After being stabbed to death by my junior brother

During the day, the town returned to peace and tranquility, as if the dancing demons last night were just a dream.

It's just that since yesterday, this town seems to have undergone some strange changes unknowingly.

Shen Qiuting and Bai Guanchen were walking on the road when a figure suddenly hurried past.Shen Qiuting glanced at the person who came, his expression changed, and he stopped him: "Brother Zhao!"

The idler surnamed Zhao stopped when he heard the words, turned around, saw that it was Shen Qiuting, and smiled ambiguously: "Shen Bai, are you done with Miss Wang? Brother, I am waiting to drink your wedding wine."

As soon as these words came out, even Bai Guanchen couldn't help but look sideways.

Drink the ghost's wedding wine.

Shen Qiuting rolled his eyes in his heart, typed a few haha ​​words, and asked, "Brother Zhao, where are you going?"

The idler surnamed Zhao held up a bunch of scrolls in his arms, and said, "Hey, isn't our town about to offer sacrifices to the winter solstice, and the mayor asked me to distribute the portraits of the immortals to every household first."

Shen Qiuting was puzzled: "Immortal?"

The idler surnamed Zhao slapped his head: "Oh, yes, Shen Bai, you are a foreigner. I don't know that our town had an epidemic in the winter a few years ago. A fairy came from the river and gave the town a prescription. You Guess what? With a bowl of medicine, all the patients in the town will be healed, which is really amazing! After that, our town will worship immortals in the ancestral hall every winter solstice."

When he was talking about Xingqi, he leaned over and wanted to hook Shen Qiuting's shoulders, but suddenly a long sword stretched out, separating him and Shen Qiuting.

The sword light was cold, and the idler surnamed Zhao was startled, fell to the ground, and the scroll in his hand fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

Shen Qiuting was also taken aback for a moment, then heard a cold voice coming from beside his ear: "This person is no longer alive."

Bai Guanchen beside him didn't speak, obviously it was the technique of sound transmission.

Bai Guanchen has a high level of cultivation, it's normal to find that the town is full of dead people, and at this time, he can still remember to remind someone he has only known for a day... His junior brother is indeed very decent.

Shen Qiuting nodded to him, indicating that he understood, then hurriedly pushed away the sword in front of him and squatted down to help the idler surnamed Zhao pick up scrolls scattered all over the floor, saying: "Oh, what should I do! Cousin is from the rivers and lakes, and his temper is a little weird, Brother Zhao will take care of him."

The surname Zhao was so angry that he saw the long sword in Bai Guanchen's hand and panicked. He took the scroll from Shen Qiuting's hand and said bitterly: "Since I am Brother Shen's cousin, I don't mind Don't worry about it. I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first."

Shen Qiuting apologized for a few good words, looked up and saw that the person had gone far away, patted the dust on the corner of his robe just now, turned his head and blinked at Bai Guanchen, took out a scroll from his sleeve, and smiled triumphantly: " Let's see what this fairy is."

Bai Guanchen put away his sword, seeing this situation, he couldn't laugh or cry.

This kid... has a bit of a temper.

Shen Qiuting didn't notice Bai Guanchen's emotions at all, and moved over to unfold the scroll in two or three steps.

When the person in the painting showed his face, both of them were stunned.

In the painting is a romantic and beautiful face, with a pair of eyes that seem to be smiling but not smiling, just looking at it makes people's heart flutter.

Probably out of respect for the fairy who saved the whole town, the whole painting is extremely delicate, even the eyelashes on the eyes are lifelike.

Shen Qiuting was completely numb.

Well, it's not a thing, it's him.

It was the face of his previous life.

Conscience of heaven and earth, he can't even recognize the most common herbal medicine, how can he cure a whole town's disease with a single prescription?

What's more, he didn't remember that he had been to this town.

Shen Qiuting was thinking about which brat came here to cheat and deceive under his name, when suddenly a bony hand stretched out beside him, and took the scroll in his hand.

Bai Guanchen looked at the person in the painting with a strange expression on his face.

Shen Qiuting took a peek, and pretended to ask unintentionally: "Master Immortal, the person in this painting...do you know?"

"I know." Bai Guanchen lowered his eyelids, covering the look in his eyes, "It's my senior brother."

Shen Qiuting didn't expect Bai Guanchen to open his mouth without hesitation, choked for a moment, and whitewashed Taiping: "Then... since he is the senior brother of the immortal master, he should be a good person..."

"I don't remember, he is already dead." Bai Guanchen's tone was indifferent, "He became a demon, and then died. Presumably, he turned his back on the righteous way, and he deserved that fate."

Okay, how many years has passed since he died, yet Bai Guanchen still thinks that his death was well deserved, worthy of being a famous and righteous person.

It seemed that he had to go as far as he could get out of this town.

Shen Qiuting was immediately overjoyed, and the emotion on his face faded, he snatched the scroll from Bai Guanchen's hand and put it hastily into his sleeve, kicked a stone away, and said: "In that case, Could it be that we still have to dig out the dead and flog their corpses?"

Bai Guanchen sensed the change in his mood and didn't care, and said, "There is something strange about this matter. I found a still-used almanac in the Temple of the City God, and the date on it was 17 years ago. I...brother a hundred years ago It's already dead, and the time is not right."

