This is clearly the ghost world!
How could Tiandao possibly follow me again!
Lu Yingjiu was filled with shock and anger that he could not express in words. As usual, he suppressed his excessive emotions so that reason could prevail again.
He then thought: Since he came to the ghost world in a human body, the heaven has laws to restrict him.
This theory is not wrong. He is absolutely safe in the ghost world.
But Jingxian is different.
He is a priest, and the laws that can restrain him are in the ghost world!
No wonder the eyes didn't look at him, but turned to Jing Xian.
The symbols in the pupils kept flowing.
“Hoo, hoo, hoo!”
The sharp sound of breaking wind!
There were flashes of lightning and thunder in the sky, and the thick black color suppressed the paleness of the early morning.
Dark chains broke out from the clouds and rushed towards Jing Xian like mad snakes.
It is impossible to tell how many chains there are; they twist and turn, interweaving, wrapping the sky tightly like a steel cage.
Lu Yingjiu had heard that when a priest was going through a tribulation, there would be thunder, lightning and chains.
Thunder and lightning test the weak, and the losers are reduced to ashes.
And the chains...
After all, the priests were also ghosts, with demons in their hearts that made them wild, cruel, and ferocious. These chains not only bound their actions, but also brought demons into their hearts. If they lost their will, they would become mindless wandering ghosts.
The priests all transcend tribulation in the ghost world, so Lu Yingjiu has only heard of it.
Today was the first time he saw this spectacular sight.
And all these evil things are aimed at respecting leisure.
Jing Xian's expression remained unchanged. He waved his black sleeves and a cold wind broke the hundreds of chains in front of him!
The metal exploded. Lightning roared, turning into pale white lines that struck down on his head.
They fell on Jing Xian, and were pushed away by the invisible barrier around him, turning into tiny arcs of electricity.
Before the electric arc dissipated, thousands of chains struck down again, and then the thunder started again, roaring so loudly that the earth and sky shook.
The chains were bounced off and pierced through the red walls and green tiles, and broken stones flew everywhere; the rolling thunder fell and scorched the earth.
In this horrifying scene, Lu Yingjiu saw through the crisscrossing chains that the edges of the eyes had a slight curve.
…as if smiling with satisfaction.
It turned again, and Lu Yingjiu looked at each other.
This eye contact lasted only three or four seconds, but it also seemed like an eternity.
In the strange color of the metal, Lu Yingjiu understood its meaning—
It is saying that this situation is all caused by you.
The next second, thousands of ghosts howled in unison.
They poured out from the ground, climbed onto the deflected chains, and climbed up at a very fast speed. From a distance, every chain was densely entangled with little devils, which made people's scalps tingle.
Lightning passed down the chain.
Countless little ghosts were electrocuted into charcoal and shattered into powder as they fell downwards; and more little ghosts followed one after another, constantly pushing forward, and finally climbed up to the side of the eye.
He rolled his eyes and looked at them coldly.
—The bodies of the little ghosts turned gray at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Just like the tender leaves withering in an instant and the vast ocean drying up in an instant, they grow old in half a second.
The withered ghost hand could no longer hold the chain.
Shriveled corpses fell from the sky like strange rain.
His eyes curved into a slight smile again, as if he was pleased.
However, the next moment, a black figure appeared beside it.
Jing Xian had a blank expression on his face, his nails were as sharp as blades. He put his fingers together and stabbed hard, and it pierced into the eyeball!
Gray-black blood burst out.
His movements were fierce, rushing towards the most vulnerable point of the eye, and it took only a breath of time for him to leap from the ground to stab. No one knew how he avoided the chains that were like a net and the thunder that was like a wave.
After being hit hard, the pupils of his eyes suddenly shrank and trembled.
Several chains came over and tightly wrapped around his body, some of them even pierced through his bones. Jing Xian had a blank expression on his face, and his hands were stirring in the chains, making a sticky sound that made one's teeth ache, as if he was looking for something.
—Finally, he hit upon something.
Just as he was about to pull it out with force, dark clouds suddenly sank above his head and thunder began to fall!
The thunder and lightning were so powerful that if anyone was hit, they would be reduced to ashes.
Jing Xian sighed, didn't want to fight anymore, and just pulled away.
He passed by the rolling thunder, and blood was still gushing out of his eyes. They rolled wildly and finally closed fiercely.
