not scary story

While he was scratching with Guiying, the clinic where Yan Jiu's body was located was experiencing a lightning strike that had already made headlines in live news.

The nearby residents complained on Weibo one after another: Where is the evildoer crossing the catastrophe?Of course, there are also people who lament the quality of the buildings in the last century. Look at the thunder, it almost scorched the land, but the small German-style building is still standing.

How did they know that this kind of lightning struck by the nine gods was not the house, but the ghosts and goblins who came to greet the birth of the ghost baby.

On this dark rainy night, ghosts of various shapes and sizes were already crawling outside the clinic. Fang Tianqing and Fang Shinian were escorting Yan Jiu, unable to get away. It was Qiao Yuan who led the celestial masters of the Fang family to summon the divine thunder to defend against their impact. .

Once a ghost baby is born, it is equivalent to having a ghost king, which is definitely a disaster for the world.

At this moment, everyone pinned their hopes on that timid and timid young man. Yan Jiu never dared to think about such a burden. Even now, he was entangled to move forward like a ghost baby tug-of-war, without realizing that he was importance in this task.

The ghost baby is much bigger than the average baby, and Yan Jiu's advantage in size is completely suppressed by the ghost baby's strength.After wrestling for a while, Yan Jiu was dragged back by the ghost baby...

Shame!

Yan Jiu was ashamed and annoyed, and she refused to let go of the hand holding Guiying's calf. Guiying seemed to dislike the huge oil bottle, and yelled at him.

The black water instantly boiled.The dead souls who had rolled in it seemed to smell the fragrance of Tang Monk's meat, and they scrambled to get their heads out of the river, eagerly looking for the source of the fragrance.

At this time, Fang Shinian and their guardians are very important. If the magic power weakens a little, these dead souls will find Yan Jiu on the shore.

Even with the backing, it still feels pretty bad to be on all sides.Yan Jiuqiang's courage, which he had held on for a long time, finally broke. He slapped his head away and bit his ghost, crying with tears and snot flying all over the place: "Fuck you! Bite me? Even if I die here, I will procrastinate." I'm looking forward to you together! Woooooo..." After meeting those little faces with no white eyes and a gloomy expression, he broke down and began to cry: "Help! Help! I'm quitting! Woooooo... …Master Bai Wuchang! Qiao Yuan! Huh, huh, huh, help..."

Perhaps it was because of his iron lungs developed by howling often, his cries for help actually overwhelmed the roars of the ghost babies, and the Heihe rolled even more violently, but this time, a stone bridge slowly emerged from the thick fog, and Yan Jiu was delighted to see There was one person standing on the bridge.

At this time, he had already forgotten to research whether that person was the guy who ordered the souls of the dead in the river to pounce on him last time. Just as he was about to ask for help, he heard a faint "Hey", and then the stone bridge slowly disappeared into the thick fog .

"..." Did you go to the wrong set? !

Yan Jiu was filled with grief and indignation, and roared towards the direction where the bridge disappeared: "Your ghost messengers in the underworld are worse than a coward like me!"

There was no response for a long time, and his tears and snot were almost flowing together: "I hate you guys...I hate yin and yang eyes...I don't want to do it..."

What made him cry was not only the fear of being alone, but also all kinds of negative emotions caused by resentment.

The stronger the ghost, the more his resentment can evoke scars in people's hearts.

Memories of losing my beloved grandma and grandpa, memories of being rejected and isolated when I was a child, memories of not even having a cup of hot water at home when I was sick, memories of being ridiculed by everyone as waste, such pain was dug out bloody and experienced again, Who can bear it?

He was just a 20-year-old semi-adult boy.

Yan Jiu cried convulsively all over, but she never forgot to hold the ghost baby tightly.

In the delivery room, Shen Yutao noticed that Yan Jiu's body began to tremble, and quickly informed everyone.

Fang Shinian and Fang Tianqing's expressions were very dignified. They already felt that the road that maintains the world and the underworld began to twist.

Once the road disappears, Yan Jiu may never come back.

