The village chief was so busy that he directed several people to persuade them to fight, when suddenly a stone flew obliquely from nowhere, hitting his forehead with blood flowing profusely. He was in pain and angry, and the small mirror in his hand was shining brightly like daylight. The villagers covered their eyes one after another, and they couldn't care less about the fight.
"Look at you! What a disgrace!" The village chief tore off a piece of silk from his sleeve and wrapped it around his head to stop the bleeding. Then he stood upright, his eagle eyes like hooks, and coldly swept across the villagers.
His aura is really good, but with a thick layer of cloth wrapped around his head, he immediately becomes funny. Several young people lowered their heads and snickered.
The village chief was out of breath and looked around, trying to find out who threw the stone, but the situation was chaotic at that time, how could he tell the difference
"Daddy, it's her!" Sui Han quietly tugged on the village chief's sleeve, pointing to a remote corner.
There was a little girl squatting there, about seven or eight years old in stature, dirty, with no flesh in her body, so thin that her bones protruded, which was very obtrusive. The girl lowered her head, picked up a few stones in her hands, and was seriously playing with them.
The village chief's eyes flickered, and he suddenly had an idea. He walked slowly, and the crowd consciously followed behind, surrounding the little girl.
"Silly girl, can you do uncle a favor?" The village head bent down, trying to force a kind smile, but just as soon as he smiled, the wound on his face was pulled, and he grinned in pain.
Silly girl raised her head, her eyes were black and white, so clear and terrifying.
The village chief gasped, and couldn't help but take a few steps back. His gaze made him feel like he was being watched by a beast.
The sky was dark, and with an adult like the village head covering her, the others couldn't see the girl's appearance clearly, so they just booed: "Silly girl, help us go to the red mist, and come back and give you a bone to eat."
Peiyu lowered her head slightly, pretending to be chaotic and timid, with her shoulders trembling, she said Nuo Nuo: "Ghost, I'm afraid..."
The village chief heaved a sigh of relief, thinking it was just dizziness, and coaxed: "What the hell is there? Come on, take this," he forced Chi Ling into the girl's hand, "Take this and walk in Take a look at the fog."
He didn't think the little girl could walk out of the blood mist alone, but after all, she could be used to explore the way for others, and he could also see the danger in the blood mist from the flower viewing environment, so he prepared a lot.
Peiyu's animal-like eyes were filled with tears, her small hands clutched the warm feathers, and she wanted to cry, "I'm cold."
"Little bastard, why are you so busy?" A villager cursed quickly.
Peiyu lowered her eyes and glanced at him quickly. This man's name is Sui Nong, he is the village head's cousin, and the house where the woman was crying just now is also his home.
"What are you talking about? You go in with so much tongue!" The village head was upset, scolded him a few words, then took out a crimson jade from his sleeve, and said softly, "Holding this will not be cold."
He made up his mind that if the child died in the blood mist, the jade pendant would be retrieved later, life and death were at stake, there was no point in worrying about such things, not to mention the jade pendant was not his in the first place.
Peiyu's eyes were dark, this jade pendant carved in the shape of a red carp was once worn by Suihan.
She took the jade, and a trace of warmth spread from her hands, dispelling the chill all over her body, which is a good thing. So she wiped away the tears from her face, and complied aggrievedly, with a face full of reluctance, and slowly moved into the blood mist.
The village head opened the flower viewing area, but found that there was a red patch on it, and nothing appeared, and he panicked immediately.
Chi Ling and the Flower Viewing Realm interacted with each other, so he could see the vicinity of Chi Ling from the mirror, that is, the scene in the blood mist, but in this situation... Could it be that the girl was swallowed as soon as she entered the blood mist
But at this time, someone still wants to bother him.
"Daddy," Sui Han said timidly, "I told you that piece of jade was given to me."
The village chief was so angry that he raised his hand and slapped him across the face, "You money-losing thing, where is your master now? It's of no use to you, you should have been buried in the back mountain!"
Sui Han covered his red and swollen face, tears streaming down his face.
The blood mist was like the mouth of a ghost, and quickly engulfed the girl's small figure.
The village chief breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately became worried again, "Can this bastard go out?"
"Maybe it can? She is just like her mother, her life is very hard."
After Peiyu walked into the blood mist, the timid look on her face disappeared instantly. She raised her hand, and the blood mist licked the back of her hand familiarly as if seeing a relative.
She was called the Blood Demon back then, because wherever she walked, the blood mist accompanied her. This fog full of death, ominousness, and severance of vitality was originally born because of her soaring resentment. This time Yancun was surrounded by blood mist, presumably it was affected by her rebirth.
Peiyu introduced blood energy into her body, and a vermilion mark appeared between her brows, like burning peach petals. It's just that the color of the peach blossom is still light now, and it looks a little sluggish.
Still not strong enough...
The blood mist itself does not have much lethality, but there are many corpse puppets hidden in it, and it will continue to attract ghosts and monsters to come here. After all, resentment is their best nourishment.
In order not to add to the trouble, the fog needs to dissipate earlier.
She sighed slightly in her heart, and walked deeper into the blood mist with her hands behind her back. There is still a year before the entrance trial in Gushan, she has a lot to do, and there is always not enough time.
