I, the ghost hunter, chase my wife thousands of miles away! [Rebirth]

The field of vision is chaotic, like the fog in the sky when the sky is bright, the smoke is condensed, it is pale, and only the outlines of objects can be vaguely seen.

Shao Mobai's mind was fuzzy, he only subconsciously tried to push the layer of clouds and mists, layer by layer, as if he was being hit in cotton, and he couldn't borrow his strength.But besides removing the fog, he really had nothing else to do, so he could only imitate the gold-carving craftsman and walk forward persistently, waving the fog while walking.

After a long time, an object finally appeared in the blank field of vision. It was not a misreading in a trance, but it was absolutely real, a real thing.

When he took a closer look, he realized that it was a crystal coffin. The surface of the coffin was crystal clear, like the eyes of a young girl with cardamom, full of watery light.

Shao Mubai peeked inside from various angles, but he couldn't see the person in the coffin clearly.He looked around again, still only blank.He walked around the coffin twice, always feeling strange, and finally, out of curiosity, he turned the glazed fan in his arms into a dagger, and pried the three-inch-thick coffin lid.

"Boom!"

The coffin lid was flipped open, and there was a loud noise on the icy ground, echoing back and forth in the empty secret realm.

Shao Mobai exhaled with a complete sense of merit, clapped his hands and twirled the glazed fan, putting it in his arms.But at the moment when he saw the scene in the coffin, his face paled.

Inside lay a person with a good face and a thin figure, with his hands neatly placed on his chest, looking very peaceful.

But there was a dagger stuck in his heart, and the hideous skull embedded in the hilt broke this tranquility.Even the cinnabar mole under the left eye, which should have been bright red, became dull and grayish brown.

The appearance of this person in eternal sleep is a poisonous thorn in his heart.

As if being hit by a thunderbolt, his whole body was shaken, and his face was as pale as a bone.

He seemed to have fallen into an icy deep pool, even the only hot corner of his heart was cold, he didn't care so much, and rushed forward.

He exclaimed in surprise, but the scene in front of him suddenly darkened, and when he opened his eyes again, there was another scene in front of him.

In a spacious but plainly decorated room, there is a picture of Shilan Yingchun hanging on the wall. There is no bright paint, but a simple composition drawn with ink.Just like this painting, the whole room has such a simple structure. The two blue and white porcelain vases placed at the door of the compartment are the only bright colors, but for no reason there is an elegance that is completely opposite to the dazzling array.

Shao Mobai was sure that this was a place that he didn't remember, so he looked around the furnishings in the room again, and finally his eyes fell on the person beside the bed.

That was Duan Wuji.

He sat upright on the wooden bench beside the bed, tilted his head slightly, his clear eyes were full of doubts, but there was a considerable part of ecstasy mixed in the doubts.It's just that his lower eyelids were black and blue, presumably because he hadn't slept well for many days, and his entire face, which was as smooth as suet jade, was a little haggard.

Having experienced the previous crystal coffin, Shao Mobai could no longer distinguish the dream from reality, and only tentatively called the other party's name.

"Wuji, is this a dream, or is it real?"

He thinks it should be a dream, after all, the scene before coma is vivid in his mind, he is already on the verge of coma, and Zhuo Hun is about to attack Duan Wuji, it is a desperate situation with no way out.How can it be like now, lying in the warm quilt, the beloved is still in front of you.

However, the reaction of the person opposite made him puzzled again.After Duan Wuji heard his words, his body like a wood carving moved, and the cinnabar mole at the end of his eyes seemed to come alive, dazzlingly red.

"Wuji?" Shao Mobai called him again.

Duan Wuji twitched all over, grabbed the stool and threw himself into Shao Mengbai's arms.

"Wuji, what's the matter? Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm here."

Smelling the faint fragrance of the other party's hair, Shao Mobai realized that this was not a dream.He didn't have time to think about what happened before, he just wanted to appease the frightened bird in his arms first.

He wanted to raise his right arm to touch his back, but found that the pain was so painful that he couldn't move at all, so he had to use his left hand again.That's right, before Zhuohun slashed his right shoulder with a knife, thank God that he didn't take off the whole arm.

Duan Wuji curled up in his arms, like a wolf cub who lost its mother at birth.Shao Mubai gently patted his back and stroked his hair. After a long time, this man opened his hoarse voice and said:

"You scared me..."

Shao Mobai stroked along the line of his back, and said softly: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect this to happen. I will practice spells hard in the future, and if someone comes to make trouble again, I will make him unable to bear it."

Duan Wuji pressed against his chest, "That's not what I'm talking about."

Shao Mobai thought for a while, then his eyes fell on his immobile right arm, and he said: "Don't worry, my injury is not serious, I didn't hurt any bones and muscles, I will recover after two days of rest, and I will be fine."

At this point, Duan Wuji finally raised his head from his arms, stared at him carefully, with a serious expression, "Have you forgotten what happened that day?"

It turned out that "what happened that day" scared the little devil, but Shao Mobai's mind went blank again, and he couldn't remember what happened that day.

