Evil Doctor [Quick Transmigration]

Thin black clouds moved slowly in the sky, and a hazy crescent moon appeared and disappeared from time to time.

The cold wind blew through the bleak branches of the big trees, making a strange sound.

it's quiet and eerie

Mass Burial Mound.

Will-o'-the-wisps flickered, wild foxes screamed.

After being washed by the rain, there are countless coffins exposed outside, and the tattered coffin lids fell to the ground, exposing the rotting bones inside the coffin.

Among the piles of old graves overgrown with weeds, several new graves were added.

A few clusters of ghostly candles swayed in the wind, and it seemed that in the next second, a terrifying-looking ghost would crawl out of the tomb to enjoy the sacrifices.

A well-behaved and comely boy, about 15 years old, dressed in a blue cloth Taoist robe, with a bun on his arm, and a dust in his hand, climbed up from the center of the grave while supporting the head of the grave.

After patting the dirt and grass clippings on his clothes, he opened a pair of clear eyes and looked at the surrounding environment curiously and cautiously.

Because there is not much moonlight, the sky and the earth are dim and dull, as if there are countless pairs of eyes hidden in the darkness.

With the mournful chirping of foxes, the atmosphere was very strange.

The little boy gasped, rubbed his arms, and muttered: "The place of birth is a mass grave, so no one is lucky."

After finishing speaking, he looked down at the floating dust in his hand and the attire on his body, raised his hand to touch the long hair tied up, and thought to himself: "Taoist robe, floating dust, the identity set by the Lord God should be a Taoist priest."

"It seems that the background of this dungeon is set in ancient times."

"Go out alive and you win" VR game, there is a very humane setting.

When the player enters the copy of the ancient background, the system will automatically change the costume that matches the player's identity setting.

With a flick of his hand, the young man pinned the floating dust to his arms, put his hands around his mouth, and shouted loudly as he walked out: "Brother Yun——Sister Guan——"

"Jing Ke—where are you—"

Suddenly, there was a sound of rustling footsteps near the new graveyard not far away.

The boy's ears perked up, his heart skipped a beat, he quickly squatted down, and hid behind a deserted tomb that hadn't been repaired for a long time.

He poked out his black grape-like eyes, held his breath, and looked there cautiously.

Enter spy mode.

A gust of wind blew by.

I saw a vague, slender figure holding a dilapidated lantern cover appearing in the barren tomb.

He moves very fast, like a footless ghost floating in the air.

Soon, he stopped in front of a new grave.

An overly thin, pale hand stretched out from the darkness, and slowly grasped the thin wooden handle of the most flaming candle.

The loose long hair poured down with the movement of bending over, firmly blocking the face.

A white robe was blown up by the cold wind, and the clothes fluttered, looking very strange.

For no reason, it reminds people of those familiar ghost stories.

The young boy's eyes widened suddenly, he raised his hand to cover his mouth, his heart was beating like thunder, and his inner activities were very rich.

"Fuck, there really are ghosts coming to enjoy the sacrifice..."

"The ones in white clothes don't seem to be ghosts, don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."

"With such long hair, she might be a beautiful ghost sister..."

Holding the thin wooden handle with that pale hand, he slowly lifted the candle up and carefully lit the lantern wick in his hand.

With a "crack", a brighter flame lit up, driving back a small piece of darkness.

In the light of the fire, it can be clearly seen that there is a striking word "Dian" printed on the lantern.

These days, ghosts still light lanterns for themselves?

After the "ghost" finished lighting the lantern, he inserted the candle back into the grave.

At this time, another white and slender hand protruded from the darkness, the long and pointed nails were painted with Zhu Kou, making them dazzlingly red.

That hand rested softly on the upturned buttocks of the "ghost" in white, and pushed it gently.

"whee…"

An intentionally low, sweet and mature female voice with a cool tone sounded faintly.

"Brother, isn't it appropriate for you to do this?"

The little boy swallowed his saliva, clasped his hands, and covered his fragile little heart tremblingly.

These days, even ghosts have CP?

Come out in pairs to eat sacrifices, and even touch their buttocks, what about ghost abuse?

No, the young boy frowned suddenly, scratched his head, and fell into deep thought.

Why does this female ghost's voice sound so familiar?

It seems like I have heard it countless times.

Just when he was puzzled, the "female ghost" stepped out of the darkness and said with a light smile, "Take other people's sacrifices and light their lanterns."

"What if someone climbs out of the grave and asks you to settle accounts?"

She was wearing a loose white black dress and a small cap on her head. She had a graceful figure and covered her lips softly, so she couldn't see her face.

