Chapter 91 Hot Spring

This is clearly a ghost world!

How could Tiandao come over again!

The horror and anger in Lu Yingjiu's heart were beyond words. As usual, he forcibly suppressed his excesses so that reason could regain the upper hand.

He immediately thought: He came to the ghost world as a human being, so there is no law of heaven to restrict him.

This theory can't go wrong. He is absolutely safe in the ghost world.

But Jingxian is different.

He is a priest, and the law that can restrict him is in the ghost world!

No wonder the eyes turned to Jingxian instead of looking at him.

The runes in the pupils kept flowing.

"Hoohoo!"

Sharp breaking wind!

There was lightning and thunder in the sky, and the thick black suppressed the white belly of the early morning.

In the stratum cloud, he broke out of the dark chains, and ran towards Jingxian like a mad snake.

I couldn't see how many chains there were, they twisted and intertwined, entangling the sky tightly, like a steel cage.

Lu Yingjiu had heard that thunder, lightning and chains would appear when the priest was robbed.

Thunder and lightning temper the body, and the losers are wiped out.

And the chains...

After all, priests are also ghosts, and they have the madness, brutality and fierceness of ghosts in their hearts. These chains not only constrain their actions, but also bring demons. If he loses his will, he will become a savage ghost without sanity.

The priests are all in the ghost realm, so Lu Yingjiu only heard about it.

Today, it was the first time he saw this magnificent sight.

And all this maliciousness is for Jingxian.

Jing Xian's expression did not change, and with a wave of his Xuan Xiu, the Yin Feng broke the hundreds of chains in front of him!

Metal exploded. And the thunder and lightning rumbled, turning into pale white lines and slashing down.

They landed on Jingxian and were pushed away by the invisible barrier around him, turning into tiny arcs.

The arc has not yet dissipated, and thousands of chains are tied again, and then the thunder starts again, and the roar makes the world tremble.

The bounced chains shot through the red walls and green tiles, and the rubble flew across; the rolling thunder fell and the earth was scorched black.

In this terrifying scene, Lu Yingjiu saw that the edge of the eye was slightly curved across the interlaced chains.

...as if laughing contentedly.

It turned again and looked at Lu Yingjiu.

This gaze was only for three or four seconds, but it was as long as eternity.

In the metal color, Lu Yingjiu understood its meaning——

It is saying that this situation and this situation are all caused by you.

The next second, all the ghosts howled in unison.

They gushed out from the ground, climbed on the chain that had missed the shot, and climbed up at great speed. From a distance, every chain is densely entangled with little ghosts, making one's scalp tingle.

Thunder and lightning passed down the chain.

Countless little ghosts were electrocuted into coke, and shattered into powder when they fell; more and more little ghosts continued to advance, and finally climbed to the side of the eyes.

Eyes rolled, looking at them coldly.

——The bodies of the little devils were destroyed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Like young leaves withered instantly, Haohai withered instantly, they grow old within half a second.

Dry ghost hands can no longer grasp the chain.

A shriveled corpse fell from the air, like a strange falling rain.

His eyes curled up with a slight smile, as if proud.

However, in the next instant, a black figure appeared beside it.

Jing Xian's face was expressionless, his fingernails were as sharp as blades. He pointed and stabbed fiercely, and stabbed into the eyeball!

Grey-black blood burst out.

His movements were fierce, rushing to the most vulnerable point of his eyes, flying from the ground and stabbing, before and after it was just a breath of time. No one knows how he avoided the chains like a net of heaven and earth, and the rushing thunder like a wave.

He was hit hard, and the pupils of his eyes shrank suddenly and trembled.

Several chains rushed over and tightly wrapped around his body, and some even penetrated the bones. Jingxian's face was expressionless, his hands were stirring, and there was a sour, sticky sound, as if he was looking for something.

—Finally, he came across something.

He was just about to pull it out with force, when the dark cloud over his head sank, and the rolling thunder landed!

The thunder and lightning are fierce, and if they come across it, they will surely be wiped out.

Jing Xian clicked his tongue, but he didn't want to fight, and simply left with a neat hand.

He brushed past Rolling Thunder, but his eyes were still bloodshot, turning wildly, and finally closed fiercely.

It disappeared in embarrassment.

