The moon, half covered by a small cloud, hung in the starry sky, faintly illuminating the huge mansion on the ground.
Through a ray of moonlight, one could vaguely see the word "Zhao Mansion" written on the plaque on the door.
Standing by the corner door of the mansion was a thin man in dark gray house servant uniform.
He pushed away the man in front of him who was in ragged clothes and whose face was covered with putty.
He shouted softly: "The money has been given to you, so get out of here."
Lying at the feet of the two men were two children of about five years old.
They were both tied up and lying quietly on the ground.
They seemed to be unconscious.
The two little faces exposed were slightly similar.
One was wearing a A slightly damaged light pink brocade Confucian skirt, one wearing a scratched sapphire blue brocade robe, both were gagged with shabby fabrics.
The man in ragged clothes hugged the calf of the man dressed as a servant, half paralyzed on the ground, and begged in a low voice, "I finally found this pair of dragons and phoenixes, why don't I add more?"
The man dressed as a domestic servant sneered, "Go away, or you will be buried with me too."
The man in ragged clothes was stunned, with a look of fear on his face and a bit of struggle.
Finally, he sighed softly, picked up the broken silver on the ground, stood up slowly and walked away, without even looking at the two children on the ground.
The man dressed as a domestic servant spat at his back, turned to the two young men behind the corner door and said, "Hurry and clean up, don't miss the good time for the master's burial."
Full of darkness, deep silence, and faint light, a fine golden nan coffin was placed in the middle of the main chamber, and the mermaid lanterns on the aisle of the tomb were silently burning.
There are two urns placed on both sides of the dark coffin.
The urn on the left is carved with a handsome little boy of about five years old, and the urn on the right is carved with a little girl who looks somewhat similar to the little boy.
Two faint figures emerged from the urn, and a childish voice floated in the air, "Brother, it's so dark, I'm scared."
The figure on the left wanted to comfort the figure on the right, but found that he was locked in the urn and could only float above the urn.
He said anxiously: "Don't be afraid, Ajin, brother is always here."
There was a rustling sound in the silent tomb.
A man wearing a peaked cap bowed and walked to the coffin.
He turned to the man in a black coat behind him and said softly and excitedly: "Oh, this coffin is worth it.
There must be something there."
Good goods” As he spoke, he looked at the two urns next to the coffin and picked up one curiously, "What is this?"
The man in black replied calmly: "You rookie, don't touch things.
These are boys and girls who were buried with them in ancient times.
They were buried with mercury while they were alive.
It's very evil.
If you touch this, your life will be ruined."
The man in the peaked cap was so frightened that he gently put the urn back, clasped his hands together, and kept chanting: "Don't be surprised if there are strange things, don't be surprised if there are strange things."
After saying that, he began to open the coffin and look for valuable burial objects.
The man in black silently looked at the funerary porcelain placed in the main room, slowly took out a dagger from the back of his waist, quickly stepped forward and stabbed it into the waist of the man in the peaked hat who had his back turned to him, "With your blood sacrifice, I feel safe."
's out" The man in the peaked hat turned back in horror, "You promised my sister to take care of me."
The man in black pulled out the dagger and struck again, "I don't even want your sister anymore."
The man in the peaked hat struggled and knocked over the urn on the left, and a crisp shattering sound was heard.
He glared at the man in black, rolled to the right from the coffin, picked up the urn on the right and threw it at the man in black, shouting: " Let this evil thing be with you for the rest of your life."
In the orphanage, a girl sat silently on the steps, looking at the children playing in the playground, holding her chin in her hands, her expression indifferent, and her whole body exuding a sense of maturity.
She just watched others playing quietly without any intention of joining.
After a long time, she suddenly turned around, her pure white eyes staring in one direction, "What are you two standing behind me all the time?"
The boy wearing a bellyband shouted in surprise: "Ajin, she can see us" The little girl wearing a bellyband called Ah Jin clapped her hands happily, "Brother, someone finally saw us."
The girl with strange pure white eyes stood up, tilted her head to look at them, and said with a smile: "My name is Shang Xuanyue, where are you?"
The night sky, without the company of stars and moon, infects this prosperous city with loneliness and blackness.
A girl with beautiful features and a tall ponytail.
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Her fourteen-year-old or fifteen-year-old body exuded the breath of youth.
She was wearing a short skirt and walked briskly on the path without street lights.
She turned her head and said to the air on the left, "A Tong , you can’t run away again this time to catch the evil ghost.”
There was silence in the air on the left, but a faint figure appeared on her right, floating in the air, with a childish face of fourteen or fifteen years old, wearing a short skirt like a girl, laughing softly, "Xuan Yue, don't laugh at brother, he I didn’t run away last time, I just went to help you find the underworld spiritual official.”
As soon as her ethereal voice dispersed in the air, a boy with a face similar to hers appeared on the left.
He was wearing a T-shirt and shorts, and his body proportions were very good.
Even though his face was still childish, he was very handsome and pleasing to the eye.
He just curled his lips and said nothing.
Shang Xuanyue frowned in displeasure, "I am the most powerful spiritual master of the Shang family, and I don't want help from those lazy guys in the underworld."
Ah Tong finally spoke, "It was too dangerous at that time.
I must ensure your safety.
I am your servant."
Shang Xuanyue glanced at A Tong, with disapproval on her face, "It took a lot of effort for you to absorb my spiritual power and grow up.
You two have just understood this world.
Don't deal with the spiritual officials of the underworld.
What if they get crazy?
I’m causing trouble for you.”
Ah Tong lowered his head with a shy look on his face and responded softly, "I know."
She pursed her lips and smiled, and said softly: "I know you are nervous about me."
Shang Xuanyue, who was busy talking to Ah Jin, did not hear these words, "Ah Jin, don't run around all the time.
If you are seduced by a handsome monster, where will I find you?"
Ah Jin answered cheerfully: "No, I will not leave Xuan Yue.
I want to grow old with Xuan Yue."
Author's words: Maybe it's because I like to bury many things in very small details and reveal them bit by bit in the dialogue.
Therefore, many friends find it strange that Zhou Jingge's character is obviously a ghost who has lived for hundreds of years, and yet he is reincarnated and yet he is not strong enough.
I think maybe I should write an extra chapter to explain it.
She was just a ghost of a virgin who was buried with her since she was a child.
She was imprisoned in the cemetery for hundreds of years.
She only stayed in the world for more than ten years before she was reincarnated.
Therefore, she was buried with her at the age of five, had no choice but to be reincarnated, and was finally reborn with a complicated personality, chaotic memories, and the goal of finding the meaning of her life.
She will become stronger and grow as soon as possible.
I apologize for your expectations of a strong person being disappointed.
I will also continue to improve my writing style to make the novel more concise and clear.
Suddenly I felt that whenever you have questions, I will send you a free extra to answer them.
Happy Dragon Boat Festival. 201669 Thank you for your continued support
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