A cold wind was howling all around me.
They fell straight into the deepest part of the fog. The gate of the ghost world sensed the arrival of the invaders, fell into rage, and tried its best to stop them.
Another round of attack came, with thick fog and almost boiling sea water blowing towards us.
However, a hundred years have passed, and Jing Xian has already studied it again and again, listened to its rhythm, and also explored its flaws.
He held out one hand to welcome the wine, and with the other hand he stretched out—
The sharp wind immediately blew up, leaving bloody marks on his bony hands, deep enough to see the bones. He remained calm, not even raising his eyebrows. Strange black marks crawled up his hands, and he gently pinched them, and tons of seawater split in the middle, as if cut off by an invisible giant blade.
The cold wind supported them, and no matter how furious the ghost gate was, no matter how high the waves were, they still shuttled through the gaps, dancing like swallows.
Just keep falling like this.
Jing Xian's body was constantly covered with wounds, which kept healing. From the beginning to the end, he never let Lu Yingjiu get hurt in the slightest.
The wind blew Lu Yingjiu's hair into disarray. He half-closed his eyes and remained alert in this situation.
The talisman paper was held in his hand.
The blood stained the white and dark yellow papers, saving the step of cutting the palm.
Just as another gust of wind came, about to tear Jing Xian's flesh apart...
The back of Jing Xian's outstretched hand felt cold.
The soft light enveloped his hands, making them cool and removing the force of the wind.
This time, his injuries were far less serious, just some minor scratches.
At the same time, more talisman papers with light flew down like a rain of fire, brightly illuminating the way ahead.
After the fall, they cooperated well.
The scene in front of my eyes flickered, and the surrounding scenery sometimes looked like the deep sea and sometimes like clouds.
After an unknown amount of time, Lu Yingjiu suddenly felt something on his body.
A powerful force grabbed them, the sea water, the ghost hand and the mist disappeared, and only darkness remained around them.
The darkness was pure.
It was like the bottom of an abyss, and also like... Jing Xian’s deep eyes.
A sense of loss came over them, and they fell straight down, and hit the ground hard after more than ten seconds.
To be precise, Jing Xian was smashed to the ground.
Lu Yingjiu fell on him, but the impact was well cushioned and he was not hurt at all. If Jing Xian was a human, he would have caused Jing Xian extremely serious secondary injuries.
Lu Yingjiu quickly looked up.
Jing Xian was covered in blood, and his eyes were closed!
At this moment Lu Yingjiu was extremely flustered and subconsciously reached out to check Jing Xian's breathing.
No breathing!
No heartbeat either!
His hands and feet were cold and numb.
As the saying goes, worrying too much will lead to confusion. He simply didn't remember that ghosts can't breathe or have a heartbeat.
"Jing Xian?" he shouted, "Jing Xian, don't scare me?"
"..." Jing Xian's lips pursed slightly.
Lu Yingjiu's face lit up with joy, and he hurried forward to listen.
I heard Jing Xian say: "Artificial respiration, artificial respiration..."
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His mind was in a mess and he felt something was wrong. He asked, "What did you say?"
Jing Xian's voice was a little louder: "Artificial respiration, I need artificial respiration!" After saying that, he grabbed Lu Yingjiu's hand with amazing strength, "I'm about to cum, kiss me quickly!"
Lu Yingjiu: “…”
Lu Yingjiu: “…”
He finally came to his senses and slapped Jing Xian on the head: "Breathe, you big-headed ghost."
Jing Xian was slapped for no reason and opened his eyes immediately. He didn't look weak at all and was clearly full of energy.
He said, "How could you just stand by and not save me? I can't let you become a widow at such a young age."
"He's a widower." Lu Yingjiu said angrily, "Do you think you can scare me? You really are... um."
Jing Xian turned him over and pressed him to the ground, and kissed him deeply.
This kiss was not peaceful or beautiful.
Both of them were covered in blood, their clothes were torn, and when their lips and teeth intertwined, even the tip of their tongues seemed to taste a hint of rust, but no one cared about it, and they kissed each other inextricably.
At the end of the kiss, Lu Yingjiu reached out and stroked the corner of Jing Xian's lips.
No need to say anything, the two smiled at each other.
Jing Xian stood up first, stretched out his hand to pull Lu to get the wine.
"Ouch!" A familiar voice came.
