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The three candles flickered in the night, and fine pieces of pagoda trees covered the ground near the two ice coffins. Xie Yan, who had been bathed in incense, squatted on top of them with a dull face, concentrating on drawing complicated spells.Pu Xinjiu leaned on the side silently, sweeping the battle for him.

The surroundings were quiet, with the occasional soft sound of the breeze blowing the leaves nearby.Xie Yan stood up, everything was ready, and still needed to be guided by the beloved thing of the deceased.

Beloved of the dead?Xie Yan glanced back at the woman lying silently in the ice coffin, it should be Yue Shi...

The final step is to stab the dagger into the heart of the victim, causing the blood to flow onto the charm on the ground.He shivered several times, and the dagger was scorching hot, but he couldn't pierce Lan Yueshi's chest.

"If you delay any longer, you will miss the time." Pu Xinjiu reminded softly.

Xie Yan nodded, and twisted his disobedient right hand fiercely, until the back of his hand was bruised, and then he closed his eyes and stabbed down violently.

In an instant, cool blood gushed out, and even a lot of blood splashed into Xie Yan's mouth.Xie Yan slowly raised his hand, wiped it with the back of his hand, and watched expressionlessly as the blood trickling down gradually soaked the sawdust under his feet, allowing the complicated spells to be covered in blood, emitting a blood-red ominous light.

It turns out that a person can shed so much blood.Under the candlelight, Xie Yan's face loomed in the darkness, like a ghost, flickering on and off.Looking at the blood red under his feet, he felt dizzy one after another.

The blood in the formation shot up to the sky, and the floating thin fragments of light seemed to be alive, pouring into the man's pale body.The three candles symbolizing the three souls on the ice coffin burned violently with a hula under the pouring of blood, and made a soft beeping sound, which was clearer and audible than the beating of one's own heart.

It seems to have worked.

Xie Yan quietly looked at the three bright candles, which were soul essence exchanged with Lan Yueshi's blood.

The child's hour has come, and the cold wind blows over the moon.The sound of the watch outside the house rang a total of twelve times, and each sound was more touching than the last.

"How did this happen?" Xie Yan staggered two steps, and threw himself in front of the ice coffin, a shocking bloodstain appeared on the sole of his foot, the hand supporting the coffin door turned white, and veins burst out.When he clearly agreed to Lanyue, he clearly promised to rescue Chu Ge.However, after a stick of incense passed, the person lying in the ice coffin was pale, his lips were black, lifeless.

Xie Yan scratched his hair with his hands, and his bewildered face looked particularly terrifying under the ravages of messy hair, "Why didn't he come back to life? Did he wake up after a while?"

"Is there something I did wrong? It must be something I did wrong, it must be. Lanyue will not die in vain..."

"Let me read what the book said... there must be a way..."

With trembling hands, the lunatic caressed an old book from a long time ago.On the peeled title page of the book, the word "Calling the Soul" can be vaguely seen, and the rest of the handwriting seems to be unclear because the pages have been rubbed for too long.

Pu Xinjiu, who was quietly leaning against the pillar, rubbed his temples with a headache, then stared at a certain direction around Xie Yan, and sighed softly: "The three souls are already lit, you have succeeded."

"Then why didn't he wake up..." Pu Xinjiu's words were like a ray of requiem, gradually calming down Xie Yan's manic heart.

"He's right here." Pu Xinjiu pointed to a place three inches away from Xie Yan, "but you can't see him."

As if to confirm his words, the three soul fires leaped neatly, Xie Yan turned his head as he said, and it was really empty.

"He said he didn't want to live alone." The detached weak soul tried its best to resist the powerful attraction of the forbidden magic circle that dragged him back to his body. He said, repeating word for word, "let alone the life that was exchanged for Lanyue. I failed to protect the one I love, because I was too weak and incompetent in my life. Since Yuemei has passed away, the only hope In the next life, God can give him a chance to be reincarnated as a violinist, just like how Sima Xiangru met Zhuo Wenjun, using the sound of the violin for three days to provoke her to catch a glimpse..."

"In the end, he said he was sorry for you."

Everything is ready, only the return of the soul is owed, but all the calculations have not been counted, Lan Yueshi died, how could Chu Ge be willing to stay in the world alone?

For a long time, no one answered, until the three faint soul lamps on the ice coffin gradually went out, and three puffs of undetectable blue smoke came out.There was a cold wind in the middle of the night, blowing the passing blue smoke into silk fluffs, and dissipating them in the air.

Pu Xinjiu, who has never been able to comfort others, looks at the people who have been hit by thunderbolts for several days in a sympathetic heart: "If there is anything I can help, just ask."

"Pu Ge..." Xie Yan raised his head in a hoarse voice, his eyes were dazzlingly red, revealing a trace of strangeness, "Find me a piano."

"No problem." Knowing that he was sad, Pu Xinjiu readily agreed, "Don't hold back your unhappiness, it will make you feel better if you express it."

Obviously Xie Yan listened.

