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Chapter 1 The Red Moon

Xu Luo suddenly sat up from the couch, and drops of cold sweat slid down his delicate face, soaking his linen clothes.

He subconsciously looked around, until he saw the familiar scenery in the room, the remaining pain and fear in his eyes slowly disappeared, and a trace of relaxation appeared on his face.

Got through it again?

He exhaled the tightness in his chest loudly, and his tense body suddenly relaxed.

But even so, the strong muscle outlines still highlighted the imprints on the thin linen clothes.

It was almost dusk at this time, but strangely, the light reflected into the room through the window lattice showed a faint red color.

Although he was used to this horrifying scene, Xu Luo's eyes still tightened subconsciously, looking a bit narrow and cold.

He lifted the quilt that his younger sister Xu Si was covering, touched the wooden crutch leaning against him, and stood up skillfully.

Just now, he looked like a slightly thin and sturdy young man.

But now, as soon as the skinny lower body and legs are exposed, even under the cover of clothes, the whole person looks strangely uncoordinated.

Benefit, Benefit...

Xu Luo used crutches to open the door as usual.

The waning moon in the sky is like a hook, and it is as red as blood, which is horrifying to the heart and lungs.

What's even weirder is that the blood moon actually has two wheels, like a majestic god in the sky, coveting this world.

Wisps of hazy blood-colored moonlight enveloped the entire world.

Seeing this scene, Xu Luo's eyes flashed with helplessness and unwillingness, and they disappeared in an instant.

This is the realm of extreme spirits, and it is no longer the peaceful and stable blue planet in the previous life.

Seventeen years have passed, and he has almost forgotten those memories that have settled deep in his mind, and has completely become an ordinary boy in Three Rivers Castle.

In a sense, he cannot be said to be ordinary.

At least since I became sensible, this body has never run as freely as an ordinary person.

For unknown reasons, Xu Luo has been suffering from a strange disease in his legs since he was born. He is weak and skinny. He suffers from bone-piercing pain from time to time every day, making life worse than death.

Especially when the crescent moon appears, he will even lose all awareness of his lower body, as if he had never had legs.

In the past few years, the moonlight has become increasingly ominous and red, and Xu Luo's condition has become increasingly aggravated.

It may even be like today, where the pain will directly drive you into unconsciousness.

But in everything there is a loss, there must be a gain.

Xu Luo's arms have been called divine since he was a child, and his five senses and six consciousnesses are particularly sharp and spiritual. Sometimes, he even feels inferior to Uncle Cui, who has only half a foot on the path of spiritual practice.

In the Jueling Realm, due to the strange resurgence of spiritual energy in the past hundred years, fires have broken out everywhere in Dayan, and weird things are rampant.

But under the way of heaven, if there is yin, there is yang, and if there is a spear, there is a shield.

As the leader of all things, human beings will naturally evolve ways to deal with it, and the profession of exorcist came into being.

Different from the myths and biographies that Xu Luo knew in his previous life, what these exorcists rely on are the companions of their own awakening!

At this time, the sky was getting dark. Xu Luo was wandering his thoughts while lighting the pine oil lamp on the mountain grape stand.

He had just chased away a few flying insects that came after hearing the light, and the crimson moonlight stretched his shadow on the ground, giving a faint distortion.

Xu Luo took a long, deep breath, a look of determination appeared on his pale face, and walked towards the well in the yard.

This yard occupies a large area, but it is kept extremely clean and tidy.

The ground is paved with fine terrazzo, and some commonly eaten fruits and vegetables are planted on the side against the wall.

A crude stone table stood beside the well, with a mountain grape shelf set above it.

It was almost May, and under the lush green leaves, there were bunches of mountain grapes the size of date pits. Some of them were so naughty that they couldn't help but hang down from the shelf.

In the corner of the vegetable field, there is a large porcelain pot with a foot-long bamboo planted in it.

The green bamboo has only one node, and its whole body is green and yellow, but there is no branch or leaf.

Judging from its dry appearance, it is almost like a withered dry firewood stuck in a basin.

Xu Luo walked to the well, put his crutches under his armpits, and filled the bucket with bitterly cold well water. The bucket was full of clean water, but one of his hands was as light as a lantern grass.

After randomly wiping the water on his face a few times, Xu Luo took out the green salt tooth powder from the side and rinsed his mouth.

The mouthwash was sprayed on the green bamboo, and little drops of water flowed down the bamboo body, just like a string of teardrops.

What he didn't notice was.

Bathed under the bright red moonlight that filled the entire yard, the green color of the green bamboo seemed to be a bit richer and verdant.

As time passed, the cyan color became lighter and lighter, and finally returned to its original state.

Xu Luo leaned on the wooden cane and was about to go back to the house. At this moment, there was a very familiar muffled sound outside the door, and a smile appeared on his delicate face subconsciously.

"Uncle Cui should be back!"

The door creaked open, and a short old man with gray hair drove a four-wheeled cart in.

As soon as he saw Xu Luo coming first, a kind smile subconsciously appeared on the old man's orange-skinned face, which was as pointed as a monkey's.

"Uncle Cui!"

Xu Luo folded his crutches in one hand, and pressed his free palm on the green old cow.

The tall green bull that was rushing forward couldn't help but stop in place.

Xu Luo took advantage of the situation and put back his strength, patting the cow's neck soothingly with his palms.

Although strictly speaking, this green cow is not a complete living creature, his behavior is purely to play the piano to the cow.

But after so many years, everyone in this family has already regarded it as a member of the family.

The old man just looked at Xu Luo Shiwei with a smile and said nothing.

Xu Luo comforted Qing Niu out of habit, then turned around and shouted again.

"Uncle Cui, why are you late today? What happened?"

The old man's ears moved, and he answered in a deep voice as if he had just heard him speak.

"No, no, I just met an old friend during the inspection and was delayed for some time! That girl Sisi hasn't come back yet?"

Uncle Cui has an unattractive appearance and a thin body, but when he speaks, his voice is as loud as a bell.

Even though Xu Luo was already used to it, he couldn't help being startled by his voice and quickly raised his hand to signal.

The old man was stunned for a moment, then looked embarrassed, and nodded knowingly.

"This girl is afraid that Mrs. Gu will leave her at the Xiuyi Club again. You should rest first and I will pick her up later!"

Xu Luo walked to the cart and helped him down. Then he sat on the shaft of the cart and drove the cart to the east wing.

In a sense, Uncle Cui can indeed be regarded as an exorcist. After all, he is also the one who awakens companion creatures.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to raise two children by himself in this weird world!

But when it comes to real combat power, Uncle Cui would be in trouble if the Sanhebao patrol team randomly brought in some good players, not to mention those ferocious monsters!

The Green Bull Cart is the companion creature of Uncle Cui, the exorcist, which is also the main reason for his low combat power!

Logically speaking, a companion creature can only be driven by its host, but here in Xu Luo, after so many years of communication day and night, and Uncle Cui's intention to fulfill it, it can be regarded as barely driven.

But even so, he still couldn't get into the carriage.


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