In the upper city, there is the protection of the city god, the righteousness of the country and the exuberant yang energy. Most ghosts will still live in the mountains.

Lin Sui wandered around the mountain for a few days, and did not return until he had eaten all the ghosts he could see.

When he returned to the inn, he didn't feel Yan Qin's breath.

Only the dormant Danshu was in the black umbrella. Lin Sui drew a formation for him and put him inside.

"Has he ever returned?"

Of course Miaoyin knew who he was talking about, and replied: "Yan Guijun came back yesterday, but seeing that you haven't returned, he left again."

Lin Sui felt his own restraint, and found that Yan Qin was still in the city, so he ignored it, digesting the power he had gained.

The plundered ghost aura is not so easy to absorb, just like it takes a certain amount of time to convert imported food into nutrients. The stronger the ghost eats, the deeper his resentment will be, and it will even backlash and torture the main body.

When the power in his body was completely digested and absorbed, Lin Sui opened his eyes and saw Yan Qin in front of him.

Yan Qin has changed slightly from before, he looks a lot stronger, he still has a youthful figure, but his soul power is much more condensed, and his blood-red eyes have turned into a deeper dark red.

This is the benefit of being born evil, he doesn't need to digest it at all, as long as it is swallowed by him, it will become a part of his strength.

Lin Sui is not sure whether he can defeat Yan Qin now, but he is suppressed by spells for the time being, but he will not be sure if it takes more time.

Yan Qin stretched out his hand suddenly, Lin Sui was hugged suddenly, the space in front of him suddenly changed, it was no longer that small courtyard, but a pavilion.

There is a cool breeze, there is a babbling noise not far away, and the lights are brightly lit. It is obvious that this place is a human world rather than a world created by illusion.

Before Lin Sui asked what he was doing, Yan Qin hugged him on his lap.

"It turned out that he only told me half of it that day, but now I know the other half."

Yan Qin's fingers suddenly sprouted sharp claws, which cut through the clothes on Lin Sui's body, and turned into ordinary fingers again, reaching in to caress Lin Sui's smooth back.

In the world of evil ghosts, there is no option to consider others, and he can do whatever he wants, but in a blink of an eye, he intends to enter.

Lin Sui leaned on him, pinched his neck, his eyes had no warmth: "Do you want to be strong?"

Yan Qin looked at him with some confusion: "Don't you want to?"

He suddenly thought of something and said, "I will give you a ghost."

Looking at Yan Qin's expression, Lin Sui suddenly understood his understanding of the laws of this world.

Just like when he wanted to attack Dan Shu, he felt that he could kill him if he wanted to, without a reason. Similarly, if someone wanted to kill him, he didn't need to know the reason, but only needed to know the result.

The result is nothing more than two, he wins or he loses.

He wasn't curious at all why a strange Taoist priest appeared in the yard trying to kill him when he was 16 years old, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with turning into a ghost.

People are always going to die, some people die of old age and some people die of illness, he is just killed.

As for the aspect of desire, what Yan Qin knew was the rules made by him alone. When he kissed Yan Qin, he gave Yan Qin ghostly air, but he didn't give it back.

So Yan Qin felt that he could come directly, but he refused, thinking that he wanted to get ghostly.

Lin Sui tilted his head, and suddenly bent his lips: "What I want is not a star."

Lin Sui gave up using precepts and deeds like Yan Qin's. He didn't know how to do it at all, and he didn't have that patience. He still used his own method.

He hadn't planned to get to this step so quickly, because the good and evil sides hadn't merged yet, but they were already here, so he just went along with the flow.

Yan Qin didn't hesitate: "As much as you want."

Lin Sui raised his voice at the end: "Ah... our little Yan Lang is so generous?"

When Yan Qin was called that by him, his neck felt a little hot unconsciously.

This tune is strangely pleasant.

"Are you afraid that I will suck you dry?"

"You can't eat it." Yan Qin played with Lin Sui's long hair, his tone was firm, rather calm, "You can't eat me."

"Is it?"

Lin Sui's fingers relaxed, and changed from pinching to caressing. The finger marks were bruised, like a rose-colored seal on Yan Qin's slender neck.

