Help, I accidentally picked up the beast

Underworld, Yama Hall.

In the underworld where the sun never shines, there is never any happy event to be happy about. In the underworld, all the ghosts perform their own duties, and they don't communicate much in private.

King Yan Luo, who is sitting tall, is dressed in a black robe, with no anger and prestige on his face. In addition to the "Yan Luo Palace" hanging high in the Ming Hall, there are two calligraphy on the left and the right. "Do good with the intention, do good without reward, do evil unintentionally, do evil with no punishment."

"Master Hei Wuchang has been asked to remind him again, I hope Lord Yan will not blame you." The voice of the Yin soldier under the hall trembled, if you look carefully, it is not difficult to see his nervous face.

Today's underworld is really different from that of the past. All the ghosts who come and go on errands are extra careful and try not to make any noise.

As soon as the word "urging" came out, even Yan Luo Wang was almost flustered. Hearing this, he immediately raised his hand to stop it, and said softly, "Don't rush, just wait patiently!"

The underworld is no different from the human world, so the soul-stirring business naturally has to keep pace with the times.

At that time, it was just in time for the system to be introduced into use, and all the ghosts who had joined the editor were very busy all day long. In addition to learning how to use the new system, sorting out the souls that had entered the six realms in the past, they were also busy adding new recorded creatures. Therefore, if the living soul is occasionally missed, people with evil intentions will take advantage of the loopholes.

King Yan Luo thought about it, so he wrote a letter and handed it to Kunlun Mountain on the top of Yunfeng, hoping to ask the sage in retreat—the divine beast Bai Ze to help him.

Since getting the answer three days ago, all the members of the underworld have been waiting in fear.

Not for anything else.

Because this sage, Bai Ze, is seldom talkative, cold, and extremely difficult to figure out his thoughts, everyone is afraid of making mistakes and provoking the sage's displeasure.

"The Holy Monarch has arrived!"

Following the loud sound outside the hall, including Yan Luo, who was seated above, his heart was raised violently, and all the servants on both sides of the hall turned their heads in unison, held their breath and remained silent, with panicked expressions, and curiously pricked their ears to listen quietly.

In addition to being honored as the holy king, Bai Ze was also called "Hua Ci" by the gods with higher official positions, and the word "Hua Ci" was taken from two lines of poems he composed impromptuly.

One time, the sage stepped into the underworld to get rid of evil spirits, looked towards the vaguely indistinguishable direction of the human world, and wrote down the ten characters "Don't look for flowers in the underworld, let's go back to the road of the world", which was widely circulated in the six realms.

In an instant, although the man was not visible, the contemptuous footsteps first flowed into the ears of the ghosts. The footsteps were like stepping on clouds, revealing some frivolous laziness and elegance.

After a few more steps, I saw a pair of slender and straight legs wrapped in black boots. The black boots were exquisite, with intricate patterns on them, just like the man's wide girdle and leather wristbands. The blood-colored sash pattern.

The lines are like bubbling blood vessels, shaped like a unicorn.

The visitor was tall, tall and handsome. On the outside of the pure black inner jacket, a coat of the same color was casually wrapped around his body, exuding a bit of coldness.

"Holy Monarch, long time no see." Yan Luo Wang stepped down quickly, walked in front of Huaci, looked at Wenxiu scholar behind him, nodded slightly, and said, "Lan Fu Zuo Shi, don't come here without any harm."

"Hell is well." Lan Fu smiled warmly, half-bowed, and made a bow.

The eyes of all the ghosts flicked back and forth on the faces of the two, and in an instant, they carefully pulled their gazes back to Hua Ci, just one glance, but it made all the ghosts feel sour!

In "Bai Ze Tu" ②, the master of the world of evil spirits who slays demons, slays ghosts and protects the people is not in the form of a ferocious and murderous beast, but a cold and lonely boy.

Even though the man was hidden in the dark and couldn't see the whole picture, he could vaguely see the skin that had been grown without seeing the sun for thousands of years, delicate and pale like new snow.

All the ghosts sighed.

Shengjun has been in seclusion for several years, and he is extremely low-key on weekdays, so the underqualified Yin Er is not qualified to meet him.

Maybe Huaci himself can't remember how many years he has lived in this world, and how many years he has been lonely.

But under the gloom, half of the silhouette radiated by the dim light can vaguely be seen to be somewhat vivid and immature.

It's just that the bones are slightly thinner, which is a sign of severing love.

Huaci seemed to perceive the sight of the ghosts, and tilted his head casually. The ghosts immediately straightened their heads in panic, watching their noses, noses, and hearts, and silently recited the "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Sutra" in their hearts.

Following his subtle movements, Yan Luo noticed that under the protruding collarbone of the man, there seemed to be a treacherous and ferocious coquettish flower, dormant on the skin as thin as snow, and it really seemed to be in full bloom.

