After being forced to debut in metaphysics, I became popular

Yan Shixun first tried to turn his head, trying to confirm the environment around him.

Due to the chaos of Xishuang himself, there are currently three different worlds overlapping in Ghost Mountain.One is the fourth floor where Xishuang closed himself, the other is the memory world constructed by Xishuang, and the other is the ghost mountain where everyone in the program group entered and encountered crisis.

He must first confirm which world he is in before he can predict what danger he will encounter and prepare for it.

But he failed.

Yan Shixun couldn't control his body, even the simplest movement of turning his head could not be done.He can't feel the blood vessel muscles that normal humans would feel when turning their necks.

It was as if he had no body at all, not even a neck.

Only one head.

It should have been a bad and critical situation, but Yan Shixun actually confirmed the situation he was in at this time.

——As Xishuang, who was dismembered by the bandits, he entered the world of memory constructed by the real events that happened a hundred years ago.

According to what he saw from the perspective of the bandit leader Zhou, he, or Xi Shuang, should be abandoned at the woodshed at the edge of the garden.

Yan Shixun always had doubts in his mind when he was watching the old memories as Zhou Shi.

That memory world came to an abrupt end because of the departure of the nanny's soul, and he failed to see what happened in the villa after the bandits celebrated.

Why, then, does the murderer fear the murdered?

Why are the vicious bandits afraid of Xishuang?What are those blood-red humanoid monsters all over the mountain?How did the rumors of the death of passers-by passers-by in Ghost Mountain come about for a hundred years?

At that time, what the nanny said to Yan Shixun, "Miss treats you as a bandit", made Yan Shixun confirm that it was because of his actions, and let Xishuang confirm her identity and perspective in the memory world.If he wanted to know what happened later, he would have to rely on Xi Shuang's perspective to truly see the complete memory.

So, with doubts in his arms, Yan Shixun provoked the hidden female ghost, Xishuang, to appear from the mirror, and used the information he had already learned to make Xishuang recall the things that happened a hundred years ago when his soul was unstable, so that His position confuses his identity, so he can successfully use Xishuang's identity to enter the memory world.

Attacking frost is the key to the existence of the entire ghost mountain.

Only when her resentment and obsession are completely eliminated, will the ghost mountain that is her cage of hatred be broken along with it.

Everyone in the program group can leave the ghost mountain, go to the former mountain, and return to the normal world.

However, because of borrowing Xishuang's identity, just like when he borrowed the bandit leader's identity before, Yan Shixun can't do anything, and he can't change what has happened.

He could only stay in Xishuang's body, as a bystander, watching the story of a hundred years ago reenacted with cold eyes.

In the mountains in summer, the night wind was still bitingly cold, and the garden was filled with a strong smell of blood, which rushed to the tip of Yan Shixun's nose along with the wind.

Not far from the head, the burlap bags piled up in the woodshed were full of the dead people's bodies in the villa, including the nurse's body.

Fragmented limbs were scattered all over the ground.

The blood flowed and meandered into a stream, and entered the garden, soaked into the soil, and watered the white rose bushes in the garden.

Xishuang stared at the waning moon in the night sky with his eyes wide open.

Her soul was still trapped in her body, but it was shattered due to several fragments of her body.She howled and cried in anger and pain, crying blood, calling her lover's name and her nanny.

However, no one heard.

No one responded to her.

She could only stare at the brightly lit villa with bursts of laughter with her blood-stained red eyes.

Pain and resentment accumulated in her broken body and soul, her exquisite and gorgeous cheongsam was stained red with blood, and all the goodwill in the past turned into boundless hatred. The voices of the bandits drinking and laughing indulgently became more determined.

Killing for life is justified.

Before the first ray of dawn appeared in the sky, a ghost messenger wearing a tall hat and carrying a chain appeared in front of Xishuang, wanting to take her to the underworld, and re-enter the cycle of reincarnation.

But was rejected by Xishuang's soul full of resentment.

Xishuang's originally neat and delicate hair was scattered all over her shoulders in the struggle and confrontation with the bandit leader Zhou Shi, casting a large shadow on her pale and stiff face.

Only those red eyes were still shining with hatred.It made her gloomy and resentful eyebrows look even more sinister.

And her red dress dyed with blood was the only color in the darkest night.

'Kill...to kill, he killed me, I remember his face, I remember his name.I want, for my nanny who died tragically, for those people, for myself, to wash away the hatred with blood. '

Xi Shuang covered her face with her hands, her red eyes were streaming with blood and tears.

She told the ghost messenger about her resentment, and asked where there is justice in the world.

The impatient ghost messenger wanted to forcibly take away the many ghosts wandering in the garden and the mountains, but was driven away by the desperate attack of the angry Xishuang.

At 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, the female ghost who died tragically in red is the most vicious.

When the two days are handed over, it is the moment when yin and yang and the date alternate. Only that second does not belong to the yang world or the underworld, and it is the time when the ghost opens its eyes.

Under the moonlight, Xishuang, who was accumulating hatred and anger, was so vicious that he was desperate, even the ghost messengers were defeated and had no choice but to flee.

As for Xishuang, she was wearing a red dress, standing among the blood-stained rose bushes in the garden, watching the celebration scene in the villa coldly through the window of the living room.

These bandits brutally killed the nurse she regarded as her mother, and also killed the people she was familiar with, making it impossible for her to wait until the day when her lover married her.Then, they stole the wealth, took the villa for themselves, and laughed and celebrated their "bravery"!

Unforgivable.

Unforgivable! ! !

