Chapter 301 as a guest

At the same time, in the next room.

"It turns out that the girl has such a miserable background! Alas, it's really unfair to make lovers sad and pitiful..." Qin Yan said as he pretended to wipe the corners of his eyes, showing a very moved look.

In fact, the so-called tragic stories were made up by himself. From beginning to end, the woman did not say a word, but responded by nodding and shaking her head. Qin Yan began to guess from her background, gave full play to her ability to fool around in the devil's door, and then adapted it according to the routine of strange novels circulating in the world, and just touched the origin of this woman.

That's really a sad and touching love story. Some lovers were forced to separate and could not end well. One walked to the clear pool, and the other hung himself on the southeast branch. Unfortunately, the burial place was a hundred miles away and could not be together until death...

Qin Yan quietly glanced at the sky outside the window. The night was thick/turbid. I don't know when it will be dawn. But now that this woman's background has been trapped, she has to do her best to continue to delay time.

"Well, girl, what are you going to do? You should really want to see him..."

At this time, I suddenly heard a faint shout, as if it came from the next room. Qin Yan's words stopped because of this, and the corners of his eyes swept over the wall over there, and he was a little worried about Liu Wanyun. Liu Wanyun's cultivation is extraordinary, but after all, as a woman, the original genus is yin. I don't know if she can deal with these ghosts...

When he came to his senses, he found that the woman in front of him was a little closer. Qin Yan babbled, but he didn't dare to act rashly. He quickly said, "Girl, I have an idea. Why don't you do this? Tell me where your good grave is? Let's move him here with you. What do you think?"

The woman shook her head and said quietly, "Don't be so troublesome..." This is the first time she has spoken after reciting poetry. Her voice is elegant and pleasant, which is different from the strange whisper just now.

Qin Yan immediately seized the opportunity to praise: "The girl's voice is so beautiful. But do you think this idea is not good? Doesn't the girl want to be with him?

The woman looked at him fixedly: "Actually, if you want to help me, there is a better way..."

Qin Yan's heart is stunned. This man doesn't want to suck my flesh and blood, does he? He reluctantly smiled and said, "What can I do?"

The woman didn't answer, looked at him silently for a moment, and said, "What's your name?"

Qin Yan knew that some tricks required the real name of the recipient to take effect, so he replied without hesitation, "My surname is Han, my name is Yulang, and the people in the world are called Yu-faced flying dragon - oh, damn it!" The original confident voice turned into an exclamation, because just as he reported his name, the woman in front of the bed suddenly turned into a white shadow and danced wildly, with sharp claws and a sad and cold wind, as if she wanted to tear him in half.

It was almost dawn, and the female ghost finally couldn't help it, revealing her true face of grinding her teeth and sucking blood.

Qin Yan's body suddenly became as stiff as a bowstring. He clenched his fists and shouted at the ghost that attacked him. Just as his fists and claws crossed, he suddenly felt that the power hit the air. The clear invisible nature of the ghost in front of him passed directly through his body, and then turned into a colorful black butterfly-like shadow, which was broken with the scene of the surrounding houses.

Qin Yan snorted and only felt that his body was penetrated by a ball of cold energy, and his blood almost froze.

"Bitch!" He hissed and scolded and tried his best to inspire his inner breath to resist that power. At this time, the outside wind was bleak, and it seemed that more sticky and fine objects invaded. Qin Yan reluctantly raised his upper body and saw a piece of blood covering the sky and the sun, surrounded from all directions. It was a woman's blood-soaked blue silk, and her long blood-stained hair was mixed with countless ferocious and horrible faces, all with sharp mouths, intending to gnaw flesh and blood from him.

Even with Qin Yan's courage, when he saw such a scene, he couldn't help but feel that his scalp was numb, and his mouth made a roar that gave himself courage. While swinging his arms wildly, his fists and hands were beaten back one after another.

"Three thousand hairs of blood, hundreds of times in the mirror, sleeping under my blade... The green silk is wrapped in old hatred, and tears urge new buds..." The woman's sad and resentful sobs sounded from her ear again, accompanied by the magical power through the intestines and brain, strangling Qin Yan's soul, making him a headache, and his hand movements couldn't help but be confused. Inadtention, his left arm was bitten by a head and could not be shaken off. Then countless blood threads were wrapped around, binding him to death, and he was about to be submerged in the overwhelming sea of heads...

At this moment, in the endless darkness, a little light suddenly appeared, just like a lighthouse in the ocean. The light penetrated heavy blood and shone on Qin Yan's body. Suddenly, several heads that bit his body disappeared in the sound of sadness.

Like clouds and fog drifting away, the surrounding environment swaying and changing, and the courtyard houses, big beds, tables and chairs and other things all turned into paper dust, revealing the dead grass and brown land underneath. All of the things just now were like a nightmare. Qin Yan came to his senses and found himself in a cemetery. A few steps away were Liu Wanyun and Ye Piaoling, and they also looked shocked.

Looking around, the paper ash and soul flags are swaying in the wind, and the dead grass still has brown blood spots that have dried up in the future, as well as the cold yin qi, which are still entangled.

It is the resentment of the wreckage of the evil ghost, still wandering in this dream swallowed by blood and darkness, struggling in their own obsessions and chewing the dead pain over and over again.

not far away, a figure is walking along the sheep intestine path with a lamp. The light in his hand was the source of the light that awakened Qin Yan and the others from their nightmares. When the man approached, Qin Yan saw his face clearly. It turned out that he was a 17 or 18-year-old teenager with a simple appearance, wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket and a bag on his shoulder. He walked proudly and was quite heroic.

Farther behind the teenager, there was a white dawn in the eastern sky, and the dawn finally came.

The teenager saw the three people in the cemetery, stopped and showed a surprised look: "Six brothers, why are you sleeping in the cemetery?"

"Since you can hurry in the middle of the night, why can't I sleep here? Is it in your way?" Ye Piaoling is not angry. He was frightened all night and vented his anger, regardless of the teenager's kindness to save him. I haven't asked you yet. Walking at night is definitely not a good person. Looking at your panicked look, have you done something unreasonable?

The teenager waved his hand and said, "I think my brother's stage is frightened. Let's calm down so as not to lose his soul."

"I want you to take care of it!" Ye Piaoling cursed.

The teenager smiled and wanted to leave.

At this time, Qin Yan said, "This little brother, what's your name?" After all, he was saved by the light. He didn't want to owe others, so he wanted to find a clear understanding and find a chance to return it.

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Attachment: This chapter quotes the lyrics of Bone Flowers.