I, Yuelao, quit!

Su Yun's palms were full of sweat due to nervousness, and only the hand held by Lu Yue was running a 'high fever' out of time.

Although the brain still had the rationality of "drawing the hand out", the disobedient hand seemed to be cut off, so weak that it could not be mobilized.

Probably because Lu Sheng sensed something abnormal and was afraid, that's why he held his hand so tightly?

Su Yun generously thought, then let him hold him for a while longer.

The peddler has been staying in the shadow under the lush tree canopy. She is wearing a white mask, and her dark eyes follow Lu Yue closely.

When she saw that heart being trampled to pieces by Lu Yue, she was startled and angrily trying to get out of the shadows to block their movements.

The flesh and blood that could touch the sun disappeared in an instant.

Ashes were flying around like scraps of yellow paper burned during the sacrifice.

She heard a whisper in her ear, the rakuyu was extremely soft, like a lullaby when a mother lulls a baby to sleep.

That voice seemed to contain endless pity and sympathy, but it was so cold that it made people despair.

"It's a pity, you can only use the rest of your life to pay off the debt."

The next moment, she seemed to be tightly strangled by something.

She opened her eyes wide in horror, bloodshot eyes were all over the eyes, and the veins on her hands were bulging inch by inch.

The screams that should have been there seemed to have been muted, and there was no movement and silence during the death process.

All the useless struggles were frozen in an instant.

The next moment, the woman lying on the freezer turned into a wisp of smoke, blown away by the breeze.

The freezer also suddenly turned into a small tombstone only a few centimeters high.

Lu Yue firmly held Su Yun's hand, not wanting Su Yun to turn around and witness this horrible and bloody scene.

Xiaolong sighed.

"Gifts come at a price, and the widow's gift has always been to reap more death."

It changed the subject, scratched its head with its small paws, and said doubtfully.

"However, what is he going to do with so many lives?"

After the terrifying scene was completely over, Lu Yue let go of his hand very slowly.

After Lu Yue let go, Su Yun realized that the dull self had completely forgotten about that weird woman.

The hair on his back stood up instantly.

... If that woman stabbed him in the back, wouldn't he have to belch on the spot, and then the ashes return to ashes?

He hurriedly turned his head, only to see that in less than a minute, the old young man and the freezer had disappeared in place.

Instead, there was a middle-aged man who used a loudspeaker to amplify his own ice cream, and what he sold was normal ice cream.

...It seemed as if they had just strayed into an illusion that wanted to kill someone, and had a nightmare.

Lu Yue had already stepped forward to complete the process of paying for the ice cream, and he handed the most luxurious cherry three-color snowball ice cream to Su Yun.

"what happened?"

Su Yun looked at the place where his heart was crushed just now, and found that the dried maroon blood had disappeared, as if it had been evaporated by the glare and strong sunlight.

He replied in a trance, "It's okay."

Su Yun suddenly had an ominous premonition, he felt that it was not him going to play in the amusement park today, but the amusement park playing with him.

Suddenly, a lazy voice came from under the tree nearby.

"You two, it's written in the almanac that it's not suitable to go to the amusement park today, you two should leave quickly."

Su Yun searched for his reputation, and saw the man sitting cross-legged, with his back leaning against a tree, wearing a dark blue gown that resembled a Taoist robe, a string of Buddhist beads casually hung around his neck, and a cross bracelet wrapped around his hand.

People can not correctly identify his beliefs.

This young man who doesn't know what to practice is wearing sunglasses in broad daylight, with two wireless earphones plugged in, and what he is chanting silently is neither Buddha's name nor scriptures.

Instead, he was shaking his head and humming the lyrics in the earphones.

It looked like a star who was posing for a photo at the airport was directly put on a monk's robe.

But miraculously, it doesn't appear to be inconsistent.

Did this man who seemed to exude a mysterious and unreliable aura see through something?

Su Yun asked tentatively, "What kind of Tao are you...?"

He almost asked directly, 'Brother, which way are you mixed up'.

The man took off his earphones, saluted Su Yun in a dignified manner, then sighed and spoke slowly.

"I cultivate the way to become an immortal."

In the age of the Dharma, the probability of ordinary people wanting to become a fairy is infinitely close to zero.

It's not that there is no hope, but this hope is so small that it is almost equal to despair.

Su Yun was in awe, "Then you have to live at least another 500 years."

The man raised his eyebrows in surprise, and said with emotion.

"Is 500 years enough? I thought it would take at least 1000 years."

Su Yun choked, "..."

"You have a bloodbath today."

Su Yun nodded in agreement, "I also expected it when I went out. When I looked in the mirror this morning, the Yintang turned black."

"You have recently moved the Red Luan star."

The more Su Yun heard it, the more something was wrong.

"You cultivate immortality and watch your fate by the way?"

The man casually picked up the billboard next to it. On the billboard was boldly written in large bold letters, "Fortune-telling, safety, driving ghosts and demons, testing marriage, and money if you are not allowed."

He lazily took off his sunglasses, revealing his handsome face, with a hint of a smile on his lips.

"Isn't this a must-have job for those who cultivate immortals? One is fate, two is luck and three is geomantic omen, I can take a look at them all, sure."

Su Yun suddenly lost the mood to joke.

The words were stuck in his throat, Su Yun couldn't utter any more words with difficulty, he just stared at the man blankly.

Eyes are a little sore.

The appearance of this man was exactly the same as the man on the picture scroll that the director gave him.

The same cynical and lazy eyes that don't care about everything, the same long eyebrows that are as sharp as a drawn sword.

A small mole that was so red that it was about to bleed was in the exact position at the corner of the eye.

It was as if the person in the painting opened the bead curtain, heard the call of the people waiting for him to go home, and walked out with a smile on his face.

Su Yun thought in a trance.

Director, it would be nice if you were here.