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

The days passed by.

Shen Mo gradually got used to the soul-calling spell, and also got used to the puppet technique that made people feel cold all over.

Corpse puppetry...

This technique means that the caster issues a series of instructions, and the corpse then acts according to the instructions.

However, after cultivating to Shen Yuan's level, he no longer needs explicit instructions, and a single thought in his subconscious can control the corpse smoothly.

Under Shen Yuan's idea, the young man lived in the Shen family as before.

It seems that there is no difference from the past.

Shen Mo closed his eyes.

He still buys her candy.

He would still pick her up from school on rainy days.

He will still say, when you grow up, I will take you to suppress evil spirits and exorcise ghosts.

However, he obviously couldn't wait.

Can't wait any longer.

No matter how nicely the young man speaks, no matter how bright his smile is.

It's not that person after all.

Shen Mo didn't understand why her brother used this technique.

Every time she saw the "youth", she felt palpitations and couldn't breathe.

She couldn't help recalling those bits and pieces of the past.

The past that can never go back.

This is tantamount to another severe cut on a wound that has not yet healed.

One knife after another, dripping with blood.

Shen Mo was very sad.

Shen Yuan was deeply addicted to this illusion created by himself.

Knowing that it is drinking poison to quench thirst, but can't stop.

Shen Yuan's spell continued until the next winter.

It was an ordinary evening, and the first heavy snow of the year fell in the dark sky.

When Shen Mo found Shen Yuan, he was taking the young man to watch the snow and plum blossoms in the small garden.

In the boundless snow, Shen Yuan hugged the young man's waist from behind, with a gentle and lonely expression.

Leaning on Shen Yuan's chest, the young man casually raised his hand to catch the light and cold snowflakes.

"It's so cold." Looking at the snowy water in his palm, the young man sighed slightly, "It's really so cold."

The man hugged the young man's icy body, and he tightened the strength between his arms little by little, without saying a word.

"It's too cold." The young man withdrew his palm, his voice lowered, revealing an inexplicable emptiness and weakness, "It's so cold that my mouth feels bitter, A Yuan, I want to eat something sweet...I really want to think about it."

By the end of the sentence, the faint voice was barely audible.

Shen Mo's footsteps stopped, his heart began to throb with pain, and he was so sad that he had difficulty breathing.

She turned her face away, not daring to look any further, only vaguely heard the young man's misty voice: "A Yuan, I miss you..."

Shen Mo closed his eyes.

It took her a long time to manage to stabilize her emotions, and she opened her eyes to look at those two people again.

The two separated, and Shen Yuan was staring at the young man ecstatically.

The young man's eyes were closed tightly, he raised his head slightly, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"A Yuan?" The young man wondered, "How long will I be locked up?"

Smart expression, similar tone, and that rosy complexion.

Shen Mo couldn't help being in a daze. For a moment, she couldn't even distinguish the boundary between life and death.

Shen Yuan was also in a trance, he raised his hand, and stroked the young man's brows and eyes lightly and little by little.

He seemed to be fascinated, his eyes were full of bewilderment and intoxication like a dream.

The man lowered his head and touched the young man's lips lightly.

The young man paused, and wrapped his arms around Shen Yuan's neck cooperatively.

Shen Yuan took a tight breath, and the hazy color in his eyes gradually deepened. He put his arms around the young man's waist with one hand, and pressed the back of the young man's neck with the other, deepening the kiss.

The young man raised his head and opened his mouth slightly in cooperation.

The man's bottomless black eyes flashed a dreamlike starlight, and then became cloudy and fiery again.

He rubbed against the young man's lips little by little, he licked his teeth tentatively, he broke into a brand new field and conquered the city.

Shen Yuan kissed the young man uncontrollably.

After a long while, he let go of the young man, with a smile on his lips, he called out breathlessly: "Xiao Lin..."

He raised his eyes slightly, and saw the handsome young man with a pair of lifeless eyes, and there was nothing in the black pupils.

Slack, nothingness.

Nothing.

Shen Yuan's mind went blank, and he suddenly woke up from the illusory dream.

At the same time, the young man swayed and fell towards Shen Yuan like a doll.

The man's pupils shrank, and he took two steps back in fear.

The youth fell into the snow.

On the icy snow, the young man lay unconscious.

Much like a scene from a year ago.

Shen Yuan clenched his fist, and he covered his temple with one hand, his breathing became heavy and chaotic.

He took another step back.

The man stood there silently, all the dreaminess in his eyes faded away, the sparks dissipated, leaving only a turbid darkness, like a cold and hopeless eternal night.

