Chapter 572 Hunting
Xiao Chujing also drew out some of his overly morbid thoughts about Ye Xiaoman and injected them into his inner demons.
Knock knock.
Someone knocks on the door.
Xiao Chujing snapped his fingers, and the fire in the house suddenly lit up.
He walked to the door and pushed it open.
Under the flickering light, stood a group of ghosts.
The dirty hair and tattered and dirty clothes had lost their original color, and the whole person looked like they had rolled in the mud. Some had half of their bodies decayed into bones, while others still maintained the dignity of an intact body.
The stench of death filled my nostrils.
Xiao Chujing glanced over the crowd and saw the black feather edges that supported the buildings. Ghosts were crawling out from the mass graves below along invisible chains.
Night is the world of the dead.
The lower-level ghosts are allowed to roam around by the rules.
After the day's precipitation, the yang disappears and the yin rises, and the power of darkness reaches its peak.
"This kind-hearted Immortal Lord."
The leading man pleaded sadly, white termites crawling in and out of his eyes, which had turned into black holes, and kept falling to the ground.
In its arms was a swaddling cloth, which seemed to contain a child, with a blue little arm hanging down from the edge of the rags.
"My child is sick and urgently needs a medicine. The doctor said he needs a pound of flesh and blood from a young adult. Please help me!"
After it finished speaking, the ghosts behind it responded one after another.
"Yes, just a pound of flesh and blood, it won't kill you."
"Humans are very kind, I believe you are also a good person."
"Woo woo woo, save the child."
"I came with a knife."
"I'll cut the meat."
"I'll bleed you."
"I'm the one holding the bowl."
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The second rule of the Living Ruins: Do not refuse the requests of the indigenous people, no matter whether the request is reasonable or not.
Xiao Chujing listened expressionlessly at first, then turned his gaze to look at Ye Xiaoman's wooden house next door.
Across a narrow strip of grass, Ye Xiaoman's house was also crowded with ghosts. They kept knocking on the door. Perhaps Ye Xiaoman was sleeping too soundly or for some reason, but she never came out to see them.
The rule that the requests of the indigenous people cannot be refused includes the knocking of ghosts, and Ye Xiaoman must answer the door no matter how unwilling she is.
Somehow she could calmly resist the constraints of the power of rules.
Xiao Chujing felt that Ye Xiaoman’s wooden house looked like his resting place. The warm light from the dark lamp gently enveloped the house, making it so attractive.
I want to sleep in it forever, holding my junior sister in my arms.
The man's charming features were immediately filled with a smile.
Junior sister needs protection.
Great, he found an excuse to go find his junior sister.
I want to stay with my junior sister.
No matter what, I can't bear to be separated for a moment.
Xiao Chujing took a step back to let the ghosts into the house.
When all the ghosts arrived, the door slowly closed behind him, and the dilapidated hinges made a teeth-grinding creaking sound.
The long strip of light on the ground gradually narrowed, shutting all the light behind the door.
Finally, all that was left was darkness in the room.
The light was dim, with only the gleam in the eyes of Xiao Chujing as he lowered his head and remained silent.
All the ghosts shuddered collectively for no apparent reason.
Damn it, how could a living person be scarier than a ghost?
The man with dimples took out the alchemy furnace with a graceful movement.
Bang.
The sound of the four legs of the bronze object hitting the ground.
The pieces of paper money on the floor jumped up, raising fine dust.
Xiao Chujing's voice was filled with an irrepressible urgency.
"Xiao, I will do my best to meet your requests."
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Dou Xian frowned as he heard the screams of ghosts coming from next door.
As a successful person, he advocates a disciplined life.
Work at sunrise, rest at sunset, and sleep well at night.
Staying up late for a long time will make the skin look dark and yellow, and it looks dirty. A person with obsessive-compulsive disorder pursues a sense of cleanliness from the inside out.
Xiao Chujing is a bit disturbing.
In the past, he would have cut such people into pieces and made them into various handicrafts.
Oh, let’s not talk about the human head flowerpot.
Dou Xian's mood, which had finally calmed down, became furious again. He imagined a scene of making Ye Xiaoman and Xiao Chujing into a couple's chair, and then he felt a little happier.
He blocked out the sounds around him with a shielding array, wiped his fingers unconsciously with his handkerchief, and turned around.
I don't know when the window was opened.
A man and a woman appeared out of nowhere in the room.
The woman wore pearl hairpins on her high temples and a twelve-tone skirt made of rich silk and brocade. The glitter of her jewels illuminated the humble room with brilliance.
The casual and bold movements are incompatible with the image of a lady with noble appearance.
She bent one leg and sat on the windowsill. Disliking the cumbersome hem of her skirt, she casually lifted the fabric and piled it on her knees. Her calf was beautiful and graceful, but not weak, with faint muscle lines.
If Ye Xiaoman were asked to describe it on the spot, she would say that it was a good leg that could kick someone three steps away.
She leaned against the window frame, holding a pot of liquor, looking at the dark night sky of the ghost world, and drank it with her head tilted back.
Another man in black stood against the wall, his arms folded. He was only half-dressed, revealing a muscular arm covered in tattoos. The extra sleeve was tied around his waist, showing off the scars on his arm and chest like a medal.
There was a strong murderous aura about both of them.
The poem says, "Live as a hero, die as a ghost hero." The spirit of a hegemon is fully displayed in them.
That is the bloody murderous intent that only those who have fought their way out of the midst of thousands of troops and have killed countless people have.
They both turned their heads in unison and looked at Dou Xian with contempt.
That was a look unique to the demon race, admiring the strong and despising the inferior.
For Dou Xian, being looked at like trash was a memory from a long time ago.
It lasted so long that all those people were played to death by him.
Dou Xian was caught off guard and could only stand there blankly for a moment.
I realized it later, and the cold air seeped out from every pore.
The scariest thing was that he had no idea when they would arrive.
They broke through his barriers silently and appeared behind him, making it easy for them to take his life.
Especially two thousand years ago, one of them had personally destroyed his life.
Tsk, the feeling of having your head chopped off and being stepped on and kicked around like a ball is hard to forget.
Dou Xian was overwhelmed by their natural aura, and his knees softened and he knelt down.
He didn't dare to be sneaky, so he held his sleeves tightly and lowered his head until it touched the floor.
"I pay my respects to you..."
"Master Tu."
"Lord Lu."
Tu Liudao was used to the flattery of the weak, so he turned away boredly and continued drinking.
The pearl tassels on both sides of the jade crown swayed with her movements, reflecting her rouge-colored cheeks.
Lu Qi gave him a light support, "No need to be so polite, Ghost King Dou."
Lu Qi took the initiative to step forward and act as an intermediary to communicate with Dou Xian.
The reason is that he couldn't beat Tu Liudao, so when there was no one else, he came out to be the younger brother.
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