The sound of teasing and laughing is scattered in the lights of thousands of houses, and on the unmanned pavilions, ghosts look down on all living beings.

"Where did you learn it?"

The thin white arm hangs weakly on one side, dotted with traces like flower petals.

It is obviously late autumn, and the peach blossoms are everywhere, just like the vernal equinox.

"Ate two Merry Ghosts."

Yan Qin originally planned to ask the snake again, but when he returned, the snake had already fallen asleep and couldn't wake up at all, so he simply went out to find the answer by himself.

The more prosperous the place, the more desires it would be filled with. All kinds of noises gave him a headache, but he also found what he wanted, only to realize that the spring has other uses.

The sun rises, the sky breaks.

Lin Sui and Yan Qin's current skills are no longer afraid of being burned by the sun, but activities in the sun for a long time will also damage their energy, so Yan Qin carried Lin Sui to a place out of the sun.

What Yan Qin said was right, Lin Sui couldn't eat him.

Not to mention eating his whole ghost, it was only a part, and the ghost energy he gave was enough for Lin Sui to absorb for a while.

"But... that's fine."

Lin Sui frowned, leaning on the railing to pant.

Yan Qin was surprised: "This is only the Yin Qi of half a water ghost."

He ate three water ghosts in the lake over there, two of them were weaker, and one was particularly powerful. The particularly powerful one was indeed fierce and difficult to deal with in the water. He swallowed.

This is not to transfer half of the water ghost's ghost power, so why can't Lin Sui die.

It seems that he will feed more in the future, so that Lin Sui will be more powerful, and he will naturally be able to eat more.

Lin Sui thought, the water ghost must not know that after so many years of death, he can still become a unit of measurement when he dies for the second time.

"You have been blocked, how do I refine it?"

Lin Sui pressed his abdomen, and his ghostly aura overflowed.

He gave Yan Qin a sideways look, and was ready to move again.

"If you look at it again, you won't be able to figure it out."

When Lin Sui finished speaking, the black spell on Yan Qin's neck moved quickly.

Yan Qin didn't want to be locked up by him, so he had no choice but to withdraw.

In Yunlai Inn, Miaoyin stopped playing the piano.

A guest at the bottom asked reluctantly: "Miss Miaoyin, will you play the piano tomorrow?"

Miaoyin said calmly: "Perhaps, when it's time to leave, I will naturally leave."

Miaoyin returned to the room and put away Qiqingqin.

Gui Jun asked her to practice the piano, not to practice skills, but how to control people's hearts.

When she plays happy songs, even people who are full of sorrow will also be happy, and when she plays sad songs, even carefree people will also be sad.

She has already achieved initial results in these mind control techniques, and she also discovered that her technique is not only effective for humans and ghosts, but also effective for demons.

Glancing at the darkening sky, Miao Yin began to soak her hands in hot water.

Because she has been in contact with Qiqingqin all the time, her hands have long been as cold as dead people, even her skin is bluish white, and gray pink lines spread upwards along her palms, and now they have reached the arms of her forearms.

The ghost king said that when this thread spread to the center of her eyebrows, it was the time of her death.

Calculated in this way, she may have less than a year to live.

This was already a surprise, she thought she would die in just a few months.

After feeling the temperature in the palm of her hand warm up, Miao Yin bent her lips.

Father, mother, I will definitely avenge you, and use what you taught me to kill those people with my own hands, so as to comfort your spirits in heaven.

When she felt Guijun's ghostly aura, Miaoyin turned around in surprise.

She didn't know when the two ghosts left, or when the snake woke up and told her that there was no one inside and that the owner was missing, so she was inevitably worried.

"Pack up and leave tomorrow."

"Still heading west?"

"No, go southeast."

"Yes."

Lin Sui entered the black umbrella, and found that Danshu inside was not sleeping, but he was in human form, meditating peacefully.

To be honest, this expression doesn't seem like he can make it, it's a little weird.

Miaoyin's voice came from outside the umbrella, with a little anxiety: "Ghost Lord, I played him a pure heart song."

Lin Sui was a little surprised: "Is there such an effect after only playing one song?"

Miao Yin: "I played all night last night."

"……Thanks for your hard work."