The next moment, Shen Yuan picked him up from the snow.

He held the man's body.

The cold corpse.

Men put their heads on each other's shoulders.

The body trembled slightly.

Shen Mo took half a step forward, then stopped again.

Is he... crying?

Shen Mo didn't know.

Maybe.

That night, Shen Mo found her brother with a large box of beautiful cellophane candies.

"Give you."

Shen Yuan was startled: "Did you hear that?"

Shen Mo nodded, she paused, and whispered, "Brother Fu Lin never liked sweets."

"I know." Shen Yuan peeled off a piece of cellophane, put the candy in his mouth, and said with lowered eyes, "I always knew."

With that said, he took two more candies.

"Is it sweet?" Shen Mo asked.

Shen Yuan was silent for a long time, and said casually: "Sweet."

From this day on, Shen Yuan never used the puppet technique again.

And no longer chant the curse of calling back souls.

He seemed normal, and he seemed even more abnormal.

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In the year after Fu Lin's death, the rest of their Shen family were not idle.

There are many things that need them to deal with.

First of all, they spent a lot of energy investigating the whole story of Fu Lin's death.

But even though they mobilized countless manpower and material resources, they were still unable to confirm the murderer who killed Fu Lin.

This person was very careful and did not leave any unnecessary traces on the scene.

His only loophole is probably that he didn't destroy the corpse.

According to the damaged part and shape of Fu Lin's body, Shen Beiyan speculated that the other party forcibly tore out Fu Lin's soul through a secret method, which eventually led to Fu Lin's death.

However, there are so many celestial masters who can use the soul-absorbing method that it is difficult to count.

Factions that are longer than this path also exceed double digits.

Not to mention, with this person's prudence, maybe even the characteristic of "good at the method of soul-absorbing" is just a disguise made by him.

Shen Mo sighed.

According to her brother's previous personality, she thought that Shen Yuan would be furious, crazy, distorted, and directly slaughter everyone to death without asking right from wrong.

Unexpectedly, he held back and waited calmly for their investigation.

Shen Mo couldn't figure it out at first, but then she suddenly understood.

For her brother.

His life is the last gift Fu Lin left him.

He has to live.

Live long and healthy.

Do not create sinful karma, and do not suffer from karma.

……

In addition, there was another matter that troubled everyone in the Shen family.

Gu Xuanming and the others didn't know why they went crazy, and they came to trouble the Shen family every day.

It's not an ordinary trouble.

Their momentum is astonishing, and there is a sense of immortality.

He vowed to make Shen Yuan pay for Zhou Yuanze's life.

The Shen family was puzzled.

When Zhou Yuanze just died, Gu Xuanming did come here. At that time, he was still able to maintain his apparent stability and fought back and forth with the Shen family several times.

Why did Zhou Yuanze explode again after several months of death?

I don't understand.

If you don't understand, you have to fight. Everyone in the Shen family fought hard and lost countless waves of ghost servants.

My heart hurts so much that I cry out loud.

Shen Yuan was not in the mood to fight, and Gu Xuanming was so European.

If it weren't for the fact that the battlefield was outside the Shen residence.

Everyone in the Shen family was very suspicious, and they had to be sent to reincarnation with the ghost servants.

In the end, Shen Hong came forward and had a secret conversation with Gu Xuanming, and the two sides barely reached a truce.

However, Shen Mo always felt that Gu Xuanming didn't give up messing with them.

He was just waiting, waiting for the moment to give them the fatal blow.

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The following days have been dull, every day seems to be a replay of the previous day.

Shen Mo originally thought that her brother's life would probably go on like this forever.

There is neither hope nor despair.

Maybe over time.

One day, Shen Yuan can really let go.

Unexpectedly, things turned around.

The reason is that Sister Shen Qing inadvertently obtained a rare soul-seeking method during a ghost exorcism event.

This method is a special ancient spell handed down from generation to generation in a small family.

It is said that there is no mantra that can compare to determine the location of ghosts.

Shen Qing brought back the spell.

Shen Yuan didn't say much, his expression was very calm, neither surprised nor nervous.

He mechanically followed the spell booklet, drew amulets and set up formations, and poured in vast spiritual power step by step.

— as he has always done in the past.

Following the guidance of the formation, the spiritual energy was restrained in the young man's body, flowed through the young man's body without haste, and finally overflowed from his chest.

The aura turns into a white light that seems to be absent, and it passes through the wall, through the house, and points to the unknown distance.

The white line is so faint that it is almost indistinguishable to the naked eye.

