The ghost walks in a hurry, dragging the heavy chains past the window, as if he is not suspicious, or he has something important to do and doesn't want to make trouble. As soon as they left, Jing Lin withdrew his hand.
Jing Lin pointed to dusting the front of the shirt, and the loose shirt fell on his shoulders. He wore his belt casually, thoughtfully.
Cang Ji followed him like a tail and asked, "What is that just now?"
"A bird." Jing Lin was neatly dressed and was about to step up, when someone blocked him in front of him.
Cang Ji leaned against the door, blocking Jing Lin's way, and said reluctantly: "What is the ghost of Huangquan chasing after a bird? It smells like a corpse, not a monster, but a ghost."
"That's a Rakshasa bird. It's transformed by the accumulation of corpse energy. It's good at changing various forms. Good..." Jing Lin paused for a while and said solemnly, "It's good to eat fish."
Cang Ji bent over with his arms, "Good for fish? Then why doesn't it come here to find me?"
"Fish elsewhere is fatter." Jing Lin replied without changing his face.
Cang Ji looked at Jing Lin with suspicious eyes, and felt something was wrong in his heart. But he was used to Jing Lin's seriousness, and he never saw him cheating anyone, so he asked again, "A bird that eats fish, why is the ghost chasing it?"
"Maybe it's not chasing it." Jinglin said, "but holding the soul."
The Huangquan Road has to pass through Lijin Bank, and the ghost messenger escorts the soul to cross Jin to reach the Hall of the King of Hell. There are countless dead souls in the middle, such errands are not easy to do, often because of the delay of an hour and a half, the ghosts to be held are lost. Therefore, once someone's life is approaching on the human life spectrum, the ghost will wait outside the window early, wait for the person to die, put on a chain and then go away. But the human life tree can only identify and write the people who are dying. As for those who died unjustly and suddenly, they have to rely on the gods in charge of each place to notify the division divisions they belong to, and then the division divisions will submit them to the Hall of Kings of Hell, and the Temple of Kings of Hell will then send ghosts. Hurry up. A moment's delay among them will throw away the ghosts to be imprisoned. Zhongdu is so big that if you lose it, it will be like looking for a needle in a haystack. But this record of holding the soul is often linked to the promotion of the ghosts, so now that the death of the ghosts, the ghosts can't wait to have four legs to travel.
But tonight is a little different. It was the Rakshasa bird that went first. It can be seen that someone in the town must die with deep resentment. This matter is different from usual, perhaps because of the copper bell.
Cang Ji got out of Jinglin's cuff, rubbed his thumb, and looked out. He shrank in size and became smaller than the stone villain. He was hidden in Jinglin's sleeves because the Rakshasa bird who "eats fish" in Jinglin's mouth would come to catch him, and he was not enough to swallow the bird at the moment.
The night was still silent, the wind stopped continuing, and the snow fell down instead.
Jing Lin covered his body with a robe of crow and blue, and carried a lantern in a cold voice. The soles of his shoes silently stepped on the soft snow, leaving no traces. He searched along the street and had been walking for a long time.
"You're more and more like a mortal." Cang Ji raised his head and looked at it for a while, then said, "Or are you a mortal?"
Jinglin didn't answer, but said: "Hide in your sleeves later, don't come out easily."
"You always avoid and don't answer, but you see that there must be a reason." Cang Ji lazily wrapped himself in a sleeve cloth, only risking his head, "You hide your heart so deeply that you are afraid that one day you will be caught by me. Swallow it clean and realize some emotions and desires?"
"You are contradicting yourself." Jing Lin said.
Cang Ji knew that he was talking about the words he was biting on the back of his neck, so he couldn't help but press the tip of his tongue against his sharp teeth, and said, "You can't believe angry words, has no one ever told you?"
Jing Lin glanced at him and did not answer. Cang Ji knew that he was wrong, but he didn't feel wrong. He was just brooding about whether Jing Lin was a human or a god or a ghost, but Jing Lin always kept his mouth shut about this issue, which made him even more nervous and had to find out.
Just thinking about it, Jing Lin has stopped. Before Cang Ji could look around, he was gently pushed into his sleeve by Jing Lin. He rolled in Jinglin's sleeves, and then another carp sat up with cross-legged legs, and listened carefully to the movement outside.
