The blood moon is full, and it gradually sinks in the west.

On this night, there was no scene where when Amu came to Hanji that day, the wandering spirits on the cross street ran wild, and the moon fell in the shadow of the blood moon coffin.

Because, on this night, there is no magic coffin to resonate with.

In the southeast corner of the town, Shen Ming, Ye Xingbai, and the sick boy are three strange neighbors, forming a triangle. The three of them seem to be calm and casual, but I am afraid that only that sick boy is truly free and easy.

Because, Ye Xingbai and Shen Ming can't see through him, but he can see through Ye Xingbai and Shen Ming.

"Your qiē is far beyond my imagination! It seems that the ghost coffin is bound to win!" Ye Xingbai looked at the sick boy and said slowly.

"Hehe! Perhaps! Hard-working people should live up to it. The sick boy smiled bitterly, then hugged his fists and said, "Brother Ye is here, take care!"

"Ah Xuan, do you have any advice?" Ye Xingbai smiled faintly. The sick young man in front of him is definitely not a very human being, seeing himself off at this time should have some deep meaning, Ye Xingbai naturally wants to ask more.

"Oh?" the sick boy smiled, "Brother Ye, we have been neighbors for five hundred years and have some friendship. Today's farewell, the little brother really has a few words to give. ”

"Please speak!" Ye Xingbai's expression was solemn, he knew that what the sick boy said must not be a common saying.

"When the immortal ship comes, the Demon Continent will be chaotic! However, please remember Brother Ye. If you come from Lethe, you will inevitably go back to Lechuan! Those who bury the ancient will eventually return to the ancient, and those who are in the sea will eventually return to the sea famine! It may be the best policy to respond to all changes without change. "The words of the sick boy are somewhat obscure.

Ye Xingbai couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, but he remembered every word carefully.

A qiē comes from the Lethe River. Those who bury the ancients will eventually return to the ancients, and those who are desolate will eventually return to the desolation! This should be a sentence with profound meaning.

The sick young man smiled, as if he could see Ye Xingbai's thoughts. said: "One day, Brother Ye, you will understand my words." Also, if you leave the Blood North Hanji, don't come back!

"Well, thank you!" Ye Xingbai raised his eyebrows and didn't say anything. Because he knew that sick teenagers wouldn't say much more clearly. When he returned to the Xuantian Pavilion, he naturally wanted to repay the Blue Devil with these, and then study it carefully. Believe. One or two should be understood.

"Farewell!" In the end, Ye Xingbai clenched his fists at the sickly young man, glanced at Shen Ming again, and pinched the seal in his hand. The figure faded instantly.

Quickly return to the south of the blood. Ye Xingbai didn't dare to delay for a long time. At this time, the blood moon in the void fell even more westward, almost completely sinking westward.

The sick young man looked at Shen Ming again, and then said lightly: "The immortal ship is here, attracting most of the attention of the blood moon. Then the good show of the blood north may be about to begin! You think about ghost coffins, but be careful. The old man of the Tang family. He's just a janitor. ”

The tone of the sick teenager was very flat, but there was an inexplicable meaning, like a threat, like a warning.

"Gatekeeper?" Shen Ming frowned slightly, "Heavenly Immortal Quadruple Gatekeeper, then this portal is quite big?"

"Hehe! It's rare and weird!" the sick young man shook his head with a wry smile, "The Three Realms are vast, I don't know how deep they are, how wide they are! How many primordial immortals are still guarding the door?

Listening to the sick boy's words, Shen Ming was slightly stunned, and wanted to say something, but he stopped talking. At this time, the sick boy had already turned around alone and wanted to go back to the stone house.

"Are you really sick?" Shen Ming frowned and asked suddenly.

"It's similar to your illness, always thinking about who you are. A lot of memories are gone. However, it is not all forgotten. The sick boy didn't turn around, but turned his back to Shen Ming and smiled a little weirdly, "However, my illness is almost cured." There is no solution to your illness! Because it is impossible for Lethe to flow backwards. ”

There is no solution, and the Lethe River flows backwards! These eight words are like knives. A cold glint flashed in Shen Ming's eyes.

"Then when will your illness be cured?"

"Two or three years! When the blood moon is not full on the fifteenth night of Hanji Town, maybe I'll be fine!" said the sick boy calmly.

Then, without waiting for Shen Ming to say anything, he had already stepped into the house. As soon as he entered the room, the sick boy's face was already pale.

Because, the effect of the medicine began to kick in. In the mind of the sick teenager, many scenes appeared. In an instant, his eyes entered a state of emptiness and confusion.

It's a pity that the red-clothed Shen Ming can't see anything. Because, that seemingly ordinary stone house was full of powerful prohibitions that even the original immortals might be afraid of.

