Changsheng coffin shop

Xie Mian's entire body was trembling. Someone here, under the nose of the coffin shop, used real ghosts to create a miniature version of the [-]th floor of hell!

The appearance of the Lingling Bird is not to attack them in the shopping mall, but to introduce them here!

Xie Mian grabbed Mu Yao's wrist and ran away, but when she turned her head, she was immediately stunned. The tourists who were tourists just now all turned into ghosts, and rushed forward like zombies with their heads tilted.

"What the hell!" Mu Yao screamed, subconsciously took two steps back, swung the silver chain fiercely through the air, and screamed a "monster" that rushed over, howling on the ground.

This fight, Xie Mian and Mu Yao also noticed it, they can't fight!

They still have living souls, and with this whip, the little living souls must be shattered, and they have completely turned into ghosts here.

"Did you bring the wordless ghost book?" Xie Mian asked.

"Bring it, what do you want that for?" Mu Yao avoided the unconscious person who rushed over, and then the evil ghost who was desperately trying to break free, frantically blurring a circle of light and shadow on the ground to resist slightly.

"Give it to me." Xie Mian stretched out his hand, and at the same time took the silver whip from Mu Yao's hand, flicked it and turned it into a thin blade, and cut a severed palm for himself.

Blood spattered and dripped on the ground, and several blood-red Bianhua flowers bloomed more and more dizzy, blocking the approach of the crowd in front of them.

He clenched his fingers and dripped blood into the wordless ghost book. A white smoke rose from the small wood chip, and the entire dark haunted house was instantly illuminated.

The ghosts on both sides turned into streaks of black smoke and were sucked in, and streaks of black smoke were also drawn out from the top of those people's heads, which were sucked in together with the ghosts.

He doesn't have the ability of Fan Lan, so he can't absorb it directly, so he can only rely on the wordless ghost book as a medium.

These are just mortals who are helpless in the face of ghosts and gods, and they must not be implicated because of them.

Xie Mian endured the nausea, and stood up straight to absorb the black air. Mu Yao saw that his face was getting worse and worse, revealing a ghastly paleness, wishing to tear all these ghosts apart.

After a while, Mu Yao saw that the ghost energy of those mortals had been absorbed almost, and the remaining part was enough to go out to bask in the sun, so he quickly stopped Xie Mian.

Normally, Mu Yao would not be able to touch him when he was driving the wordless ghost book, but now because he was holding hers and was too weak, he let go after touching it.

Xie Mian's body wobbled, almost lost his footing, Mu Yao hurriedly supported him: "You're fine..."

Before the words fell, Xie Mian vomited out a mouthful of blood.

"boss!"

People who regained their clarity at first looked at me and I looked at you, and asked each other with blank faces: "What's wrong with me?"

"What just happened?"

"I'm so dizzy."

Mu Yao supported Xie Mian, her mind was full of the noise of this group of people, she resisted the urge to knock them out one by one, and said loudly: "Something happened here, please leave within 3 minutes, Don't linger!"

Before she could finish her sentence, several people in the crowd immediately exploded, especially the young couple standing in front, they didn't know where the anger came from, and pointed at the tip of Mu Yao's nose and began to spray.

"Who are you, what right do you have to drive us away, you must be sick."

"If you tell us to leave, we will leave. We paid money to come in!"

"That's right, what's the matter? Let us go without making it clear. You are the staff inside? Then return the money to us."

Xie Mian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, pressed Mu Yao's arm, and said in a low voice, "Mortal eyes, don't talk nonsense with them, there is no time."

Mu Yao heard the meaning behind his words, and laughed, supported Xie Mian with one hand, put the other hand on her head, and smiled softly: "If you don't want to leave, then stay Come down with me."

"Fart you, I believe... Fuck me, there are ghosts!"

Mu Yao held her head, turned around to face him, blinked her big eyes a few times, and frightened the people who had just recovered.

Scrambling to escape, Mu Yao leaned back laughing, put his head back on, and found the right feeling after turning around: "A group of stupid people."

Xie Mian returned the wordless ghost book to Mu Yao, she took it and put it away, looked at the haunted house that was dark again, and asked cautiously: "What shall we do next?"

Xie Mian looked at the end: "Since we are using the bird of speech to lure us here and turn these people into ghosts, there must be a purpose."

Mu Yao was at a loss: "What purpose? The purpose of harming others?"

Xie Mian shook her head: "A group of people rushed into the coffin shop this afternoon, saying that someone told them that the coffin shop can explain the spirit of speech. I think the purpose is to see if we can save them. Now they turn people into ghosts. I guess they want to see Whether we kill or not."

"It's too poisonous." Mu Yao paused and asked, "Can I curse?"

"You can scold after you catch it, he may not be able to hear it now." Xie Mian felt a bloody smell in his throat after talking too much, and quickly swallowed twice, holding Mu Yao's hand. The arm relaxed and said: "There are too many ghosts here, we won't be here for long, let's leave first."

Mu Yao propped her chin and hummed: "However, since someone can create a simulated hell in the world, and can hide ghost energy from us...do you want to report it to Ba Ye first?"

Fan Lan.

Xie Mian nodded her head: "Alright... Be careful!"

A huge force separated the two of them out of thin air, he was pushed back a few steps, while Mu Yao was pulled to the left and instantly swallowed into a pitch-black space.

Xie Mian stretched out her hand, but only caught nothing.

"Mu Yao!"

As soon as the words fell, a slight cough came from behind him.

"See you again, my lord."

Xie Mian turned around and saw Shi Xuezhe standing in front of her at some point, her face was pale in white clothes, half of her face was covered by the collar.

"It's you, Mu Yao!" Xie Mian grabbed his collar, clenched his fingers and asked, gnashing his teeth.