There was thunder on the horizon, and the ferocious chains in the air slowly turned to fly ash.

Jingxian rode down on the gloomy wind, and there was black blood on the back of his hand.

As soon as he landed, he was hugged by Lu Yingjiu.

Jingxian was stunned for a moment. He wanted to reach out and touch his hair, but remembered that there was blood on his hand, and finally he just hugged him vainly: "I'm fine."

Lu Yingjiu didn't say a word, and after a few seconds, he took a half step back and stuck a talisman directly on him.

The talisman paper is cool and cool, alleviating the pain of the wound.

Jingxian didn't care about this pain, and just wanted to continue comforting Lu Yingjiu when he heard Lu Yingjiu say in his ear: "...Jingxian, let's go back to the world now."

Jingxian was stunned for a moment and said, "It won't be a problem for you to stay for a while. You saw it just now, it doesn't pose a threat to me. You don't have to worry about me, this is my territory, if it dares..."

"Jingxian." Lu Yingjiu interrupted him, those light brown eyes looked at him, among them was worry, and gentle firmness, "Let's go back."

Jingxian: "..."

He sighed lightly, realizing that Lu Yingjiu would not be persuaded, and agreed.

He said, "Unfortunately, I can't take you to see the flowers this time."

After half an hour.

The heat in the hot spring wafts away, and the flowers and trees are fragrant.

After Jing Xian cleaned up the blood on his body, he watched Lu Yingjiu pour a pile of medicinal herbs into the hot spring, and put talisman papers on the four corners of the shore.

The air was immediately filled with the smell of medicinal herbs, which is a unique taste of simplicity and naturalness.

Jingxian said, "Why do I think you're going to cook me?"

"Don't talk so much, go and soak it." Lu Yingjiu threw the basket of medicinal herbs aside, and continued to throw precious medicinal herbs without saving.

The ghost king's palace has a large inventory and is rich in wealth. He asked for everything that could be used.

Jingxian said, "It really doesn't take much trouble, just a little injury, and soon..."

Lu Yingjiu glanced at him, then neatly stripped off his clothes and entered the hot spring.

Jing Xian's eyes straightened.

All of a sudden, his mind was full of Lu Yingjiu's waist.

Warm water surrounds the body.

The two leaned against the edge of the hot spring, sat side by side, and exchanged a few kisses lingeringly.

hair balls are swimming beside.

Its hair is smooth and water-resistant, and it is still waterproof, and a large mass floats lightly on the water - fortunately, otherwise, its short legs will definitely not be able to swim.

Trees fall into water.

Lu Yingjiu reached out and stroked Jing Xian's shoulder lightly.

The chain ran through his right shoulder just now.

The priest's injury healed quickly. Just now, the bones were exposed, and now there is a layer of new flesh that covers it shallowly.

Flesh wounds are small things.

A faint bluish black floated around the wound. They are like tiny blood vessels that spread across the skin and are disturbing.

The chains represent the demons of the ghosts.

Looking at Jing Xian carefully, there was a faint red light flickering in his eyes, and the sharp nails did not disappear, which was obviously different from usual.

Lu Yingjiu didn't dare to touch it directly, and only scratched the edge of the wound lightly.

Over and over again, as if to erase those colors.

Until Jing Xian took his hand and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't touch it like this... If you touch it, it will cause an accident."

The wound doesn't hurt much.

It was that numbness and itchiness that made his heart flutter.

Lu Yingjiu gave a "uh", but didn't take back his hand: "If it's normal, you would have pounced on it long ago, where would you say such a thing?" He hooked the corner of his mouth, "Sure enough, I was injured today."

Jingxian's Adam's apple rolled up and down: "Don't recruit me. I'm now..." He paused for half a second, still the dark red light that belonged to ghosts, and finally said in a low voice, "I'm afraid of hurting you. "

With this kind of injury, even if you haven't fallen into the demons, your emotions will definitely be affected - they are noisy and chaotic in the heart, and if they are not well controlled, they will roar out. If it is stimulated again, there is no doubt that he will do something rude.

Lu Yingjiu understood what he was worried about.

However, his hand did not withdraw.

The heat of the hot springs burned his fair cheeks and earlobes with a layer of light pink, and there was a little more water in his eyes. He was originally good-looking, his eyebrows were like ink, and there were small, crystal water droplets rolling in his shoulders.

