The woman fell to the ground, her eyes wide open, and instantly turned into blood and energy.

Jiang Niannian froze in place for a moment, frightened.

The pretty boy stood there without moving, and didn't look like he wanted to hurt her.

Although his eyes were covered with a white cloth, Jiang Niannian always felt that he was looking at her. Somehow, she felt inexplicably happy in her heart, as if she had been waiting for him for a long time.

The two of them confronted each other for more than ten minutes, and the pretty boy finally spoke slowly, his voice trembling and hoarse: "Come here."

Jiang Niannian took a few steps back and asked him, "Are you... a human or a ghost?"

The pretty boy was not angry. He walked over with dignified steps and picked her up like a child.

Jiang Niannian: Is it really okay to throw yourself into someone's arms like this when you first meet? !

The ethereal cedar scent from the man filled her face, making Jiang Niannian feel dizzy. This pretty boy smelled quite nice.

He is very handsome.

Jiang Niannian had never seen this face before, but because he was so handsome, she had the illusion that she had met him in a dream.

What he had just done was completely inconsistent with his sickly appearance.

He killed the terrifying and weird woman without batting an eyelid.

At this moment, he held her tightly in his arms with a strong posture.

After hugging like this for a while, Jiang Niannian felt a little embarrassed. She struggled symbolically but failed to break free.

"Um... can I let go now?"

The man chuckled, and a golden light flashed in his palm, and the red umbrella disappeared. He whispered in her ear, "Call my name, and I'll let you go."

Jiang Niannian was slightly stunned. How would she know his name!

Seeing that she didn't say anything, the man's smile deepened, and he rubbed her earlobe gently with his fingers: "Yin Buqi."

"What?"

"My name is Yin Buqi, remember it."

"Yeah." Jiang Niannian nodded obediently.

Now that she had calmed down, she thought carefully about her situation.

Judging from what happened just now, he didn't seem to want to kill her.

Everyone disappeared and she was isolated and helpless. More people meant more care. No matter how to say it, this pretty boy looked sick, and his cultivation was definitely higher than hers. She should just follow him first.

When the man asked her if she would like to go home with him, Jiang Niannian agreed without hesitation.

"It's just a humble room with bare walls, but don't despise it."

Jiang Niannian was stunned. How did he know her name?

Even though he felt strange, he still said, "I don't mind. I definitely don't mind."

Yin Buqi conjured up a lantern and led her forward.

Jiang Niannian asked: "How long have you been in this underworld?"

"About five hundred years."

"It's been so long..."

Jiang Niannian looked around as she walked. She knew the flower that grew wildly on the ground like fire. It was called red spider lily. But this tree... looked like bamboo, but its branches, leaves and fruits were all red.

The fruit is like the red sun shining on the leaves, and the leaves are like the sunset reflecting the red fruit.

She couldn't help but ask, "What kind of tree is that next to it?"

"It's Nandina domestica. It never loses its leaves. The colder the weather, the redder the leaves turn."

"Your eyes..."

"Blind."

Jiang Niannian was stunned and muttered, "You look like nothing happened...how did you become blind?"

Yin Buqi lowered his head slightly, his features revealing a kind of morbid infatuation, and then he laughed hoarsely, his tone full of disgust and murderous intent: "It was gouged out by someone."

Jiang Niannian wisely didn't ask any more questions, but she felt a little pity for this strange man in her heart.

The sky was dark, and soft snowflakes fluttered down like willow catkins floating in the wind. However, the higher we went up the mountain, the stronger the wind became, and the denser the snow became. The red bamboos on both sides were also covered with thick snow.

Yin Buqi took off his white cloak and put it on her, then gently tied it in front of her neck with a ribbon.

He held the lantern in one hand and held her with the other.

Her fingers were slightly cold, but she was surprised to feel a continuous flow of warmth.

There were cries of evil spirits all around, but next to him, I felt very safe.

The mountains are covered with snow, and the candles are shining in the southern sky, just as strong and cold as he is.

However, in such an atmosphere.

Jiang Niannian had only one thought in her mind.

A blind man lighting a lamp - a waste of wax.

Soon, the two arrived at the top of the mountain. Jiang Niannian stood in front of a magnificent palace, looking at Yin Buqi with a sinister expression.

You call this a shabby room? Bare walls?

Yin Buqi threw his hands up innocently: "I am very poor. I have nothing except this house."

So humble as to seem like showing off.

Jiang Niannian: “…”

Not far from the hall, there is a tombstone. I don’t know whose tomb it belongs to, but there is a line of small words engraved on it.

——You are buried in the earth with your bones dissolved in mud, while I am living in the human world with my head covered with snow.

The handwriting was very beautiful, but it was written with great force, as if every word was written with tears of blood.

On the plaque in front of the hall were inscribed three characters with the image of flying dragons and dancing phoenixes: Hall of Bewilderment.

After entering the palace, she was surrounded by warmth. Although it was dark and scary outside, the inside of the palace was clean and holy, and every place was decorated in a warm and luxurious way.

However, in this huge hall, there was not a single servant or guard.

Jiang Niannian secretly labeled Yin Buqi in her heart: a rich but lonely gigolo.

Suddenly, a small black ball rushed out from the corner and flew towards Jiang Niannian, but was intercepted by a pair of pale and slender hands.

Jiang Niannian looked carefully and saw that the little beast was completely black, with a small circle of white hair around its right eye, horns on its head and a tail behind it. Its body was like a cat, but much larger than a cat.

Yin Buqi held it by the scruff of the neck, and although he was smiling, his aura suddenly became gloomy and full of oppression.

He opened his thin lips and said, "Do you want to get out of here by yourself, or should I do it?"

The little black ball shuddered, looked at Jiang Niannian a few more times, his eyes full of reluctance, struggled and jumped out of Yin Buqi's hand, and slipped away.

Yin Buqi turned around and said to Jiang Niannian, "It's called coal balls."

"Oh." What a sloppy name.

…

After taking a shower, Jiang Niannian looked at the gorgeous man with his shirt open on the bed, swallowed, and after hesitating for a while, she finally asked, "Are you sure you want to sleep with me?"

Is there no other rooms in such a big hall?

"Yeah." Yin Buqi replied, moving inside to make room for her.

Jiang Niannian looked at him for a long while, then closed the door, closed the window, and went to bed.

It's just a nap, it won't make her lose any weight, she's not afraid.

The man turned over to face her, a faint smile on his lips and a cold, sickly look on his face.

Strangely enough, even though there was a white cloth covering his eyes, she could still feel that his eyes were staring at her, hot and obsessive.

"Aren't you afraid of what I might do to you?"

Jiang Niannian tightened the quilt around her: "Don't be afraid, you are a good person."

In fact, I am still afraid.