It disappeared in disgrace.
There was still thunder in the sky, and the ferocious chains in the air slowly turned into ashes.
Jing Xian came down in the cold wind, with black blood flowing down the back of his hand.
As soon as he landed, Lu Yingjiu hugged him tightly.
Jing Xian was stunned for a moment, wanting to reach out and touch his hair, but then he remembered that his hands were stained with blood, so he finally hugged him weakly: "I'm fine."
Lu Yingjiu didn't say a word, took a half step back after a few seconds, and directly pasted a talisman paper on him.
The talisman paper felt cool and relieved the pain of the wound.
Jing Xian didn't care about this pain at all. Just as he was about to continue comforting Lu Yingjiu, he heard Lu Yingjiu say in his ear: "... Jing Xian, let's go back to the human world now."
Jing Xian was stunned for a moment, and said: "It won't hurt for you to stay for a while. You just saw that it poses no threat to me. You don't have to worry about me, this is my territory, if it dares..."
"Hello." Lu Yingjiu interrupted him, her light brown eyes staring at him, with worry and gentle determination in them, "Let's go back."
Jing Xian: “…”
He sighed softly, knowing that Lu Yingjiu would not be convinced, and responded.
He said, "What a pity. I can't take you to see the flowers this time."
Half an hour later.
The hot springs are filled with steam and the flowers and trees are fragrant.
Jing Xian cleaned the blood off his body, watched Lu Yingjiu pour a bunch of medicinal herbs into the hot spring, and then pasted talisman papers on the four corners of the shore.
The air was immediately filled with the scent of medicinal herbs, a unique flavor that was simple and natural.
Jing Xian said: "Why do I feel like you are going to cook me?"
"Don't waste so much time, just soak them." Lu Yingjiu threw the basket of herbs aside and continued to throw in the precious herbs without any mercy.
The Ghost King's palace had a large inventory and was very wealthy. He asked for everything he could use.
Jing Xian said: "Don't bother, it's just a minor injury, it will heal soon..."
Lu Yingjiu glanced at him, quickly took off her clothes, and went to the hot spring.
Jing Xian's eyes were wide open.
Immediately, his mind was filled with Lu Yingjiu's waist dimples. Without saying a word, he immediately jumped into the water, his movements so fast that an afterimage was left.
Warm water flows around the body.
The two of them leaned against the hot spring, sat side by side, and exchanged a passionate kiss.
The fur ball was swimming nearby.
Its fur is shiny and slippery, and it's actually waterproof. It floats lightly on the water in a large ball - fortunately it is so, otherwise it would not be able to swim with its short legs.
Flowers fall from the trees into the water.
Lu Yingjiu reached out and gently stroked Jing Xian's shoulder.
The chain just pierced his right shoulder.
The priest's injuries healed quickly. Just now, the white bones were exposed, but now there is a layer of new flesh covering them.
The flesh wounds are minor.
A faint bluish-black color appeared near the wound, like tiny blood vessels, spreading across the skin, making one feel uneasy.
The chains represent the demons in the ghosts’ hearts.
Looking closely at Jing Xian, there was a faint red light flashing in his eyes, and his sharp nails had not disappeared, which was obviously different from usual.
Lu Yingjiu didn't dare to touch it directly, so she just gently scratched the edge of the wound.
Over and over again, as if to erase that color.
Until Jing Xian pulled his hand and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't touch me like that... If you keep touching me, I'll come out."
The wound doesn't hurt much.
It was that tingling feeling that made him feel uneasy.
Lu Yingjiu groaned, and then retracted his hand: "Under normal circumstances, you would have rushed over to me a long time ago, why would you say such a thing?" He curled the corners of his mouth, "Sure enough, you are injured today."
Jing Xian's Adam's apple rolled up and down: "Don't provoke me. I'm..." He paused for half a second, his eyes still showing the dark red light that only belonged to ghosts. Finally, he whispered, "I'm afraid of hurting you."
Even if one does not fall into a mental disorder after such an injury, one's emotions will certainly be affected - they will run around in one's mind in a noisy and chaotic manner, and if one cannot control them properly, they will burst out. If stimulated further, one might do something violent.
Lu Yingjiu understood what he was worried about.
However, he did not retract his hand.
