Fast travel: touch the hero's father before he turns black

Chapter 26 My Daddy and I Are Crazy 1
Da Si Ming chuckled meaningfully and didn't explain much.

All the changes in the world have a reason.

Just a causal loop.

"Go, the next world is waiting for you."

One day in the sky, a hundred years on the earth.

For Cen Jinshan, he lived a long life of a hundred years, but for Da Si Ming, it was just a blink of an eye.

North City.

"The Hungry Ghost Festival is approaching, and the gate of ghosts is wide open. Have you all arranged for the disciples in the gate?"

The president of the Taoism Association focused on the position of the head of the Tang family.

Who in the association didn't know that there was a lunatic in the Tan family, who would kill any ghost, no matter good or evil.

In the past few years, the relationship between the ghost world and the human world has been precarious.

The head of the Tan family disdainful.

muttered in a low voice.

His family Yanxi is not a shadow left over from his childhood, now he blames his family Yanxi for killing a lot of ghosts, why didn't I see you go to save people when I was young.

What a big face!
Sneering eyes swept across the few people in the conference room.

The chairman turned away uncomfortably.

"Anyway, this Hungry Ghost Festival, each family arranges disciples to patrol well, and it must not affect the life of the world."

A few people should come down.

The Patriarch of the Tan family left boldly.

Anyway, the Tan family is the head of all the families.

Their family has such a big killer as Yanxi, who would bump into it without winking.

Compared to the relaxed look of the Patriarch of the Tan family, the expressions of the other Patriarchs were a bit ugly.

Every year during the Hungry Ghost Festival, the gates of ghosts are opened wide, and ghosts walk in the night, and the abilities of ghosts and monsters are greatly enhanced.

Now that Taoism is declining, they have no ability to resist.

Countless people died on Hungry Ghost Festival.

Some people want to intercede with the Patriarch of the Tan family, and they can protect them for a while during the Ghost Festival, but when they think of the great killer of the Tan family, their faces are even more ugly.

Being caught by that great killer is more terrifying than dying in the hands of ghosts.

That's it.

The Patriarch of the Tan family returned home all the way. The old man in his 60s was full of energy and ruddy, and summoned the housekeeper.

"Where's Yanxi?"

The butler looked upstairs with a grim expression.

The smile on the face of the head of the Tan family disappeared instantly.

"how long it has been?"

"It's been about two hours."

The butler shook his head and sighed.

Patriarch Tan waved his hand, "Prepare the soup and medicine, let Yanxi drink it when Yanxi comes down."

He raised his eyes to look upstairs, his eyes full of worry.

The butler said "Hey" and hurried to cook the soup.

The strong medicinal taste is bitter and lingering, the air seems to be sticky and astringent, and the thick and thick things in the world will never fall.

The quiet atmosphere was extremely depressing, the warm sunlight slowly faded its brilliance, and everything in the living room was stained with pitch-black darkness.

The sticky dark color is like a monster, devouring the light inch by inch, approaching inch by inch, wrapping around the body of a person like some kind of cold-blooded and cruel animal.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air, and the glaring red was sticky and weird.

Patriarch Tan sat on the sofa expressionlessly, staring at a certain room upstairs with his cloudy eyes.

With a keen sense of smell, he could easily smell the sticky smell of blood in the air, and he frowned slightly.

An indescribable stench was mixed with the smell of blood, and the roar of some kind of trapped animal could be faintly heard, depressing and low.

Patriarch Tan closed his eyes.

The old man is like a magic needle, keeping the last halo in the living room.

Until the darkness completely swallowed the whole world, this terrifying beast stretched out its fangs.

The upstairs room was slowly opened.

The thin young man pushed open the door, his slender hands were well-knitted, stained with a viscous liquid of a certain color, showing madness in the weirdness.

The handsome face is indistinguishable from male and female, a pair of amorous peach blossom eyes are full of dead silence, the corners of the mouth are slightly raised, there seems to be a wound on the side of the cheek, the viscous liquid will not fall, hanging on the cheek, the broken Misato is strange and dangerous.

He came out slowly, revealing his entire body.

His upper body was almost wet with blood, and his cheeks were even paler and sicker.

The hideous bloodstains on the slender and powerful wrists were covered under the cuffs, and the sticky liquid dripped down the scars.

The moment the bedroom door was opened, a more intense smell of blood swept over.

When the handsome young man's eyes fell on the old man in the living room, the aura of both good and evil was instantly gathered, his thin body and light steps were calm and powerful.

"Da da da……"

"grandfather."

Patriarch Tan breathed a sigh of relief, as if his whole body had been drained of strength, he leaned against the sofa exhausted.

He looked at the handsome young man with gentle and loving eyes.

"The butler has cooked a soup for you, drink the soup and have a good rest."

The young man raised the corners of his lips slightly, but there was no movement in his dead eyes.

After drinking the soup and medicine slowly and gracefully, he sat on the sofa, turned off the lights in the living room, and waited slowly for the darkness to completely swallow him up.

A pair of dark eyes flickered with a faint light, and there was a crazy smile on the corner of his mouth.

Hearing the sound quietly by his ears, he was sure that everyone in the villa had fallen into a deep sleep.

The handsome young man is like a god who has fallen into the darkness, slowly tidying up his things, and his figure is like an agile cheetah, walking lightly through the darkness.

The whole city is shrouded in feasting and feasting, but the dark world is the most suitable for covering up crimes.

The handsome young man grinned, and frantically tore off a ghost's living hand, and then gracefully rolled it into a ball.

Opening her pale lips, she stuffed them into her mouth without stopping.

A strong hostility rose up, and those peach blossom eyes seemed to be shining with a strange red light.

suddenly.

The handsome young man who was eating seemed to have noticed something, and slowly moved his eyes to a certain direction.

The corners of his mouth rose slowly.

The pale and sickly face was full of madness.

Speeding up the speed of devouring the evil spirits in his hands, his figure loomed in the darkness at lightning speed.

A handsome young man stops on a bridge over a river.

Elegantly holding up an oil-paper umbrella, thick fog approached silently, covering the river for ten miles.

The thick thick fog obscured the direction, but the young man seemed to be unaware of anything, staring fixedly at the center of the river.

Red eyes flicker.

The smile on the corner of his mouth rose more and more.

The oil-paper umbrella he held in his hand was strangely red, the ribs of the umbrella handle glowed with a lustrous and icy white light, and the surface of the umbrella was covered with red maple leaves dripping with blood, exuding an ominous atmosphere.

The umbrella ribs soaked with blood mist, and the red blood mist outlined a path.

The handsome young man ignored the river and stepped on it.

When the river met the young man, it was as if he had encountered some natural enemy, and he retreated far away, not daring to approach him.

The wet riverbed was sticky and smelled of earth.

In the sticky river soil, there are eight chains that are as thick as the thighs of adult men clanking.

Dozens of yellow talismans were attached to each of the eight chains, and the color of the cinnabar on the talisman paper was so dim that it was almost invisible.

And the center of the eight chains is a coffin, which is only about one meter long, with various talismans painted on it messily, and the cinnabar mixed with fresh blood, sticky and bloody.

The movement of the coffin became more violent, and the sound of the eight chains became more intense.

The handsome young man stood in the center as if he didn't feel anything. With a slight movement of his fingertips, a trace of the profound talisman was erased.

(End of this chapter)