But in Shen Yuan's eyes, Shen Mo saw the sky full of stars that suddenly lit up in the dark and eternal night.

From that day on, Shen Yuan began to study this soul-seeking curse.

He improved it several times, but the results were not very satisfactory. In the end, Shen Yuan put a soul-guiding plate in the core of the formation.

The white line finally became stable and clear.

All are excited.

Immediately, they set off in a car to find the other end of the white line.

Shen Mo didn't remember how long they drove or how far they traveled, but only remembered that they drove out of the urban area, onto the highway, and across the endlessly flowing river.

At last they reached the sea.

The white line is still stretching forward without end, with no end in sight.

"At sea?" Shen Hong wondered.

Shen Mo looked over.

No, not at sea.

The white line pointed straight to the unknowable horizon.

Shen Mo sighed quietly.

Shen Yuan didn't feel sad, but frowned thoughtfully.

He had expected that Fu Lin's soul might no longer be in this world.

Otherwise he would have found him long ago.

Fu Lin either went to the underworld, or... was wiped out.

Now it seems that it is the former.

He may be reporting in the underworld, or he may have made a new home in the underworld.

But anyway, he found his tracks.

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Five years after Fu Lin's death, Shen Yuan finally planned everything.

The resurrection battle he prepared for Fu Lin was divided into three parts.

The first part is the soul-seeking formation with the soul-guiding plate as the core.

The formation uses jade powder as the dye, and is carved and painted on Fu Lin's coffin.

The soul-inducing plate is pressed directly under the coffin, which is the heart of the formation.

The second part is the space system formation method that breaks through the gap between the two worlds.

This formation was presided over by Shen Beiyan and arranged at the outermost edge.

This magic circle is based on the continuous mountains and rivers, and it is set between the mountains and fields, and it complements the luck of heaven.

It seems to be following the sky, but in fact it is to use the power of the underground spiritual veins to carry out acts against the sky.

The last part is the blood array for the resurrection of the undead.

This formation was guided by Shen Yuan himself with his own blood, and was placed under the coffin at the last moment.

Everything is ready, Fu Lin's body has been put into a special coffin, and they have also found a suitable terrain for formation.

Just waiting for the arrival of the extremely cloudy day.

The morning of the cast.

The corners of Shen Yuan's eyes and brows were stained with a slight smile.

But Shen Mo couldn't be happy at all.

Resurrection, rebirth.

How do dead souls come back to life?

Who knows if the other end of the white line is still the "Fu Lin" they know.

"Xiaomo?"

"Huh?" Shen Mo suppressed his sadness and asked her brother with a smile, "What's wrong?"

"Which one do you think I should wear today?" Shen Yuan pulled his sister into the room and asked, pointing to his closet full of clothes.

"Aren't you wearing the celestial master's uniform?" Shen Mo was at a loss.

Shen Yuan looked at Shen Mo speechlessly: "It's too ugly."

Shen Mo thought for a while, got into the big wardrobe and rummaged through it, and took out a coat with a unique shape: "This windbreaker is very handsome."

"Is the windbreaker too ordinary?" The man hesitated.

"Then... a knitted sweater?"

The two rummaged through the closet, and finally took out a suit at the bottom of the box.

Shen Yuan seldom wears a suit on weekdays. After all, he doesn't need to go out to work in a serious manner, and he has no interest in attending other people's banquets.

His clothes are mostly casual and comfortable.

Therefore, Shen Yuan and Shen Mo agreed that "Shen Yuan in a suit" would definitely give Fu Lin a new stimulus in the late stage of facial control, and make him recall the initial heart-pounding feeling again.

Shen Mo forgot to be sad for a while, rolled up his sleeves, and pushed her brother to do a whole set of looks.

Be deeply obsessed with her brother's looks!Brother Fu Lin!

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At dusk, the moment of meeting the devil.

The yin is pervasive, and the setting sun is looming.

Everyone in the Shen family came to the planned location.

Shen Beiyan took other people to the periphery to maintain a large space formation.

Shen Yuan walked to the coffin alone and waited silently.

Shen Mo hesitated for a moment, instead of following Uncle Bei, he stayed at the scene.

When the night fell completely, Shen Yuan raised his hand to press the wooden coffin.

The originally ordinary coffin suddenly lit up with countless mysterious lines, spinning and swimming on the surface of the coffin.

A bright white light drilled out from the coffin, pointing directly to the unreachable sky.

At the same time, the large space-breaking array on the outside plundered the power of the spiritual veins, and pulled the spiritual energy to move and tremble regularly in a specific trajectory.