The lantern that Jing Lin was carrying suddenly went out, and he stood in front of a closed door. The eaves of the door are covered with grass, the wooden boards are old, and the snow on the soil steps has been frozen for a long time, but no one has cleaned it.
The smell of blood in the air seemed to be rusted in the night, making people's throats tighten and their scalps numb. Cang Ji heard the sound of monsters eating, crunching, chewing the bones to shreds.
"It was only during the day that I said that this place is not suitable for hunting." Cang Ji put his hands behind the pillow and laughed, "But now it seems that it is a good place to eat."
As soon as his voice came out, the chewing inside stopped.
As soon as Jinglin's toes touched, the door opened with a "squeak". The ghost messenger had long since disappeared, the pool of blood froze on the ground, and the dragging blood was wiped from the low and narrow inner door. Jinglin stepped into the entrance, the courtyard was narrow, with only two houses, one for rest and the other as a firewood room. There was no curtain on the door, one of the windows was old and badly damaged, blood splashed from the hole and squeezed on the edge of the window. Not long ago, there was still a face, and the red color had soaked the window paper.
There was no body in the courtyard. It seemed that he was dragged from the house to the front of the firewood room. He found that he was not completely dead. He smashed the other side completely with the wooden bolt of the branch door, and finally dragged the person back the same way. There are still indentations of fighting in the snow, but the footprints on it are the size of a child.
Jing Lin stood up and looked around, Cang Ji suddenly said, "I smell the smell of people, it's the one who stole the copper bell."
But there is no one here, what are the thieves doing here? He knew that he had been chased by monsters, and he should have been more covert when he fled back to the town.
Jinglin stepped into the inner room again, the darkness was indistinguishable, and the flame of his lantern suddenly lit up. However, at the moment when it lit up, a face that was smashed into a pothole faced Jinglin, staring at him resentfully.
Jing Lin took a step back, but he was not afraid, but disgusted. The mouth was hard to close together, and the blood and flesh that he devoured seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he could only half-vomit with difficulty.
"My..." He put his hands in his mouth and staggered towards Jinglin, "I... my..."
The tip of Cang Ji's nose moved slightly: "It stinks, it's it, that bird."
The Rakshasa bird swallowed half squatted, and the saliva mixed with the pieces dripped down, and it probed towards Jinglin.
Cang Ji immediately said fiercely: "Don't tell it to touch you, or I will tear its skin off!"
Jinglin brushed his sleeves, and Cang Ji couldn't shout from his sleeves. But it was too late, the Rakshasa bird heard the sound, and had already started to think badly. Birds chirping overflowed from its throat, and it rushed towards Jinglin's sleeves, trying to catch Cang Ji. Cang Ji was staring at gold stars in his sleeves, holding Jing Lin's fingers tightly, and taking a bite without thinking.
The tall and slender body immediately appeared, and Cang Ji covered scales on one hand, which actually imitated the appearance of Hai Jiao Zong's voice transformation that day. He held down the back of the Rakshasa bird with his head, slammed it down, and smashed its facade to the ground.
"I don't care who you are." Cang Ji said coldly, "But you dare to take my food!"
Before the sound fell, Jing Lin followed his lead and dragged him. Cang Ji was pulled back, and the body that fell heavily from above almost passed him by.
Jing Lin keenly caught the copper bell, he lifted his foot and kicked, and the strong wind suddenly swept the waves in the cramped room, rushing the Rakshasa bird to roll back. He held Cang Ji with his teeth and claws in one hand, and drew a talisman with the other hand. However, Jinglin was bitten twice by Cang Ji overnight, and he couldn't bear it. The next moment, the rune was shaken by the shrill sound of the Rakshasa bird, and the blue light was smashed.
Jing Lin's chest sank, covering his mouth and choking blood.
The Rakshasa Birds were side by side, dashed forward together, and dug straight into Jinglin's eyes. Cang Ji blocked with his cross arm, and the scales quickly covered his arm.
"It only takes a moment." Cang Ji said, "How can it become so strong!"
Jing Lin's breath was uneven, and the two retreated together. He waved his sleeves to attract the wind, and the snowflakes crowded down. The Rakshasa bird finally revealed its full appearance, and the two imitated the appearance of a corpse, and turned into an old man with a mutilated face. The snowflakes swirled like a knife, and the Rakshasa birds screamed in unison, but no wound was seen.
"It ate the copper bell."
