long night walk

Chapter 215

The reason why the method is cruel is that Zhou Ruyan harbors resentment, and the other is because of the fiery and distorted yearning and respect for the emperor and empress.

I resent the stigma that I can't get rid of all my life, and the grievance that I died in vain.

Once it was cleared up.

It made him desire to be reborn as a human being again, and even more strongly than the exiled female practitioner, he wanted to be a person in the inner city and often serve under the temple of immortals.

Therefore, the soul is nourished and the body is cultivated by the magic of life-soul magic, and the dead are reborn.

After listening to Lan Youdie's words.

Bai Lian was thoughtful, and said: "Since the emperor can get back the pupils for Zhou Ruyan, why don't you completely convert him back, and instead make so many innocent people in the border town die in vain."

Lan Youdie's complexion changed drastically, and her eyes suddenly became sharp: "Good boy! What you mean by this is that the ghosts in the city murdered and killed people, and it was all because of your mother's fault."

Bai Li'an said: "What you think in your heart is what you feel."

"Hmph, I would like to advise you, in the city of immortals, don't talk about the emperor! The crime of blasphemy is a death sentence!"

Bai Lian found it very difficult to understand the nihility that these people believed in.

However, words of doubt have become blasphemy.

As an ancient fairy god, how could he not have such a little stomach.

If there are all kinds of words in the world, if you hear them all, you will be furious, then this fairy must be too tired.

Thinking of the vague piano sound in the darkness when the accident happened tonight, Bai Lian felt a little strange in his heart.

Seeing Lan Youdie's nervous and stern look, Bai Lian naturally didn't ask any more questions, and changed the question instead, saying: "Then Miss Lan, do you know that in recent days, is there any childish child, Yang Hun? lost?"

After hearing this, Lan Youdie was stunned, and looked at Bai Li'an with some surprise.

Zhou Ruyan blamed ghosts for killing people, using the childish soul to nourish his body and quench his spirit. Although it is a very stupid method, it is still useful. It is impossible to say that hundreds of years later, he can really raise a living body. .

In the past hundred years, innocent children were not in the minority who were killed by him.

But the children in the border town are mediocre mortals after all. They only want to catch old ghosts in exchange for fame, but no one will deliberately save these mortal children.

Lan Youdie only thought that this kid was so strange, he clearly caught the old ghost in the city, but he didn't intend to exchange for a huge reward, instead he attached so much importance to a little girl from a folk family.

Could it be that his brain was flooded.

What good is wasted energy saving a useless mortal.

It was strange that this kid was clearly capable, but he was so poor that he wanted to sell his body and appearance to rely on women to live.

Feelings are not brains.

Although she was contemptuous in her heart, Lan Youdie still answered him patiently for the sake of her military achievements.

"On Zhaoting Street and Fourteenth Lane lived a mortal young scholar named Ji Ting. He had two younger sisters, and one of them, Yaomei, lost her soul. Our people also guessed that Zhou Ruyan had arrested him. , then Yaomei’s elder sister comes to the city mansion every day crying and begging, if you really got the soul, sending it would be a good deed.”

Obviously, Lan Youdie's last "merit and good deed" was full of contempt and hypocrisy.

She didn't think that she could get any great merit from a mortal.

It's just that this kid is stupid, he must be a knight-errant with faith, and he is so naive that day, so there is no need to break his heart.

Bai Lian nodded his thanks, not caring about her hypocritical reassurance, and walked out of the alley with an umbrella.

Fine snowflakes began to fall from the sky again.

Bright lights illuminate the city, what a prosperous world.

Lin Yuan and Lin Guiyuan walked out of the darkness, looking at Bai Lian whose cheeks were stained with blood.

Bai Lian smiled slightly at the two and said, "Did you find anything?"

Lin Guiyuan said: "There was a man who set up a spirit formation behind Linxiang. When Lin Yuan and I captured him, he committed suicide."

Hearing this, Bai Lian frowned: "Suicide?" If he was only captured, why was he forced to commit suicide.

"However, we found these on him." Lin Yuan took out a large stack of black and different colored papers from his bosom.

The moment Bai Lian took it from his hand, a kind of pure yin coolness spread along the skin all the way to the body.

He flipped through two pieces of paper and knew what it was.

"The yin secretary paper."

Naturally, Lin Yuan also recognized that this was Yin Sizhi. What he didn't understand was why a human practitioner would carry so much money with him.

Bai Lian lowered his head and rubbed the paper with his fingers for a moment, his eyes narrowed, and said: "It's not ordinary ghost money, this Yinsi paper is endowed with spirits, and for ghosts, it should be like a spirit stone."

As he said that, he took out one at random, and used the power of darkness in his body to trigger the paper money.

Soon, the curled edges of the paper money burned, and wisps of Yin Qi melted into his mouth and nose like threads.

Not long after, Bai Lian's aura weakened a bit, his complexion became paler and paler, and he looked ghostly in the night.

Seeing that Bai Lian took out another card, Lin Yuan quickly stopped it: "Stop smoking, why is this thing from the underworld sucking into your body?"

Seeing her worried expression, Bai Lian folded the ghost paper in his hand and returned it to her, and said with a smile: "This paper money is very interesting, and it should have many uses. When ghosts kill people on this side, someone will collect ghost money on the other side. The city here is not as calm as it appears on the surface."

A cold snow fell on the long streets and alleys, and the new snow covered the old snow, making the night even more bleak.

Zhaoting Street, Fourteenth Lane, near the outskirts of Border Town.

The alleys are simple and crowded, with criss-crossing paths and low-rise old houses, which have been eroded by wind and rain to show the mottled traces of history.

Outside the entrance of the alley, there is a simple earth immortal offering altar. The incense on the table has been covered by ice and snow, and it is deserted.

The environment here is very poor, but it has the smell of human fireworks.

Every household is lit with long candles, and the cold alleys are illuminated with warm halos.

Ji Ying, the second sister of the Ji family, is cutting garlic noodles through the window. Her family makes a living from noodle stalls.

The house is divided into two areas, the first half of which is used for cooking noodles and entertaining guests, and the second half is where a family of three brothers and sisters live and sleep.

Although it is late at night, it is the Spring Festival, and people have the habit of watching the year, staying up all night, waiting for the fireworks in the city to open.

At this time, someone will come to the store to pack a bowl of hot pickled cabbage and bean soup noodles.

The alley has a long lamp, and Ji Ying, in order to save lamp oil at home for his elder brother to read at night, did not light a candle when chopping vegetables and making noodles, and opened the window to let the cold wind blow his eyebrows and eyes on a snowy night.

The foreign minister's light came into the room, and her fingertips were blue and red from the cold, but it didn't affect the speed of cutting vegetables at all.

Suddenly, the light outside the window flickered, and a figure covered the light.

Ji Ying stopped the knife in his hand and looked up.

In the snow-colored light, there is a boy holding an umbrella.

Pure white snowflakes brushed past the eaves of the umbrella, and under the umbrella was a handsome face as gentle as jade.

(End of this chapter)