The fruit of killing life

Chapter 18 The Girl in the Mirror
woo woo woo.
The wind whimpered in his ears, and Wang Yuan, who was sitting in the bridal sedan chair, felt that the whole welcoming team was wrapped in the wind and moved forward at an extremely fast speed, like a piece of light paper.

Through the small window of the bridal sedan chair, one can only see a glimpse of the gray and dark tones outside, and cannot distinguish any scenery.

It was not the first time he had experienced this kind of thing, and he was not flustered, knowing that he was walking a sinister path surrounded by a group of ghosts.

"Of all kinds of musical instruments, the suona is the king, either ascending to heaven or worshiping the hall.

It's a pity that others are down-to-earth, but you are basically a down-to-earth mansion.

This feeling of visiting relatives is like going to hell, no matter how many times you have been here, you can't get used to it at all. "

Sitting in the sedan chair, Wang Yuan involuntarily clenched the bright red sachet in his hand, for fear that if he was not careful, he would be thrown halfway, and then fall into the dark and gloomy world.

Even with the shallow common sense he got from the mausoleum guard, he knew that it was definitely not a good experience.

After just a few short breaths, Wang Yuan suddenly felt his eyes light up.

In front of the welcoming team, a vast and gentle valley appeared, with continuous houses and criss-cross paths in the valley.

Looking up and looking around, the surrounding mountains are still similar to Beiman Mountain, but their size has expanded at least dozens of times.

In the center of the valley surrounded by mountains, a celestial pillar-like Sophora japonica pierces into the sky.

The bark is mottled like iron scales, and the twigs are green, half withered and half prosperous, opening up a lofty and vast dome.

Every branch on the tree is wrapped with fiery red cloth strips full of wishes.

From a distance, it looks exactly like an old dragon riding a red fire cloud, raising its upper body high, with scales and claws.

Its appearance is exactly the same as that of the Longclaw pagoda tree outside, but it has been magnified dozens of times.

It is a pity that this miraculous Longclaw locust tree is like an old man in his twilight, full of the breath of old age.

The welcoming team stepped on the dark wind and continued to move forward. After running for a while, they formally entered the shade of the locust tree.

When we got here, not only did the sky not get dark, but it was as bright as day.

A huge white lantern like a hill hung high on the treetops, replacing the bright moon outside and filling the entire valley with cool, bright white light.

Under the lights, farmers busy in the fields, horses and chariots coming and going on the road, vendors hawking along the street, and literati who linger
The leisurely countryside and the bustling city make people almost think that this is the ancient city of Luoyang outside the mountains.

Seeing this welcoming team that suddenly came out of the void, many people couldn't help but stop and watch from a distance, with curiosity in their eyes, completely different from the ghosts outside.

"Well, it fits very well with the way the mysterious world unfolds.

It would be even more perfect if it wasn't for the big "Dian" character written on the big lantern. "

This is the real core of the "Land of the Dead". The spirits of the ghosts are obviously much stronger than those outside. At least they can communicate, and they are obviously a little more angry.

It is not the first time to come here, Wang Yuan has long since lost the shock of the first meeting.

In fact, although this place is not a ghostly place, it is similar in nature to that ghostly place.

Except for a very few things that are true, everything else is false.

Burning paper houses in Yangjian will become thousands of buildings here, paper burning people will become living servants and concubines, burning paper money will become real gold and silver treasures
The dust-like matter plus the will of ordinary people will be magnified thousands of times here, which is true and true, but it is meaningless to the outside world.

Moreover, even the old ghosts who live here may not be able to distinguish between true and false.

The sedan chair walks along a flat and straight road, and enters the gate of the city where the plaque of "Dead People's Township" is hung.

Walking through Tonglifang, Cihuifang, and Shangshanfang one after another, I came to Jishanfang next to the giant dragon claw tree, and finally stopped in front of a magnificent mansion.

Slightly opening the red car curtain, Wang Yuan looked around cautiously, and confirmed that there were only a group of paper pierced servants with pale faces around him.

Then he covered his face in shame, jumped out of the wedding sedan chair like a monkey, and rushed into the open door in three steps at a time.

Here, the two maids in Tsing Yi have been waiting for a long time.

They are slim and graceful, with blue satin long clothes, knotted hair, slender fingers, and white jade skin, just like two water lotus flowers swaying in the wind.

