In the introduction to the evil beasts in the Classic of Mountains and Seas, most of them add the sentence "Its voice is like that of a baby, and it eats people."
That is to say, most man-eating monsters make "baby-like" sounds.
Humans have a desire to admire the strong, but they also have a desire to protect those who are much weaker than themselves. People who think they are "strong" will always be involuntarily attracted to weak creatures.
The reason why demons do this is to lower human vigilance.
By the time humans realized something was wrong, it was already too late.
Ordinary mortals naturally cannot tell the difference between the crying of a baby and the cries of demons to seduce humans.
But in the ears of professionals, that subtle difference will be infinitely magnified.
It stands to reason that during the parade and sacrifice, there are many statues of gods and priests who are worshipped by the people. With the gods' presence, demons and ghosts dare not act rashly.
However, the gods that came out for the parade this time were all the underworld officials, and there were many "Yakshas and Rakshasa ghosts" following them, making the whole street feel spooky.
When the yin energy is heavy, it is easy to attract some unspeakable things.
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The moment the fog rose, Jing Cheng knew he was careless.
He knew that there must be many monsters hiding in the ancient city, but he didn't expect there would be so many!
His heart sank, and his usually calm face changed slightly.
I'm afraid we have a tough battle to fight tonight.
He originally came to participate in the parade with an attitude of having fun, so he did not bring his peach wood sword with him. He only had a few demon-killing talismans on him, which were enough to deal with one or two demons, but looking at the current situation, he was afraid that it would not work.
The fog was getting thicker and thicker, and Jing Cheng could clearly feel that he and the crowd were separated into two worlds by the fog.
The noise from the other side gradually faded away, until even the sound was barely audible.
The smiling faces of the tourists gradually became distorted and frozen, looking unnatural as if they were deliberately painted on.
Jing Cheng understood that he was brought into an illusion.
He exhaled deeply, bit the tip of his tongue to wake himself up, closed his eyes slightly, formed a seal with one hand, and chanted the "Heavenly Eye Opening Mantra" in a low voice.
"... Heaven, Earth, Sun, and Moon, please illuminate my body, make me spiritual, and make my nine orifices bright. Hurry..."
Just as he started to chant the spell, suddenly, a very loud sound of footsteps reached Jing Cheng's ears.
The person who came was wearing leather shoes and took leisurely and brisk steps. His footsteps stepped on the bluestone road one by one, making a crisp "da da da" sound. Every step of that familiar footstep seemed to step on Jing Cheng's heart, making Jing Cheng's heart tremble slightly, and he almost forgot what he was going to do.
Until the man stopped three steps away from him.
Then he heard the man sigh deeply and called softly, "Ling Su."
His voice trembled slightly, implying the joy of reunion after a long separation, as if he was afraid of scaring the other person, and was deeply restrained, seeming strange and depressed.
Upon hearing this voice, Jing Cheng almost bit his tongue, and the spell that was about to be recited came to an abrupt halt.
He turned his head abruptly.
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Seeing Jing Cheng rushing forward without looking back, Qin Yan raised his eyebrows and wondered if his little master was shy.
However, when Qin Yan thought of Jing Cheng's maturity and solemnity, which was inconsistent with his appearance, he felt that it was unlikely.
Jing Cheng has always been clear about what he likes and dislikes. He expresses his likes and dislikes very clearly and will never give others the slightest chance to wishful thinking.
This is also the reason why Qin Yan has never dared to express his feelings to Jing Cheng.
God knows what he dreams about every night. After opening his eyes, he realizes that it was all a false alarm. Then he feels disappointed for a moment, gets up early to wash up, and then greets the other party as if nothing had happened.
After being suppressed for too long, Qin Yan sometimes even suspected that he might have been accustomed to waiting for someone in his previous life, so that in this life, at a young age, he had developed the Buddhist state of an old monk in meditation.
But more often than not, Qin Yan felt that he was going crazy.
For example, now, he actually saw a person who looked exactly like Jing Cheng, handing a heavy bag to a strange woman and smiling at the woman.
The two of them were talking and laughing, and seemed to have a very close relationship.
Qin Yan rubbed his eyes. Was he dazzled?
Didn't Jing Cheng go to see Mr. Chen? What's wrong with this woman?
He took a few steps forward as if possessed by a ghost, trying to see clearly, but he didn't notice that when his feet stepped on the ground, layers of ripples invisible to the naked eye spread out from the soles of his feet to the surroundings.
The next second, he also stepped into the illusion.
Maybe it was the tiredness after staying up late, maybe it was the physical and mental relaxation during the trip, or maybe his mind was occupied by Jing Cheng and that strange woman.
What is their relationship?
Qin Yan did not realize that he had voluntarily walked into the trap that the demon had set for Jing Cheng.
The air was filled with mist, and the sounds of firecrackers, gongs and the laughter of tourists were fading away from him.
There were faint voices coming from all directions, but they were not clear.
Fortunately, he didn't hear clearly, if he heard clearly he would probably be scared to death.
In the thick fog, several pairs of scarlet eyes were looming, and they looked at Qin Yan's figure with greedy and eager gazes.
"...He actually has a pure yang destiny in this life, and a yang body."
"Hiss - I smell it, I smell it, the breath is pure, and it's still a virgin..."
"If we eat him, hehehe..."
