Shanhedu

Jun He followed with a puzzled expression, and the natives also waited for the boss to speak their minds.

Putting the long pipe horizontally by his hand, the boss turned his gaze to the heavy rain outside the inn door.

"Hey, look at the rain, it's time for that thing to come out to make trouble again."

Jun He was at a loss, and grabbed his brother Ling Xiao's sleeve with some fear.

The old man over half a century old came slowly with a hoarse voice.

"I have to say that our city is very cloudy, especially when it's raining continuously, there will be shocking but real strange things happening.

The old man is fifty-seven this year, and I have encountered two times that people in the city disappear when it rains heavily in June. "

He shook two fingers tremblingly towards Jun He and the others.

Before Junhe could fully understand what he said, Ling Xiao who was next to him asked.

"But it really disappeared? The person never came back? Are you sure it wasn't someone else's intention?"

"Hey." The innkeeper shook his head helplessly.

"It's because there isn't, that's why those things are said to be strange.

A total of four large living people were lost in Manchuria, which happened to be two young couples. The yamen inspected them every month and tried them every year, but nothing came out.

The family members of those families had gone to a fortune-teller to do the calculations, but they didn't get any results, so everything just went away. "

Fugui put down his chopsticks and exhaled, facing the old man.

"You mean, the time when those people disappeared happened to be raining these days?"

The boss nodded, and said melancholy: "According to the sign that God doesn't want to stop the rain, I'm afraid it is almost the same as the situation in previous years."

Qing Shui wrapped a well-jointed index finger around a strand of hair, and said something coolly.

"Then let's see which unlucky person will be taken away by a human or a ghost this year."

"Hmph, you must be the first to be taken away."

While talking, Tu Sheng stretched out his hand to take the steamed buns, and then the steamed buns he just held in his hands were smashed by Qingshui with a folding fan into the wooden basin holding the porridge.

Some porridge splashed in the middle and splashed onto Xiaoyao's clothes closest to the tub.

Tusheng who wanted to eat steamed buns and innocent Xiaoyao exclaimed at the same time.

Tu Sheng hurriedly fished out the steamed buns and put them into his own porridge bowl.

Being angry at Qing Shui doesn't seem to count, the two of them fight day and night, and his tolerance limit for this poisonous coquettish fox has gradually expanded, because he finds that he can't quarrel with Qing Shui at all.

Bai Liao Sao. The fox evened it out at a glance, took a big bite with the steamed bun between the chopsticks, and didn't dislike the white porridge on it.

Poor Xiaoyao, whose innocence was affected, lowered his head and scolded in a spineless whisper, rubbing his soiled clothes with both hands.

The rain continued outside, the innkeeper stood up with a cigarette bag in his hand, and finally warned them again earnestly.

"Guest officers, please be more careful. The old man's knowledge is shallow and he doesn't understand the truth. Don't delay your business."

The couple on the third floor didn't have to go outside the city, but they were stuck in the inn due to heavy rain and couldn't go home.

When Jun He was about to go up to see the little doll, the child had just fallen asleep, with his two pink fists clenched tightly, sleeping peacefully.

Every figure on the street, a little rain wets the window lattice, and a group of people with nothing to do gather together for a fighting flower card.

Ling Xiao didn't dare to let Junhe alone this time, he had to ensure that the little blue grass spirit was within his sight to be at ease.

After a whole day of idleness, Ling Xiao took Junhe back to their room to rest.

It was probably because of the rain that the room was dull, and not long after dinner, Xiao Lancaojing was already drowsy.

Ling Xiao took a soft towel and wet it in the warm water brought up by the buddy.

Holding Jun He's hand to wipe his small face and ten fingers clean, the sleepy Jun He leaned against Ling Xiao's chest, his eyes narrowed tiredly.

Jun He is already proficient in doing these basic little things, but Ling Xiao has to do it himself, just because he has thoughts that he shouldn't have in his heart.

However, he was at a loss as to how to convey these thoughts to Jun He in his arms.

Shyness is not shyness, perhaps because he has no confidence, and he doesn't know whether Jun He is willing to join hands with him. What's more, he is worried that the two of them will not see the "road" ahead.

After the second watch at night, the closed windows were blown open by a gust of wind, the rain poured into the house, and Youmeng got into the bed curtain...

Ling Xiao and Jun He, who had already fallen asleep, stood on a narrow path.

There are no mountains and rivers in the distance, no sun and moon, and looking back, there is clear water and carelessness with a blank face.