Before Jinglin's words were finished, the Rakshasa bird had already tore apart the strong wind, and split gray wings from its back, swept the wind and swept the snow, and rushed forward.
Cang Ji's cultivation base is fixed, the spiritual sea is unstable, and it is because he is greedy for Jinglin's spiritual energy that he can build his true appearance. Even if he fights with his life at this moment, he may not be able to beat the Rakshasa bird. Unless you bite Jinglin a few more times and swallow it a few times. Needless to say, Jing Lin had already emptied his spiritual sea due to injuries, and it was all about hanging his life in one breath. In the past, it was okay to be in the garden, but it was because of the bronze bell town gate that he kept his spirits together. If the copper bell was still there, he would not be so embarrassed, but now that the copper bell is lost, he has already lost the advantage.
Cang Ji raised his foot suddenly and stepped on the Rakshasa bird rushing out across the door. He stepped on it with gravity, and the Rakshasa bird probed and struggled beside him, his wings flapping behind the door.
"Spit out the original for me!" Cang Ji's voice was heavy, receiving the impact of the Rakshasa bird, seeing that the door panel was already overwhelmed.
The head of the Rakshasa bird suddenly broke through the door and howled harshly, "My... my!"
Jing Lin said: "It's very similar to you."
Cang Ji immediately tugged on Jinglin's arm, and hated: "Fart! I look like this? I look like this in your eyes?"
Seeing him, Jing Lin would be wrong, and he didn't have time to correct it. He just reflexively rushed towards Cang Ji, knocking him back a few steps and rolling to the ground. Cang Ji was slammed into the debris by Jing Lin's back, and the scattered firewood smashed down. He scolded, waved away the messy debris, dragged Jing Lin's waist, put the person directly on his shoulders, and stood up quickly.
The Rakshasa bird's gray wings cover the sky, and even its face turns into a bird-like appearance. Cang Ji carried Jing Lin, reached out and grabbed the wall, jumped up quickly, turned around and ran away.
"You lied to me, it doesn't eat fish at all, it eats people, eats eyes, and eats demons!" Cang Ji jumped onto the roof and ran wildly in the night snow.
It was the first time that Jinglin was carried on his shoulders like this, and his stomach rolled over, almost acid reflux. Unable to bear the usual sigh, he pressed on the back of Cang Ji's neck and was about to raise his body. Unexpectedly, the sound of "cluck" came in an instant, and the Rakshasa bird swept the tip of his hair and flew down, as if it recognized the two of them, and the strange and ugly face had already reached out to Jinglin.
Jing Lin stared at it coldly, and the night wind picked up again, causing its wings to tremble. The Rakshasa bird was timid at this moment and shivered. At this moment, Cang Ji leaped several houses, fell down sharply, and continued to run on the street.
Jing Lin felt that the night scene was blurry, and in the shock of the landing, he recalled a little of the past. He clenched Cang Ji's clothes tightly and had a splitting headache. Cang Ji noticed something was wrong and pulled him into his arms.
"Jinglin?" Cang Ji jumped up again, walking in the heavy snow, pinching Jinglin's face, "Don't sleep!"
Jinglin closed his eyes, tightened Cang Ji's clothes, and said, "There's something wrong here."
Cang Ji was chased hastily, and his breathing was a little disordered. He couldn't tell the direction in the heavy snow, but he couldn't finish running around the rooftops! Cang Ji attacked the cold wind from behind, he sank to avoid it, but unexpectedly, an iron lock was drawn from his left side, he couldn't dodge, and he was about to be injured. In the blink of an eye, Su Bai's wrist was exposed on Cang Ji's left side, holding the chain securely. The cold ice quickly wrapped the back of his hand, and there was no wound on Jinglin's hand, but blood beads were dripping. Jing Lin wiped the blood bead with the other hand, then raised his finger and wiped it between Cang Ji's lips.
"I'm full." Jing Lin shook slightly, the ice was all broken, and he said clearly, "We won't run."
The paper-like ghosts stood around, and the iron chains rattled, surrounding the two of them.
They were clearly one step behind the ghosts, they would never have met, but at this moment they were ahead of the ghosts. It can be seen that this place is indeed evil, and this time it seems that someone is making a special trip for them.
Cang Ji lost his patience while fleeing, and the tip of his tongue flashed along the red, licking Jing Lin's generous gift clean.