Shen Qiuting was stunned.

Bai Guanchen has always been thoughtful, so it's not surprising to find these details.

It's just... It's been a hundred years.

Cultivation doesn't care about age, sometimes it takes more than ten years to get out of a secret realm, but a hundred years is enough to change a lot of things.

Speaking from the mouth of acquaintances, Shen Qiuting has a little sense of the hundred years of his death.

Shen Qiuting was having a hard time saddening the spring and autumn, when he was interrupted by Bai Guanchen's voice: "Do you know where the ancestral hall in this town is?"

Just now, the idler surnamed Zhao mentioned the ancestral hall. Since the focus is on the so-called winter solstice sacrifice, the ancestral hall may be the most critical place.

At present, Shen Qiuting didn't care about being hypocritical anymore, thought for a while, and frowned: "I have been here for many days, but I haven't found any ancestral halls."

Before Zhou Xiaoyun said the sacrifice yesterday, he didn't even find any trace of faith in this town.

Shen Qiuting was thinking, when he heard a slight movement in his ears, his eyes froze, and he shouted: "Who is it!"

Almost at the same time, Bai Guanchen struck the trunk of the next locust tree with his spiritual power.

The trunk trembled violently, gusts of black air leaked from the gaps, and a figure in a pink skirt rolled out of it.

Shen Qiuting raised his eyebrows, and directly called out the other party's name: "Miss Zhou? Why are you here?"

Seeing Bai Guanchen looking at him, Shen Qiuting told Zhou Xiaoyun's background in a low voice.

Zhou Xiaoyun coughed a few times, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with a handkerchief, stood up from the ground, stared at the two of them, and smiled coquettishly: "The two of you really... don't know how to pity and cherish jade."

As soon as she raised her head, Shen Qiuting noticed that Zhou Xiaoyun at this time was completely gone from the coquettish and self-willed appearance of the previous few days, her face was devoid of color, but her lips were extremely red and bright, she looked like she was buried in a cemetery The paper figurines have become fine.

Judging from this, Zhou Xiaoyun should have become a ghost cultivator.

A ghost cultivator is a special cultivator who only has a soul, and only those with a special physique or some chance after death can become a ghost cultivator.The ghost cultivation method directly targets the soul, which is very difficult to deal with.

Shen Qiuting has not entered Taoism yet, so she can't see how much Zhou Xiaoyun is currently cultivating. She can only judge based on experience, and she should be very strong.

Considering Shen Qiuting's lack of spiritual power, Bai Guanchen blocked Shen Qiuting behind him without hesitation, and pointed the spirit sword in his hand at Zhou Xiaoyun.

Zhou Xiaoyun had no intention of attacking, nor was she afraid of the Spirit Sword that was close at hand, she stared at the two of them for a while, smiled abruptly, raised her pale fingers, and said, "The ancestral hall you two are looking for is over there. "

As soon as she finished speaking, she disappeared from the spot.

Bai Guanchen put away his sword and frowned: "This town is her domain."

The place of death is very special to ghost cultivators. They died tragically here before they were alive, and they can move without restriction within a certain range of this place after death.This place where movement is not restricted is called the domain of ghost cultivators, and ordinary monks tend to avoid conflicts with ghost cultivators in the domain of ghost cultivators.

Shen Qiuting looked in the direction Zhou Xiaoyun pointed just now, and saw an exquisite small building.

He has been walking around the town every day for the past few days, and he can be sure that the house did not exist yesterday.

He tilted his head to look at Bai Guanchen, and asked, "Let's go?"

Bai Guanchen looked at him, with doubts flashing in his eyes.

This young man... seems to be too clear about the matter of cultivation, and he doesn't seem to be afraid of it at all.

It's just that right now is not the time to worry about this matter, Bai Guanchen nodded, gave Shen Qiuting a few talisman papers, and said: "If you encounter danger, protect yourself."

Shen Qiuting took a look at the talisman in his hand, sighed inwardly, and said, "Thank you, Master Immortal."

Anyway, for the sake of these talisman papers, he will not care about the nonsense that Bai Guanchen said just now.

The two of them were speechless all the way, and soon came to the place where the small building was.

The two-story wooden building is not large in size. The carved window lattices and brackets under the eaves are very exquisite. There are two strings of dark red wind chimes hanging under the eaves, which look extraordinarily delicate.

This building was facing the strange river outside the town. It hadn't been seen for one night. The blood in the water seemed to be darker. Under the sunlight, it looked like a piece of light red colored glass, and it even looked so beautiful.

The reflection of the small building was reflected in the water, and the reflection remained motionless, but the two strings of wind chimes hanging under the eaves rang.

Immediately afterwards, the two wooden doors suddenly opened with a "squeak".

Through the door, one can see that there are black lacquered tablets on both sides, and a portrait of Shen Qiuting's last life is hung in the middle, and a bundle of incense is still burning in the incense burner.

It's not as eerie as imagined, and it even looks a bit solemn.

Shen Qiuting stood at the door, smelling the scent of incense sticks, facing the remains of his previous life, the expression on his face almost tensed.

This situation is so weird no matter how you think about it.

Bai Guanchen glanced at the image, lowered his eyes, and walked in first.

Shen Qiuting sighed and walked in.