I treat you as a brother "Quickly wear"

Red moon

Qin Muye sold the opal left by Xiao Zhiyue, bought some daily necessities, and lived in the old house like this.

However, the cost of living was still far from enough, and he was always hungry, so Qin Muye thought about what to do to make a living and earn some money.

It has rained several times in the past two days. Many fungi grew on the lawn and woods outside the old house. They are all fresh wild mushrooms. Few people set foot in this place. Qin Muye saw a lot of mushrooms when he walked around. Overjoyed, he pulled some Achnatherum splendens and weaved a basket, and went to pick mushrooms with the basket on his shoulders.

The mushrooms that grow on the grass after the rain are very small, the canopy has little meat, and the stems are thin and long.

But this kind of skinny wild mushroom is dried and soaked in water. Whether it is mixed with cold dishes or soup, it is a must. Even if you only sprinkle a little salt, it will be so fragrant that you can't wait to swallow your tongue.

This kind of small mushroom is worthless fresh, and it becomes a mountain delicacy after being dried in the sun.Fresh mushrooms can be sold for four to five yuan a catty at most, and dried mushrooms can be sold for tens of yuan per catty. It is rainy this season, and the mushrooms grow one after another. Qin Muye picked more mushrooms to dry after the rain, and then Can earn a living expenses.

Qin Muye picked up all the edible mushrooms with a basket all morning. There were more than a dozen baskets. He processed the mushrooms and dried them in the sun.

It was really hot to pick mushrooms in the sun. Qin Muye took off his sweaty clothes, soaked them in water, sprinkled washing powder on them, and started to wash them. After rubbing them for a while, he felt something strange. Yuan stood on the second floor, looking at him with a strange look.

Qin Muye waved: "Longyuan, where are your dirty clothes, throw them away, I'll wash them for you."

Long Yuan glanced across Qin Muye's shoulders, the boy in front of him hadn't grown up yet, but he could already see his strong and powerful physique in the future.

The young man has the most blood, long hands and long legs, because he has been busy under the sun for a long time, his wheat-colored skin is covered with a thin layer of sweat, Qin Muye in front of him looks like fresh food that has been washed with water .

Really tempting.

Long Yuan licked his lips, took a step back, half hidden behind the window, and said hoarsely: "No need."

While the sun was still high in the sky, the shadows hiding in the dark of the old house began to stir, rustling sounds came from everywhere, they all stared at Qin Muye, greedily sucking the vitality of living people.

Long Yuan took a glance, and those shadows disappeared.

"I'm going to burn paper for my grandpa after washing the clothes. You take care of yourself alone. Don't sit around foolishly for a long time. After it rains, it's cold on the ground and hemorrhoids will develop."

Long Yuan was silent for a moment, he poked his head out from upstairs, and threw a bouquet of dried flowers at Qin Muye: "I don't know how to get hemorrhoids, you really don't speak elegantly."

"Okay, you are elegant, I am vulgar, you sit on a cushion, don't catch a cold."

Qin Muye chattered, washed his clothes and hung them up to dry.

Today is July [-]th, Qin Muye was going to visit the old man's grave, he simply cleaned up, carried a big plastic bag and went out, picked some mushrooms on the way, and picked some wild vegetables that could be dried and stored.

As they were walking, a strange drum sounded, and Qin Muye saw a group of people approaching from a distance. The leader was a middle-aged man in Taoist robes, with a square head and big ears, holding a compass and chanting.

A few men and women in suits and leather shoes followed the Taoist priest, and the two middle-aged men in the lead were wiping tears with handkerchiefs.

The woman cried bitterly: "My Xiaopei is still unconscious, and the doctor can't find any symptoms. What should I do?"

Wang Weiming put his arms around his wife's shoulders and comforted him: "Wife, wait and see, my son said he saw dirty things in this area, and he fell ill after two days. As long as the dirty things are driven away, Xiaopei will recover." .”

The old Taoist priest had a loud voice, and Qin Muye could hear him chanting "The gate of hell opens on July [-]th, and the three souls and seven souls return to their places". Qin Muye glanced at the group of people walking around on the grass. , quicken the pace to leave.