The round furry ball had climbed onto Jing Xian's shoulder at some point, and then rolled into Lu Yingjiu's arms.
When Jing Xian came, the black beast turned back into a dumpling and stayed quietly in his arms.
The yin energy in the ghost world was thick, and his injuries healed quickly. In the blink of an eye, he became energetic again and kept howling in Lu Yingjiu's arms.
Lu Yingjiu was overjoyed and hugged him tightly.
After rubbing the fur ball enough and calming it down, Lu Yingjiu noticed that both he and Jing Xian's appearances had changed.
Jing Xian was dressed in black clothes, with golden patterns outlining the mountains and rivers. His long black hair was tied up by a golden crown, hanging down like silk, and a white jade was hung around his waist, making him look handsome.
This is what he really looks like.
Considering his status as the Ghost King, he was dressed very simply.
Lu Yingjiu was stunned for a few seconds, and when he recalled, this outfit was basically the same as Jingxian's clothes when he was a teenager, except that it had better texture and perfect workmanship.
After so many years, Jing Xian still loves him the same way as before.
And Lu Yingjiu was dressed in white, elegant and refined.
If there was a mirror in front of him, he would find that there was a faint silver light flashing in his eyes, ghost horns appeared on his head, and his skin became whiter. His appearance did not change much, but his temperament changed a little, inevitably carrying a bit of ghostly spirit.
This is consistent with the fact that he turned into a ghost when he was praying to the gods.
The ghost world seemed to have infinitely weakened the "human" part of him. If other ghosts saw him like this, they would definitely not be able to recognize him as a demon.
Lu Yingjiu asked, "Why did I become like this?"
He was expecting Jing Xian to explain the principle to him.
But Jingxian was very nervous and had a strong desire to be liked, so he immediately said, "You look really good like this too!! Super good looking!"
Lu Yingjiu: “…”
Look around.
The earth is earthy brown and the sky is a mixture of deep purple and white.
This is a wasteland, with a few withered old trees and a huge translucent river in the far distance. At first glance, it is not very different from the human world.
Looking up, they could no longer find the entrance they came from.
But the thick and stagnant yin energy told Lu Yingjiu that he was definitely in the underworld.
Jing Xian saw his confusion and explained, "This is the first level of the ghost world, which is not much different from the world of the living. The more you go down, the more you can see the difference." He hesitated for half a second, "Anyway, let's go to my palace first. How is your injury?"
"Yes." Lu Yingjiu said.
Affected by the Yin energy, the power of the talisman paper became much weaker.
But after all, it was the talisman paper he drew, so it could still work. They relieved the pain, and the wounds slowly healed under the power of the gods. If they rested for a few days, they would definitely be fine.
"Then let's go quickly." Jing Xian pointed at the river, "The first five levels of the ghost world are all connected by the Wangchuan River."
He reached out and held Lu Yingjiu, while Lu Yingjiu held Mao Tuanzi and walked across the endless wasteland.
The river is not far away.
But after more than ten minutes, they had already stopped by the river.
Lu Yingjiu took a look. The river water was strangely translucent, and at a glance one could see a depth of a hundred meters.
There were no fish and no aquatic plants, and the whole river was dull and gloomy with only a few ripples.
He said: "In the legend, the Forgotten River should be blood-yellow, filled with lonely ghosts who cannot be reincarnated. I didn't expect it to be so clean."
"It used to be quite dirty, with insects and snakes in it," Jing Xian said. "Later, I sent people to clean up the environment. It took several hundred years for it to become a little cleaner. Look, that's the ghost world environmental protection team that's responsible for keeping the river clean."
Lu Yingjiu looked in the direction he pointed.
I saw two speedboats coming on the river.
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He looked at it several times before he was sure that he was not mistaken. There was indeed an engine at the back of the boat.
There were two or three little ghosts sitting on each speedboat, wearing bamboo hats and cloaks. One of them stood up and shouted at them: "Who are you! How did you show up... Ah!"
He recognized Jing Xian and was so frightened that his whole body shuddered. The ghosts all knelt down in unison, and the boat stopped moving, not daring to look up.
Jing Xian asked: "Where did Meng Po go?"
The leading kid pointed in a direction tremblingly and said, "I, I'll go get her over here!"
"Go ahead." Jing Xian said.
A group of ghosts and monsters were shocked and quickly drove away in a speedboat.
There were only two of them left on the river again.
