Vampire cute baby tomb robber

"What's wrong?" Nangong Baiye also stopped in his tracks as if he had sensed something strange about Beiming Liancheng.

Beiming Liancheng stared at his black jade wrench for a while, and a cold light flashed in his amber eyes: "It's okay."

"Really." Nangong Baiye frowned, looking at the overly desolate palace gate in front of him, always felt that there were some indescribably strange things.

A few young eunuchs appeared in front of them, holding red lanterns in their hands, walking swayingly, their faces could not be seen clearly, and they could only faintly hear what they were saying.

When they got closer, Nangong Baiye realized that they were not talking, but singing.

The singing is opera, a bit like Hebei Bangzi.

No matter what it is, the singing at night is enough to penetrate people.

Nangong Baiye looked at those little eunuchs vigilantly, just as he put his finger on the exorcism knife, he found that those little eunuchs disappeared!

She turned her eyes to look at Beiming Liancheng, the profile of Beiming Liancheng was colder than ever.

Without saying a word, he directly took Nangong Baiye into his arms, and reminded Nangong Baiye in a low voice: "No matter what happens, don't let go of my hand. Now, move on."

Nangong Baiye didn't know what happened, but it was the first time she had seen Beiming Liancheng look so serious.

There was familiar sandalwood in his breath, Nangong Baiye followed his steps and walked forward, his posture seemed to be walking on the edge of a cliff.

Faintly, I heard someone calling my name behind me.

He said: "Nangong Baiye, this is the man who killed you and took your heart."

Nangong Baiye's fingers stiffened, and he almost let go of his sleeve.

"Don't turn your head when you hear any sound." Beiming Liancheng lowered his eyes, stretched out his black gloved hand to cover her ears with a pretty face.

Nangong Baiye hummed, looked at the man's face, thoughtfully...

Simon.

Boss Pei, dressed in a Tang suit, walked into a place that resembled a temple of the earth.

There is a bottle of Buddha statue enshrined in the temple. The Buddha statue is exquisitely made, with half-closed eyes and a smile on the corner of the mouth.

Wherever Boss Pei goes, that Buddha statue will appear there.

Ghost hit the wall?

Boss Pei slightly hooked his thin lips, and pulled out a few yellow talismans with a smile. The talisman paper flew to the four corners of the southeast, north, and west with light.

However, the moment the talisman paper fell, the golden light seemed to be absorbed by something, and it didn't play any role at all, and the talisman paper really became a piece of waste paper.

Boss Pei's smiling eyes stretched suddenly, and he turned his head away. Hearing the sound slowly approaching behind him, his mind sank.

His spell...disappeared...

"It's such a nice body, it's too young compared to me." The Buddha laughed in a low voice, his voice was hoarse and full of strangeness.

Boss Pei had heard this voice before, and raised his lips slightly: "I really didn't expect to see Lao Nie, who is known as the national teacher, here."

"You know me?" The dead Nangong Nie has never been reincarnated. He has been looking for a young and healthy body to accept his soul.

In this way, he can complete his great plan of eternal life.

Nangong Nie smiled deeply, his eyes overflowed with a black mist, maybe even he himself didn't know why his evil thoughts were in the Buddha statue, probably because his thoughts were too strong to form this formation that he was best at , a tomb specially built for Onmyoji!

"Now that we know each other, it's easier to communicate." The Buddha's eyes moved back and forth strangely, and a sinister smile appeared on his lips: "You, who are also an onmyoji, should understand what kind of formation this is."

Of course Boss Pei understood that he could not take half a step with his eyes half downcast.

The original bluestone path suddenly distorted, like rippling water patterns, one after another small faces, densely attached to it, opened their empty mouths towards Boss Pei...

North Gate.

It was snowing heavily.

Carrying his huge black scythe, Ka Suo walked forward carelessly, with an evil smile on his handsome side face.

He seemed to have stepped into a land surrounded by glaciers.

What can be seen is full of cold silver.

One ice sculpture after another, transparent and bright, lifeless.

Ka Suo stared at one of the ice sculptures for a while, then slowly narrowed his eyes, and said something that made the ice sculpture vomit blood: "This mirror is really good. Hey, the shadows it shows are also good. There is no way, it's all my fault." It's so handsome..."

Ice Sculpture: ...

If the ice sculpture had life, it would definitely strangle it to death! (Well, the author can't bear to read it anymore, who dragged this thing away!)

Ka Suo straightened his robe slowly, suddenly tightened his thick eyebrows, and looked behind him.

Is it an illusion?

Was there any sound just now?

The north wind whizzed past, and in the empty world of ice and snow, human heads appeared one by one.

Ka Suo put his finger on the thin lips, and gently pushed it away, with a completely evil demeanor: "This scene is really spectacular."

There is a dense layer of black hair on the head, as if it has life, spreading in the snow at a speed that can be seen by the naked eye.

Ka Suo sneered twice: "It's really ugly."

That hair is a woman's hair.

Even now, it is recorded in some books.

Women's hair symbolizes gloomy resentment and can attract evil spirits.

Ka Suo raised her thin lips, and a thin light overflowed from her eyes.

Compared with his appearance, his strikes were fast, ruthless and accurate without any hesitation.

A black sickle circled a flower in his hand, chopped the ground, and the shaking ice sculpture made a buzzing sound.

The strange thing is, those hairs are like steel wires that can't be chopped off, one by one, they are wrapped around the handle of the sickle.

A hint of surprise flashed clearly in Ka Suo's eyes!

In his memory, this is the first time there is something that can't be cut by a sickle...

……

The gloomy palace feels more and more empty the further you walk.

This gave Nangong Baiye an illusion.

The palace in front of me is not real, but rather like a shadow printed in the water.

Nangong Baiye narrowed his eyes, and those little eunuchs appeared again, this time not only those little eunuchs, but also a group of guards behind them. A woman was sitting, she couldn't see her face clearly, she was only wearing the concubine's clothes, her eyes were numb.

Nangong Baiye's eyes flashed.

This is……

In ancient times, after the death of some emperors, they were not willing to go like this, and forced to drag the living to be buried with them.

Even in the [-]st century, when night falls, there will be faint cries from the imperial mausoleum.

It was the unwillingness of the burial person before death, the grievance left to the end...

Well, why would they see this?