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The underworld is very quiet.

And Yan Luodian is the quietest place among them.

Because this is the residence of the ruler of the entire underworld, naturally no one dares to make trouble here.What's more, although ghosts come and go like clouds in the underworld, there are only a few people who can go in and out of it.

Who knew that Yan Mo, as the master of Yan Luo Palace, actually didn't like such quietness?

She is not the kind of serious and serious controller, on the contrary, in order to relieve her boredom, Yan Mo's favorite thing to do is to torture other people she can meet.

It's hard to say how much happiness she has experienced from it, but... being idle is idle anyway, isn't it?

She thought that her life would always go on like this.Decades, hundreds of years, thousands of years... nothing interesting, but it's not too difficult to live on. ——That’s how it used to be, didn’t it?

Until a guest came from the underworld.

……

Before he could see the person coming, Yan Mo saw the light first.

- There is no light in the underworld.

As the master of the underworld, who possesses Yan Mo's eyes and is named after it, Yan Mo naturally does not need light to help him see.

In fact, people living in the underworld are already used to this seemingly long and eternal night.

They don't know what light is, so night seems to be taken for granted.

But Yan Mo remembered the appearance of light.

Maybe it's been a long time, maybe it involves some more secret things, she can't trace back when, where, and what kind of scene she saw, but until now, she still has the feeling in her heart that can make the future come true. The ardor and warmth that stab people's eyes.

However, the light in front of him was different.

The misty blue light spread from the lantern held by the other party to the surroundings, perhaps because it was blocked by the lamp wall, so it appeared very soft.Looking from a distance, one could only see a faint blue light, covering the entire body of the future visitor. Under such light, the other person's figure and appearance could not be seen clearly.

She couldn't help but startled.

Yan Mo's eyes can see through everything in the world, and everything in front of him should not have appeared.And yet it came, so of course.

Then Yan Mo heard the other party ask, "Is this the underworld?"

……

This is the underworld.

The eternal night and silence, ghosts coming and going, and a few special beings who originally lived here.

The person in front of him is neither of them.

When the other party was slowly approaching wrapped in a misty blue light, and when he walked in front of him, Yan Mo's eyes finally penetrated the faint light and saw the other party's appearance.Long white hair hangs softly behind her, wearing a wreath on her head, her face is dusty.As they got closer, Yan Mo finally saw clearly that she was not walking with a lamp, but sitting on a pole out of thin air, being led forward by it.And the cyan light emitted by the drooping lantern turned into a butterfly and fluttered beside her.

It's different from anyone in the underworld, Yan Mo thought.

The visitor had a slight smile on her face, and she said, "I heard that there is no day in the underworld, right? I like it here."

Then she turned her head to look at Yan Mo, and suddenly leaned over, "I heard the voice in your heart." She said, "It guided me to come here."

"What?" Yan Mo was alert.

It is true that the visitor looks outstanding, gentle and harmless, but if he can quietly appear in the underworld without disturbing the pair of brothers, how can Yan Mo not care about it?But now, the other party said that he was guided here by the voice in his heart.

The woman sitting on the lamp got closer, and the green lamp and Xiangyun under her got closer together, and then the other party looked into her eyes and asked, "Do you want to hear my story?"

"story?"

"Yes, I know many, many strange stories." The woman with a pretty face said, "You can listen to these stories for a long time, and your heart... will never be bored again."

Then she asked, "Would you like to hear my story?"

……

This monster named Qing Xingdeng stayed in the underworld and became the new resident of Yan Luo Palace.

In fact, Yan Mo, as the master of the underworld, has heard her name before. —from the mouths of many ghosts who have passed through the underworld.

According to the stories passed down by word of mouth, she was a very frightening monster, lurking in the night.She draws people in with stories, then sucks their souls out.

Of course Yan Mo didn't believe it.If the soul is sucked away, these ghosts will not appear in the underworld.But even so, in her mind, a monster that can make people so fearful must be powerful and terrifying.

——Of course, Yan Mo, the master of the underworld, will not be afraid.But she never thought that Qing Xingdeng would be such a... monster.

She is beautiful and charming, as if she doesn't care about other things, and only thinks about her own stories every day.

When Yan Mo is free, he will listen to her tell stories.And if Yan Mo has other things to be busy with, she will not wander around, but stay in the hall of Yan Luo, practicing her new story over and over again.

Since she came, life has indeed become less boring and has become more interesting.