The heat of the hot spring made his fair cheeks and earlobes seem to have a light pink color, and his eyes were full of sparkling water. He was good-looking, with black eyebrows and tiny, crystal water droplets rolling in his shoulder sockets.
It is vivid, colorful and fragrant.
He said, "You must be feeling very uncomfortable right now. It would be much better if you could... relieve yourself."
This is almost explicit.
Jing Xian was stunned.
He smiled and took advantage of the buoyancy to hold Lu Yingjiu in his arms. However, he did not take another step, which was to put his chin on Lu Yingjiu's shoulder and said, "It's not that serious, just let me hold you."
For the next ten minutes or so, he really just held Lu Yingjiu.
Although he is usually extremely love-brained, he is now carefully restraining his impulses and is extremely controlled.
Just a little bit of tenderness is enough to calm the restlessness in my heart.
Let’s talk about it later.
As the heat rose, Lu Yingjiu reached out and stroked his black hair again and again, as if to comfort him - just like Jing Xian always did to him.
With each breath, the black lines on the wound gradually disappeared.
When Jing Xian let go of his hand and raised his head again, his eyes had turned dark again, without any trace of hostility.
Everything is back to normal.
He kissed Lu Yingjiu's lips.
After leaving the hot spring, even though the wound was almost unnoticeable, Lu Yingjiu still applied herbal ointment and talisman paper on him.
They both changed into clean clothes.
After some simple preparations, he left the palace, still riding the two horses.
The horse raised its hooves and galloped past the long jade steps of the palace, across the dewy bluestone road, and ran towards the distance.
It is much easier to leave the ghost world than to enter it.
Jing Xian brought Lu Yingjiu to a plain and summoned a masked priest.
They formed a circle and made some strange gestures, and a cold wind blew.
A huge, pitch-black door appeared out of nowhere and slowly opened.
It was also pitch black behind the door.
Jing Xian held his hand and said, "Let's go."
The two horses knew the people and rubbed against them affectionately as a farewell.
Lu Yingjiu followed him into the darkness.
This darkness is very scary if you enter it alone.
Lu Yingjiu could not see anything, nor could he hear any footsteps or breathing. If he walked a little longer, he might not even be able to tell whether he was alive or dead.
Only Jing Xian's slightly cool hands are real.
Pulling him forward step by step.
After an unknown amount of time, they felt nothing underneath their feet.
… white light.
The extremely blinding white light.
Lu Yingjiu couldn't open his eyes. It took him a long time to barely adapt to the brightness.
The warm sunshine falls on my shoulders.
They were in a small alley with people coming and going and traffic jams everywhere.
Lu Ying touched his forehead subconsciously after drinking. The ghost horns he had when he was half human and half ghost had disappeared, and his clothes had returned to normal. He was a little dazed at this moment, and then he realized: he was really back.
“Ding ding ding—”
"Ding dong! Ding dong!"
"Ding dong! Ding dong!"
The phone kept ringing.
Lu Yingjiu opened it and saw ten unread text messages and ten missed calls from different people.
Many of his friends, including Ye Feng, A Mei, Xiao Li, Chen Xiaoling, even Chu Banyang and Chen Zheng had called him.
Looking closely, the date was on the 30th. This meant he had been missing for a whole week.
No wonder so many people look for him.
Text messages and phone calls continued to come in, and the notification tone stopped.
Some people don't like the feeling of being ignored.
Lu Yingjiu looked at her phone and felt touched.
The blinding yet warm sunlight did not make him feel alive, but this missed call made him feel it truly.
Being alive is not simply breathing and heartbeating.
But it is this kind of fate that cannot be severed or let go.
No wonder the heavens have to sever a person’s fate before taking them away.
Bound by this thing, he is always connected to the world by blood, inseparable.
This alley is in a small town next to Lujiang City. When Lu Yingjiu and Jing Xian were driving back to Lujiang, he replied to everyone one by one, telling them that everything was safe.
Ye Feng: Damn, you guys are so wild, you just disappeared? I was so anxious that I had two bubbles in my mouth.
A-Mei: Woo woo woo woo—
Xiao Li: Brother Lu, this is really scary qaq
Chen Xiaoling: I thought you were kidnapped by a demon...
Chu Banyang: Humph
Chen Zheng: That's fine. I just got some new tea leaves. I'll send you a can.
There were still many questions to be asked, and Lu Yingjiu could not mention the Way of Heaven, so he had no choice but to explain them one by one and simply report that he was safe.
