Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

In a new world, humans, gods and ghosts coexist in the three realms, and ghosts live in hell, which is the destination of most mortals after death.

After the death of a mortal, the soul is extradited to the Wangchuan River, crosses it by boat, and then passes through the Naihe Bridge, passing through the gate of hell with the memory of the mortal, and when reincarnated, drink Mengpo soup and reincarnate.

Wangchuan River, Naihe Bridge, and the so-called Meng Po Tang.

Ye Wuchen, who had just received information from this world, sat on the bed and meditated for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at Mo Yun who was standing by the door and looking at him.

The clothes on this person were thin, and the black hair was a little messy hanging behind his head. A few will-o'-the-wisps tremblingly supported him, but they didn't dare to approach him very much.

This little brat should be a ghost.

Ye Wuchen had a headache for a moment, wasn't he still in Huimozong just now?Why did he go to hell all of a sudden?

The little thing who somehow broke into his territory was sitting on the bed, looking distressed, while Mo Yun was standing by the door, pinching a will-o’-the-wisp that wanted to escape with his slender fingers, holding it in front of him for a moment, and suddenly driving the A will-o'-the-wisp got in front of Ye Wuchen.

The will-o'-the-wisp had only a faint light, so it was a little scary to fly in front of him so unexpectedly, Ye Wuchen subconsciously stepped back, and the will-o'-the-wisp took advantage of the situation to float to the tip of his nose.

Somewhat cool.

In the next second, a demonic wind blew up, and Mo Yun flashed beside him at some point, his dark abyss-like pupils were narrowed, the corners of his mouth curved dangerously, and when he smiled, he faintly looked like a Demon Lord.

He pinched Ye Wuchen's jaw, "How did you get in?"

The will-o'-the-wisp was frightened away by him, the window was creaked softly by the wind outside, the bed curtain shook, and we heard bursts of crying from outside.

"boom--"

Zhu Hong's door closed with a loud bang.

The lights in the house are not lit, and the person in front of him can only be seen clearly through the blood-red moonlight and a few ghosts floating around outside the window.

The pale crimson moonlight leaked down and fell into the man's abyss-like pupils, causing tiny waves.Ye Wuchen ignored his gaze directly and looked at the bar above his head.

ten percent.

He blinked slowly, and suddenly frowned in confusion, the emotions in his heart were hard to describe.

I still remember that this level-breaking experiment is about experiencing various new worlds. Could it be that the one from Hui Mozong has already cleared the level, so he suddenly teleported to the next world?

Seeing that he had been silent, Mo Yun straightened his face without any explanation, forcing him to meet her gaze, his eyes sinking slightly.

"say."

Ye Wuchen could only look at him, and suddenly frowned, "Let me go."

"Are you... ordering me?" Mo Yun smiled, and the strength in his hands increased. In the dark night, his face was inexplicably cold.

Ye Wuchen remained silent, met his gloomy, snake-like eyes, clasped his wrist without hesitation, turned his body slightly, pressed him on the bed with a bent elbow, put his knee against his chest, and leaned over to look at him , the eyebrows have not yet stretched, looking a little fierce.

"It's an order."

After finishing speaking, Ye Wuchen suddenly remembered that the little brat didn't have any memories with him yet, so he glanced at that person, thinking of a way to get out.

Mo Yun paused, and Xia Yi looked at the little thing pressing on her with amused expression, suddenly pinched his shoulder, with a playful look on his face, "You're quite courageous, let me see what kind of brat you are."

A trace of coldness swept over him, like the biting cold in winter, but before he had time to react, Mo Yun suddenly withdrew his momentum, and pressed him into his arms in a strange way, and the hand that was pinching his shoulder was also hidden beside him , glanced over and saw thin ice forming on his fingertips.

Ye Wuchen was used to being hugged and hugged in Hui Mozong these two days, so he didn't struggle much, but just brainstormed in his mind, thinking about how to improve the little brat's attention to himself.

He didn't see the abnormality on Mo Yun's face, but only heard a very confused sentence.

"You, are you afraid of the cold?"

"Fortunately."

The thin layer of ice covered by his fingertips was crushed by Mo Yun, he frowned slightly, and glanced at Ye Wuchen who was in his arms, his expression was indescribable.

How did he know that this little thing was afraid of the cold?

Besides, this person is afraid of the cold, what does it have to do with him?

Thinking about it, Mo Yun pinched Ye Wuchen's shoulder again, and wanted to strike several times, but stopped inexplicably, grabbed his shoulder, and remained silent.

The moon in hell is blood-colored, as if the bloody light fell on the room, entangled with the faintness of the will-o'-the-wisp, and the shadows are layered.