It's not that killing Suihan can be done once and for all. There are too many people who covet Wuhua mythical beasts. The only thing she can do is to make herself strong enough to be as strong as in her previous life. Law, wave your sleeves to attract the underworld.
Even if the sky wants to destroy the lonely mountain, she can still fight against the sky with her own strength, protect the lonely mountain, and protect her master.
Peiyu could sense the situation in the blood mist, so she took a detour to avoid the corpse puppet in advance, and after a quarter of an hour, she finally walked near the small road at the entrance of the village, which is also the eye of Yancun Fengshui.
She casually dropped Chi Ling, put her right index finger in her mouth, and bit it down hard, blood flowed out immediately. Before the blood coagulated, she squatted down and drew a blood talisman on the ground.
This symbol is called Yingui. As the name suggests, it can attract ghosts and corpses. Painting it here can not only break the Feng Shui of the village, but also make the villagers have no peaceful days for a long time.
There are so many strokes in the ghost charm, Peiyu bit off all five of her fingers before she could draw it well, and when she was short of the last stroke, Chi Ling was suddenly blown away by the wind. She didn't pay attention, and waved her hands down bright red, and then sat on the ground exhausted, panting softly.
At this moment, she is just a child after all, with a weak body and no body protection. It is still a little bit reluctant to draw such an intermediate talisman.
"Huh? Whose Chi Ling is this?" In the mist, someone asked softly.
This voice is extremely pleasant, soft and moving, like a gust of breeze blowing slowly, like pearls falling on an ice tray, Peiyu Mingluan.
Peiyu straightened up abruptly, her eyes opened wide in disbelief, and she looked back.
In the blood mist, a person slowly walked over. The green feathers are graceful, graceful, and the smiling eyes are slightly raised, with a natural smile and a natural romance.
She folded her sleeves, looking over with smiling eyes, it was like a spring flower blooming harmoniously, and the blue waves were smoky, people don't remember the ghosts, monsters, ghosts and obsessions, I just wish I could drown in this round of spring light.
Peiyu couldn't help holding her breath, her mind went blank.
She was vigilant in her heart, no matter who came over, the blood mist would block the reminder, except for one person.
"Master..." Her eyes were straightened, her lips trembled, and she called out silently. In this world, she was only defenseless against Huai Bo.
"Which family are you a child from? Why are you here?" Huai Bai noticed her blood-stained right hand, frowned slightly, stared for a while, and suddenly said: "You are such a young child, in order to send Chi Ling, you dare to be alone Run into the blood mist."
She held the child's hand and carefully wrapped it with a champagne, "Did you get hurt by the corpse puppet? Does it still hurt?"
The woman's hands are slender and soft, with flawless white jade, as if created by God, carefully carved. With such a pair of jade-like hands, she wraps the child's thin, dirty, scarred claws, which are like chicken feet and dry wood, and carefully cares for them. Wipe off the dirt and blood on it.
There is no trace of dislike or impatience on the face, and the movements are careful and gentle, like wiping the world's most precious treasures.
Peiyu's eyes were flushed, and she whispered, "It hurts."
Huai Bo took her hand, breathed lightly, raised his eyes to look at her, and said with a smile, "I'll blow it on for you, and it won't hurt anymore." Her gaze caught a glimpse of the bright red pattern on the ground, and there was a hint of doubt in her eyes, "Cause Ghost talisman?"
"Could it be that the blood mist this time was a man-made disaster?" Huai Bai muttered to himself, took out a talisman from his sleeve, and covered it. The spell ignited instantly, and sparks shot out like fireflies. In just a split second, the blood curse on the ground disappeared without a trace, leaving only ashes and sporadic flames.
"Don't be afraid," Huai Bo held the child's hand, and said slowly, "I don't know who drew a ghost-attracting talisman here, hoping to summon evil spirits, bad people's feng shui, I have already cast a spell to destroy it."
Peiyu had mixed feelings in her heart, silently looking at the black ember on the ground, unable to say anything.
"Did you enter the blood mist alone? Where is your family? How could you run out to pass on Chi Ling alone? The blood mist is so dangerous, and you are so young..."
"I have no family." Peiyu lowered her brows, her face expressionless.
Huai Bo was stunned for a moment, with some regret in his eyes, "... Sorry, I mentioned your sad things, but since it wasn't for your family, why did you run into the blood mist alone? Who is the Chi Ling on your body for? Signaling?"
"The village was besieged, and they asked me to come out to deliver the message." Pei Yubi stood upright with a calm expression, without any complaints or unwillingness, as if everything should be like this, naturally.
"You mean," Huai Bo asked in disbelief, "you actually broke into the blood mist by yourself for a group of people with no relatives and no reason." Her eyes flickered, she seemed surprised, but also moved.
"Good boy," she took Peiyu's hand and asked softly, "What's your name?"
The child in front of her pursed her lips, looked at her with unblinking black eyes, and moved her lips, "Peiyu."
Huai Bai was so horrified that he let go of his hands and took a few steps back, staring at the child in disbelief. After looking at the child for a long time, he sighed sadly: "As expected of the Holy Mother of the World, she is so terrifying! So terrifying!"
The author has something to say: Peiyu: I'm really not a good person!
ps: The protagonist this time is different from Qingping. It belongs to the type where people don’t offend me, and I don’t offend others.