That night, he and Jing Xian returned to Lu Ying Bar.
Xiao Li and A Mei welcomed them warmly, and the four of them found a nearby restaurant and had a big meal.
Ye Feng said: "So where did you two go? Chen Xiaoling said you must have gone on your honeymoon."
Lu Yingjiu thought about it carefully: "I don't think I can refute it..."
"It's terrible!" Ye Feng said, "Lust really blinds one's mind!"
Ah Mei's mouth corners were almost up to her ears as she said, "May you have a happy marriage for a hundred years and a baby soon."
After having a good meal and a good drink, Ye Feng stood in the evening breeze and hugged Lu Yingjiu tightly.
Then he hammered Lu Yingjiu on the chest and said, "It's good that you're fine. We were really worried this day."
"Yeah." Lu Yingjiu nodded, "It's my fault."
Ye Feng sighed and said with a smile: "You always have a lot of secrets. I'll wait for the day when you tell us."
Lu Yingjiu was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Yeah."
go home.
As soon as the door opened, the cow cat came up with its tail up and rubbed against its owner whom it hadn't seen for a long time.
Lu Yingjiu was busy with his work and often didn't come back, so the feeder was full, but fortunately he didn't starve.
He scratched the cat's chin, and the furry ball jumped around beside it, jealously fighting for the cat food.
After petting the cat, he sat down cross-legged and sent a message to Chen Xiaoling: In September 2017, a man named Zhang Haokong died on Kangli Bridge. The cause of death was a fire in a car accident. Can you find out the information
Chen Xiaoling quickly replied: I'll try
The cell phone screen went off, and he and Jingxian went to take a shower, and finally lay comfortably on the bed.
A week has passed in the human world, but several months have passed in the ghost world.
Then I lay back home and it felt like a lifetime ago.
They talked for a while in the dark, whispering to each other, and finally, Lu Yingjiu slowly fell asleep.
The moonlight is bright outside the window.
The street cat yawned lazily, coiled its tail and went to sleep. A bird flew silently over the telephone pole, spreading its wings towards the sparse lights of the city and towards the distance.
…
It was a month later before Chen Xiaoling gave the exact news.
Within this month, the eye disease reappeared and life was pretty stable.
Lu Yingjiu studies formations every day, sketching them repeatedly, breaking down the principles, and dissecting the thoughts of the people who set up the formations bit by bit.
He cleared up most of the mystery.
He still had a clue about the last little bit.
Just then, Chen Xiaoling called him.
"Xiaolu," she said, "I found someone who is similar to Zhang Haokong."
"Hmm?" Lu Yingjiu raised his eyebrows.
"Zhang Haokong's wife was named Wang Yaya, and she also died three months after him," Chen Xiaoling said. "They have a daughter named Zhang Shuwan, who should be 33 years old this year and lives alone in Haiming District, Chunshan City. But..." She hesitated.
"What's wrong?" Lu Yingjiu asked.
"No one has seen Zhang Shuwan for almost half a year," Chen Xiaoling said. "She seemed to be missing. But she was a freelancer, she didn't have any friends, and she didn't have any relatives, so no one went to the police station to report the case."
"…Okay, I got it." Lu Yingjiu nodded, "Let's go to Chunshan City right now, send me the specific address."
An hour later, Jing Xian drove the car onto the expressway and headed straight for the airport.
After getting on the plane, the engine roared, and with a huge push on my back, the plane plunged into the clear sky.
The flight time is two and a half hours, neither long nor short.
Lu Yingjiu ate the snacks that Jing Xian fed him and took a nap until the sound of the radio woke him up.
—The plane began to descend.
The sunshade was opened, and the bright sunshine poured in. Chunshan City appeared on the distant horizon.
The plane flew through the moist mist, in which there were dark green mountains, and at the foot of the mountains were green fields, with an old scarecrow standing on the fields. Dark yellow and brown roofs were scattered around, surrounded by a pool of clear water.
As usual, Jing Xian held his hand.
The end of the world was slowly rising in the cold air, they embraced the ground, and the sky above their heads was blue.
Lu Yingjiu looked out the window, feeling inexplicably strange.
It's like an old book finally comes to an end, a story finally comes to an end, a good play finally comes to an end...
He knew that all of this was going to end.