Treacherous

Yin Jiumiao is the high priest of the Qingqiu Fox Clan. Once he fell into the dungeon world, he became the lowest level of "awake person". He used his spiritual consciousness to block the thought that urged people to continuously enter the dungeon, and hid in the slums, pretending to be a newcomer, just hoping to live quietly in this hell on earth. On the night of the ghost feast, the demon, the head of the twelve ghosts, knocked on his door. Pretending to be a child to test, and then a young man to seduce, Xin Mei's posture was calm, and his eyes fell on his face playfully: "My name is Xin Mei, what's yours?" "Red Mandrill." The devil and the mandrill, the monsters in the mountains, are a pair made in heaven. Ji Mei wanted to see his panicked look, while Yin Jiumiao just wanted to get rid of this being who shouldn't be provoked as soon as possible. The two of them pretended to be arrogant and had their own thoughts, and they downloaded the dungeon "Forgotten River Crossing" together. The genuineness of the cigarette stick cannot be determined, the water ghost stalks people and steals their souls, and the demon deliberately breaks the bronze mirror to force him to take action. Yin Jiumiao has to show the Qingqiu technique. But when the dungeon ended, the demon was revealed. The dark gray robe that he had covered all the way, every thread was soaked with the aura of the demon, burned into his texture like maggots on the tarsus. "Next time you come, remember to look for the 'Blood Stage'." The demon watched him retreat into the white light, his tone was like inviting an old friend who would definitely come to the appointment. Yin Jiumiao returned to the slum, looked down at the dark lines that quietly disappeared on his forearm, and curled his lips: "Okay, wait for me." He won't go again. Only a fool would risk his life for a little curiosity. However, when I got out of bed the next day, all the food that had been stored under the bed for half a year disappeared. Yin Jiumiao stared at the empty bed in silence for a moment, and had to step out of the room again. He deliberately bypassed the dungeon hall where ghosts were infested, and instead walked towards the depths of an abandoned alley to the west - it is said that there was a half-open wooden door there, and when opened, it was the entrance of the "Old Embroidery Mansion". There was no one in the alley, and the walls on both sides were mottled and damp. Yin Jiumiao stepped on a stone slab, and suddenly there was nothing under his feet. The entire ground suddenly collapsed, and he fell into darkness before he could form a seal. The wind filled the ears, and the dampness and coldness in the air quickly receded, replaced by an old, dry smell - like the smell of cloth and sandalwood that had been left for many years. The feet fell to the ground. Soft, slightly elastic cloth covers the entire ground as far as the eye can see, and large lotus leaves and ripples are embroidered with dark silk thread on the off-white silk satin. He stood in the middle of one of the lotus leaves, with the soles of his feet right in the middle of the lotus leaf. It is surrounded by walls, and the walls are covered with wooden tents and various unfinished embroideries - a half-open window, a half-branch of peach blossoms, and an ancient figure with his face turned sideways. No doors, no windows. The only light was stagnant above the head, like sunlight frozen by something. There is an old wooden stand in the corner. On the stand are a copper thimble, a bunch of bright red embroidery thread, and a dusty bamboo bone embroidery stretcher. The stretcher is covered with thin white silk, and the outline traced by extremely fine ink lines can be vaguely seen. Yin Jiumiao knelt down and pressed the embroidered cloth under his feet with his fingertips. It felt soft and tough, and the texture underneath was like an extremely tightly pressed cotton layer, which could not be explored any further. He straightened up, looked around, and was about to speak when the silk embroidered with half-window peach blossoms on his left suddenly moved slightly, as if being blown by the wind. There is no wind in the house. Yin Jiumiao's eyes fell on the slightly trembling silk in the corner, and a clear thought came to his mind. I'm afraid he has entered a place he shouldn't have entered again. Beautiful, cool, sober and suffering × Dark and powerful ghost king attack Intention: Priest and mountain ghost, we are a match made in heaven, a perfect match. Concept: Priest and mountain ghost, we are a perfect match