The first courtyard in the east, as Rong Jiu said, has three floors up and down, and each floor has rooms next to each other. Although the place is the largest, it is also the most messy. There is an old tree at the entrance of the courtyard, with countless dead crows perched on it. , Every crow has an eyeball in its mouth, swirls around frantically, and scans the abnormality around.
The two squads of ghost soldiers shuttled back and forth, kicking and stepping, guarding the "tributes" that were going to be presented to the Four Ghost Kings.
The ink burned sideways and hidden behind the bend, while counting the way these ghosts traveled, while looking at the dead corners of the palace.
Those small lattice-like rooms are all lit, and from time to time there are ghosts crying, sighing, vomit and mocking together, and the night is like an ancient chant, which makes the hair stand on end and shudder.
There are roughly more than 300 rooms here, and the patrols below repeat each round of tea. It is impossible for him to easily find Chu Wanning within the time of a cup of tea, not to mention the entrance of each floor. There was also a ghost guard standing with a broken soul whip and a martial law whistle hanging around his neck.
The ink burned and was secretly anxious. At this time, I suddenly saw a ghost walking alone in the distance. He had a token with a red letter on a black background hanging from his waist, wearing the same clothes as those guards. The ink burned into the dark, and watched him walk away from him to the entrance of the stairs.
The guard with the ghost and pestle on the side of the stairs nodded. The night was very quiet, so Mo Ran easily heard their conversation.
"Seventh brother, are you here for the third post?"
"Hmm. You're almost there too."
"I'll have to stay a while longer. The man hasn't come yet. I'll rest when he comes."
The Yin soldier who changed the guard went upstairs, and the guard on the first floor yawned boredly and continued to guard in the wind.
Seeing them handing over like this, Mo Ran suddenly had an idea and thought of a somewhat risky idea...
There were three or two bangs in the distance, du du du du du du du du du du du du du du du du du du du du du du du du du dudu.
The crow on the branch shouted "Wow-wow-" twice, and seemed to have noticed something different.
The guard guarding the entrance woke up, looked around, and saw a figure walking slowly in the thin night fog.
As he got closer, he realized that it was a young man he had never seen before, and the guard became more and more vigilant.
"who?"
"To change the guard," said the man.
The red clouds drifted past, revealing a moonlight in the sky, illuminating his face, like a handsome ghost guard.
But his facial features are straight and straight, and the corners of his eyebrows and eyes are full of natural affection. This "ghost" who came to change the guard, who is not the burning of ink
He also didn't know where to get a piece of armor of a shadow soldier, put it on his body, the black and red token around his waist kept dangling, and the martial law whistle hung on his chest, exuding a cold silver light.
The guard said, "I haven't seen you before."
"newcomer."
The guard stretched out his hand suspiciously: "Sign?"
The ink burned the brand and handed it to him. His face was still motionless, but his heart was stretched to the extreme.
Fortunately, the guard turned the token over and over and looked at it many times, but he didn't notice anything wrong, so he didn't bother to care anymore, patted him on the shoulder and said, "The rest of the night depends on you, I'll go home."
"Senior good to go."
The senior screamed comfortably, and the ghost laughed twice and waved his hand: "Good boy, goodbye, goodbye."
"Hey... Senior, wait a minute!"
"What's the matter?" The guard turned back.
The ink burned and smiled, and asked naturally: "How many surnames Chu are there in this batch of tributes?"
The ghost guard was a little wary: "What are you asking this for?"
"Ask Mr. Chu in Shunfeng Building." Mo Ran said, "He has a distant relative, and he said he came down. But Shunfeng Building couldn't find him, I don't know if he is here."
Sure enough, Chu Xun's reputation was still a little intimidating. The guard hesitated for a while, then pointed to the second floor: "The three most inner rooms, the three that are closed are all surnamed Chu. You can go and have a look."
The ink burned with a smile and said: "Thank you for your guidance, senior."
"You're welcome." The senior was very stupid, "It should be."
After the guard finished speaking, he hummed a little tune and walked leisurely. When he passed the corner, he didn't realize that the real colleague who was supposed to change the guard with him had already been bound by the Binding Curse and thrown into the gutter. That poor ghost had all his armor stripped off, revealing a thin single coat, his eyes full of anger, but his mouth was completely blocked, and he couldn't even hum, so he could only be sullen.
Mo Ran is not at ease with Rong Jiu, although those "tributes" who were unsuccessful were kept in the side hall in groups, and no one was looking after them. They only cast a forbidden spell outside, but they could not be patrolled by Yin soldiers. With Rong Jiu's disgust for himself, he will inevitably reveal his whereabouts at that time.
It is not too late, it must be resolved quickly.
The ink burned in place for a while, and when the wave of soldiers walking back and forth passed, he immediately flashed and went straight to the second floor. There was also a guard standing on the second floor, crossing the spear to stop the ink burning.
"Stop, what are you doing?"
"I'm new to the changing of the guard today, on the first floor."
The guard frowned: "Then you stay on the first floor, what are you doing on my floor?"
Mo Ran still carried Chu Xun as a stepping stone. Unexpectedly, the guard not only did not buy his account, but instead said sharply: "What about Mr. Chu of Shunfeng Building? As long as you enter the palace, it will be owned by the four kings. If he wants to save his relatives, he will talk to the Fourth King himself. I won't take this matter!"
Mo Ran secretly complained, thinking that this guy is much smarter than the one downstairs, he had to bite the bullet and said: "I don't have to take him away today. But I have to see if I'm wrong. people?"
"It's not easy to do? You told me your name, and I'll check it for you. Why do you need to go in?"
"..." Mo Ran felt very anxious, suppressed his anger, and said, "Chu Wanning. His name is Chu Wanning."