At the moment when the aura vibrated most intensely.

Then the world shook.

Shen Mo raised his head.

For a moment, the sky seemed to be broken into thousands of pieces.

The skyline is no longer the focus of the white line.

The white line passed through the crack and continued to extend further into the distance.

No, it’s not over yet, and it’s still blocked by something.

Shen Mo clenched his fists violently.

how is this possible……?

They obviously just want to connect to the underworld of this world, right?

Shen Yuan also found something unusual.

He didn't think too much, and immediately waved his hands to mobilize his spiritual power, drawing the yin energy in this area into the outer formation.

The world shook again.

The soul-seeking formation suddenly lit up, and the faint and distant bells sounded, echoing in the broken sky and everyone's ears.

Shen Yuan took a tight breath, and cast a deep glance at the sky.

Then he lowered his head and cut his wrist with a sharp knife without hesitation.

A complicated and strange formation was poured on the soil with bright red blood.

The formation formed little by little, but the man's movements became slower and slower.

The blood on his wrists gushed from a gurgling to a trickle.

The man made another cut and continued walking.

Shen Mo covered his mouth and slowly squatted down.

The surrounding Yin Qi is severely lacking, and the evil formation has eagerly begun to plunder the caster's blood and vitality.

Shen Mo was trembling slightly.

I can't finish painting.

How to do?

The man made another cut. His eyes were blurred and he staggered, but he still walked forward unsteadily.

The spilled blood formed the most beautiful pattern behind him.

The man's skin lost its luster, and his face was sunken.

He continued to walk forward unconsciously, and no more blood flowed out of his lacerated wrist.

He raised his hand with difficulty, and cut the last knife vigorously.

The last drop of blood fell on the dirt.

Shen Yuan sighed.

Shen Mo saw the man raised his head and looked at her.

He faced her direction, his mouth moved slightly.

What did he say?

That mouth shape is...

"Don't cry."

She doesn't cry.

She didn't cry.

Endless Yin energy suddenly rose from the man's body, and the huge black energy swept across the world with overwhelming momentum.

Shen Mo covered his face.

she knows.

Her brother is dead.

She doesn't cry.

"move."

At some point, Uncle Bei came behind her.

The calm middle-aged man wiped the corners of his eyes, grabbed Shen Mo's arm, and pulled him up.

The little girl twitched her arms, her feet seemed to be nailed in place, and she remained motionless, staring at the center of Yin Qi.

"You can't stay in such a heavy cloud for a long time." Shen Beiyan frowned.

"I……"

"I'll see you soon." Shen Beiyan sighed softly, "Whether it's your brother or Fu Lin."

"Really...?" The little girl raised her head.

"Really." Uncle Bei nodded slowly.

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"Hi, my name is Fu Lin..."

Shen Yuan moved, vaguely waking up from the boundless darkness.

He rolled his eyes with difficulty.

The vivid youth imprinted in Shen Yuan's cloudy eyes.

Ah Lin.

His Ah Lin was standing in front of him.

The youth's black eyes moved nimbly, and the eyes were full of light and light colors.

Is it a dream?

There is no more death on the young man's forehead, and the full vitality seems to be gushing out from the depths of the soul.

What a dream.

The young man narrowed his beautiful eyes, smiled distantly and kindly: "From today onwards, you will be my ghost general."

Shen Yuan raised his arm with difficulty, reaching out to his young man: "Fu... Lin..."

The terrifying bones of the dead barely stopped in front of the young man's face.

Shen Yuan was stunned.

? ? ? ? ?

What the hell is this? ? ?

How did his hands become like this?

Wait, isn't he ugly enough to explode now? ? ?

No, he is not Shen Yuan.

Please call him Fu Yi, thank you.

The author has something to say:

Shocked, a knife cheated a number of crops and a bunch of mines

I couldn't help but add a little bit of knife cough cough cough

Well, this must be the last knife, and there will be no role in the knife anymore.

In fact, I didn't want to write this memory at all, but after thinking about it, I always feel that if I don't write it, this article will be incomplete.

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I don't know if it can be connected with the beginning. I will look back later, and my impression is similar.

Speaking of which, when I showed my friends the first three chapters.

She: Do you have a serious style of writing or a sand sculpture style?

Me: There is even a style of sand sculpture writing? ? ? ? ?

Cough cough cough, my initial positioning of this article is: a Pipixiu kills a lot of laughter in the sadomasochistic love.

Later, I found that the inconsistent style of writing is really bad.