These two people are similar in stature and shape, the general difference is that Xiaoyao has silver hair, and that Qingshui's similar plain white gown is covered with a red blouse.

"Where's our bed?" Jun He raised his eyebrows and asked Ling Xiao.

Xiaoyao and Qingshui looked at each other, asking each other if they were dreaming.

Before Ling Xiao answered Junhe, a large white light appeared in front of them again, which was so dazzling that it was hard to keep your eyes open.

Ling Xiao subconsciously stretched out his hand to hold Jun He to protect him, with one hand carefully shielding his eyes.

Before hearing any sound, the foreign land they were in changed to another scene.

The white light disappeared, and Ling Xiao opened his eyes. There was no small path left, and Jun He, who was originally in his arms, was gone.

Ling Xiao's face was tense, and he turned his head vigilantly, but Qing Shui and the two were nowhere to be seen. Suddenly there was a voice behind him, and he turned around abruptly.

It was like the roar of a tiger came from a place five feet away from him, where there was a lot of flames, and there was a thin figure standing in front of the monstrous flames.

Ling Xiao watched the strand of green clothes step by step into the sea of ​​flames, and ran forward with anger and blood, shouting "Junhe!!"

"Who are you looking for?" A white-haired old woman sat beside a stone, holding a pot and a porcelain bowl in her hand.

Jun He turned around in fear, he didn't recognize this strange place.

There was no light in all directions, only such a strange old woman beside him, where did brother Ling Xiao go?

Seeing Junhe ignoring her, the bloodless old woman waved her sleeves behind her.

Jun He finally saw his elder brother, but it was in the scene where Ling Xiao walked up Jiadao Mountain barefoot.

The tip of the knife was as wide as a palm and extremely sharp.

For some reason, Ling Xiao was separated from him by a long distance, but Jun He could clearly see the tip of the knife piercing the bottom of Ling Xiao's feet, and the blood kept gushing out...

Jun Hehao's throat clenched, and he wanted to move forward but found that he couldn't move, his legs seemed to be passive in place, without feeling at all.

He opened his mouth and wanted to call Ling Xiao to stop, but his throat was only swollen and painful, and he couldn't make a sound at all.

Lancao was in a hurry, and slammed his hands heavily on the sides of his legs. Ling Xiao in the distance was still dying on the tip of the knife. I don't know what magical power the mountain of knives has for him.

Seeing Junhe anxious, the old woman next to him spoke again.

"Do you want to save him?"

Jun He lowered his head, opened his eyes, and his heart was pounding, could it be...

The ghost who met his eyes that night came looking for him...

Now, as Qing Shui told him during the day, this ghost wants to use his real body to renew his life...

The orchid grass essence seemed to grow in an instant, clenched her hands into fists, and nodded to the strange old woman beside the stone.

"Oh, no wonder you can come to this deep valley of love, I'm afraid you met someone with deep obsessions. There is no distinction between men and women in the world of mortals?"

The yin and yang were strange and elongated, as if she was giving salvation to the dead, the old woman confirmed to Jun He who was already crying from fright.

"Are you in a romantic relationship with that person?"

Xiao Lancao Jing wrinkled her face bitterly, and her mouth was also puckered up. No matter how ugly her face was, she almost fell to the ground from being frightened to death by this situation.

"What is a relationship?" Jun He didn't understand, but his intuition told him that if he answered, his brother would be saved, so he simply nodded at him.

The old woman let out a long "oh", then lowered her head again, and poured some water into the porcelain bowl in her hand with a clay pot.

The dark soup almost overflowed the mouth of the bowl, and the old woman brought it to Jun He.

He said coldly: "This is a bowl, drink it, the person will be saved after drinking it, and you will die from the onset of toxicity. What, do you still want to save people?"

Jun He knew what "death" meant, his shoulders and hands trembled, and he wanted to talk to her "ahh".

The old woman waved her hand again, and Junhe was able to make a sound.

She timidly asked, "I, I don't know you, why do you want Jun He to drink..."

"There is no reason. Since you came here, you must pass my test. Do you choose that person to stay on the mountain of swords, or are you willing to die by yourself?"

Jun He was confused, and looked at the old woman aggrievedly, only to realize that it was really a ghost, just like the ghost he had looked at that day.

What Qing Shui said was true, the ghost was coming to claim his life.

Almost without hesitation, Jun He took the soup bowl from the old ghost's hand.