Ye Wuchen's brainstorming was over, but he found that he was still being hugged. He was silent for a moment, turned over and sat aside, staring at the little brat who was still lying on the bed.

Mo Yun didn't realize that the person in his arms had already run away, the layer of ice covered his fingertips condensed and was crushed by him, the cold temperature melted in the palm of his hand, gradually softening.

Ye Wuchen glanced at the bar above his head whose data was rising again for some reason, and casually grabbed a will-o'-the-wisp and put it in his hand to play with.

The innocent will-o'-the-wisp was startled by him for a moment.

After a long time, Mo Yun finally sat up from the bed, lifted Ye Wuchen who had been sitting next to him out of the bed, pulled him outside by his wrist, and walked to a place.

A ghost street is quiet, like weeping and howling, everything around is extremely gloomy, the lanterns are white, and the ghost fire gets in to act as a faint blue light. The fur of the beast was born.

"That's what fell into the animal world." Mo Yun noticed that his eyes lingered on those people for a moment, and couldn't help explaining, the black boots crushed the bloody moonlight on the ground.

Ye Wuchen nodded, and looked up at the bar above his head.

At 20.00% five stopped.

The moment he was about to look back, Mo Yun just lowered his head and met his gaze, his eyes were slightly heavy, Ye Wuchen blinked, and looked away from him.

He hasn't thought of how to get Mo Yun's attention yet, but maybe, as long as he stands in front of him, his attention will increase?

Ye Wuchen followed his footsteps and walked forward in silence, thinking about what happened to Hui Mozong in those few days, he felt that this was indeed the case.

Came to a very shady place, the light of the will-o'-the-wisps around was getting stronger and stronger, and the gloomy atmosphere made people feel chills behind.

Ye Wuchen raised his head subconsciously, and saw the black iron gates of the two black holes closed under the blood moon, suddenly a gust of cold wind blew by, a few dead crows wailed, the fog gradually rose, damp dead leaves fell, and he smelled a wave of corruption the taste of.

Mo Yun probably did something, a pair of blood-red pupils suddenly opened on the door, like human eyes, but one of them was cracked with a huge slit.

Immediately afterwards, the heavy door opened slowly, and a rusty roar rang in my ears. The damp cool wind poured into the hall from the surroundings, and I could smell the fragrance of books and ink again.

"What's your name?" Mo Yun ended up putting on the white-backed gold-patterned costume handed over by the Yin soldiers next to him, and led him into the pavilion. There was a rumbling sound of closing the door behind him, and he could see the inside clearly by a few candlelights. scene.

All books, piles of books.

The entire attic was carved into the shape of a bookshelf from the bottom to the top, and the books in the attic were neatly arranged. There was a desk in the corner, and there were still a pile of quaint books on it.

"Ye Wuchen."

Mo Yun walked over to a place, then looked up at the books above, there was nothing under the black boots, but he seemed to be stepping on a ladder, step by step up.

He got a book, opened it in his hand, his feet were like a dot of ink, he jumped down, and suddenly appeared in front of Ye Wuchen again, "Birthday."

"Seventh day of September."

Mo Yun glanced at him, and asked again: "The death day."

"I'm not dead yet."

Mo Yun frowned and closed the book, leaned close to him, stared at his unique pair of purple eyes, turned around and continued to flip through the book, he held the simple book in his hand, and the faint candlelight illuminated his profile hazy.

"Okay, let me change the question, have you passed the first seven?"

Ye Wuchen was speechless: "I told you I'm not dead."

Mo Yun said to himself: "Still think I'm not dead? It seems that the first seven days haven't passed yet."

He turned to the last page, scanned the names on it, pondered for a moment, "Ye Wuchen? He died three days ago, and his birthday is the eighth day of September."

The little bastard Mo Yun looked at the master he hadn't recognized, stepping on thunder every step of the way, "That sounds like a girl's name, and also, did you remember your birthday wrong?"

"You say that name to me again."

"Ye Wushen."

"My name is Ye Wuchen!!!"

Mo Yun has turned into a ghost, probably not hearing very well, "Aren't they all the same?"

He was still reading the book in his hand, and slowly said: "Ye Wuchen, the daughter of the East Street pastry shop, died of drowning at the age of nineteen, right?"

Ye Wuchen gritted his back molars and squeezed out a sentence, "I told you I'm not dead! Deaf?!"

Anyone could hear the fury in these words, Mo Yun's heart trembled inexplicably, and he subconsciously closed the book, and when he realized it, he was already smoothing the boy's hair.

"Well, I'm deaf."