"If it has the courage to come out to settle accounts, my brother will kill him, and earn points to buy candy for you."

The "ghost" in white laughed softly, straightened up, turned to look at her, and said frivolously.

"Okay, I'm afraid that a ghost's points are not enough to buy candies."

Hearing this, the "female ghost" laughed even more joyfully.

"Then, come and kill one, come and kill a pair."

The "ghost" in white said absently.

A rotten real ghost's hand that had just protruded from the grave and was about to drag the "female ghost"'s ankle trembled violently, and quickly retracted into the grave.

Helpless and pitiful.

The real ghost who was robbed of the candle was shivering in the coffin.

Terrible, terrible.

Can't be bothered.

The "ghost" in white turned his face sideways, his evil and handsome face was exposed in the candlelight, looking condescendingly towards the direction where the little boy was hiding.

"An He, how long are you going to hide?"

The young boy who was in deep thought was caught off guard by being called. His body trembled, his hairs stood on end, and he sat down on the grass.

After a while, he came back to his senses, raised his eyebrows, and said angrily:

"Brother Yun! Sister Guan! I called you just now, why shouldn't you?"

"You guys are pretending to be ghosts to scare me... that's too much..."

Yun Sheng paused for a moment, then raised his hand to touch his thin chin.

"Just now?"

"You squatted down suddenly, I thought you were going to solve a personal problem."

"Isn't it?"

Yun Shengbai opened his eyes slightly, and said suddenly.

An He pursed his lips, and hammered his slightly sore and limp calf.

"Who would solve personal problems in a barren cemetery!"

At this time, a foot stretched out from behind and kicked An He's little butt lightly.

Immediately afterwards, an expressionless, cold face leaned over and whispered in An He's ear, "Who scared you? You are too timid."

The voice was low, and it was most likely a male ghost.

"Ahhh!"

"Don't eat me, I don't taste good at all!"

An He was like a cat with fried fur, all the pores of his body trembled, and he buried his head in his lap.

Seeing the young boy's cowardly look, Guan Ju, who was dressed as a nun, smiled softly, and teased, "Jing Ke, don't scare him."

"It's not good if you pee your pants in fear. There are no diapers for sale in the barren mountains and mountains."

Jing Ke rubbed An He's head, and stood up slowly.

He was assumed to be a monk, with plain clothes and white socks, and a bald head with six ring scars on his head.

With bright eyes and white teeth, the corners of her lips are slightly hooked, with a slight smile:

"An He, didn't you start taking jobs independently a while ago? Why are you still so underdeveloped?"

"Just like you, sooner or later you will be blown off the list by No. 8, be careful."

An He rubbed his eyes, and explained without confidence:

"I'm not...not afraid!"

"I'm a materialist. These are all fake and virtual data, so I'm not afraid."

"It's just to match the plot, can my acting skills be good?"

"Okay, okay, I'll give you a Golden Pig Award for Best Actor." Yun Shengbai rolled his eyes and looked around, "Is everyone here?"

Guan Ju blinked her thick and long eyelashes, and said in a low voice, "Sweetheart and that newcomer haven't arrived yet."

Yun Shengbai frowned, took a folding fan from his wide sleeve, and shook it open.

"Where did sweetheart die?"

"That guy is born in a strange place every time. If the children didn't call him by name, my brother would not be willing to take him to play with him."

Yun Shengbai raised his head, looked at the tallest poplar tree, and called out calmly: "Little friend, come down."

Hearing this, everyone raised their heads and followed his line of sight curiously.

Only then did I realize that there was a person sitting on the largest branch of the towering poplar tree.

A person like the breeze and the moon.

The man was wearing a black shirt, his back was leaning against the smooth tree trunk, one side of his long legs was half bent, stepping on the branch, his hair was half tied up casually, and the black jade-like strands of hair floated gently in the air.

Under the hazy moonlight, only a paper-cut profile remains.

He held a sharp sword with a cold light in his hand.

Like a grim knight.

After hearing the call, she turned her head quietly.

He leaped down from the tree nimbly, a black shadow flashed, and a slender figure appeared in front of Yun Shengbai in an instant.

"Don't call me a kid."

The sharp point of the sword touched Yun Shengbai's chest, his voice was clear and clear.

Yun Shengbai leaned back swiftly, hooked the corners of his lips, and said heartlessly: "You are old, are you old enough?"

"Hurry up and move the sword away!"

Bai Ze raised his eyebrows slightly, and lowered his sword hand.

Guan Ju Pingping took two steps forward gracefully, and a seductive smell of opium perfume approached her. She raised her red lips, and a bright smile appeared on her glamorous face.

