The cold auspicious void, the blood moon is full. The long cross street is full of wandering spirits.

However, the entire Hanji Mansion is still lonely. The red-clothed Shen sat cross-legged on the roof.

In the bluestone house opposite, the sick young man, wrapped in cotton clothes, was actually boiling medicine. It was a stove with a purple casserole on it.

The fragrance of the medicine is wisps, and under the fire, the sickly boy's face is slightly sallow. Inadvertently, the sick boy glanced at the window lattice.

Faintly, there was that dark red light, reflected on the window lattice.

The sick boy knew that tonight was the fifteenth night, the blood moon was full, and the wandering spirits were haunted on the long cross street.

He was not interested in any of this. Because, for him, they are all imaginary. Even in the blood moon, the coffin shadow, he didn't want to look up, because it was meaningless.

The shadow of the ghost coffin, not the ghost coffin. This is the most basic truth. He sometimes doesn't understand that a moon shadow is so beautiful. Those monks who came from afar didn't seem to understand this truth.

And the girl in red on the opposite side must still be sitting on the roof, like a practice, like an epiphany.

For fifteen years, there has been no stop. However, the sick boy did not despise the red-clothed Shen Ming.

"Ghost body! Heavenly Immortal Ninefold, it's not bad!Alas!" The sick young man couldn't help but sigh and said to himself, "It's a pity, little girl, that's not a good physique, you'll know in the future." Ghost bodies, ghost bodies, are all people with bad fate!"

The tone and tone of the sick boy's speech were quite peculiar, and finally a self-deprecating smile appeared on his face.

"Ahem!" the sick boy coughed twice. He coughed like this. It's not like Xiao Luo or Murong Huang back then, it's more than violent.

However, two light coughs in this quiet night. But it made the sick young man frown, and his face became even more ugly. He couldn't help but look at the medicine boiling on the stove.

"Old fellow, is it possible to increase the weight again?" the sick boy waved his hand, dispersed the smoke from the fire, and then slowly opened the lid of the purple casserole.

In fact. With this one action, it can be seen that he is not mortal. Because, the purple casserole is being calcined on the stove. The temperature is extremely high, how can ordinary people pick it up so lightly?

Sick boy, as soon as the pot is boiled, the medicinal fragrance is stronger.

"Ahem!ahem!" I couldn't help coughing twice.

Inside the purple casserole. A variety of herbs and medicinal properties are being soaked into the soup. The soup was a little reddish, like blood.

The sick boy, squinting slightly, looked at the slightly tumbling thick soup, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. It was a smile with a lot of disdain and murderous intent.

Objectively speaking, this pot of herbs is almost priceless.

Each of these herbs. It's a rare thing to take out. This room full of medicinal incense is the smell of ordinary monks. are better than many aura.

There is no doubt that this pot of medicine is a treasure and even an immortal product wherever you get it. To sick teenagers, however, they are poison, a chronic poison.

However, for three thousand years, a sick teenager, he still took the medicine prescribed by the old man Tang Ji every day. Because, the sick teenager has his own means.

At this time, I saw a sick boy, with a wave of one hand, the fire was instantly vigorous. Then, he put his left hand on the purple casserole, and gently rubbed the three fingers of his thumb, index finger, and middle finger.

A thin black sand, shining brightly, flowed from between three fingers. It was an amazing feeling, as if it had come out of nowhere.

The black and shiny sand, I don't know what it is. If it falls into the purple casserole, it will be directly abled. The red soup gradually darkened. A sickly young man, the corners of his mouth were slightly curved, and he still had a faint sneer.

The Tang family's poison technique, in his eyes, is really a small skill of carving insects.

He just took one more medicine, and the whole medicinal property was completely reversed. However, the black and shiny fine sand is definitely not something that anyone can get. Not everyone understands its medicinal properties and usage.

The black sand was used in the medicine, but it did not affect the fragrance of the pot of medicine in the slightest. Then, the sick boy gently picked up the pot and poured all the medicinal soup in the entire purple casserole into a sea bowl.

Sniffed it gently, the sick boy frowned slightly. To be honest, he didn't want to drink the medicine. Three thousand years, it's really too greasy to drink.

It's just that this sick teenager is really sick. If you don't take these medicines, you won't be fine. Just a little hesitation, the sick boy picked up the bowl, raised his neck, and poured down a whole bowl of medicine.

"Alas!" the sick boy sighed, his mouth full of medicinal incense. A wry smile spread across his face. He knew that the medicine would not be able to exert its power until half an hour later, and then he would have a dream.

At this time, as soon as the sick boy raised his head, a glint flashed in his eyes. Because, he saw a white light and flew directly into the courtyard next door.

The sick boy raised his eyebrows slightly, and his eyes shrank slightly. That is, within the Three Realms, all of them have to look away.

The content of the message Jade Jane was instantly reflected in the eyes of the sick boy. Such power is too terrifying.

"The immortal ship returns, return to the blood south quickly!"

On the jade slip, there are only eight words. However, this shocked the sick boy's heart.

"Immortal ship?" the sick boy's brow furrowed, for it was a name that seemed familiar to him, but was somewhat unfamiliar.

Then, I saw a sick teenager, and he waved with one hand. In the bluestone house, the light is bright, and a light mirror is directly displayed.