Xishuang's soul dissipated little by little as the morning light rose from the sky, only those red eyes firmly remembered the faces of all the bandits.

The names they called to each other were even more severely recorded in the soul by Xishuang, and even death could not make her forget this hatred.

……

The sun rises and the moon sets, and the moon rises deep in the mountains.

The female ghost in red has been standing silently in the garden, watching the figures in the villa silently and resentfully.

Hate surged and roared with anger.

The waning moon is full.

On the seventh day after Xishuang's death, the moon rose again from the distant darkness, round like a jade plate.

The moonlight is pale, but it has reached perfection.

From the extreme yang of the sun to the extreme yin of the full moon, and the last variable of the first seven...

Tonight, it is appropriate to raise the corpse.

Yan Shixun, who had been waiting calmly, opened his eyes, and calmly looked around with the help of Xishuang's eyes.

If he guessed right, tonight would be the most important turning point.

Under the double nourishment of the full moon and the first seven, the negative power reaches its peak.The vulva is wide open, and the ghost seeks revenge.

As a wandering lonely soul, Xishuang will also get the biggest increase in strength.

If it is said that Xishuang will gain the power to kill all the bandits and make the bandits still fear and fear a hundred years later, it must be tonight.

The mutation will start!

Overcast clouds gathered in all directions, gradually covering the full moon, and the darkness under the night was as dark as ink.

While Yan Shixun was waiting with bated breath, a deep voice that was not angry and arrogant, seemed to come from a distant void that did not belong to the human world, piercing the darkness and reaching Xishuang's ear.

'Ghost Attack Shuang of Xinsang, I heard your plea—become a ghost, ask for power, and take revenge on those you are angry and resentful. '

Yan Shixun's heart shuddered, and he immediately followed the sound.

Overcast and cloudy, only a little bit of dim light illuminates the garden full of roses.

A tall figure slowly came from a distance, as if there was nothing under his feet, only the long robe draped over his shoulders dragged along the flowers.Wherever it passed, the flowers and plants withered and lost their vitality, and the ground was scorched and dead.

When Yan Shixun, who was staying in Xishuang's severed head on the ground, looked back against the light, the figure stood still not far in front of him, and the thick ghostly aura kept eroding the vitality around him.Looking upwards from the ground made the figure too tall, enough to cover the sky and the moon.

It was as if, under the yin and icy full moon, only that figure was the only ruler at the intersection of yin and yang.

With the help of the faint light, Yan Shixun managed to see the specific appearance of that figure.

It was a face that did not belong to any kind of ghosts and spirits that Yan Shixun had ever seen. Compared with the strong ghostly aura, it was more inclined to the handsome face of a human adult male. The inviolable majestic aura that comes from being in power.

Only the two strange black lines near the man's temples distinguished him from ordinary humans.

In Yan Shixun's eyes, that figure continued to exude thick black energy, almost like a whole group of humanoid monsters composed entirely of darkness and ghostly energy.

Even if it was Xishuang who had turned into a ghost a hundred years later, the danger he felt was not enough to overcome the one-tenth of the vigilance this person brought him.

Yan Shixun has seen countless ghosts and monsters since being picked up by his master and followed his master to travel north and south. However, there was never a time when he had such a strong sense of crisis like this moment.

Even if he dug out all his memories, there was only one time when he had a vague but similar feeling when he was young before being picked up by his master.

Just when Yan Shixun was extremely vigilant and focused on observing this ghostly figure, Xi Shuang agreed without hesitation.

'That's right!I want those people, feel like me, no!It is a hundred times as painful as mine! '

The wronged soul screamed: "Unforgivable, unforgivable!"They are not worthy of being human, they are not qualified to wear human skin and continue to hurt others!Why no one can judge them, why no one punish them!They must die, they cannot walk half a step out of this mountain, they must die here, stay here forever, and can no longer hurt anyone! '

'Have you made up your mind yet? '

The voice of that figure was low and cold, like a ghost or god sitting majestically in the Palace of Hell in Fengdu to judge the dead.

'To fall into a ghost is to give up entering reincarnation, and you will be trapped by your own hatred forever.It is not possible for you to re-enter reincarnation until the unkindness of the heavens makes the remaining variables appear. '

'I do not care!I only want Zhou Shi and those other bandits, and I will pay for my life with my life! '

Xishuang was so angry that blood and tears flowed from his eyes, and fell into the soil, causing the scorched and withered blood-stained roses to bloom again.

Yan Shixun seemed to hear that figure smiled, but it was just as slight as his illusion, and there was nothing when he listened carefully.

"If the underworld doesn't judge, Fengdu will rule." '

That voice is extremely majestic, like the way of ghosts walking itself: "The new mourning ghost strikes frost, rise——"

The cloud suddenly lifted, and the sky was as high as the eaves of a palace.

Pale moonlight suddenly fell, shining on the rotting skull of Xishuang's body.

There was a rustling sound in the sacks filled with broken corpses in the firewood room.

The long-dried blood squirmed and gathered again from the dry firewood on the ground, and the body parts and minced meat were reassembled into a human shape, and rolled down on the head beside it, and those muddy and dim red eyes suddenly opened wide.

On the night of the first full moon of the seventh month, Xishuang, who died full of resentment, returned as a ghost in the midst of the wind and ghosts overflowing in the garden.

At this time, the villa is still lively and bright with drinking and drinking.

The moment Xishuang stood up, Yan Shixun quickly scanned the place where the figure was standing with the help of her eyes.

However, the moonlight was bright, but that figure had disappeared at some point.