Shen Ming's ghostly pupils are claimed to be able to see all yin and yang. However, she would never be able to see through the ordinary stone house.

The blood moon vanished, and the day grew.

"When the blood moon is not full, he will be fine? Does that mean that the ghost coffin was born?" Shen Ming muttered to himself, and then his face turned cold and he fell back into the courtyard.

"Ghost coffin, I'm bound to get it!" Shen Ming's eyes flashed with determination.

At this time, the sick boy was completely cross-legged in his stone house. His face was pale and his eyes were hollow.

The Ten Netherworlds, the Strange Forest. A sick boy who feels like a wandering soul. It was following a river, which seemed to be Lethe, passing through many worlds.

This is not the first time he has appeared, but the second time. His soul wanders, Samsara.

The black and white day, the seven stars accompany the moon, from north to south. He seems to have left something important behind.

Double day when the sky, immeasurable immortal mountain. He remembered that there seemed to be a woman who smiled at him.

The vast green plain, the ancient city of UFO. It was an endless cemetery, and he seemed to crawl out of the dirt on his head like a demon. Endless purple mountains, in his memory.

That qiē, I don't know how many worlds, how many years, how many reincarnations. All kinds of mottled memories are like fragments, like tides, impacting a qiē.

Life without memories is bound to be painful, but when memories are like a torrent and take away the soil of your life, it is also a kind of suffering.

The sick boy, with the help of supreme medicinal power, opened the floodgates of memory, but he couldn't control the flow of water. That kind of memory makes him a little dizzy and even painful every time.

And every time, he can only extract a trace of accurate memories in it, a trace of real memories. For three thousand years, he still knew very little about himself.

However, he knew how important the ghost coffin was to him. He believed that as long as the ghost coffin was in his hand, he could perceive a qiē and reply to a qiē.

He will surely find himself and be lost again.

............

On the second day of the night of the blood moon, it was still snowing in the town of Hanji. The snow is not thick or light, but it is also sprinkled. The people in Hanji Town have been accustomed to this appearance for countless years.

On the long cross street, from west to east, a young man in Tsing Yi walked slowly and went directly to Ye Xingbai's door.

"Bang Bang!" knocked on the door, but no one answered, and the young man in Tsing Yi couldn't help frowning slightly.

"Oh, little brother!" At this moment, the door of the adjacent courtyard opened, and it was the sick boy. He was seeing the guy knocking on the door of the old Tang family's shop.

"Brother Xuan, do you know, where did Big Brother Ye go so early? Shopkeeper, let me give him a few immortal talismans he wanted!"

"Oh! I don't know, I haven't seen him for seven or eight days!" the sick boy frowned, "I heard him go on a long trip a few days ago. He also said that he might not come back. ”

"Well, there's this!" the look of surprise on Ban'er's face was just right, "In that case, I'll go back first." If you see Brother Ye coming back, Brother Ah Xuan, please sue him and go to the shop to get a talisman. I'm not coming!"

"All right!" replied the sick boy with a smile.

Both of them are telling lies, but they are both natural and sincere.

Tang Ji turned around, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth. Just now, his divine sense swept over, and Ye Xingbai's courtyard was really empty, and even the former prohibition was gone.

"Ye Xingbai is really gone!" Ban'er said secretly in his heart, "Look at what Grandpa said is right!"

The old man of the Tang family said, the immortal ship has returned, and the Xuantian Pavilion no longer has the strength to contain Hanji Town.

The snow is getting a little tighter. However, for the Tang family, it may be spring.

At this time, on the long cross street, in the old store of the Tang family, the old man of Tang Ji, who was actually named Tang Nu, actually waved his hand and brushed off a piece of dragon stone on the wall of the house.

Because, he feels that this cold winter is a little hot. (To be continued......)

PS: Thank you first, the monthly ticket of the ribs as always, the reward and monthly pass of the fifth master, as well as the rewards and various supports of other book friends. I've been very busy lately, after all, I'm in my third year of high school, and I have three classes of Chinese classes, and there are still a lot of things to deal with in the class. I have a lot of juniors, but a student's senior year, maybe only once, is important to them. Mountains and rivers dare not say, do your best, but you must do your best to the students. Therefore, my focus can only be on my daily teaching work. The update is very late, and there seem to be more typos, so I can only apologize to everyone, but I will do my best. In addition, there are book friends who are worried about the tragedy, such as Yu'er, hehe! Don't worry, never! Yu'er must still be Yu'er, Shen Ming also has a home, and the foreshadowing has been written. Finally, thank you for your continued tolerance and support. I'll do my best!!