Yan Luo's expression was a bit complicated, and there was a little pity and awe in his eyes, "I heard that the Holy King has proclaimed his spiritual power, and his body recently—"

"It's okay." Huaci raised his chin slightly, his voice was as calm as jade, and his tone was cold but without any emotion.

Yan Luo was slightly startled, and almost said something he shouldn't have said in front of all the ghosts. He has always been very measured in his actions, but when facing Hua Ci, he was always a little more nervous for no reason.

Knowing that he had made a slip of the tongue, he raised his hand in embarrassment to call Lan Fu, "Left Envoy Lan Fu, please come with me, this king will first tell you about the important tasks of the Human World Administration."

After that, he glanced at the little ghost beside him, and raised a little sullenly, "Hurry up and move a comfortable chair for Shengjun, there are no rules or rules."

The kid let out an "Aww", and ran down the road with his frightened blue face in his arms.

Not long after, the kid tremblingly moved a yellow pear wood chair with multiple layers of upholstery, for fear of annoying the lord Shengjun, he gasped for breath and always felt his throat was on fire.

Could it be that it was caused by the fullness of the abdomen after eating the delicacies presented by the evil ghost?

The food in the underworld is always clear and watery, which is hard to swallow, but they are not allowed to go to the human world to enjoy it at will. Therefore, occasionally the evil spirits who are captured will suffer in flesh and blood, and they will secretly give favors to the underworld.

It wasn't a big deal, and Yan Luo didn't pay much attention to it.

The little ghost glanced at Huaci standing in the hall, feeling timid. As soon as Yan Luo and the gentle Lan Zuoshi left, the other servants in the hall also moved their bodies quietly, standing far away, paying attention to the relationship with Huaci. distance.

Hua Ci doesn't care, he never gets half moved by ordinary people or things, he seems to be naturally indifferent and unable to empathize with others' pain and happiness.

That's why, Yan Luo would beg his disciples, and every strand of soul has its own pathos and pain, and only cold-hearted and cold-hearted can deal with it fairly.

The kid didn't dare to neglect, and moved the chair to his side with great effort, and just about to say something, a little hiccup came out of his throat.

The next moment, a sudden change came.

The kid's throat suddenly burned, forcing him to hold his throat, excruciating pain.

Not long after, there was an unbearable "Wow", followed by a loud noise, the Hall of Yama suddenly shook, and the little ghost blew himself up for no reason in front of everyone. The power was horrifying, and the flames burst into flames, burning him While becoming a fan, Hua Ci also disappeared.

For a moment, the entire underworld was in chaos.

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Mi Xiaoxiao, who was standing in the chaotic grass and staring at the unknown creature, was blinded by the strong wind, and then suddenly woke up.

After his careful observation just now, the little thing in front of him is white all over, with two horns on its head, four legs, and the whole body is roughly the same as a lamb, the long white fluffy hair is smooth and clinging, it looks a bit like rua... …

Mi Xiaoxiao shook his head violently, avoided the lamb, and walked away.

Yes, in his only cognition, this is indeed a lamb.

The sky was still dull, and the heavy rain was about to fall. Yueban Town was deserted. If he couldn't catch the long-distance bus on the way back, he would not only be drowned by the rain, but also be left in the countryside with a miserable end.

There is no hotel in Yueban Town, even if there is, it will never do business with him, the "disastrous star".

After walking a few steps, the phone rang.

Fang Tuo's beautiful and flamboyant voice immediately entered his eardrums, and he said excitedly, "My little darling, where are you~"

Fang Tuo was Mi Xiaoxiao's youngest, and was also born in Yueban Town, but because of his father's early death and his mother abandoned him to remarry, he left Yueban Town, completely forgetting about Zhongyuan worshiping his ancestors all clean.

"Yueban Town, come back to worship the ancestors, and have a fight with the people of Mi's family by the way."

"Tsk!" Fang Tuo felt a pain in his head when he heard "Mi's family". He knew everything about Mi Xiaoxiao the best, but besides Mi Yue, he was the only one who sympathized with Mi Xiaoxiao and regarded Mi Xiaoxiao as a close relative and a loving sister. up.

Why do you say they are good sisters, because Fang Tuo is a little gay.

"If you want me to tell you, you shouldn't go back." After a pause, Fang Tuo said worriedly: "Xiao'er, it's going to rain today, hurry up and find a car, it's easy to die in that damn place! "

Mi Xiaoxiao paused, then thought of the lamb he met just now, he didn't see a single person along the way, whose family is that sheep?Why no one cares?

After hesitating for a while, the young man sighed silently, he almost couldn't even take care of himself, so he didn't have the energy to take care of the sheep.

"It's also rewarding to come back. Thanks to my family's lucky stars, I have completely severed ties with them." Mi Xiaoxiao said again.