So I could only nod with guilt, "I seemed to pass out that day. Did something important happen afterwards?"

At this point, Duan Wuji seemed to realize the seriousness of the situation. He took a bronze mirror and asked Shao Mobai to look at it himself, and asked, "Do you know this thing on your forehead?"

Shao Mobai took a closer look - hey, why is there an extra flower tint painted by his daughter's family on his forehead?It's still the shape of flames. The person who drew this for him has too wild taste, right?

"You drew it for me?"

Duan Wuji saw that he didn't even remember this, the light in his eyes dimmed a bit, he had no choice but to say:

"It's something you grew out of yourself, and it can't be washed off."

Then, he told all the things that happened that day.

"That day, I thought we were doomed. But suddenly your mana increased greatly, your eyes turned red, and you rushed towards the turbid soul like a madman. You defeated him in less than ten moves, and you beat him to ashes. None left. I...have never seen you like that, and I thought you had some other spells that I didn't know about. But I called your name, but you didn't know me, and there was only murderous look on your face."

Shao Yubai's heart tightened, "Then did I hurt you?"

Duan Wuji said: "Of course not. At that time, you looked at me, as if you were looking behind me again, very creepy. But in the end you didn't do anything to me, you only took back the tear pill from Zhuohun, and passed out."

Shao Mobai breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Luckily, I'm so crazy that I can't even recognize you..."

He stroked the cheek of the person in front of him, and said again: "Did you scare you?"

Duan Wuji rubbed his palm subconsciously, "It's okay. I was just afraid that you would wake up like that again, so I just..."

"That's why you have been guarding me all the time, afraid that something will happen to me again?" Shao Mobai laughed, "Wuji, are you not afraid that I will wake up like that again and do something to you?"

Duan Wuji looked away, and muttered in a very low voice: "I admit it."

Shao Mobai stared at his side face in a daze, as if someone's hand had poked the tip of his heart, it was itchy.He shook Duan Wuji's hand with a naughty smile, and said:

"Then you took care of me hand in hand these days when I was sleepy?"

Duan Wuji didn't move his eyes or face, "Yes."

"Then you changed my clean clothes now?"

"......Um."

"Then you wiped the original blood on my body?"

"Say it~"

"Did you see all of me? You have to be responsible~"

"I'm sick of you!"

Shao Mubai laughed loudly, but he forgot about his injury in the moment of complacency, and pulled the wound, causing him to gasp in pain.

"Ouch yo yo..."

The corner of Duan Wuji's lips curled up, "Retribution!"

"Wow - Wuji you actually said that about me, I'm your husband!"

"Hmph, I've said it all, I'm the husband and you are the wife."

The two talked for a long time, and when they said they were tired and had taken the medicine, Shao Mobai suddenly remembered something and asked:

"By the way, did you say anything before the turbid soul disappeared that day?"

Duan Wuji thought for a while, and said: "It's nothing, just very surprised, I don't believe that your spells have increased suddenly. But... He seemed to know you, and when he finally disappeared completely, he yelled—— 'White Festival'."

White Festival? !

Shao Zhengbai was stunned - this was a word he had heard before in the turbulent Wangchuan River.

The monster at the bottom of the river seemed to hate Bai Ji to the bone, and kept saying that he would die without a place to bury him.

At that time, he learned from the kid on duty that the Wangchuan River had been very calm before, and there had never been any disturbance until Shao Mobai passed by.

Therefore, he has always suspected that he may have something to do with this "white sacrifice".And Zhuohun yelled the name at him before he died, which further confirmed his guess.

"Do you know that person?" Duan Wuji's question pulled him back.

He rubbed Duan Wuji's hand, and slowly said: "Maybe I know him, but I don't know who he is yet."

Duan Wuji said: "Don't you know Mingjun? You can ask him when you hand over the tear pill this time."

Shao Zhengbai had this intention, "Okay."

Duan Wuji thought of something again, and said: "But the top priority now is another matter."

Shao Mubai nodded, understanding what he meant, "The ghost is gone, and the tear pill has not washed the soul yet."

Before that, it cannot be handed over to Mingjun.

"Is there any other way?"

"It does. Find the person who has the greatest relationship with him, and use double the mana to complete it."

"Then let's go find it."

"However... the ghost didn't reveal a single word, so looking for it like this is undoubtedly looking for a needle in a haystack."

Looking for ghosts and monsters can also be done by searching for breath, but if you want to find a mortal who has nothing to do with the tear pill and the underworld, you really have no clue.

Duan Wuji rolled his eyes and said, "There is a way."

"How to say?"

"Go to Zhao Wen. He's been looking through the files recently. It should be easier to find a case related to the mute."

Shao Mobai suddenly realized: "That's right! The ghosts and monsters have deep grievances, and the targets of their attacks are all red guards. They must have received inhuman punishment. As long as there is anything related to punishment, it must be recorded in the file!"

As he spoke, he kissed Duan Wuji hard, "Wuji, you are so smart!"

Playing hooligans as soon as you wake up, stinky old Shao!