It is a living fragrance.

He said: "You're having a hard time right now. It'd be a lot better if you just... relieved."

This is almost explicit.

Jingxian was stunned.

He smiled and took Lu Yingjiu into his arms with the help of buoyancy. However, he didn't move further, just put his chin on Lu Yingjiu's shoulder and said, "It's not that serious, it's enough for you to let me hug."

For the next ten minutes, he really just held Lu Yingjiu.

He is usually an extreme love brain, but now he has carefully restrained his impulses and is extremely restrained.

It's like a little tenderness is enough to calm the restlessness in his chest.

The two didn't speak any more.

With the heat rising, Lu Yingjiu reached out and stroked his black hair over and over again, as if to comfort him—just like what Jing Xian always did to him.

During breathing, the black lines on the wound gradually disappeared.

When Jingxian let go of his hand and raised his head again, the color of his eyes was dark black again, and there was no more hostility.

Everything is back to normal.

He kissed the corner of Jinlu Yingjiu's lips.

After leaving the hot spring, Lu Yingjiu still put herbal ointment and talisman paper on him, even though the wound was almost invisible.

The two changed into clean clothes.

After a brief preparation, he left the palace, still riding the two horses.

The horses raised their hooves and ran across the long jade steps of the palace, across the bluestone road with dew, and ran into the distance.

It is much easier to get out of the ghost world than to enter the ghost world.

Jing Xian brought Lu Yingjiu to a plain and summoned several priests with masks.

They formed a circle, and they made some weird gestures, and the wind was blowing.

A huge, pitch-black door appeared out of thin air and slowly opened.

It was pitch black behind the door.

Jing Xian took his hand and said, "Let's go."

The two horses are human, and rubbed them affectionately to say goodbye.

Lu Yingjiu followed him into the darkness.

It would be terrifying to enter this darkness alone.

Lu Yingjiu couldn't see anything, and couldn't hear footsteps or breathing. If he walked a little longer, he might not even be able to tell whether he was alive or dead.

Only Jingxian's slightly cold hands are real.

Pull him forward step by step.

After an unknown time, their feet were empty.

...white light.

Extremely dazzling white light.

Lu Yingjiu couldn't open his eyes, and it took him a long time to get used to the brightness.

The warm sun shines on his shoulders.

They were in a small alley, with people coming and going outside, and there was a lot of traffic.

Lu Yingjiu subconsciously touched his forehead, the ghost horns when he was half-human and half-ghost disappeared, and his clothes became normal. At this moment, he was a little dazed, and then realized: he really came back.

"Drip-drip-"

"Ding dong! Ding dong!"

"Ding dong! Ding dong!"

The phone keeps ringing.

Lu Yingjiu opened it and saw dozens of unread text messages and dozens of missed calls from different people.

There are many of his friends, Ye Feng and A Mei, Xiao Li and Chen Xiaoling, and even Chu Banyang and Chen Zheng have called him.

A closer look shows that the date is stuck on the 30th. In other words, he disappeared for a whole week.

No wonder so many people are looking for him.

Text messages and phone calls kept popping out, and the beeps were endless.

No one dislikes the feeling of being cared for.

Lu Yingjiu looked at the phone and was touched.

The dazzling and warm sunlight didn't make him feel alive, but these missed calls made him really feel it.

Living is not simply breathing and beating.

It is these fates that are constantly cut and cannot be let go.

No wonder Tiandao has to cut off a person's fate in order to take them away.

With these things bound, he is always connected with the blood of the world, and it is inseparable.

This alley is in a small town next to Lujiang City. When Lu Yingjiu and Jingxian took the car back to Lujiang, he replied to all the people one by one, telling them that everything was safe.

Ye Feng: [Fuck you, your kid is playing wild enough, you just disappeared? I was so anxious that two bubbles grew in my mouth]

Amei: [woo woo woo woo-]

Little li: [Brother Lu, you really scare people qaq]

Chen Xiaoling: [I thought you were abducted by the big goblin...]

Chu Banyang: [hum]

Chen Zheng: [It's fine, I'm new to tea, I'll send you a tin]

There are still various questions, and Lu Yingjiu can't mention the way of heaven.