"I only want his heart, liver and lungs. How about you keep the rest?"
"This kid is protected by the amulet of the Heavenly Master. Let's not act rashly."
"Get rid of that damn Heavenly Master first, and leave one to trap him."
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The scattered sounds faded away from him, and when Qin Yan came to his senses, he found that he seemed to have changed places.
He looked at the old street in front of him with surprise. It did not have the deliberately ancient architectural style of the ancient city, but rather a breath of modern times.
The pedestrians coming and going are dressed in the style of a hundred years ago.
There were vendors in long gowns and jackets, rickshaw drivers squatting on the ground taking a nap, newspaper boys wearing marching caps running hurriedly through the streets, and ragged beggars kneeling on the ground begging, their outstretched palms covered in black mud.
A beautiful woman in cheongsam and heavy makeup walked gracefully past him.
Qin Yan wanted to catch a passerby and ask him what was going on. Why was he in the ancient city's parade and festival one second, and in the next second he saw the era of a hundred years ago as if he had traveled through time.
This is so weird!
Is he dreaming now?
However, his hand passed through the body of the passerby and the other party was completely unaware of his presence.
Instead, he used too much force and almost fell forward.
Then, Qin Yan saw a scene that he couldn't believe.
A familiar face...a face that he saw almost every day, both during the day and in his dreams, appeared before him.
——That’s Jingcheng’s face.
She was two or three years younger than she is now, with a more childish look on her face, and her puffy cheeks looked particularly frank and cute.
He saw "Jingcheng" wearing a tattered Taoist robe and straw sandals, with a Taoist bun on his head secured with a bamboo slip, a peach wood sword on his back, and striding forward with an unhappy look on his face.
A young man whose face could not be seen clearly hurriedly grabbed him from behind and said with a smile in a pleading tone: "Isn't it just a haircut? I'm not going to chop your neck, why are you still angry?"
"Jing Cheng" turned back with raised eyebrows and glared: "What have you learned? 'The body and hair are given by parents, and I dare not damage them. This is the beginning of filial piety.' If I had known you were going to bring me here for a haircut, I would not have come!"
"My God! What era is it now? There are still a few people with long hair on the street. My sister is still a lady, and her hair is shorter than yours! Look, they are all looking at you." Although he couldn't see the face clearly, Qin Yan could feel that the young man must have a cunning look on his face.
Nonsense!
Qin Yan thought with a gloomy face, it was obviously because "Jing Cheng" was good-looking and dressed strangely that those people would peek at him.
However, "Jing Cheng" didn't know this, and upon hearing this, he immediately turned his head nervously and looked around.
Qin Yan had been observing them. For a moment, Jing Cheng's eyes met his. Qin Yan's heart began beating like a drum, but the other person's eyes just glanced over him indifferently, as if he didn't notice that there was anyone here at all.
I don’t know what the boy said to “Jing Cheng”, but in the end, “Jing Cheng” was obediently pulled away by the other party’s arm.
Looking at the backs of the two people, Qin Yan felt inexplicably lost.
The next second, the scene changed.
"Jing Cheng" now had the same short hair style as the young man, and the two seemed to be in an old-style house.
There were many people surrounding them in the yard, including old people, women, young people and children, all looking at the center of the yard with nervous expressions.
"Jingcheng" stood in the middle of the yard, setting up an altar and performing a ritual.
He walked with strange steps, dancing with the peach wood sword and muttering to himself.
After it was over, a young man in overalls jumped out of the crowd, stepped forward, and like an old mother, took out a handkerchief from her bosom and wiped his dryness, and then helped him smooth his hair and tidy up his clothes.
After Qin Yan saw "Jing Cheng" staring at the boy for a long while, he suddenly smiled and said, "Why don't you just be a rich young master and follow me around like a little follower every day? Don't you think it's a waste of your talent?"
The young man answered without even looking up: "I don't think so."
"Then you can't always follow me, right?"
"What about a lifetime?"
"Jing Cheng" seemed to pause, then lowered his head and muttered something. From the shape of his mouth, it seemed like he was saying "young wife".
The young man clearly heard it, but he deliberately fanned his ears and said, "What are you talking about? Speak louder, I can't hear you!"
"Jing Cheng" seemed to be choked, turned his head away and stopped talking.
Qin Yan wanted to get closer to see Jing Cheng's expression clearly, but he saw thick fog covering the scene in front of him, and everything was blurred.
Later, he saw a young man in a suit holding a bouquet of flowers and walking silently to a tombstone. Behind the tombstone was a tall grave mound.
Although Qin Yan couldn't see the expression on the other person's face, he could feel the young man's emotions at the moment.
The moment the young man slowly bent down and placed the bouquet in front of the tombstone, Qin Yan was instantly overwhelmed by grief that penetrated his bones, making him so miserable that he could hardly breathe.
Qin Yan stared blankly at the other person's despairing face - only then did he see the man's face clearly.
It was a face very similar to his.
who is he?
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On the other side, Jing Cheng heard someone calling him "Ling Su", and the voice sounded so familiar that he was slightly stunned.
When he turned around, he saw the young version of Lian Xuefeng walking towards him.
Jing Cheng was stunned on the spot.
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The author has something to say:
It should be possible to tell that the young man is Qin Xiaoyan's previous life.
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