In the light mirror, the star field is vast and the water waves are monstrous. From the perspective of the Southern Region of the Blood Moon, it is naturally the Lethe River in front of you.

Goodbye, on the great river, warships crisscross and sail in formation, covering the waters of thousands of miles in radius.

On the battleship, flags were unfurled, and the momentum was extremely strong. In the middle, a large ship is like a dragon, which is the flagship. Its length is one hundred and fifty zhang, more than twenty zhang wide, on the big ship, several big flags, hunting and wind.

The word "immortal" is like a dragon dancing.

"Immortal ship, immortal man?" the sick boy frowned, because the appearance of those ships was strange and familiar to him. However, there is no clear and complete memory.

Goodbye, light mirror perspective shifts. The very front of the flagship deck. There were several people standing, the leader of whom was a man dressed in black.

The man in black, with long hair flying. His face was cold and murderous.

However, she is extremely handsome, and between her eyebrows, she is even a little bewitching, even ordinary women don't have that kind of face, presumably it is within the Three Realms. The most beautiful man.

On the side of the man in black, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy stood, naked. The lower body wears a large shorts of homespun cloth. He has a dark complexion and a strong body.

"Demon body!" the sick boy's brow tightened. Because, this man in black. He seemed familiar. But I can't remember it anymore.

"Ancient Heavenly Soldiers!" the sick boy glanced through the light mirror at the immortal ships again. Perhaps, in the eyes of many people, the immortal ship seems to be empty.

However, the sick boy can definitely see a qiē. All on board. They were all loaded with soldiers in black helmets and black armor, and even war horses. And. It was not an ordinary soldier, but an ancient heavenly soldier who had been resting in the ancient place for countless thousands of years.

That's a tremendous force.

Lethe River, the waves are surging. A total of seventy-seven immortal ships, sailing like dragons, slowly passed through the vision of that light mirror. It looks like it won't be long before they reach the Blood Moon South.

"Catastrophe?" the sick boy waved his hand, and the water mirror disappeared. Today, I don't know if it's because the power of the medicine came faster, but he was a little dizzy.

And at this moment, the sick boy saw that Ye Xingbai was already standing outside the hospital.

The sick boy has a good impression of Ye Xingbai.

The two of them have also drunk against each other several times. He knew that Ye Xingbai would definitely not be able to see through him. However, he also had no intention of understanding Ye Xingbai's details. Who Ye Xingbai is, it doesn't matter to him.

However, the Heavenly Immortal Dual Realm in Hanji Town, and for five hundred years, it is as stable as a mountain. The sick young man knew that this Ye Xingbai was the power of the Tang family's scruples.

"Are you leaving?" the sick boy couldn't help but smile. Then, as soon as I lifted my step, I also went outside the hospital.

The two courtyards are separated by a wall, and the red-clothed Shen Ming on the opposite side sits on the ridge.

This night of a blood moon is very magical.

Because, for the first time, the three strange neighbors appeared at the same time on the night of the blood moon. The three of them looked at each other almost in pairs, and their eyes were different

"Ah Xuan, admiring the moon?" Ye Xingbai said calmly.

"Hmm!" the sick boy nodded and smiled, "Brother Ye is leaving." Five hundred years as neighbors, naturally I want to see off Brother Ye!"

"Oh?" Ye Xingbai was slightly stunned, but then smiled, "You are really not an ordinary person!"

"How can ordinary people be worthy of being neighbors with Brother Ye?" the sick young man couldn't help but glance at the red-clothed Shen Ming. However, Shen Ming, who was clothed in red, just raised his eyebrows slightly and didn't say anything.

"Who the hell are you?" Ye Xingbai looked at the sick young man with a peaceful look in his eyes.

"Hehe! Don't hide it from Brother Ye, I don't even know who I am! Perhaps, I should be called the Lost!" the sick boy smiled, this is an extremely sincere sentence.

"Looking for yourself?" Ye Xingbai smiled bitterly.

"Look for the ghost coffin too!" the sick boy smiled faintly and said naturally, "The ghost coffin must be very important to me." ”

"Or, just wait for the ghost coffin!" At this time, Shen Ming on the other side suddenly interjected, and his tone was very cold.

"Oh?" the sick boy looked at Shen Ming and smiled, "It's worthy of being a ghost body, fifteen years, and I haven't sat in vain! That's right, or I'm also waiting for the ghost coffin!

In Shen Ming's ghostly pupils, a trace of inexplicable brilliance flashed, but he didn't say anything.

Ye Xingbai looked calm, but there were huge waves in his heart. Because, in the words of Shen Ming and the sick boy, there is a lot of information.

At the same time, Ye Xingbai didn't understand, why did this sick boy suddenly appear at this time?

"Brother Ye, the three of us, only you, are not here for the ghost coffin?" said the sick young man.

"Oh?" Ye Xingbai smiled, but he was noncommittal, as if he didn't understand why the sick boy said this.

"Because, if you came for the ghost coffin, you wouldn't have left at this time!" the sick young man smiled, "The immortal ship, how can it be compared to the ghost coffin?

When Ye Xingbai heard this, his heart shook violently. It seems that the strength of this sick boy is far beyond his imagination. (To be continued......)