"This is your father?"

Yun Shengbai took out a piece of hair from nowhere, and tied up the cloud temples that were in the way: "Well, he is."

After finishing speaking, Yun Shengbai was taken aback for a moment, and his hands with bundled hair paused in the air, feeling that something was wrong with the conversation just now?

Ok…

How do you feel that you have recognized yourself as a father?

Guan Ju approached Bai Ze with great interest, raised his head slightly, his smile deepened, and he stretched out his sallow fingers to touch his chin.

Bai Ze frowned and took a step back.

He is much taller than Guan Ju, with lowered eyes, looking at her suspiciously.

The slender and thin eyelashes pressed against the end of the eyes, casting two heavy shadows on the face.

"Hee hee... really has a personality..."

Guan Ju was not annoyed either, and slowly narrowed his enchanting peach eyes, candlelight flickered in the amber eyes.

"Don't tell me, the kid is really good-looking. After completing the task, go home with your sister, okay?"

Yun Shengbai finally tied up his black hair perfectly, helped his forehead helplessly, took Guan Ju by the back of his neck, and brought the belt to his side.

"Second Master Guan, can you stop flirting with newcomers?"

"Besides, you are committing a crime now, and the kid is not yet of age."

Guan Ju raised his willow eyebrows, his delicate face looked even more beautiful because of his feigned anger.

"Yun Shengbai!"

"Can you stop calling me nicknames at this time? Destroy the atmosphere!"

Yun Shengbai shrugged, and said in a very embarrassing tone: "It's quite suitable, and the current atmosphere."

Yun Shengbai cleared his voice, cadenced, and sang a doggerel casually with emotion: "The mass burial mound in the wilderness, wild mountains, exorcising ghosts and suppressing evils, the second master of Guan."

Guan Ju raised his eyelids and cast a sidelong glance at Yun Shengbai.

"But my mother prefers Yan Jun, a scholar with cloud temples, and a hibiscus tent to warm the spring night."

"However, don't be afraid, kid, my sister won't do anything to you."

"Two words of molestation at most."

Guan Ju slowly twisted the bead in his hand, his eyes fell on Bai Ze's Qingjun face, and his tone was soft.

Yun Shengbai snorted coldly: "It's 'Yunbin Huayan Jinbuyao'! This poem is about Concubine Yang, you uneducated woman."

Guan Ju retorted: "You are a man with no flair."

Bai Ze took two steps back calmly, and gave them the stage.

"boom--"

A loud movement came from behind, interrupting their fight.

Everyone stopped and looked at the source of the sound in unison.

I saw two hands stretched out from a coffin.

Those hands are round, the skin is fair and tender, and the collagen is quite rich.

Those two hands grabbed the edge of the coffin, and a chubby man sat up lazily.

Stretched.

With a loose bun on the back of her head, she should be a woman.

A gust of wind blew by, and that chubby figure disappeared out of thin air.

"Damn

With a stride, An Hao swiftly ran behind Yun Shengbai and hid.

"Didn't I tell you not to be afraid?"

Yun Shengbai looked sideways at An He and asked amusedly.

"Life is like a play, it all depends on... all depends on acting skills!"

An He shuddered slightly, and replied stubbornly.

The fat figure who had just disappeared suddenly appeared between Guan Ju and Bai Ze, put a big face in front of Guan Ju, grinned, and asked meanly, "Second Master, can you see me?"

"I have a spring night that I want to spend with you."

The visitor was wearing a light purple embroidered satin dress of size XXXL, with bangs parted in the middle, a low bun, and a few bright red flowers stuck in his ears.

It was a strong man's face with whiskers, delicately raised eyebrows, and crooked eyes with a smile.

There are freckles like crushed sesame seeds on the fleshy cheeks, and two red cheeks are smeared on the cheeks.

The vermilion lipstick was smeared on the big mouth, making the already plump lips look like two strings of freshly baked sausages.

At this moment, she was pouting long, sincerely asking Guan Ju for a kiss.

"Ouch." Guan Ju was so frightened that his face paled, he took a few steps back and pressed against Yun Shengbai's chest, "Don't approach me with this face."

Yun Shengbai was attacked by Guan Ju and An He one after the other, and felt like a sandwich.

Jing Ke covered her eyes with a horrible face: "Ruhua, is that you?"

Bai Ze was eating melon beside him expressionlessly.

Yun Shengbai supported Guan Ju's shoulders, moved her behind him, and met the flowery and fiery gaze.

Taking a deep breath, he gritted his teeth and shouted:

"Sweet, heart, little, treasure, baby."

