Wear a Thriller To Protect the Boss

It was the night, the moon was bright and the stars were scarce, Huo Yinting and Yin Yun abandoned the carriage, over the mountain, and went all the way, finally standing on the dusty winding road, and saw the brightly lit night market at the end.

Unexpectedly, after experiencing the previous treacherous villages and towns, this place was unexpectedly lively, and even the night market was displayed.

However, the more this is the case, the more doubtful it is.

"The yin is very heavy, I don't believe this is an ordinary night market." Yin Yun snorted coldly, "Let's be careful, lest we get anything wrong."

Huo Yinting said, "Wear your silver pendant, don't take it off easily."

"Of course."

"Look at the lanterns hanging on those stalls, they are not normal."

Indeed, at this moment they are already standing on the edge of the night market, and one step forward is the narrow and noisy street. From this angle, the lanterns hanging on every paving are all made of white paper. It's done, the surname is smudged with thick ink on it, and there are bright red candles inside, which looks very strange.

More importantly, whether it is the vendors who are shouting or the townspeople who come and go to select goods, their faces are showing a lifeless gray-white color, their eyes are empty and expressionless, and there is no smile— To make an inappropriate metaphor, it's like a puppet being manipulated, and has lost the consciousness it should have.

Of course, in fact they are not being manipulated, they are just...

"Look at the red line under our feet." Yin Yun pointed to the ground and saw that near his toes, there was a dark red line that was very shallow and very fine and hard to be noticed. "Everyone here can't take a single step. Beyond the red line, it must turn back here."

In other words, everyone here is trapped in the town. People outside may be able to get in, but they cannot get out.

Huo Yinting added in a deep voice: "Correct a little. In fact, they can no longer be described as'people'. They are not people at all."

"Yes, they are all dead."

Looking closely at the seemingly dazzling array of stalls, they were all displayed ingot scented candles, paper people and paper horses, shroud tablets... Moreover, every town inhabitant's clothing leader could recognize the burnt and damaged marks.

This town has become a gathering place for the undead, and it can be condensed into such a realistic illusion, which shows that the obsession is not shallow.

I just don't know where the root is.

Huo Yinting looked around, her clear eyes gradually darkened, she pondered for a while, and then she unfastened the golden ribbon between her hair, letting Rumo's long hair curl like a cloud in the wind, she just wound it seriously around Yin Yun. Wrist.

"Go, let's go in, but remember, no matter who calls your name later, never look back."

She and him had no choice but to go to the farther city. This was the only way.

Therefore, this test must be passed.

Yin Yun stared at the ribbon on his wrist, thoughtfully: "What is this?"

"The blessing of the bird spirit is the same as the silver pendant at the critical moment. It can protect you." Huo Yinting said, "Besides, after entering, you have to walk in front of me."

"...Huh?" Someone who hasn't reacted yet, "Why?"

Huo Yinting's eyes were very calm, and the moonlight reflected in her eyes. She spoke calmly and answered naturally.

"As long as you walk in the front, I can be sure that you are safe, otherwise how can I protect you?"

"..."

"With me, you must not make any mistakes."

Yin Yun finally agreed to Huo Yinting's request. He walked in front of Huo Yinting, stepped across the red line first, and stepped into this ghostly deserted market.

At the moment when he was completely in the night market, he only felt a burst of bone-chilling chill across his body, and his limbs became numb.

This heavy Yin Qi is really extremely dangerous.

"Shiratori." He whispered, "Follow me, when I call your name, you have to agree."

Huo Yinting's voice was steady behind him, and he didn't rush and said, "Okay."

The vendors on both sides were still expressionless but yelling vigorously, but if you listen carefully, those yells are all intermittent and unable to identify the specific content; the past townspeople's footsteps are vain, and their eyes are not true. Frozen somewhere, but drifting away in the void, without a trace of anger.

The air was filled with a strong smell of burnt, mixed with the smell of rotten blood, Yin Yun frowned, he walked forward step by step, and spoke again.

"White bird."

"I am here."

Huo Yinting was close to him, and his voice was clear and warm, and he immediately felt relieved. Maybe even he himself didn't realize that it was such a practical and lucky thing that he could give his back to another person without any worries.

I don't know from which moment, his trust in this woman has become stronger and stronger, as if as long as she is there, any danger is insignificant.

The cold wind blew, and the paper lanterns by the side of the road slowly swayed, and they went straight through countless dead souls in the deserted town, and this night market seemed to be too long to see the end.

"White bird."

"I am here."

"White bird."

"I am here."

Yin Yun confirmed the fact that Huo Yinting was still behind him time and time again, until he reached the only dirt road leading to the town.

Compared with the night market just now, this road is really bleak and bleak. The walls of the houses on both sides are scorched and covered with moss. It seems that no one has lived in it for a long time. The most incredible thing is that there are three red candles burning in front of the rusty door of every house here, and the flames are shaking and emitting a faint light. Against the moonlight, it looks more and more cold and terrible.

The wind blew across his face, painful like a knife cut, Yin Yun's footsteps did not stop, but suddenly a premonition of anxiety surged from his heart, and he subconsciously squeezed his fingers to his side.

"White bird."

But this time, Huo Yinting did not respond to him again.

"...Shiratori?"

A man's sneer was faintly heard all around, followed by a soft sob from a woman, the babbling of the child and the suppressed cough of the old man. These voices were intertwined and reverberated continuously in his ears, like a dense net that made him breathless. Yin Yun stretched out his hand back, but his back was empty, and Huo Yinting's temperature was gone.