"You, are you really willing to save that person instead of living by yourself?" The old ghost was frightened and asked him.

Lancaojing was only thinking about bringing back his brother Ling Xiao, so he couldn't think of anything else.

Holding the bowl in self-care, he drank the bowl with his eyes closed, and didn't answer the old devil's words.

Suddenly the painting turned around, Jun He disappeared, and Ling Xiao disappeared, only Qing Shui was swimming in the depths of the peach blossoms.

He was immersed in this inexplicable but beautiful environment, but at the next moment he saw a dazzling face.

In his previous life, he was young and frivolous and didn't know what he was. The first person he met when he broke into the mortal world was that handsome white-faced gentleman.

In the depths of this illusion, Qing Shui pushed a pair of long and narrow phoenix eyes to see this person hugging left and right, with a spring on his face, so uncomfortable.

The romantic young man who thought he had already settled his mind dropped his fist on the tree, turned around and walked out.

I resented in my heart that I had lost sight of it at the beginning, and was miserably deceived by a heartless man, but I was still willing to lose a strand of my soul for that man.

In another illusion, Xiaoyao stood alone on the mountain peak, and the figure he had been looking for for 100 years stood in front of him, and behind him was the abyss with the wind blowing.

This person is now wearing a black soft helmet, with a half mask covering his forehead and around his eyes.

The former pair of pure and sincere eyes were no longer bright, and the shadows crawled on his face, so that Xiaoyao didn't dare to call him after looking at him.

Did he grow up together since he was a child? At that time, he still pulled this person to his side to protect him from being bullied, Xiaoyao opened his mouth tremblingly.

After hesitating for a few times, he asked softly to the black man who didn't understand: "Where have you been fooling around all these years?"

All kinds of things in the heavens in those years, such as yesterday, vividly displayed before his eyes.

The little blind man who dared not lift his head up had really grown up now.

The one who only knew how to circle around him and wished to give him everything he could get was gone.

Instead, it was a cold-faced monster who disappeared from the heaven without saying a word, and now doesn't even answer him.

Xiaoyao lowered his eyes in despair, and Zhuyin in front of him made a move that shocked him.

Take two steps back and jump directly into the abyss.

"Chasing the cause!!"

Xiaoyao moved forward with a ferocious expression, but it was too late, that black figure had already disappeared into the mist from the abyss.

When the love is deep, there will be obsession in the heart, never forget, never forget, never forget.

There was another glow in the distant sky, and it was indeed pitch black all around.

Seeing Ling Xiao clearly in front of him, he felt the restlessness in the crook of his arms, looked down, and saw that Jun He was curling up in his arms.

What just happened?

"Okay, where is this?!"

Jun He, who was huddled in Ling Xiao's arms, heard Qing Shui say.

Ling Xiao turned his head, although his whole body was dim, the two standing behind Xiaoyao were still visible to the naked eye.

The four of them looked at each other in blank dismay, looking around this dark illusion.

The ground under his feet was hard, Qing Shui pinched Xiaoyao's arm, causing him to yelp in pain.

Jun He still remembered what he saw just now, and the truth made him terrified. He grabbed Ling Xiao and asked him why he stepped on the tip of the knife with bare feet.

Ling Xiao was stunned, and Qingshui and Xiaoyao behind him couldn't help feeling scared. It seemed that the four of them had experienced some horrifying things respectively.

There was a beam of light in the distance, Ling Xiao held Jun He in his arms and comforted him that nothing would happen.

He and Junhe walked in front, Xiaoyao dragged Qingshui's clothes to follow behind, and let them go to Guangliang together.

The journey between them is too long and extremely dark, which makes people feel horrified in their minds.

Xiaoyao tremblingly asked Leader Ling who "opened the way" ahead.

"Let's, can we still go out?"

Easter eggs:

The Xiaoyao Xianjun, who was squatting on the edge of the wooden basin to wash clothes, thought brokenly:

"Use me as a mascot to hang out, dirty my clothes, and dislike me for being ignorant... You are just bullying people, because you see that I am late..."

Fan Qingshui: "Come here, the sun is a bit hot, open your umbrella to shade."

Tu Sheng, who played with sticks: "What are you going to do to cover the sun? You, go and get me a pot of herbal tea."

Fugui: "Xiaoyao went to the street with me, I was in charge of shopping, and you were in charge of carrying my bags."

Happy: "QAQ, a bunch of inhuman guys..."

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