Although the underworld is still the same, the Yan Luo Temple is still the same, quiet and deserted.But now, these spaces seem to be filled with stories one after another, making Yan Mo feel that every day seems to be different.

Qing Xingdeng also likes this place very much, because there is no sunrise, no daytime, and there is an audience who will never lose interest, and she can tell all her stories.

The only thing that bothers her is that, in the Underworld, there seems to be no way to keep time.

As long as she was free, she seemed to be telling stories, and she couldn't tell how many days had passed.At the beginning, Qing Xingdeng was very concerned about this issue, but then he gradually forgot about it.

But Yan Mo still remembered.

……

On this day, when Qing Xingdeng appeared in front of him, Yan Mo asked, "Are you going to tell your hundredth story?"

Qing Xingdeng was slightly taken aback, is it already the hundredth day?

time flies.She was immersed in all kinds of stories, and also immersed in boundless happiness, forgetting the existence of everything around her.But the hundredth day, it really came.

She lowered her eyes, "Then, let me tell you my own story. That is... the strange story of Qing Xingdeng."

A monster who walks in the dark and loves to tell and listen to stories.Before turning into a monster, she was actually just a very ordinary person.She just likes to tell stories very much, and every night she will tell stories with people who also like strange stories.Until the nine stories of No.90 are finished, and then...

"Do you still want to listen?" She asked Yan Mo.

Yan Mo said, "Actually, I have heard this story before."

"Have you heard?"

"Yes." Yan Mo replied, "No one dares to listen to your hundredth story, because after listening to it, they will be left in the night forever and never see the sunrise again."

But Yan Mo is not afraid.

Because there is no sunrise in the underworld, it is always night.

"That's right." Qing Xingdeng said softly, "I'm not afraid anymore." Staying in the dark, being able to hear more ghost stories and tell more people her own stories, is what she likes .

However, in the world, there are fewer and fewer people listening to her stories.Because when people know her identity, they will run away immediately in fright.So walking in the dark night, Qing Xingdeng couldn't help but feel at a loss, not knowing where to go.

Then, she heard a voice.

"The voice of your heart." She looked at Yan Mo, "It guided me to come here."

Then I had the happiest time of my life.

"So, after the hundredth story, will you leave?" Yan Mo asked.

"Are you still willing to listen to the following story?" Qing Xingdeng asked back.

"Of course." Yan Mo replied.

"Then I'll stay."

……

After Qing Xingdeng decided to stay and continue the story, Yan Mo did not rush to ask her a new story, but said, "Would you mind coming to my side?"

Compared with the auspicious cloud under Yan Mo's own seat, the handle of Qing Xingdeng's lantern is too slender.Although he knew that she was not really sitting on the handle, Yan Mo still felt uncomfortable every time he saw it.

Therefore, after confirming that Qingxing Deng would stay in the underworld for a long time, Yan Mo planned to solve this problem.

Qing Xingdeng was startled, then shook his head, "No way. I can't leave this paper lantern."

It's not that she wants to keep this look, but that she can't leave it.This is the "green lantern".

Yan Mo tried to make her sit on his auspicious cloud with a lantern, but failed.But Yan Mo did not give up.She thought for a moment and asked, "You hate sunrises, don't you?"

"Yes. That would end my story."

"But you have been wandering in the dark night, sometimes you still miss the light?" Yan Mo asked again.

Qing Xingdeng nodded.

When no one was listening to her stories, she felt that the night was too lonely.But that feeling goes away when someone tells the story with themselves.

Yan Mo said, "Actually, I have always felt that the underworld is always in the dark night, which is too monotonous."

She smiled slightly as she spoke, and raised her hand, the auspicious cloud under her seat turned into a crescent moon, exuding a warm yellow soft light, instantly illuminating the surroundings.And she herself sat upon the crescent, like a god.

No, she is a god, Qing Xingdeng thought.

And now, the god is smiling at himself and holding out his hand.She said, "Come here."

Qing Xingdeng held the hand hesitantly, and the other party exerted a little force, and her body was forced to move over, and fell into the other party's arms accurately.

The clasped hands were not let go, and Yan Mo whispered in her ear, "Now, you can start telling your story."

Qing Xingdeng felt a little hot on his face.After a while, he calmed down and began to tell the ghost stories that he was proud of.Her voice was low and soft, and the two of them snuggled together quietly, looking extremely harmonious.

And behind them, the light of Qingyue sprinkled every corner of the underworld.

Everlasting glory.

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