If Huo Yinting was still there, he would never say nothing. The only possibility was that Huo Yinting had disappeared the moment he set foot on this road.

In many cases, people make choices that are not considered carefully, or even just impulsively, and even less intentional to consider the consequences.

So Yin Yun turned his head. He gritted his teeth and turned around abruptly. At the same time, the red candles on both sides quickly melted until they all turned into candle oil and the light went out.

"Shiratori!"

The answer to him was hundreds of undead roars, their yin energy turned into a tangible sharp blade and attacked on the chest, which he could barely escape.

Yin Yun stepped back cautiously and found that the townspeople who had just wandered in the night market had surrounded him at some point. Every time they took a step forward, the flesh and blood on their bodies withered, until they completely turned into a skeleton wrapped in charred black skin, with deep-set eye sockets and sharp and **** teeth.

But when they were no more than a few minutes away from Yin Yun, they seemed afraid of not daring to jump over. Yin Yun looked down and saw that the golden hairband that Huo Yinting wore on his wrist was glowing with a faint gleam. Probably this group of undead is afraid of the power of sparrow spirits.

However, it is clear that Huo Yinting is a real bird spirit, how can there be problems? Where is she now?

Yin Yun looked around, but the familiar figure did not appear again. He only felt that his heart was full of blood, and he suddenly gave birth to an unstoppable ruthlessness.

No matter where she is, she can always find her by digging three feet by herself.

The red maple hand kushiro was turned into a red long sword under the guidance of his mind. He flew into the ground with a knife, but saw the two-finger-wide crack spreading rapidly in all directions with the center of his feet, until it formed a gossip pattern, dividing the entire deserted town. Open.

"In my name, with the power of God, Samadhi is summoned by true fire!"

The flames rise from every deep gully, with a burning aura like hell, red light soars into the sky, and the aura is amazing.

The group of dead souls who wanted to take Yin Yun's life were surrounded by this sudden fire without exception. They hurriedly wanted to escape, but Yin Yun used talisman paper to seal all their paths.

In this raging fire, Yin Yun was well protected by the enchantment set by Red Maple's hand, his back was straight and he stood with his hands upright, looking forward with no expression on his face.

He painted the ground as a prison, and he just wanted to burn it all out.

"Yin Ting--!"

This is the first time he has called her by name since they met.

I don’t know how long it took to get the bottom line. With the call of almost broken sound, the turbulent fire gradually weakened, the whole deserted town seemed to be silent, the night market that was transformed into it had disappeared, and the sight was clear again, and only eyes were full. Scorched land, ruins of houses, and messy corpses.

This is like a huge cemetery. Every outsider who stepped into the deserted town before should have become a funeral.

But what about Huo Yinting? Huo Yinting still did not appear.

The heart was beating violently, and the indescribable cold sensation penetrated the bones bit by bit. Yin Yun was thinking that at this moment, it seemed that he was the only one left.

It's just like the separation from the teacher and the death of the master. People who have not experienced the loneliness and despair will not understand it.

He was wrong. Outside of the deserted town, he should insist that Huo Yinting go ahead, at least he can always determine where Huo Yinting is, and he won't even have time to look back.

If Huo Yinting were here, would she have a way?

As if sensing his thoughts, the hairband that Huo Yinting handed him suddenly broke away from his wrist and flew forward with the wind, his heart stunned, and he immediately followed without hesitation.

About Mo walked along the scene of two incense sticks, and the hair band fluttered down on the stone steps of a temple. Yin Yun stopped and picked it up, raising his eyes to look.

The ashes plaque was written with three characters: Temple of impermanence.

Obviously, no one has been offering incense in this temple for a long time. Even the incense burners inside have been downed. The futons were casually thrown aside. The sacrificial fruit plate before the case was empty, and there were two or three unknown insects crawling on it. , It was really desolate.

"Yin Ting!" Yin Yun called out aloud, "Yin Ting, are you there?"

The temple was silent, and for a while, only the sound of wind whizzing by outside could be heard.

He felt that his patience was about to be exhausted, and he couldn't help casting his cold eyes on the two black and white impermanent mud statues above.

Perhaps if these two mud statues are broken, some miracle will happen.

Unexpectedly, just as he took a step forward, just before he was about to put it into practice, he suddenly heard the familiar Qingyue female voice coming from him, and stopped him in time.

"Hey, you are merciful. After all, you are your own brother. It is not appropriate to smash other people's clay figures."

"..."

Yin Yun's expression was stagnant, and he turned around abruptly.

But seeing the golden light passing by, Huo Yinting's figure appeared not far away out of thin air. Next to her was a tall and thin young man who wore a long gown with beautiful features, but his face was pale and his tongue was piercing. The official hat on his head had the words "make money at first sight", and he looked at Yin Yun with a grin.

"It's the little guy you taught me. He is so courageous that he even dared to dismantle the clay statues of me and Lao Ba — Lao Ba, where did you go?"

This is……

Before the words fell, I suddenly felt a cold wind in the temple, and in the dark floating room, a person appeared in front of the table where the sacrifice was placed. This person was in black clothes and boots, and he was wearing a book "The World Is Peace". His official hat, his face is cold and handsome, without a trace of smile, and he looks very familiar.

Seventh master Xie Bian, eighth master Fan is helpless.

Impermanence arrives.