In the early morning of the next day, a carriage drove out of Yangjin County and headed southeast.

Contrary to their direction, Taoist Songqing who left in a hurry a few days ago headed north.

Being rescued by a ghost from a snake demon made Song Qing extremely ashamed, and he was determined to return to the temple to recuperate and practice hard.

The general view of the Fuyun Sect is in Fuyun Mountain, which is thousands of miles away, so it is naturally difficult for him to go back, but as the current leader of the Taoist sect, the Fuyun Sect naturally has many opinions.

What he wanted to come to was the closest Taoist temple to Yangjin County, which was specially used for the practice of disciples in the sect. It was not the usual kind for pilgrims to offer incense and pay homage, so it took four or five days to arrive.

The first thing he did when he came back was to pay homage to the patriarch and master. After burning incense in the hall, he was ready to go to the side to take a bath and change clothes.

Seeing that the little Taoist priests were all beaming with joy, I couldn't help but grab one of them and ask what was going on. The little Taoist priest said, "If Master Yi is here, everyone wants to listen to his lectures."

Song Qing didn't care about the wounds and dirt on her body, hurriedly took two pills, and followed the little Taoist priests.

In the bamboo grove, the Taoist priest in white sat on the ground, waiting for the disciples who listened to scriptures to gather.

He is dressed in plain clothes, with wooden hairpins curled up in his hair, and he has an undisputed air, which makes people feel pure in heart.

His person is as beautiful as jade, and his eyes are like glass, from which he can only see nothingness.

It makes people feel that there is nothing in his heart, the six senses are pure, and he has no desires and desires.

Song Qing thought, this is a realm that he will never be able to reach in his life.

After listening to Uncle Ruoyi's lecture, Song Qing remembered what happened to her before, and walked over immediately.

"Miao Shanjun?" Ruoyi thought carefully, then shook his head, "I've never heard of it."

"Maybe he had heard about the reputation of the uncle, he saved me for the sake of the uncle."

Ruo lowered his eyes, with a bit of natural compassion: "It's kind-hearted, not like a ghost."

"It's really strange. Although my nephew's morality is superficial, he did feel the vicious blood from that ghost, but he is not like ordinary grudges. His mind is clear and he looks like a living person."

Sometimes the more hostile the ghost is, the easier it is to lose control. Some ghosts are just for revenge at the beginning, but once they start the way, they can't control it and harm others, and finally develop into a murderous creature. The heavier the blood, the more manic .

"The black-clothed ghost beside him is really ruthless, and he can do whatever he wants."

Song Qing added, it's just that she couldn't see the ghost's appearance clearly, otherwise she could provide more clues to make people beware.

Ruoyi's fingers touched the blood gourd hanging on his wrist, 23 deadly monsters had already been refined inside, and he was about to find new ones. Hearing what Song Qing said, he made some calculations and looked to the southeast.

Yan Qin didn't know that he was being missed, he fell in love with the activity of crossing Yin Qi, and never tired of it.

He eats ghosts at night, and feeds them to Lin Sui when he returns to the umbrella during the day.

Lin Sui couldn't digest what he ate, and he was even more annoyed by his feeding style.

"Then I'll just suck some back in."

Yan Qin thought there was something wrong with it, held Lin Sui's face and kissed his lips.

Lin Sui was a little troubled, he didn't know whether he was better as a border shepherd with his own opinions, or a husky that was completely out of control.

In the small courtyard, Dan Shu crossed his legs and looked at the limited space and the black ghostly aura in front of him, feeling infinitely sad in his heart.

No wonder he was beaten back then. It turns out that the beauty has long been famous, and the black-clothed ghost pretended to be innocent. Now he can't see it. He finally knows how others feel when they see him. It turns out that he is so dirty and obscene in the eyes of others.

Dan Shu really wanted to go out, but as soon as he went out, the little beauty outside wanted to play the piano for him. He didn't know what magic power the sound of the piano had, and it made him wilt, making him afraid to go out.

Danshu let out another long sigh, and simply reverted to his prototype and began to sleep and heal his wounds. He would leave when he recovered.

From Yangjin County to the southeast to Wucheng, the fastest road passes through at least a dozen towns.