"Fucking bullshit!" The furious Qiao Yuan, who was taking a break, drew out his knife, cut open the bandage on his hand, cut the palm of his hand, sucked the blood from the palm, and took another mouthful of water with rune ash in it , fed the water mixed with ash and heart blood into Yan Jiu's mouth mouth to mouth.

This kiss was so coherent and natural that even Qiao Xia didn't realize that no matter what the meaning of the action was, it was always... a kiss.

The blood-activated Fu Shui finally calmed Yan Jiu's mind. Across the yin and yang, he seemed to hear Qiao Yuan's dissatisfied scolding.

"... Qiao Yuan..." Yan Jiu sniffed, still wanting to cry.But this time, it was a cry that felt strength.

Qiao Yuan, who had been fed with the talisman water, tore off all the bandages that prevented him from casting spells, and the talisman papers exploded amidst the sound of his quick chanting, burned to ashes, and fell to the ground, forming a new magic circle.

After the shock, everyone in the Fang family once again concentrated their minds to fight against the ghost baby.

Yan Jiu felt that his head was much clearer.

He stood up abruptly, dragged the still struggling baby ghost towards the river, and yelled as he walked, "Where is the ghost messenger? Is there a ghost? Is there a ghost messenger?"

This time, I don't know if his previous anger played a role, and two figures appeared on the other side of the river again.

The contrast between black and white is especially easy to distinguish in the dense fog, Yan Jiu was ecstatic: "Bai Wuchang!"

Although black and white Wuchang appear at the same time, Yan Jiu is only familiar with the gentle Bai Wuchang, and he can't even look at each other with the indifferent and reticent Hei Wuchang, let alone call his name bluntly.

"Why did you come here alone again?" Bai Wuchang was taken aback by the scene in the river, "Oh, you dare to send this kind of character on the road alone."

"Master Bai, please do me a favor..." Yan Jiu begged for help from afar.

"Tsk tsk, it's easy for me to help you cross the river, but that guy can't. Only if you take him across the river yourself, can you get rid of your sins." Bai Wuchang sighed, "Come on."

Yan Jiu was taken aback, and let go of the ghost baby's hand.Taking advantage of this opportunity, Guiying broke free from his restraints and wanted to crawl back.

"Don't run!" After finally sending this ghost thing here, Yan Jiu didn't want to give up no matter what, so he grabbed it again.

Obviously, as long as he is born in the world, he can call the wind and call the rain, and even the profound celestial masters have no choice but to let this coward catch and let go, let go and catch, Bai Wuchang gasped when he saw this scene, Hei Wuchang whispered in Hei Wuchang's ear: "Didn't the Fang family just say that this guy is a defective product some time ago? I also went to test it myself, and the kid who is said to be the guide of the authentic Fang family is indeed better than this guy. However, right now, it seems that Fang Shinian is going to get entangled."

"He is not a defective product." Hei Wuchang only said this after listening.

Bai Wuchang was taken aback.

Are you kidding me? If this guy is the real guide, then he has collected so much money from the Fang family, so why should he return it?

This brat is so stingy that he only burns a pack of paper money for himself during the holidays, okay?

Just as he was about to continue to question Hei Wuchang, he saw that boy who used to just hide in a corner and pretend to be a quail, forcibly carried the baby ghost on his shoulders, sniffing his nose and wading across the river .

The dead souls in the river were excited by his scent, but the protective cover around Yan Jiu was unbreakable, so he could only watch helplessly as he crossed the river in the entanglement with the ghost baby.

Yan Jiu was already exhausted.

With insufficient spiritual power, he can survive until now, all thanks to the palm blood that Qiao Yuan fed in with his mouth.

Qiao Yuan was not the only one who could do this kind of spell, but the only person who could easily choose a spell that would damage his lifespan was someone like Qiao Yuan who regarded life as a joke.

When Yan Jiu opened his eyes again, Qiao Yuan had already passed out.

The scarred body, excessive consumption of spiritual power, and even the irreparable longevity are all Qiao Yuan's sins for Yan Jiu.

However, Qiao Xia found a smile on the guy's face after he fell asleep.