Because in the following days, Xie Yan was like a madman, practicing the piano desperately to express the depression in his heart.He has always been expressionless, as if that heart died with the death of his family.Xie Yan never shed tears again, but the ghosts and wolves in the city seemed to be crying for him.

"My lord." He thoughtlessly poked the dimple on the child's face a few times, making the baby lying in the cradle narrow his dark eyes and giggle non-stop, "The drowned ghost asked me to ask, what is this?" When is the end of the day—”

As soon as the words fell, there was a piercing sound of the piano, and he was so frightened that he had no brains and shot like lightning, and covered his ears with lightning speed.The baby in the swaddle suddenly seemed to be frightened, and his mouth crooked and began to cry.

When Pu Xinjiu turned around, he saw the kid's mouth opening and closing, so he pulled out the cotton from his ears, hugged the baby in his arms, and poked the dimple on the baby's round face with his hand: "What did you just say?" ?”

Clutching his ears, he shook his head thoughtlessly.

Time can heal everything, whether it is scars, or love and hatred.When Xie Yan finally learned "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix" and focused all his attention on growing radishes, all the little ghosts in the city were overjoyed and wanted to run around to tell the truth.The drowned ghost was so happy that he decided not to charge for the boat, and carried people for three days and three nights for free.

It's a pity that time goes by too slowly.

It may also be that Xie Yan concealed it so well that Pu Xinjiu never noticed it.

Every time in the middle of the night, Xie Yan only felt that his body was on fire, as if he was being scorched by flames, and even the breath he exhaled was scorching hot.This day he couldn't stand it anymore, so he dragged his feet, touched the side of the well, scooped up a scoop of cold well water, poured it down with his head up, and the water that he had no time to swallow in the future flowed down his body, shining brightly under the faint moonlight .Seeing no improvement at all, he picked up a wooden bucket of well water and poured it on his head, his whole body shook violently, the biting cold made Xie Yan dazed for a moment.He felt that there seemed to be an unusual cold breath in the air, as if it could relieve the heat in his blood. He wiped his forehead full of water marks, and moved hesitantly to a certain corner.

Newborn babies are shallow sleepers, and the slightest movement will make a fuss.With the help of his female ghost, Pu Xinjiu finally put the little ancestor to sleep, he was already dizzy.Apparently, the darkness and fatigue could not obscure his keen five senses, and he vaguely heard a rustling sound coming from the backyard.

Lan Yueshi and Chu Ge were buried together in the backyard, and Pu Xinjiu wanted to know which little ghost with no eyes would dare to act wildly on his territory.Once in the backyard, Pu Xinjiu pointed to the wind, and the two red lanterns under the eaves lit up instantly, shaking slightly, dragging the shadow of the uninvited visitor curled up in the corner of the backyard.

"Who?" Looking at the man's stiff back for a moment, Pu Xinjiu felt more and more familiar... So he stepped forward quickly, grabbed the man's shoulders, and suddenly showed a broken face, couldn't help it He screamed: "Xie Yan, what's wrong with you?!"

"Wake up!" Pu Xinjiu's gaze lingered for a moment inside the coffin that exuded an inexplicable smell and only left stumps, and then returned to Xie Yan's filthy face. "What happened to you……"

Halfway through waking up like a dream, the pale-faced Xie Yan suddenly scratched his throat, but even though his mouth was dripping with blood, he couldn't vomit out what he had swallowed when he lost his mind.What disgusted him even more was that he felt a surge of force calming the mania in his veins, and the slowly flowing magic energy filled his whole body with a disgusting sense of satisfaction.

Xie Yan's crimson eyes and pale face reflected against the candlelight, which made people's heart tremble.Pu Xinjiu looked at him, and said with difficulty: "It's okay... Moxiu should be like this, you didn't do anything wrong——"

Demon cultivators have always devoured other people's flesh and blood, absorbing their cultivation, you did nothing wrong.A faint voice sounded from the bottom of Xie Yan's heart, making it impossible to refute.

Later, in order to suppress the voice in his heart, Xie Yan started playing the piano again.

The melodious and continuous sound of the piano, high and low, light and heavy, like resentment and admiration, weeping and complaining, like a secluded spring, resounds on time every evening in the ghost town of Fengdu, driving away the restless evil spirits outside the city. The evil spirit spreads a barrier of sound waves for the whole city, and even the little ghosts in the city are fascinated by it.Occasionally, the sound of the piano will be mixed with a ray of quiet Xiao, which floats with the wind like a gossamer. The splash of the spring, against the setting sun like blood outside the city, is very soul-stirring.

"There is a beautiful woman, I will never forget it when I see it. I don't see her for a day, and I think about it like crazy—" She dialed the piano with her hands, and the sound of the piano was lingering, singing and playing, Xie Yan suddenly darkened.As soon as he raised his head, he saw a cold beauty staring at him with a night knife in his hand, looking like a snowy man, it was shocking.

The hem of the beauty's clothes was covered in blood, and it was unknown how many demons and evil spirits had been beheaded.He opened his lips and whispered two words, his voice was colder than the sound of the piano at his fingertips.

"Thank you for the banquet..."