Miaoyin stopped and walked with the pace of her master, this time the destination was Hongxing County, a town ahead.

The chariots and horses passed the official road and passed a village.

Yan Qin suddenly felt something and looked in the direction of the village.

"There seems to be something."

Lin Sui took out his umbrella and looked in his direction. Under the sun, there seemed to be nothing unusual in this village where the men were farming and the women were weaving.

Lin Sui ordered: "Stop here."

Miao Yin immediately asked the driver to stop: "There is no need to go to the city, I remember that I seem to have a relative living here, and I want to visit first."

The coachman was a middle-aged man in his 50s and [-]s, and he nodded when he heard what his boss said.

"Your family has relatives in Haomeng Village."

Miaoyin looked at the village sign: "Haomeng Village? Isn't this called Wangjia Village?"

The coachman smiled: "Haomeng Village is the common name we gave it. Fengshui here is very good. Everyone who comes here will have sweet dreams. It's amazing. Some students who came to Beijing to catch the exam lived here before. After I went there, I became a high-ranking official, and even wrote this poem."

When things go wrong, there must be a demon. Without Lin Sui speaking, Miao Yin asked, "It's really so miraculous. It's because I haven't been in contact for a long time and I don't know about it. I have vaguely heard that strange things happened here before."

"Strange things?" The coachman thought while driving, "It seems that there are strange things everywhere in this world. It is also a strange thing to have a good dream in Haomeng Village. Apart from that, there seems to be nothing else, right?"

Seeing nothing to ask, Miaoyin paid and got out of the car.

Miaoyin in the village is naturally another way of saying it, and she temporarily stayed at a woman's house in the village.

There are not many villagers in Haomeng Village, but they all look very kind, and everyone has a smile on their faces. At most, they are a little curious when they see strangers, just like an ordinary village that is warm to outsiders.

They were quite proud when they asked about the topic of sweet dreams.

"It's probably blessed by the mountain god, but it's not a dream every day. Sometimes I can only have such a dream once every two or three months. This also depends on fate."

Liu Miaoyin's eldest sister who lives at home smiles brightly. The statue of the mountain god is placed on the table in the center of the house. It is a kind old man carved in wood.

The wood was waxed and looked very smooth, without any dust. Presumably the owner took great care of it and wiped it every day.

When Lin Sui approached, he resisted in his heart, which showed that this was a righteous god rather than a crooked way.

At night, Lin Sui and Yan Qin walked around the village and found nothing unusual.

Yan Qin frowned: "Could it be that I felt wrong, probably not."

Lin Sui looked around: "This place is too clean, it's a bit abnormally clean."

There is not a single ghost in this village, and there is not even a bit of yin, which is a good thing in theory, but in the dust, there is a place that is particularly clean, which is abnormal.

"Maybe the mountain god they enshrined made it. Is it him that you feel?"

"No, I felt his divine power during the day, which made me feel uncomfortable. The thing I perceived should be delicious."

For the evil species, the delicacy should be an extremely evil existence. After all, the more kind a person is, the less tasteful his heart will be.

Lin Sui tried to perceive, but still found nothing.

Either that thing is extremely good at hiding, or its skill is above them.

Haomeng Village is not big, only about [-] households. Lin Sui and Yanqin went door-to-door to see that they were ordinary people's homes.

It's just that every household in their house enshrines the mountain gods. The ones with good conditions are jade carvings, while those with poor conditions are wood carvings.

Lin Sui and Yan Qin left the scope of Haomeng Village, and there were a few sporadic ghosts along the road, but they were all weak ghosts who repeated their previous behaviors, without even self-awareness.

After finding nothing, they returned to the black umbrella.

Miaoyin has already fallen asleep, and Danshu is also sleeping with his body crossed.

Lin Sui was dragged by Yan Qin to give him a bit of a ghostly spirit, and during the refining process, he unconsciously saw a haze in front of him.

A voice came indistinctly, and gradually became clear in the ears.

"Ah Sui, the Que Ling Secret Realm is open today, it's time to get up."

Lin Sui sat up in a daze. There was a white jade bed underneath, and beside the bed was a young sword cultivator with gentle eyebrows.

The Sword of Morning Frost is around him, reflecting the bright sky.