When he arrived at the destination, he saw a crooked figure squatting on the ground from a distance.

That shadow was very familiar, with white hair glistening in the sun, a thin body like a skeleton, and the tattered gray clothes swaying in the wind, it was clearly the old man who had been dead for several months.

Qin Muye was startled, he ran over quickly holding the basket containing incense candles and offerings, and called "Grandpa", but the shadow did not move.

Taking a closer look, Qin Muye realized that the person dangling in the wind was not a person at all, but a bamboo pole wrapped in a plastic bag and tied with cloth strips.

Qin Muye looked at the plastic bag swaying in the wind, and placed the tribute under the tree. Hearing the rustling sound of the locust tree in the wind, he touched his chin.

There really is something wrong with this world.

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On the other side, the Taoist priests in yellow robes they met on Qin Muye Road stood in front of the ancient house.

"It's here, the souls of your children are locked here. You stop here, don't fall into the evil tricks."

The Taoist took out a few yellow talismans and patted them on the door of the house. The talismans burned as soon as they touched the gate, and the quaint-looking house also changed its appearance.

Scary blood stains snaked down the rusty gate, and a flock of crows flew out of nowhere, hovering above everyone's heads and screaming.

The gate opened with a creak, the blue lantern under the eaves shook violently, and the vines climbing on the wall of the house crawled slowly, covering the white bones under the corner.Black water gushed out from the ancient well, and in the midst of the strange decay, a figure stood by the lotus pond with a black umbrella, reaching out and slapping the water surface.

"Crack - clap -"

There was a large splash of water on the surface of the pond, and the water was dazzlingly red.Amidst the blood, the person holding the umbrella was dressed in white, squatting peacefully and harmlessly beside the lotus pond.

The Taoist priest was startled by everything in the garden, but after seeing the shadow in white clothes, he felt certain.

There is a common sense in the industry that the evil spirits are those who wear red clothes. The white ghost means that the ghost is still young and has no human life on its hands.

The Taoist raised his compass, stepped into the courtyard cautiously, drew out the mahogany sword behind his back and pointed at the ghost in white.

"The evil spirit Wang Pei saw was you. You are so vicious and vicious, and you can use magic to steal the soul of the living! Seeing that you are not blood-stained, as long as you take away Wang Pei's life If the soul comes back, I will not kill you, but will save you."

After patting the hand on the water, Long Yuan turned his head.

The umbrella covered his face, and the Taoist heard the ghost say coldly in a clear voice: "One fool who is not afraid of death is enough, one more will annoy me."

As soon as the words fell, blurred shadows appeared on the lotus leaves in the lotus pond. Their bodies were pure white, their faces were empty, and they stretched out their small hands like vines, touching the Taoist priest's body.

"Come play with us, we are so lonely!"

"Come on, become a flower fertilizer, hehehe——"

The cry of the crow above his head became more and more shrill, the cold air froze his blood, the Taoist could no longer move, his expression changed drastically, and only then did he realize that the boy in white in front of him was not a new ghost at all.

The reason why there is no breath of evil spirits is because...

The Taoist looked horrified at the umbrella held by the ghost.That umbrella is not black at all, it is obviously too red to appear black.

The Taoist priest's complexion changed drastically, he stabbed the peach wood sword in his hand at Longyuan fiercely, and at the same time shouted to the door: "You guys don't come in, go quickly, and go find the Xiao family's emissary!"

The disciples of the Taoist priest saw that the black umbrella in Ghost Shadow's hand turned, and the umbrella opened its bloody mouth, swallowing the yellow-robed Taoist priest whole.

"Ghost, there really are ghosts!"

"Master, hold on, woo woo woo, we will find a spirit messenger to rescue you!"

Everyone outside the house fled in all directions, and the middle-aged couple couldn't wait to go there. They supported each other and fled this terrifying place by rolling and crawling.

The gate of ghosts opens on July [-]th, and this house is the checkpoint between the ghost world and the spirit world.

Only this day, Long Yuan could no longer suppress the ghosts in the ancient house.

There were whistling sounds from all over the house, pale ghost hands reappeared, they grabbed Long Yuan's ankles, and led him to the depths of the lotus pond.

