Inner Demons

It took another hour, and Li Yunxin had digested all of the aspirations before letting out a breath.

He slowly let go of his legs and waited until they were no longer numb or painful before going down a little bit. He took off his drenched and dry clothes, opened the big redwood box with brass edging, and found a clean outfit.

He and Liu Laodao are as tall as they are, and they are about the same height. Liu Laodao’s daoist robe, he also fits well.

There is no light in the room, only a faint crescent moonlight. But the body of cultivation person also gets spirit strength tempering, mostly sharp ears and keen eyes. Therefore, Li Yunxin can see clearly without lighting the lamp, even more how the lamp is not too bright. There is still a smoky smell in the room, which makes him still unable to adapt.

I poured another cup of herbal tea and drank it. Don’t quench your thirst, lift the teapot up and drink.

I looked up and saw the window.

When a sip of water choked into his lungs, the teapot ka-cha fell to the ground with a bang, and he was shocked from head to toe—what the hell? !

He is not afraid of ghosts. But no matter how courageous people are, they can’t help but suddenly see such a sight—

Because the room is dark, the shadows outside the window are particularly clear. A silhouette, head down, body up, lying on the window! The long hair hangs down, still floating slightly.

This shadow is lighter than normal shadows, it seems a bit translucent. But Li Yunxin could also see its movements-it was grasping the window paper and seemed to want to come in.

“Fuck…” Li Yunxin stood still, staring at the thing with round eyes.

He knew it might be a ghost.

Except for the illusion created by the kitty demon he saw in the woods before, this is the first time he has seen a ghost. I have encountered ghosts before, but I can only feel the ghost like a cat demon. But it was the first time I saw it.

For cultivation people, the existence of ghosts is certain. If you want to see ghosts, naturally there are ways-use a special potion or cultivate a certain magical power, Opening Heaven Eye. But the question is, who would be okay to find yourself unhappy, so doing?

The spirit strength of the cultivator can already be felt and positioned to them. No one can’t think of obsessively watching-watching all kinds of tragic things that stay before death.

But now Li Yunxin feels that he has indeed seen it.

This is a temple! There is also the power of incense!

Not to mention why he can hell all of a sudden—what the hell can’t drive so much, run to the temple? !

He was stunned for a while, then walked to the door and opened it. Pushing the door and looking aside—this ghost also turned to look at him.

There are no facial features on the face. His body was bloody. He straightened his neck in a very strange posture and looked at him carefully.

Li Yunxin looked into the courtyard again and saw Old Tao Liu who fell on the ground. He ignored the ghost, hurriedly went to Liu Laodao and squatted down, picked up his hand and got his pulse.

Lao Liu is fifty-four this year. It should be an old man with a great-grandson in this era. If it is an ordinary person at this age and surprised like this, if he says that he is not good enough, he will not be able to afford the disease, breathe one’s last. But fortunately, although he is a secular painter, he also practiced some Qi Refinement methods, and his body is much better than ordinary people.

Take the pulse, my body is intact, just fainted.

Li Yunxin only noticed the oil paper bag on his hand, and when he opened it, it was sauced beef.

So a strange emotion arose in his heart. Because he knew it was probably for himself.

Besides this World’s parents…the third person who treats himself well?

I was in a trance for a while. Due to certain experiences in the previous life, Li Yunxin could not deeply understand the “goodwill” this thing. When it comes to this life, although he can feel it and can accept it, it is really harder to go further…

After all, his previous life was…

Thinking of these things, his chest felt irritated, so he didn’t think about it.

He put the oil paper bag in his left hand and stood up, twisted a piece of beef and chewed carefully, raised his head and asked the ghost: “Why are you looking for me?”

The ghost is still Lying on the window, only his neck twisted at a weird angle, still facing him with a face without facial features, and dangling slightly, as if he was looking repeatedly to confirm something.

Li Yunxin is a little impatient. What he has is a way to deal with this kind of ghost-even if this one is a more special kind.

After death, the soul will be hooked away by the black and white Yan Jun-two Yan Jun possesses great magical power, and the incarnation is not difficult. But in some special circumstances, the ghost will temporarily disappear from reincarnation and linger in the world.

Generally speaking, ghosts retain their appearance at the moment they die. But if after death, the body is occupied by something, the ghost becomes a faceless ghost.

He can use a little spirit strength now. Although it is not possible to fully display the power of Huajing, the “danqing Taoist” who was born in a professional class as an artistic conception or virtual environment is far from comparable to those of secular artistic conception and virtual environment painters.

At the moment, two fingers are brought together, and when they draw a virtual stroke in the air, they construct a restriction with spirit strength. If you just flick your wrist, you can make this ghost suffer.

Ghosts are not people. No matter how shrewd and sophisticated during his lifetime, he became muddleheaded as a ghost. After all, there is Divine Soul before life, and part of Divine Soul is hidden in Life Source fleshy body. The fleshy body is gone, Divine Soul is damaged, and naturally spiritual wisdom is also lost. Therefore, if you want to communicate happily with these ghosts, most of the time you have to make them suffer a bit like taming a wild beast before you can speak obediently.

But when the finger was about to pop out, Li Yunxin noticed the faceless ghost’s forehead–

there was a little red.

His heart beat, thinking of Qiao Jiaxin’s death that night.

The swordsman hit his forehead with a sword.

Look at the blood stains on her body again…Is it just a blood stain on her belly?

It’s… Qiao Jiaxin’s ghost.

That day was not a random dream, but a real dream of seeing black and white Yan Jun. The two Yan Jun said that he was like a person who had “killed and killed the Senluo Temple” thousands of years ago, so they hurriedly left, and said that they had something to do with him.

Sure enough.

He quickly dismissed the simple restraint between his fingers: “Are you… Qiao Jiaxin? Are you Qiao Jiaxin?”

But after asking this sentence, the ghost suddenly stunned. child. Immediately afterwards, its head slammed up and looked to the north. Then, using its hands and feet together, at a fast and straightening speed, it crawled to the back of the house.

Li Yunxin loudly shouted: “Wait!”

When he mentioned spirit strength, he jumped on the roof. But after looking at the house, there are only three or four early spring dishes, there is no ghost shadow.

The city at this time, even though it is big, cannot be compared with the “big city” of the world before him. It has been relatively dry recently, with no pollution and good visibility. In addition, because of his cultivation, he has excellent eyesight, so when he stood on this roof and turned his head and glanced in the direction the ghost was looking at, he found that there was a little fire outside the city.

The flame is extremely weak, it should be far away. Probably on the outskirts of the city, there are places where farmers live.

Someone hit torch on such a night, maybe something happened, someone died, or someone was thief.

Li Yunxin didn’t know if the fire was related to the ghost’s departure, so he sighed then said slightly and jumped out of the room.

Maybe I will come again, he thought.