Seeing the muddy but masculine young man walk in, the eyes of the two women warmed up, but their bodies saluted impeccably.

"Master Yuan, the hot water is ready, please come with the maidservants."

After all, it seemed that he suppressed his desire to look away from Wang Yuan, turned around and led the way.

"Thank you, my two sisters."

Wang Yuan, who was already very used to this kind of gaze, stepped up to keep up.

All the way through the secluded stone path, Qingdai gallery, pavilions and waterside pavilions.
The two beautiful female ghosts, with slender waists and swaying buttocks, walked slowly in front of Wang Yuan with lotus steps.

To see such a beautiful view.

Many "spiritual undead knights" may involuntarily come up with bold ideas one after another, and even directly make up for the eighteen forbidden bridges from horror movies.

But Wang Yuan didn't look sideways and didn't panic.

He is even willing to touch his own waist and sincerely persuade them:
"Young, very young.

When a man goes out, especially when he enters this kind of ghost den, the first step is to protect his chastity. Oh no, it's Yang Qi! "

The precepts of the tomb guards have been foresighted for a long time, and the second rule is not to desecrate the bones and souls in the mountains.

Blasphemy? "blasphemy"!
The two female ghosts purposely wandered around the mansion, and led Wang Yuan to see a group of female ghosts in colorful clothes fluttering butterflies, a group of female ghosts playing the qin and flute, and a group of female ghosts washing clothes by the stream.
They smiled sweetly, each with their own style, and some of them were familiar with Wang Yuan and greeted him very affectionately.

But Wang Yuan didn't look sideways the whole time, and arrived at a bedroom without incident.

After watching the two maids in blue go away reluctantly, he breathed a sigh of relief as if he had fought another bad battle.

He took off his clothes that had already been covered with muddy water and grass clippings, and soaked in the wooden bathtub.

"Huh! Comfortable."

Let the bath water at just the right temperature submerge the chin, and the tense body and spirit gradually relax, but the various thoughts float up again.

"In the month before the 200th year of Yili King's grand ceremony, if you don't run around, you can probably be safe for a while, but the day of the great ceremony is a hurdle that you can't get around no matter what.

Going through the sea and the sky, if you can't get over it, you will end up just like those rare old people in the "Old Care Pavilion", being sucked up all the remaining luck and life in this life, and you can't even be a ghost.

You must hurry up and get started with at least one of [Beast Gathering Thaumaturgy] and [Tiger Transformation Thaumaturgy] during the three days before returning to Daling Village. "

Thinking of this, Wang Yuan no longer has the extra thought to enjoy this rare comfort.

After a few simple washes, he climbed out of the bathtub, picked up the cotton towel prepared by the maid in advance, and dried his body.

In the glazed mirror next to him, there is a handsome young man with fair skin, bright eyebrows and starry eyes.

Still at the age of development, he has reached the first level [Flesh and Flesh Furnishing] Dacheng, with a straight figure, well-proportioned lines, and no flaws.

Although the slightly contoured muscles between the chest and abdomen are not exaggerated, only he himself knows how powerful and enduring this body is now.

The wild dog Taoist pursued him so hard, so maybe he didn't covet his good skin. Even if he can't even write poems at this level, he can probably prostitute for nothing, right?
Wang Yuan laughed, and shook off these messy thoughts in his mind, and was about to change into a new set of clothes on the tray next to him.

Suddenly aware of a trace of abnormality, he suddenly turned his head to look at the glazed mirror again.

But when he saw in the mirror, there was a figure that did not exist in the room at some point.

A dignified and beautiful petite girl wearing a red tulle hijab and colorful phoenix embroidered wedding gown, wearing thin and soft red embroidered shoes, sitting leisurely by the bed.

With his cheeks resting on his wrists, he is holding a pair of autumn water cut pupils that are suitable for joy and anger, sweeping across his strong chest and tough arms with sparkling light.
Realizing that Wang Yuan had discovered his peeping, the girl in the mirror didn't feel the slightest bit of embarrassment at all. She smiled at him and greeted him maliciously:

"Yo, Wang Xiaoyuan, you delivered the goods again!"

　Thank you book friend Shuang Tianqiaocao for your reward, and thank you all book friends for your monthly tickets and recommendation tickets!

　　
　
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