Shi Xuezhe gently took his wrist away, saw his expression of wanting to tear herself alive, approached his shoulder contentedly, and clicked softly: "Why are you so angry?"

Xie Mian gritted her teeth, because she just drove the wordless ghost book to forcibly purify the ghost energy and vomited blood, and she hasn't recovered yet.

Shi Xuezhe had an unexplainable smell on her body, it wasn't unpleasant but it didn't smell bad either. When she approached Xie Mian, she seemed to release an invisible oppression, and she came slightly to wrap him up.

"I'm here to help you."

Fan Lan clenched his fist and threw it at him involuntarily. Shi Xuezhe covered his mouth with one hand and coughed softly, easily avoided it, and said with a smile, "Don't you want to know who Fan Lan is?"

Xie Mian said coldly, "I don't need your reminder."

As soon as he heard him say that, Shi Xuezhe understood, and let out a long sigh: "It seems that he has already told you, but did he tell you that you are actually a cluster that was stripped out by the previous ghost king after going through the punishment of heaven?" What about the soul body?"

"What's the meaning!"

Shi Xuezhe lowered his hands and tied his hands in his sleeves, but he was not as good as Fan Lan in doing this action, it looked a little weird, coupled with his pale face, it looked even weirder.

"Probably... I can't remember how many years ago, the last little ghost king went through the punishment of heaven, and because he was too young to bear it, a group of souls escaped and ran to the human world." Seemingly thinking of something, Shi Xue Frowning, he gritted his teeth lightly and then let go, pretending to be relaxed and said: "Although the Three Realms are all decided by the underworld, after all, Ba Ye is not as good as he was back then. There is really no other place in the heaven and the world Are you going to?"

Xie Mian stared at his eyes calmly, but didn't answer.

Shi Xuezhe knew that he didn't believe in him, and he didn't come to communicate with him, so he said again: "Fan Lan found you, let a pair of little demons be your parents, and sent you to the coffin shop after raising you. One day the conflict between the heaven and the underworld will break out, if you win, it will be good, if you lose, you will be forced to take the blame."

Xie Mian always felt that Shi Xuezhe was farting, until he suddenly mentioned his parents, the little stone in his pocket lit up.

He reached out and took it out.

The writing on it flowed slowly like water, and something like spiritual power passed in from his palm, and those blurry images seemed to have been adjusted in focus in an instant, making them extremely clear.

A monstrous wave instantly set off in my mind, and with the infusion of spiritual power, the images also flashed very fast, like a kaleidoscope out of control.

——Both humans and gods are mortal, and your obsession should not be so deep.

——If killing people can't calm you down, then try to listen to your own heart, and he will tell you the answer.

The turbulent memory rushed in, he couldn't bear it, he knelt down on the ground without strength, pressed his head uncomfortably, his chest hurt like being torn apart out of thin air.

The stone rolled a few times on the ground, Shi Xue picked it up, played with her fingertips, and squatted in front of him.

He said in a low voice with pity on his face: "How can a person like Fan Lan still love after tens of thousands of years of time?"

The sound that came into my ears was icy cold, and Xie Mian couldn't help shivering, but he couldn't move.

He knelt on the ground, passively listening to Shi Xuezhe's words, unable to open his mouth, his fingertips were terribly blunt, only his consciousness remained.

"He taught you step by step and led you with his own hands. In fact, he was just using you. It was a move by the underworld."

"Look at the red line on your palm, it's the mark he gave you."

"You have his hair on your wrist, which is used to lock your soul. Do you know why you have never been able to find out the whereabouts of your parents? Because your parents are also a move."

Shi Xuezhe seemed to be sighing: "A person like him is like a distant mountain and sinking haze. He will always be untouchable by others. He is a high-ranking person."

Xie Mian bit the tip of her tongue to keep herself awake, Shi Xuezhe seemed to have said enough, suddenly stood up straight, looked down at him, covered her mouth and coughed twice.

Shi Xuezhe glanced into the shadows, then disappeared in a flash, leaving only the slight breath and the words lingering in Xie Mian's mind.

Xie Mian's body suddenly seemed to be released from the prison, and he fell to the ground with a slight loss of strength, struggling to support his arms and panting low.

The footsteps were very light, but Xie Mian recognized him immediately. Apart from his familiarity, there was only one person who could make Shi Xuezhe so afraid.

Fan Lan.

A very faint cold fragrance was sent to the tip of the nose, Xie Mian watched him bend down slightly, the cold hair fell across his side face and fell on his wrist, and gently hugged him.

He came back from the underworld with a coldness and an almost imperceptible hostility. Xie Mian looked into his eyes and said with difficulty: "Just now, Shi Xuezhe came."

Fan Lan hummed: "I know."

"Mu Yao is gone, did he take him away! And the Lingling Bird brought us here, all the ghosts here..."

"I know it all."

Xie Mian looked at his expression, moved the hand around his neck, and wrapped his other hand around his hair, probing softly: "Shi Xuezhe also told me about my life experience."

Fan Lan paused, but walked forward without opening his mouth. From this angle, Xie Mian could only see his mandible covered by his hair, which was cold and hard.

"You, don't you want to say something?"

He didn't believe Shi Xuezhe's words alone, but the memories that suddenly poured into his mind and his sudden appearance were a little weird.

Obviously Muyao hadn't had time to notify him yet.

Fan Lan lowered her head, lightly pressed against his forehead, and said in a cold tone, "Go to sleep."

Xie Mian grabbed his sleeve and refused to let go, tried her best to keep her eyes wide open, but at the end she could only see his head turned away with a flat expression and no emotion.

"Fan... Lan..."