"Haha?!" Fang Tuo laughed sharply, being particularly sensitive to the word "lucky star", and said mockingly: "Mi Yang is shameless, can he have a bottom line, he is a lucky star? Why, he thought he was born with a piece of shit in his mouth, Can you really push dung balls? It's a joke!"

"Pfft——" Mi Xiaoxiao was amused by Fang Tuo's sharp criticism, and when he raised his eyebrows and looked into the distance, he was frozen by the falling raindrops.

The sky was getting darker, sporadic rain was falling, Mi Xiaoxiao hastily hung up the phone, grabbed the suitcase and wanted to run a few steps, but before he could move, the sheep popped out of his mind again.

All kinds of strange barrages came suddenly, "abandoned sheep", "left behind lamb", "desert and desolate", "miserable", Mi Xiaoxiao stopped in his tracks, almost defeated by his own brain supply.

Otherwise, go back and have a look?

Mi Xiaoxiao thought, if the lamb was no longer here, he would give up. Being abandoned was like a heart-pounding pain, and that feeling made him feel a little bit of empathy for the sheep.

Hua Ci suddenly fell here, quite helpless.

After claiming half of his spiritual power, his perception and speed also dropped precipitously. If it weren't for this, how could he not be aware of the kid's movements, and how could he not be able to escape in time.

Taking a long breath, Hua Ciyouyou thought, this kid's self-explosion was so powerful that most of his remaining spiritual power was wiped out, and now he can only temporarily transform into the appearance of a beast-shaped cub.

When I first tried to gather strength, it seemed to have some slight effect, but fortunately, I was still able to communicate with Lan Fu barely, waiting for him to pick it up.

Huaci lowered his head slightly, and has been a holy king for thousands of years. Even in this form, the arrogance that has been cultivated will involuntarily radiate with him.

Just as he was about to regroup, the boy's footsteps approached.

Huaci raised her eyebrows: Why did this mortal come back?

Just now, if it wasn't for the young man standing in front of him like a wooden stake, making him unable to concentrate, he would have been able to contact Lan Fu now.

After all, the rules of the Six Realms are different, and gods and ghosts are not allowed to appear in front of people easily, let alone display mana at will.

When Mi Xiaoxiao saw that he was still in the haystack, he couldn't help feeling sympathetic. In the blink of an eye, he seemed to see something in Hua Ci's eyes. This content was interpreted by Mi Xiaoxiao as: Master, you can take me back home?Beep beep.

Moreover, a cute pet filter was automatically added to Hua Ci.

But Hua Ci was very puzzled by the boy's actions, looked at him with dark eyes vigilantly, and thought, why didn't this mortal leave?

The eyes of one person and one "sheep" collided again, and Huaci suddenly felt that his spiritual power was getting weaker and weaker. He knew that if he didn't summon Lan Fu again, the consequences would be unpredictable.

In desperation, Huaci, who had no time to wait, had to gather his strength secretly, thinking that when Lan Fu found him, he would erase Mi Xiaoxiao's memory.

All of a sudden, Huaci took a deep breath, and the seven-petal lotus filled with faint blue light gradually condensed in his body, and the flower branches stretched out, showing a three-point noble and glamorous in a strange way, but this spiritual power is temporarily circulating in the body, Mi Xiaoxiao Nothing unusual was found.

A few seconds later, the spiritual power was condensed into a circle of light, which wandered between the heart veins. Gradually, the light became stronger and stronger, and then reached its peak. When it was about to break out into a beam of light and send out a distress signal, Mi Xiaoxiao came approached him...

Hua Ci was surprised, but he didn't have time to pay attention to it. Just as he was about to continue his action, the boy picked him up.

The blunt corners of the eyes were round and pure, and he said sincerely, "Don't be too moved, I know, I am a good person."

Huaci:? ? ?

Hua Ci was stunned, and when he frowned and wanted to warn this "ignorant mortal", Mi Xiaoxiao lifted his coat again, and directly pressed his head against his chest, trying to help him warm his cold body.

"!!"

With too much force, Huaci was almost suffocated.

He was traumatized by the explosion, and collapsed because of concentrating on it. At this moment, being held in his arms by force, he felt like a punting paddle with a high fever, dizzy and confused, and easily slipped and fell into the water.

Even though it was freezing cold, it couldn't overcome the despair in Hua Ci's heart at this moment, because he had already sensed that the little spiritual power that was so difficult to gather just now... was scattered without a trace when the young man touched it casually.

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The author has something to say:

This article is full of nonsense, and those who refer to some materials will be marked in time. The basic mode of the article: reference materials + nonsense, don’t be serious, you will lose if you are serious.

①From Pu Songling's Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio Volume [-] Kaochenghuang

②It is said that "Bai Ze Tu" is a famous genealogy that records ancient Chinese ghosts and monsters. It was written by Bai Ze for the Yellow Emperor. It is also mentioned in "Shan Hai Jing". Got it, woo woo.