That night, he returned to Lu Yingjiu with Jing.

Little Li and AMEI welcomed them enthusiastically. The four of them found a restaurant nearby and had a meal.

Ye Feng said, "So where did you two go? That guy Chen Xiaoling said that you must have gone on your honeymoon."

Lu Yingjiu thought about it carefully: "I don't seem to be able to refute it..."

"It's terrifying!" Ye Feng said, "It's really dizzying!"

The corners of Amei's mouth were almost raised to her ears, and she said, "A hundred years of harmony, a hundred years of harmony, have a precious son early, and a precious son early."

When the wine was full, and standing in the evening wind, Ye Feng hugged Lu Yingjiu tightly.

Then he slammed Lu Yingjiu on the chest and said, "It's fine, it's made us anxious these few days."

"Yeah." Lu Yingjiu nodded, "It's my fault."

Ye Feng sighed and said with a smile, "You always have a lot of secrets. I'll wait for the day you tell us."

Lu Yingjiu was stunned for a moment, and then smiled, "Yeah."

go home.

As soon as he entered the door, the cow cat walked up with its tail up and rubbed against the owner, whom he had not seen for a long time.

Lu Yingjiu was busy with commissions and often didn't come back. The feeder was full, but luckily it wasn't hungry.

He scratched the cat's chin, Hair Balls jumped beside him, jealous and jealous, grabbing cat food to eat.

After finishing the cat, he sat down cross-legged and sent a message to Chen Xiaoling: [In September 2017, a man named Zhang Haokong died on the Kangli Bridge. The cause of his death was a car accident and fire. Can you find the information? 】

Chen Xiaoling quickly replied to him: [I will try]

The phone screen went out, he and Jingxian went to take a bath, and finally lay comfortably on the bed.

A week has passed in the human world, and it has been several months in the ghost world.

And then lie back home well, as if from a lifetime.

They talked for a while in the dark, whispering together, and finally, Lu Yingjiu slowly fell asleep.

The moon is bright outside the window.

The street cat yawned lazily and slept with its tail crossed. A flying bird silently swept over the telephone pole, spreading its wings towards the scattered lights of the city, towards the distance.

...

It will be a month before Chen Xiaoling gives the exact news.

In the past month, the eyes did not appear again, and the life was quite stable.

Lu Yingjiu is studying the formation method every day, repeatedly sketching, dismantling the principle, and analyzing the mind of the formation person bit by bit.

Most of the fog was lifted by him.

Only the last bit, he still has no clue.

At this moment, Chen Xiaoling called him.

"Xiaolu," she said, "I found someone related to Zhang Haokong."

"Huh?" Lu Yingjiu raised her eyebrows.

"ZHANG HAOKONG's wife is Wang Yaya, who died three months after his death." Chen Xiaoling said, "They have a daughter named ZHANG Shuwang, who should be 33 years old and live alone in Haiming District, Chunshan City. But ...... "She hesitated.

"What's wrong?" Lu Yingjiu asked.

"No one has seen zhang shuwang for almost half a year." Chen Xiaoling said, "She seems to be missing. But she is a freelancer, no friends, no relatives, so no one went to the police station to report the case."

"...Okay, I see." Lu Yingjiu nodded, "Let's go to Chunshan City, you can send me the specific address."

An hour later, Jing Xian drove on the expressway and headed straight for the airport.

Getting on the plane, the engine roared, and with a huge push back, the plane plunged into the clear sky.

Two and a half hours of flight time, neither long nor short.

Lu Yingjiu ate the snacks that Jingxian had fed, and took a nap until the sound of the radio woke him up.

- The plane began to descend.

Open the visor, and the bright sun pours down. The city of Spring Mountain appears on the distant horizon.

The plane traveled through the moist clouds, with dark mountains in the clouds, green fields below the mountains, and old scarecrows standing on the fields. The dark yellow and brown roofs are scattered and surrounded by a clear water.

As usual, Jing Xian took his hand.

In the cold air, the ends of the sky and the earth are slowly rising, they hug the ground, and the sky above them is blue.

Lu Yingjiu looked out the window and felt a strange feeling in his heart.

It's like an old book has finally come to an end, a story has finally come to an end, a good play has finally come to an end...

He knew that all of this was coming to an end.