Lu Yingjiu: "…Why are there speedboats and engines in the ghost world?"
"Because rowing is too slow." Jing Xian said as a matter of course.
"No, it's not a question of whether to row or not." Lu Yingjiu held his forehead with his hand, "What is the level of technology in the ghost world? I'm a little confused..."
Jing Xian thought for a moment and said, "The situation is more complicated. Of course, traditional things are still there, and they are irreplaceable. For example, if we want to go to the lower level of the ghost world, we still have to take a traditional ferry. The speedboat will be corroded by the Yin Qi on the way."
“Thump, thump, thump—”
The sound of the engine came again.
Lu Yingjiu looked up and saw a golden... cruise ship approaching.
Lu Yingjiu: “…”
On the deck of the cruise ship stood a beautiful lady with a proud figure and long flowing hair. She was wearing a red dress from ancient times, but she also wore a pair of sunglasses, mixing styles spanning thousands of years.
When she saw Jing Xian, she put her sunglasses on her forehead and almost burst into tears: "My king, you are finally back! I had a nightmare yesterday. I dreamed that you were cheated of your money and sex by that so-called daughter-in-law!"
Lu Yingjiu: “…”
He was caught in the crossfire. But in a sense, he was indeed a fraud.
And for some reason, even though it was their first meeting, he always felt that Meng Po was a little familiar.
Jing Xian said unhappily: "How can you say that? How can you call it 'lying'? After you get married, you are a family."
Meng Po was about to say something when her eyes suddenly fell on Lu Yingjiu.
Women have intuition, and female ghosts are no exception.
She realized almost instantly that this was the person Jing Xian had been thinking about for hundreds of years! She narrowed her eyes, and her sharp eyes swept over Lu Yingjiu's body, and she said, "Fuck! Big demon!"
Lu Yingjiu: “…”
As soon as he said this, he finally understood why Meng Po looked familiar.
This is simply, this is simply the hell version of Chen Xiaoling! From temperament to dress to speech, everything is exactly the same!
However, this time the big goblin is not idle.
The big demon turned out to be himself.
Meng Po was extremely efficient. Following Jing Xian's orders, she quickly got a ferry boat.
The ferry was a small boat, dark in color, so narrow that two people could not sit side by side. The boatman wore a pure black mask, with no facial features and no discernible emotions. He waited for them with an oar in his hand without saying a word.
Jing Xian was the first to get on the boat and held out his hand to pull Lu Yingjiu up.
The two sat opposite each other in the narrow boat.
The boatman rowed the boat silently, and the boat floated up and down, slowly moving forward along the current.
Meng Po called out from behind them: "I'm done with my work, I'm coming to see you!"
Jing Xian waved his hand to show that he heard it.
Just drifting downstream, there wasn't much scenery on the shore, it was just deserted.
The journey was long. Lu Yingjiu held Jingxian's hand and told him in detail how she remembered the past.
He talked about their first encounter in the mountains.
He talked about the elegance of crossing mountains and rivers side by side.
He talked about the determination in his heart when he finally devoted himself to the ghost world.
Jing Xian listened carefully and finally said: "One of my greatest hopes is that you can remember these things, and today it has finally come true."
He shook Lu Yingjiu's hand and whispered, "It's a pity that you didn't think of this earlier. Otherwise, why would you abandon me again?"
He said this calmly, without any accusations or complaints, as if he didn't care.
But Lu Yingjiu knew that he was very sad.
In the car at that time, Tianbian's eyes were fixed on him. Jingxian pulled him into his arms to protect him, but he resolutely pushed Jingxian away.
What was Jingxian thinking at that moment
Did he remember that he was like this in the heavy snow, watching Lu Yingjiu leave? It took so many years for them to meet again like a miracle.
Lu Yingjiu could feel the surging despair just by imagining it.
He said: "I'm sorry... At that time, I didn't want to involve you. This is my fate after all."
Jing Xian showed a complicated smile: "You always think so. But I came to this day just to protect you."
Otherwise, with his personality, he wouldn't bother to be the King of Ghosts.
It should be riding a horse through the mountains and forests, taking your loved one to see the moon on the lake and the flowers in the fog.
He added: "For you, this is something you should face alone. No matter what happens, you can accept it calmly. But I don't want to. All I want is to be by your side. I want you to live well."
—Shoulder with you.
