After the scum finished ghost attack, I put it back on again

The young man lay silently in Shen Yuan's arms, his expression was serene and peaceful, as if he had just fallen asleep.

Below him is a large expanse of snow stained red with cinnabar.

Red is more gorgeous than flowers, more beautiful than blood.

Shen Yuan maintained the same posture like a statue, motionless.

The cold snowflakes fell on the brows of his hair and on his shoulders.

fell on his heart.

After a long time, the man's eyelashes moved slightly.

Shen Yuan tightened his arms little by little, and tightly locked the young man who had lost his temperature in his arms.

He closed his eyes and murmured an ancient spell in a hoarse voice.

Intermittent male voices spread far away.

It seemed to be calling for something, whispering something.

The last syllable of the incantation fell, and Shen Yuan raised his eyes and looked around.

The snow-white wilderness stretches as far as the eye can see.

The cold world is so quiet that you can hear the sound of snow falling.

Nothing.

The man's expression didn't seem to change at all, but his dark eyes were full of unconcealable fear and panic. He stood up unsteadily and called out weakly: "A Lin?"

He looked around in confusion: "A Lin? Where are you?"

"are you there?"

The faint sound dissipated in the air.

No one answered.

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That was the most chaotic day for the Shen family.

It was also a day that Shen Mo would never forget.

She was in school all day long that day.

When she got home, her brother had already returned with brother Fu Lin in his arms.

Shen Mo followed the guidance of others and came to a dark quiet room.

Shen Mo pushed open the door and looked inside.

A ring of flickering white candles was placed in a certain pattern on the floor of the room.

Candles are connected to the spiritual circle painted in blood.

There are also several spiritual bells hanging on the wall.

Shen Yuan hugged the sleeping young man and sat in the center of the formation.

A piece of white gauze was casually wrapped around the man's wrist, and there were spots of blood on the white cloth.

He lowered his head, chanting the Spiritual Curse with an empty expression.

Faint candles flickered on and off, and bells on the wall swayed gently.

Shen Mo stood at the door and whispered, "Brother?"

Shen Yuan didn't notice anything.

He continued to chant the spiritual spell.

again and again.

Hopeless and persistent.

Shen Mo didn't know how many times her brother read it, nor did she remember how many times she listened to it.

Day after day, the same sentence, the same tone.

— same result.

The soul-calling spell is the most basic one in metaphysics and Taoism, but it is Shen Mo's most distant nightmare.

For the rest of her life, she didn't want to hear the incantation again.

Then one day, Uncle Bei finally couldn't bear to stand up and comfort her brother: "Xiao Yuan, Fu Lin may have gone to reincarnation, let him go, let yourself go too."

He said so, but they all knew it.

Compared with reincarnation, Brother Fu Lin is more likely to be wiped out.

Shen Yuan didn't answer.

At that time, he was helping the young man wipe his body.

Shen stood beside him with a basin in his hand.

On the big soft bed, the delicate young man closed his eyes and fell asleep deeply.

His skin was tight and his complexion was clear, no different from a living person.

To Shen Yuan, maintaining a corpse well is just a matter of raising his hand.

But the dead air between the young man's brows couldn't be concealed no matter what.

Shen Yuan took a damp cloth and carefully wiped the young man's arm.

Shen Beiyan: "Patriarch?"

"Have you found it?" Shen Yuan asked flatly.

Shen Beiyan sighed: "The traces on the scene were melted into sevens and eights by snow water, and the cinnabar ink seems to have been sprinkled by Fu Lin when he cast the spell, and what the other party used should be a method to pull the soul. I am investigating the faction that is good at this kind of spell .”

Shen Yuan nodded and said nothing more.

He put down the wet cloth, hesitated for a moment, helped Fu Lin up, and let him sit on the head of the bed.

Shen Yuan raised his hand and gently stroked a few strokes between Fu Lin's forehead.

A black mantra looms on the young man's forehead.

The next moment, the young man slowly opened his eyes.

He blinked his eyes, the expression on his face was bright and light, very much like Fu Lin's appearance when he was alive.

But looking carefully, the young man's pupils are loose, without focus, empty like a pool of stagnant water.

He looked at Shen Yuan with a gentle expression.

"Ah Yuan." The young man smiled and called out.

"...Mmm." Shen Yuan closed his eyes.

"Ah Yuan." The young man called out again.

Shen Yuan's voice was so hoarse that he could hardly hear: "I am here."

The man covered his eyes with one hand, and the vague breathing sound gradually increased.

After a while, he calmed down and asked softly, "Where... have you been?"

"Where did what go?" the young man wondered, "I've always been here."

"bump."

The basin fell to the ground.

Shen Mo covered her mouth, tears could not stop falling.

She ran out.

She didn't know where she ran to, nor how long she cried.

I just remember that in the end, the handsome young man found her.

The young man rubbed her forehead distressedly: "Xiao Mo, what's wrong with you? Who bullied you?"

Shen Mo had a blank expression, and after a long time, she murmured: "My brother robbed me of chocolate again."

"Huh?" The young man raised his eyebrows, "I'll ask him to discuss it."

Shen Mo covered his eyes, and tears welled up again.

wrong.

Brother Fu Lin wouldn't say that.

He will say: I really don’t know why a big man like him is so addicted to sweets, don’t cry, I’ll buy you a few more boxes of new ones.

Shen Mo knew this technique.

One of the basic courses of their Shen family.

Corpse puppetry.

It's just... her brother talking to himself.

The author has something to say:

Catch up! !To be changed! ! !

you guys

actually

like knives

so scary

There is no psychological description of Yuan Zai in the whole process, and the description of demeanor is also a lot less

I can't write. . . ,