On the small hill on Xizhu Mountain, two figures were talking.
"It is rumored that there is a ghost master in Qingya Mountain who temporarily lives in the Ghost Valley. The ghost master has a well-known name, "Qingdeng Lunying." "
"How come I've never heard of this..."
"So it is said that the ghost master is hard to trace. The only way to tell whether he appears is to look at the traces on the ground with cinnabar to see if there are moon-white flowing fireflies. "
"The ghost master is also very interesting..." The young martial arts practitioner who could barely see his face in the dim sky sighed. "
"That's because these interesting footprints are his blood. It's the blood of him and the evil ghosts in hell in the world." But the madman-like old man seemed to be looking back to the past, and he seemed to be deliberately taking advantage of his twilight years to show off his luck in escaping after meeting the ghost master. The young man did not see it, but the sole of the old man's foot was a piece of moonlight-white firefly. The old man smiled, as expected.
He suddenly opened his eyes and fell forward. The young man looked at the person coming out from behind in horror. The dim glass lamp, like a Prajna flower, shone a dim light on his face, and he was holding a bloody glass fragment in his hand.
The man was tall and tall, but the next second it killed him.
Tips: # dismantle cp, cp#
#, After the second design, the protagonist is not a good person#
#Try to fit the character as much as possible#
#Finally, this is a personal work that cannot withstand scrutiny and should be as logical as possible#
Intention: This is how a visitor should see him