It was a bit strange for him to say this. Looking at the ghost world and the living world, is there anyone he couldn't match or catch up with
Only when facing the road welcoming wine...
Perhaps deep down in his heart, he is still the young man standing in the flying snow, left there by Lu Yingjiu, feeling desperate and resentful like a trapped beast.
He fulfilled his past oath, and protected Lu Yingjiu at the gate of the ghost world with his decisiveness, ruthlessness, and overwhelming power. But what would happen next? If Lu Yingjiu insisted on fighting alone, he would be left behind again.
Lu Yingjiu was silent for a while.
The only sound around was the sound of waves. The silent boatman looked straight ahead and hadn't spoken for thousands of years.
Just as Jing Xian forced a smile and tried to change the subject, Lu Yingjiu stood up and gently kissed him on the forehead.
Lu Yingjiu said: "Remember, we once lit a bonfire on the lonely peak in the extreme south?"
“…I remember.” Jing Xian was stunned for a moment.
Lu Yingjiu said with a smile: "I was reading the files at that time, and you were so bored that you almost sprouted. You actually fell asleep earlier than me for the first time. I was thinking while reading, should I kiss you like this?"
The young man in black was sleeping beside him.
The warm firelight licked the night sky, and the long grass bent in the wind. The mountain was extremely high, so high that you could pick the stars, and a bright moon shone brightly. Lu Yingjiu listened to the rustling of the forest, as if there were only the two of them in the world.
He looked at the boy's face.
My heart was soft and I wanted to give her a kiss, but I didn't do it in the end.
Come to think of it, maybe at that time, he had already felt remorseful.
At this moment, while boating on the Wangchuan River, Lu Yingjiu said, "You said that I can face everything calmly, but that's wrong. When I jumped from under the bridge into the ghost world, I didn't feel calm. I just felt regretful. I think I should have looked at you more."
"Anyway, I can't bear to leave you anyway."
"I used to be able to leave in style, but now it's impossible. Jingxian, I also want to be with you forever."
Jing Xian widened his eyes slightly.
"So I won't abandon you in the future." Lu Yingjiu smiled with his eyes bent, "Who cares if it's fair or not? I'm going to fight two against one against Tiandao."
Maotuanzi: “Ahhh!”
Lu Yingjiu changed his words: “Three against one.”
The next second, Jing Xian reached out and hugged him tightly.
He said, "Do you keep your word?"
"Yes." Lu Yingjiu said, "It's hard to catch up with him."
The gloomy look on Jing Xian's brows finally disappeared and he became cheerful.
His usual love-brained self came back again. He put his arms around Lu Yingjiu's waist, touched him in a very dishonest way, and then kissed him on the face several times.
Lu Yingjiu had no choice but to push him away a little bit, then smiled helplessly: "Don't make trouble, what if the boat capsizes?"
"It's overturned." Jing Xian said, "The water here is very clean, it's perfect for underwater kissing."
—After he said this, he seemed to think that this idea was very good. His spirits brightened and he seemed eager to try it.
Lu Yingjiu: "... Please don't."
The dark boat moved forward, the river became increasingly turbulent, and the water splashed against the shore.
At the very end of the river there is a huge waterfall.
Falling down the waterfall is the next level of the ghost world.
"What is this?" Lu Yingjiu said, "The ghost world's version of whitewater rafting?"
"You can say that." Jing Xian caught the fur ball in his arms to avoid losing it when falling, and was reluctant to report to Lu Yingjiu.
He also added: "If you are scared, you can hug me."
"Why would I be afraid?" Lu Yingjiu leaned forward and raised the corner of his mouth, "I'm quite looking forward to it."
—Don’t expect the grandeur of the waterfall, nor the thrill of falling.
Instead, I am looking forward to what the ghost world looks like.
He wanted to see what the place where Jingxian was born was like. Just as Jingxian tried his best to learn common sense in the world of the living, he also wanted to know everything about Jingxian.
When the boat reached the edge of the river, the bow sank and began to fall.
The water splashed all over my body, clean and refreshing. Everything around me was stretched into long lines, scrambling to escape.
There is the scent of grass and trees in the wind.
The scenery of the ghost world on the next level is extremely beautiful and full of vitality. The lush green woods and thick grasses are welcoming, the fragrance fills the sleeves, and a pool of emerald green surrounded by light smoke forms a green ocean.