The night is as cold as ink, and the coolness is coming...

The rain kept falling, and it seemed that there was no intention to stop.

The wind just entered the spring night was still a little cold.

The courtyard surrounded by red walls is lonely in the remote west of the city, and the white rubble is spread on the wall as if a layer of white snow has accumulated, as if it is not raining at that night.

Pick... Pick...

Su Mo danced alone in the rain in the yard...

The dance steps are a bit crazy, and a little quiet...

At this moment, Su Mo was Su Mo, nor Su Mo.

The souls sent away from the underground palace, under the control of that strange person, Su Mo used the body of a mortal to understand the underworld... Those who understand the underworld can communicate with ghosts!

And the strange voice owner, naturally, was as she said... she was not a human.

As for what it is, Su Mo doesn't know.

While sending away the dead souls, Su Mo also experienced the joys, sorrows, sorrows, and joys of the dead souls.

The distracting thoughts of the dead souls were constantly applied to Su Mo, and the appearance of the little girl's soul crushed Su Mo's reason.

When Su Mo was connected with the Ming Dynasty, that strange existence possessed himself with the power of Su Mo Tongming... possession was not a body-taking.

Taking over the body is to take away Su Mo's consciousness and then manipulate it with his own consciousness.

The possession is a brief coexistence with Su Mo and influence each other.

In this short moment of coexistence... you are me, I am you.

Su Mo was dancing, and he could feel everything, but was not controlled by his own rationality.

He is sad, angry, helpless, sad...

Su Mo dominated consciousness, and that strange existence dominated ability...a ability that does not belong to human beings.

"The three talents are heaven, earth and man.

The three lights are the sun, moon and stars.

The three pillars are the righteousness of the monarch and the subject.

Father and son, husband and wife are the same.

It is called spring and summer, autumn and winter.

These four seasons are endless.

It is called the north and south, and the west and east.

These four directions should be in the middle..."

Tongtong lay in Su Mo's arms, singing the few songs she could remember in Su Mo's dance steps.

She remembered what her mother taught her deeply.

Su Mo asked her to sing, and she sang...

Because Su Mo said, "Brother takes you home..."

What a good little man... It's a pity...

Su Mo hugged the dead souls, danced around three men in black robes, and stepped on the rain with the sound of "tap...tap..." throughout the courtyard.

Without caring about the nervous and complicated emotions in the golden bowl, the monk Zhixuan and Taoist Mude danced around the three men in black robe and the song "The Dead"...

As he became interested, Su Mo also lit up the foreheads of the other two men in black robes.

The eyes of the other two men in black robe also instantly lost their expressions...

The tender and innocent childish voice came into his ears.

It's both beautiful and weird...

"Dong!"

A sound of falling to the ground sounded, and the man in black robe who first attacked Su Mo became old with Su Mo's strange dance, exhausted his vitality and could not rise up...

Su Mo glanced at her head and smiled evilly: "Look, I just said that Tongtong's songs can move them."

Tongtong's soul also raised his head, stood up from Su Mo's arms, and asked naively: "What's wrong with him?"

"He was moved by Tongtong's singing. He was tired and wanted to take a break!" Su Mo smiled and touched Tongtong's little head.

"Then the Tongtong continues singing and then you can go home."

Tongtong said simply and seriously.

"Okay..." Su Mo responded and asked, "Is the dance my brother dance good?"

"It looks good!" Tongtong replied.

"Tongtong is lying..." Su Mo gently tapped Tongtong's head.

"Geeh..." Tongtong laughed happily.

One person and one ghost are nowhere to beside each other, joking... laughing...

In the eyes of the monks and Taoist priests on the side, Su Mo was just embracing her with nothing in her arms. She was dancing while talking to herself.

What makes people scared is that they watch the man in black robe in the fallen black aging rapidly from his prime and then die.

Death is unknown and extremely strange.

Su Mo's black cloud-covered boots stomped out one wave after another in the accumulated water, splashing water.

The black cloak dripped with rain, and shook it away as it danced.

At this moment, the dance steps in the rain seemed a bit sad.

The dim candlelight in the house is about to disappear...

"It is called Daihua, Song Hengheng.

These five mountains, the name of the mountain...

It is called scholars and farmers...It is called industry and commerce...

These four people...the good country's..."

I danced for a long time...

Fascinated steps, continuous singing...

It's like venting a complaint about the way of heaven in this world!

The voice of the Tongtong in her arms gradually weakened, and the singing began to be intermittent...

Finally stopped slowly...

Su Mo stopped and looked down at Tongtong in his arms with care and asked.

"What's wrong? Why did you stop?"

Tongtong leaned his head deeply into Su Mo's arms, and his voice gradually weakened: "Tongtong...is a little tired..."

Su Mo raised his head and looked at the dark night...

"If you are tired, just take a rest."

"But... Tongtong still wants to... continue singing... and then go home!" Tongtong hugged Su Mo's neck and pressed her body closer to Su Mo.

The cool breeze blew that night, and she felt a little cold at this moment.

"Okay, that's OK..." Su Mo said: "They will no longer stop us!"

"Is that true?" Tongtong asked innocently.

"Yes, look!" Su Mo pointed to the other two men in black robe.

As Su Mo pointed out...

The other two men in black robes fell to the ground and died in anger.

"Look, they are tired and resting." Su Mo said to Tongtong in a low and gentle manner.

"No one stops us."

Tongtong watched the two of them fall down, and a slight look in her tired eyes, "Then can we... go home?"

"Okay, that's OK!" Su Mo touched Tongtong's little head, "Brother can take Tongtong... home!"

"But..." Tongtong leaned his head back in Su Mo's arms and spoke weakly.

"Tongtong feels so weak...Tongtong feels like she... can't go home..."

"How could that happen? Brother promised Tongtong...to send Tongtong home." Su Mo raised his head, his eyes shining with crystal clearness.

"Brother is cheating...Tongtong..."

Tongtong spoke intermittently, as if he had remembered something...
To be continued...