Longyuan remained motionless, and as the ghost shadow clung to him, his white clothes gradually turned red, and at the same time, his attire also slowly changed.

Long-haired jade crown, white clothes embroidered with dragons, a sword on the back, and a green bamboo flute at the waist.

If it weren't for the mottled blood stains on his clothes, the ancient costumed Longyuan around him would have looked like a fairy who had fallen into the mortal world.

The ghost hand in the pond clung to it, the ground wriggled and collapsed, and the dragon wall gradually fell into the mud.

Long Yuan didn't resist, even though he could easily confuse the living people and drive away the Taoist priests and spirit envoys, he couldn't get rid of everything in front of him.

Because the fifteenth day of the seventh month is the anniversary of Longyuan's death.

As an earth-bound spirit who cannot be saved, he will repeat the death scene over and over again on his death day, until he is transformed into a lost evil spirit under the attack of ghosts.

Just when Longyuan was about to sink into the darkness, a call came: "Longyuan!"

The familiar figure jumped into the sticky bloody pond. He broke through the ghostly figures and swam towards Longyuan with all his strength. He held the sinking figure in his arms and swam towards the shore with difficulty.

The ghost shadow entangled Qin Muye, and the sky was stained with impure blood. Long Yuan opened his eyes, a little moved, he gave a wry smile, and raised his hand to cover Qin Muye's eyes: "It's useless, this is my fate."

Qin Muye could not save him, and would even be implicated by the curse of the ancient house and become a part of the dead soul.

Qin Muye gritted his teeth, and Longyuan used the same trick to cover his sight with ghost eyes, but Qin Muye could clearly see everything around him before his sight was blocked.

There are moving ghosts everywhere, they surround Longyuan like jackals, even before the quiet and fresh lotus, countless pairs of ghost hands grow, trying to bring Longyuan into endless darkness.

"I'll take you out."

Qin Muye insisted, his clothes were tightly pressed to his body, his chest heaved violently, Long Yuan closed his eyes, listening to the beating of Qin Muye's heart.

Lively, the heartbeat that only living people can have.

The figure in Qin Muye's arms gradually became transparent, and Long Yuan understood that he would be dragged underground by ghosts just like every [-] o'clock in July before, and then turn into a resentful spirit to fight with the ghosts accumulated in the old house until they converged. The wandering souls that come are torn to pieces.

This is the curse that the Earthbound Spirit cannot escape.

Seeing that Longyuan was about to disappear, Qin Muye became anxious: "Qin Mo, come out and transform Longyuan back to me!"

"I, I don't know what to do... I only learned the first book of the earth spirit book in the "Nine Books of Deception". I can control the earth ghost, but Long Yuan is not an earth ghost. He is the strongest among the five ghosts. God damn it, I... I can't change!"

Qin Mo wanted to cry again, Qin Muye said it so easily, if he could control Longyuan, wouldn't he be able to walk sideways in the entire spirit world.

That's Long Yuan, the ghost king of heaven that even Xiao Zhiyue has to avoid. July [-]th is also the time when the ghost king transforms, even if he tries his best, he can't change.

"Qin Muye, you better run, before Longyuan transforms into a ghost king and completely lost his mind, we still have time to run fast...ah! It's too late."

Qin Mo's words came to an abrupt end, and he and Qin Muye saw Longyuan disappearing and reappearing in the sky at the same time.

That was Longyuan, but it wasn't.

The young man, who is as delicate as a doll, has matured a lot. With the sharpness of youth, the whole person looks extraordinarily strange, like a red moon rising from the sky, instantly dispelling the familiarity that Qin Mo had just had in his heart.

The pure white shirt turned into a thick red, his long hair was windless and automatic, Long Yuan blinked his blood-filled eyes, and when he saw Qin Muye, the corners of his lips curled up, his toes pointed, erratic like a fallen leaf And to.

Red clothes, red eyes, can fly.

Several pieces of information were integrated in Qin Mo's mind, and he was about to explode: "Qin Muye, run! He has become the ghost king and will tear apart the creatures in the ghost king's domain. Run away, hurry up!"

The ghost king who has lost his mind can eat the living!

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