A crack gradually appeared on the face of the people who ate melons like a jade Buddha.

System: [Well, it's a hardcore baby. 】

Yun Shengbai stretched out his hand to press the big face, and pushed it back: "Can't you change your face? This face is too shabby, it affects the perception."

The little sweetheart groaned, squeezed out two tears, and covered her chest with her tender hands: "Am I ugly now?"

"How can you look so superficial?"

"I really hurt."

"It hurts so bad I can't breathe...ahem..."

Yun Shengbai covered his sausage mouth: "Shut up."

Twenty seconds later, Yun Shengbai looked at his palms which were messed up with lipstick and indescribable liquid, wept silently, presided over the overall situation reluctantly.

"This is a newcomer kid. I have already told you about this action in a private message."

"Let's meet new people."

Yun Shengbai wiped his palms silently on Sweetheart's clothes.

"Damn, why are you touching my ass?" Little Sweetheart glared at Yun Shengbai, and then looked at Bai Ze with a bright face: "My game ID is Little Sweetheart, and I am ranked second for the time being. The number one man on the list."

"You can call me sweetheart or little baby, but I prefer you to call me sweetheart baby~~"

"Wow~~"

Bai Ze nodded, hooked the corners of his lips, stretched his eyebrows, and said courteously, "My game ID is your father."

"You can call me Dad."

Little Sweetheart was taken aback, blinked, and looked at Yun Shengbai: "This newcomer seems a little arrogant."

Yun Shengbai chuckled: "Not as arrogant as you are."

From the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of Sweetheart's uniquely shaped face, Yun Sheng turned his voice and asked, "You used the disguise ability."

"Then what is the identity setting given to you by the Lord God?"

A whirlwind rose from the ground and circled around Sweetheart's body.

In a moment, the whirlwind disappeared.

A clean young man in brocade clothes appeared lightly.

Wearing a moon white robe, he has a slender figure, a face like a crown jade, and a detached demeanor, completely different from when he was incarnated as "Ruhua".

Sweetheart baby smiled slightly:

"I am a wandering around. After being robbed by thieves, I was knocked out with a stick and stuffed into an abandoned coffin."

The corners of everyone's eyes twitched slightly.

Yun Shengbai nodded.

"A chivalrous man, a monk, a nun, a Taoist priest, a foolish son of a landlord who was robbed, and I—"

"A man with a mysterious identity."

"The mission of this dungeon seems to be coming soon."

"Now that everyone is here, let's go."

"Go to the foot of the mountain and find a village to spend the night."

"According to the usual practice, the NPC who issues the task is generally the village head."

Yun Shengbai, who was acting as the captain temporarily, raised the lantern and took the lead, leading the team down the winding mountain road.

Before he got out of the mass grave, another accident occurred.

Four people in ragged clothes walked towards them, making crying voices as they walked.

Wiping the tears from her face, a girl said sobbingly, "Where is this place...I'm so scared."

"Aren't I playing games at home? Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow..."

"Can you stop crying? It's like a crying soul, it's so loud!" A stout man frowned, "I don't even know where the hell this is!"

"Uuuuuuuuu...but I'm afraid...I don't want to cry..."

The girl tried her best to control herself, not only couldn't stop, but cried even more fiercely.

"Walking along the way, there are deserted graves and coffins everywhere, what else could it be, mass graves."

Another girl who looks like Yu Jie said very calmly.

"Look, there is light ahead!" The handsome man among the four pointed to the front and shouted excitedly.

Seeing light in darkness is equivalent to seeing hope.

The stout man grabbed the handsome man's clothes, stared in horror, lowered his voice, and said, "Don't go there, those seem to be ghosts, look, they are all wearing ancient clothes."

"It seems that the word 'Dian' is written on the lantern."

The handsome man was taken aback for a moment, then trembled: "But, we are also wearing ancient clothes."

"Still tattered."

The girl cried even more fiercely when she heard the words: "Could it be that we have become ghosts too..."

The author has something to say: add a small sand sculpture theater

"How can you look so superficial?"

Sweetheart said, pointing to the expressionless Bai Ze, said:

"Why doesn't he have an opinion!"

"Sure enough, he is a young man who regards his appearance as dung and only sees his inner character."

"He can't even look sideways at a top-notch woman like my sister." Guan Ju said, "He is probably either face blind or gay."

Yun Shengbai shook his head: "No, no, I don't look sideways at a top man like Lao Tzu, so the case is solved—"

"He's face blind."

System: [No, he is just an emotionless...]

Note: Cloud temples, beautiful faces and golden steps shake, and hibiscus tents warm the spring night. ——Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow"