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Chapter 83
Chapter 83 Juvenile Leisure
The attendants took turns.
The rain curtain is heavy, the cold wind is sharp, and the sea water is flowing wildly, and the bridge is crushed over and over again.
Lu Yingjiu's eyes are hazy, and you can only see the fuzzy outline. He was fighting with intuition, his physical fitness was exhausted, and his heart was exhausted every time he beating.
He was very short when he could invite God.
For physical reasons, God asked him to reflect him huge. He ghostly melted, from the pupils of different colors, to the ghost horn, and gradually firing the nails, and for a while, he would die if he died of heart failure, otherwise he would directly become a evil ghost.
——Alvas, although Lu Yingjiu does not know, it will be better.
Maybe before that, he was dead and could not know the answer.
A long knife runs through his abdomen silently.
Bloody, bright red rolled to the ground, diluted by rain.
He did not feel pain, the effect of ghosts was comparable to countless adrenaline. He would not be cold, he would not hurt or shrink back. In fact, as long as the knife is broken and thrown out, the wound can heal at a speed of hundreds of times.
But this cannot be changed.
He will still die here.
Black beasts wanted to come over to slap him, but it had no strength, limped, stood unstable, and the blood spread under the blood.
It is said that at the time of dying, there will be horselights in front of people.
During his lifetime, big and small things, the sorrowful joy of crushing and shattered, and one after another.
Unexpectedly, Lu Yingjiu did not expect his life for the first 26 years.
He arrived in the wind.
The white, snowless snow.
He pulled the teenager of Xuanyi and walked in the snow, with a deep foot, only the light in his hand was bright yellow.
"..." He shouted silently, "respectful ..."
Consciousness falls into darkness.
Native
1528.
Hualu Mountain.
When the youth came to the foot of the mountain, the villagers almost welcomed him into the village.
He was dressed simple, with a weird dark pattern in white, the sun fell, and Guanghua flowed faintly. The placket was cleverly buckled, and a dark red string hangs on the neck, making his skin fair like Hao Xue, warm like jade.
The village chief is Chai, known as Old Chai.
At this time, he nodded his waist, and his eyes were wrinkled with a smile, and asked: "I don’t know how to call-"
"My last name." The young people answered.
The sound is also very nice.
"Oh, it's Master Lu, Master Lu." Old Chai nodded, "You please-"
Lu Yingjiu followed Old Chai and went to the secluded place in the village. There is a bamboo house where there is no one, where the ghost master lives, and now it is left to him.
The house was full of dust, presumably because the villagers didn't have time to clean it, so they hurriedly changed new bedding.
He put down his heavy luggage and made a decision.
The wind rose from the ground and swept the house, taking away all the dust in the corner and sweeping it out.
Old Chai was stunned, and praised it again and again: "The master is the master! The ability is really high!"
Lu Yingjiu glanced at him and said lightly, "Take me there, where is that corpse?"
So Old Chai took him to the village.
In the south of the village are several dilapidated thatched cottages, leaking air from all sides, as if uninhabited for a long time.
Before he got close, Lu Yingjiu smelled a terrible stench.
It's midsummer, and the smell of meat is like this... and it smells like it's been left for many days.
Old Chai ecks, led him to a troping house, covering his mouth and nose: "Master, otherwise, otherwise, I still wait for you outside?"
Lu Yingjiu nodded slightly and entered the room without changing his face.
Countless flies were flying and buzzing. There was a corpse in the corner, the chest was directly torn open, revealing the flesh intertwined with dark red and green.
The deceased was a middle-aged male.
His eyes swept across the house.
This man died tragically, but the house was unexpectedly tidy-to be precise, there were not many things, and it could be called a family. The pot was half rotten and the bowl was broken, but the pots and pans were neatly arranged.
No signs of struggle can be seen.
The man was strong, with obvious muscular lines in his arms and thighs. And he was killed without resistance.
Lu Yingjiu squatted down and carefully looked at the wounds of the deceased.
It was by the knife... no, no, it was torn open by the sharp claws. In addition to the fatal wound, he had horrific wounds and bruises on his torso and limbs.
According to Old Chai, the man has died for five or six days. After so long, Lu Yingjiu can still feel the yin at the wound.
Sure enough, as the villagers thought, it was ghosts.
He pinched a piece of talisman paper.
The second half of the talisman paper burned, and Youyou circled in the air, chasing the traces of Yin Qi.
But it spun around just like the blind-headed fly in the house.
——The ghost is very cautious and knows how to hide his whereabouts after killing people.
Lu Yingjiu looked inside the house again and went out.
Old chai hid far away. When he saw him out, he hurriedly pulled his neck and asked, "How about?!"
Lu Yingjiu shook his head lightly: "It is indeed a ghost, but it is not available for many days."
"Ah!" Old Chai's face changed, "That, what should I do?" He stunned, the whole voice was shaking, "What if it comes to kill? Is it useful? "Is the fireworks useful?"
"I give you some runes." Lu Yingjiu said.
He asked again, "Is this dead, do you have an hatred on weekdays?"
OLD Chai shot his thigh: "唉 I just want to mention this with you! His name is Duan Kang, a famous villain at the end of the village of the village, usually there is no evil, you are idle, and you are playing with other people's yellow flowers every day. Passing. "
"Oh?" Lu Yingjiu raised his eyebrows slightly, "Let's talk about it again?"
Although don't know why the master asked about this, Old Chai was afraid to die, and a brain poured everything out of soybeans.
He said: "Duan Kang almost offended the village, and there were not a few dollars. He could only live in these broken houses -this was still given to him by his father. , I went out of the village to grab the traveler's silver, but when I was beaten half -dead, I still put him money on him. "
After speaking, he sighed deeply.
Lu Yingjiu thoughtfully, and said, "Have he done anything else? For example, the ancestral grave of others, or the relics of the dead, or the fortune of money."
Old Chai stunned: "You, are you guessing, is he being blamed?"
"It's just a kind of thinking." Lu Yingjiu said.
Old chai frowned.
After a while, he said, "Speaking of this, there is something really going on ..."
He cleared his throat: "Of course, there is no quasi -letter. In simple terms, there is an old lady named Liu in the west of our village. One person moved here. "
"Although she doesn't have much money at hand, there are many gold and silver jewelry, such as bracelets, buns and other jewelry. The old lady's eyes are stunned, and often things are placed outside. The villagers know her heir."
"later……"
Old chai paused, and a little hesitant appeared on his face, but he continued: "Later, President Duan Kang went to her house, and someone had heard the two of them arguing."
"The old lady lived alone, and she was alone, and no one took care of her. On that night, someone vaguely heard her quarrel with others. On the second day, she was dead, and there was a handful of her chest inserted in her chest. Kitchen knife. The portal is large, all silver and jewelry are disappeared. "
"This is obviously a matter of money."
"Everyone in the village suspects Duan Kang, but there is no evidence, and we are not good at the female yellow. If you mention this today, I just want to talk to you."
Lu Yingjiu asked: "When did Mrs. Liu die?"
"July 22nd." Old Chai replied.
In other words, it was seven days ago.
Time is not too long.
Lu Yingjiu returned to the thatched house, took out the paper, and stacked the villain.
The small paper man got his order and fell lightly on the ground, looking around, looking around.
Finally, they opened the most buckled pot in the corner.
A brown black sack is underneath.
Lu Yingjiu lifted it up, heavy, and when it was opened, it was all gorgeous jewelry.
He went out with the bag and placed in front of Old Chai: "It really killed him."
Old chai stared at, and then murmured in his mouth: "That's no wonder, it's no wonder ..."
After a while, he asked, "So the ghost who retaliated with him was Mrs. Liu?"
"It's hard to say." Lu Yingjiu said, "Generally speaking, the grievances of the old man who died in the twilight years would not be great, and it was difficult to become a ghost -even if it became a ghost, it was a little ghost who was not flowing. Men died without resistance. "
"Then you mean ..." Old Chai carefully.
"I live one night first, let's talk about it." Lu Yingjiu replied.
So he burned Duan Kang's body and went back to the bamboo house.
At night, ordered the candle and swaying the fire.
He took out the heavy dossier from the bag, spread it on the table, and read it with a candlelight.
The corpse is intact, and the ghost does not eat rot; knows how to erase his own whereabouts, the ghost is very cautious; Duan Kang has a lot of scars, but the fatal injury on the chest is clean and neat. Power kills the living, but he hangs deliberately, torture people, and finally kills it when he gets tired ...
He brought a pen and wrote a few columns.
Evil.
The standard evil spirits are probably difficult to deal with.
The wolf rushing pens hovered in the air, and he frowned slightly.
Until a drop of ink fell, it opened on the paper.
He fell back again: "Kill it."
The handwriting is sharp, like a cold trial.
"Huhu-"
A fierce mountain wind scratched, the sea of trees rang, and the candlelight was blowing out instantly.
The room was dark, and only a white moonlight fell on his white clothes.
Lu Yingjiu sat silently in the dark and looked at the dark mountain forest.
In July and a half, the ghost door opened.
Hundreds of ghosts were restless, he was going to push Li Gui at that time.
He just stayed in the village for a few days.
The villagers did not dare to neglect him. The next day they killed a chicken, added mountain bacteria, and stewed into a pot of golden yellow chicken soup.
Lu Yingjiu drank a little, and asked Old Chai to get it back to the villagers. He also said, "You don't have to engage in these things in the future. Since I am here, I will definitely do my best."
The village is poor, and he looks at him.
Old chai responded, and it really took the chicken soup back to divide the people.
After that, Lu Yingjiu waited for the Zhongyuan Festival, while helping the village: such as a peaceful charm to the windows, the door, or using a paper person to help which households could not find things.
For a while, the villagers praised him.
In addition, he was born handsome and picturesque, and people who have daughters are still asking if he has a wife and concubines.
Lu Yingjiu always smiled faintly, noncommittal.
After a few times like this, everyone just regarded him as having no interest in marriage and stopped bothering him.
After all, he is a master, and it is normal to be elegant and out of the world, and his concern for the world may be different from that of ordinary people.
I don't know if it was Lu Yingjiu's talisman that played a role, or the ghost had already left, and until half of July, the village was peaceful.
July fifteenth, child time.
Lu Yingjiu planned to stay up all night, sitting by the window, holding a file to read.
The flames kept dancing in the wind.
After a certain breath, it goes out.
The overcast wind fell from the mountain, lifting Lu Yingjiu's jacket.
He didn't change his face, flicked the talisman paper, lit an oil lamp again, and walked out to the mountain without any hassle.
The back hills are mostly vines and weeds, making it difficult to walk, but he walked around the vines lightly, and the weeds never swayed wherever he passed.
More agile than Feiyan, more silent than Linglu. The bright and bright moon fell, and the shadow of the small fan of the eyelashes fell on his face, which also complemented his white clothes, and the dark lines on his body were like the tide.
Every breath and every breath is the flow of magic.
Pleasant to the eye.
——The village heard his name and invited him from thousands of miles away.
A few days ago, there have been two or three straw bag ghost exorcists. They couldn't find any clues, they were afraid, and they all left within a few days.
Only Lu Yingjiu...
Just watching, no need to say more, everyone knows that he cannot be underestimated.
He just walked among the yin and turbulent mountains.
The ghost hand stretched out from the dense vegetation and grabbed his ankle, but when it hit the oil light, it made a "sizzling" sound, and it was directly burned into a black mist that dissipated in the air.
I don't know how long it took, when the bright moon was directly above him, he turned back——
A faint ray of yin swept across the rear.
It was so faint that it almost melted in the night wind.
Naihe met Lu Yingjiu.
Lu Yingjiu followed that direction.
Passing through the trees, messy long grass and thorns, and bypassing a biting stream, the yin became more and more intense.
Sure enough, as he had guessed, in Zhongyuan, even the most cautious ghosts would reveal their traces.
His face did not show, his slender fingers lightly clamped the talisman paper.
Ghosts who have killed people are dangerous.
As planned before, he was going to kill it.
The yin is getting stronger.
Shadows fell on him as he walked past an old tree.
Lu Yingjiu looked up.
I saw a bull-headed evil spirit with a height of three people, his eyes were red, and he was holding an ax high and smashing at a young man!
The boy was covered in blood, leaning against the roots of the tree, as if he could not move at all.
It was too late and too fast, and the talisman paper burst into light in Lu Yingjiu's hands!
The flames soared into the sky and rushed towards the bull-headed evil spirit.
The flames first wrapped around the axe, and the metal instantly burned red, and then they circled up, going around the demon's arms all the way to the torso.
The stench of burnt flesh came, and the bull-headed evil spirit screamed!
It waved an axe, trying to cut Lu Yingjiu in half.
The sharp weapon is mixed with the wind and will fall on the head.
Lu Yingjiu's expression did not change.
He didn't even move his position, just watched the evil spirit quietly.
The bull-headed devil saw his distorted face in his calm eyes.
- also saw flames bursting out of its eyes.
I do not know when, the fire has drilled into its body. The heat wave rolled, tearing it to shreds as it exploded.
The axe fell to the ground.
The mountain wind blows, taking away the burnt smell, and everything is calm.
Lu Yingjiu was spotless and walked slowly towards the boy.
And the young man didn't look up, he stood up swaying, and he limped into his arms—
He hugged him firmly.
The hands are still shaking.
Lu Yingjiu reached out and wiped away the blood on his face.
I can't see the front face, but just by looking at the side, know that he is a very handsome young man.
The eyebrows are cut like a knife, full of heroism.
The lips are pursed tightly, and the jawbone line is clear and powerful, with the youthful youth and the unique charm of mature men. When you grow up, it must be the stuff that makes girls infatuated.
But he is light.
Light to weightless.
Obviously not much shorter than Lu Yingjiu, but Lu Yingjiu could easily hug him.
The teenager kept his head in his arms.
Lu Yingjiu took him, took a few steps forward, and bypassing a wood.
Since then, it has suddenly opened up.
It was a vacant land in the forest. There was a stream flowing, clear and bottom.
However, at this time, the stream was red and bloody.
The mountain -like ghost corpses are stacked, reflecting the moonlight, like purgatory.
The ghosts died, or they were taken out of their hearts or headshots. All kinds of deaths were terrifying. The wounds all revealed that the attackers were fierce, brutal and evil.
The teenager still buried his head and trembled slightly, as if he didn't dare to look directly at this scene.
Lu Yingjiu looked at the corpse mountain silently.
After a long time, he said to the teenager: "Good acting skills, but I know that this is all of you."
A teenager.
He no longer trembled, tightened for a moment, and slowly relaxed.
Lu Yingjiu said, "You are the ghost."
The teenager didn't say a word.
Lu Yingjiu sighed.
When the teenager rushed towards him, he looked through his identity and had been guarding.
but……
Obviously he came to kill his heart, and he should have shot the teenager long ago. Now, the other party is still curled up in his arms, and his attitude trust has actually made him hesitate.
——Where is, from the matter of Duan Kang or the blood of the corpse in front of him, teenagers are extremely terrible.
There is a monster hidden under this good skin, killing the heart.
Lu Yingjiu has seen a lot of ghosts who are good at disguise.
It is said that Jiangshan is easy to change the nature. Such a ghost cannot be educated and reversed. He did not believe that the teenager could change his mind in just a few seconds, suddenly from good, converging and killing.
The weakness and dependence of the teenager are all false elephants.
It was to paralyze him and launching the camouflage while he didn't pay attention. If he really relax his vigilance, he may not be ridiculed by ghosts after his death.
The so -called ambition is difficult to collect, and ghosts do not change.
What's more, the ghost world is the destination of ghosts.
During the thoughts, Lu Yingjiu's thoughts were set, and he was ready to take out the rune paper.
He looked down at the teenager.
I didn't expect the teenager to look up and look at him.
A pair of dark eyes should be as cold as the abyss, which should have been cold. At this moment, there seems to be a dark wave.
Lu Yingjiu thought he had a murderous heart, and was about to violent.
However, the teenager stared at Lu Yingjiu a few breaths, suddenly bowed his head, and buried deeply into his arms.
Even so, he still hugged Lu Yingjiu and not to let go.
The ears are red at the naked eye.
It's still red!It's shy and excited!
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