Mo Yun looked at Ye Wuchen who was glaring at him, silently withdrew the hand that was placed on his hair at some time, and still had the intention to laugh, "How did you go to hell if you didn't die?"

Ye Wuchen thought, it's not because of you.

He looked around, his eyes fell on the strip on Mo Yun's head, he pursed his lips, and decided not to care about this little bastard for the time being, he just said: "Anyway, I'm not dead."

Mo Yun smiled, "Looking at your temperament, you should be loved all over the world, can't you accept that you died suddenly?"

Ye Wuchen endured so much that his veins bulged, wishing he could punch him.

"Okay, no matter you are Ye Wuchen or Ye Wuchen, don't come to my territory in the future, let you go this time, and break into my territory next time..." Mo Yun looked at the boy, hesitated for a moment, and thought He came up with a way to bluff, "I'll let you drink ten bowls of Mengpo soup."

"..."

It doesn't matter whether he drinks Meng Po soup or not, the main thing is that if he really forgets his past because of that soup, Mo Yun himself will not be the one who suffers.

This little bastard is too good at digging holes for himself.

Looking at Mo Yun's back, Ye Wuchen gritted his teeth and followed. As for Ye Wuchen's matter, he will settle the score with Qiuhou after he goes out.

"Why are you following me again?" Mo Yun walked out of the attic, looked at the little thing following behind him again under the blood moon, subconsciously frowned.

Ye Wuchen noticed his small movement, and glanced at the fluctuating bar on his head again. He was angry, but he still wanted to take care of the overall situation. He gritted his teeth and grabbed his sleeve, using the thin layer of cloth as an ink seal. Come pinch, smile gently.

"I'll follow."

Mo Yun said: "I think you have been spoiled in the world, this is hell, but no one..."

Nobody cares about your feelings.

The second half of the sentence was stuck in his throat and he couldn't say it. Mo Yun instinctively felt that he could say this sentence to anyone, but he couldn't say it to Ye Wuchen.

So he silently looked at this young man with a kind smile on his face but seemed a bit dangerous, and was made a little uncomfortable by the obedience in his soul, so he could only say: "I don't like others trespassing on my territory without authorization, you can go find it." Somewhere for a ghost who just died."

He tore off the clothes caught by Ye Wuchen inch by inch, and strode away.

Ye Wuchen stood there for a moment, then followed up again.

On the road, I met a few floating ghosts in white clothes. They were weak, with strangle marks on their necks, and their long tongues hung down on their chests. They just floated past in front of them with their hunched bodies. trace.

Ye Wuchen twitched the corners of his mouth, as a road idiot, he could only find a place to sit, thinking about the route Mo Yun took him to that attic.

There are also days and nights in hell, but there is no alternation of seasons.During the day, hell is as lively as the world, because those who linger here, waiting for the judges of hell to decide which realm they should be reincarnated in, also need something to entertain them.

And at night, the blood moon is in the sky, and the eyes are full of desolation, which is a real scene of hell.

He was still a teenager in this world, probably about fifteen or eleven years old, when a cold wind blew the ends of his hair, Ye Wuchen sneezed and continued to think about the route.

These winding and particularly symmetrical ancient buildings could kill him.

A dark soldier walked on the street, walking past him with a vicious look, presumably on patrol.

Hiding in the footsteps of the Yin soldiers, there was another person approaching with his breath lightened. When he turned around, he saw that the little thing following him had disappeared. Mo Yun, who was a little worried, turned back and sat next to the contemplative Ye Wuchen. , and grabbed a will-o'-the-wisp in his hand, and he grasped it and let go of it boredly. After seeing Ye Wuchen's eyes, he threw the innocent will-o'-the-wisp away.

Mo Yun thought for a while and said, "I'll take you to the place where the new ghost lives."

Ye Wuchen sneezed in a muffled voice and shook his head.

"I'm going to your place."

"..."

Mo Yun looked at him, and took off the robe on his body and put it on him, "Are all the brats with unknown origins so courageous?"

In the end, he was brought home.

It was still the bed that Ye Wuchen saw for the first time, Mo Yun saw his appearance clearly through the moonlight, "You really didn't lie about your name?"

Ye Wuchen choked speechlessly, "If I lie about being a pig, is that okay?"

"There is no such person as you in the book of life and death." Mo Yun tapped his forehead lightly. Once the bar of attention on his head rose, his eyes when he looked at Ye Wuchen lost the cruelty towards strangers, "Life and death Bo records the living in the world and the dead in hell, you don’t belong to the world and hell, are you a person from the God Realm?”

Ye Wuchen thought, I am not from this world.