The guard was going to check the roster, but when he heard these three words, he put the roster down instead.
Seeing him like this, Mo Ran suddenly felt uneasy in his heart and asked, "What's wrong? What's the problem?"
"What's the problem?" The guard asked back with a sneer, and then said, "You are really a newcomer. The four kings came to the palace today to admire the beauty, and they had already taken a fancy to this Chu Xianjun. If it weren't for this person's first seven, The three souls haven't gathered yet, so they can't be taken to the fourth floor of hell. I'm afraid he will be sacrificed to the ghost king tonight. Do you want him from me? Do you think there is any problem."
When the ink burned half of the time, his face was blue, and after the guard finished speaking, he said: "The four ghost kings liked him?"
"how?"
"...Nothing. Then forget it, harassment." Mo Ran turned around gloomily, took two steps downstairs, and then when the other party didn't have time to react, Shenwu saw the ghost in the palm of his hand, and suddenly turned over to restrain the guard neck!
The red light was dazzling and flashed by.
The so-called divine martial arts can hurt ghosts and kill gods, but the guard only had time to see the scarlet willow leaves fluttering in front of him, and when he heard this new young man say angrily: "You really dare not fight the ghost king! "In an instant, his mind dissipated, and he fell into a coma.
Mo Ran raised his hand to cast a spell, tied him tightly, sealed his mouth, kicked it aside, and ran impatiently towards the end of the aisle.
At the end of the three rooms, each is a lonely soul named Chu.
But the ink burned for some reason, as if there was a feeling in my heart, and I didn't even realize why he had such a strange feeling. He slammed the door open, because he ran too fast, panting slightly, Stop in front of the second pavilion.
He was panting, a strand of fine black long hair fell in front of his eyes, he forgot to brush it away, just stared inside—
Rong Jiu said it well.
This is a single room about the size of a beast cage. The walls are desolate, and everything is dead gray.
Only the person inside looked very warm, like a flame in the vast cold white.
Not every "tribute" is chained, at least not Chu nightning. Perhaps because he had already been favored by the Four Kings, the guards did not dare to offend him. The floor of his room was even covered with snow-white animal skin felt, which was thick and soft, like a new snow in the middle of winter.
Chu nightning lay on the felt and fell asleep. This person seems to be savage and decisive, but in fact there is always some restlessness in his heart. This is most obvious when he is asleep. He is always used to curling up and shrinking himself very small.
It seems that he is warming himself, and he seems to be afraid of taking up someone's space. The thin person looks a little pitiful.
This soul is different from a human soul, there is no blood on his face, and he is handsome and handsome. The clothes on his body were also changed, and he was wearing a splendid red silk dress with a brocade-like sunset glow, a wide robe, large sleeves, coiled dragons and phoenixes, and golden butterflies dancing.
The ink burned almost staggered forward, knelt down beside him, stretched out his trembling hand, and touched Chu nightning's face.
"Night Ning..."
What blurted out was not the master, but the two words that he used to call him in the last period of his previous life.
Hatred of the sea of blood, lingering to the bones.
Chu nightning was picked up by him, groggy, and it took a long time to wake up.
When I opened my eyes, I saw that I was leaning on the ink-burning arms, and the young and childish face in front of me had never been so concerned. He thought it might be a dream, so he frowned, sighed for a while, and closed his eyes again.
"Master!"
Someone was calling him.
It's not Wanning anymore.
"Master! Master!"
Chu night Ning suddenly opened his phoenix eyes, although his face did not change much, but his fingertips betrayed him and trembled slightly.
The next moment, Mo Ran grabbed his hand and put it on his face, crying and laughing, obviously such a handsome facial features, but became so embarrassed and gaffe under the affection.
"Master." He choked up, looking at him without blinking, as if he didn't know anything, just kept repeating, "Master..."
Chu nightning was hugged tightly by him, and finally came back to his senses, subconsciously felt inappropriate, so he broke away from the ink and got up and stared at him.
He was stunned for a long time, without saying a word.
Suddenly angry.
Mo Ran did not respond, Chu nightning's hand was taken away, and then a backhand slapped Mo Ran's face, the black eyebrows were angered, and the sword was drawn.
"Bastard, why are you dead?!"
Mo Ran opened his mouth and was about to explain, but suddenly saw that under the hazy moonlight, Chu nightning was angry, but the eyes under the long eyelashes were forbearance, sadness, it seemed unwilling, and there seemed to be a touch Just shattered boundless water color. After he finished cursing, he bit his lower lip tightly, trying to block all the choking that made him feel humiliated and ashamed.
Some people have broken a hole, and they can't wait to be tied up and let the whole world know that he is injured.
But some people are arrogant and arrogant, and those grievances and pains, even if their throats are full of blood, they will swallow them alive and not tell others.
He didn't say it, and the ink burned didn't know it before.
Now that I know, I just feel very distressed.
He wants to hug Chu Wanning.
But Chu nightning pushed him away and said hoarsely: "Go away."
Chu nightning turned his face to the side, and a layer of coldness covered the heartache.
"You died at a young age, what face do you have to see me."
"Master..."
"Get out." Chu nightning turned his face even more, "You and me have broken the friendship between master and apprentice, and I will not accept the waste that died in the prime of life under the seat of Yuheng."
dying young...
Mo Ran was originally sad, and when he heard him scolding himself so solemnly, he suddenly felt a warm heart, as if there were spring water gurgling out. He patted his forehead with his hand, then put it on his eyes, and couldn't help but smile bitterly and bitterly.
Chu nightning heard his light laughter, and was even more angry, and turned back and said sharply: "What are you laughing at, you-" He was annoyed and went to slap the ink, but his hand was caught by the ink.
The young man's warm eyes blinked slowly, but he didn't speak, but took his hand and put it on his chest solemnly.