Just now under the tall building, amidst the noisy voices, Ning Jiujiu keenly heard the sound of the mechanism inside the piano's belly tripping, and the sound of the blade popping out. He also caught the sudden smell of blood, but his thoughts had not yet had time to become complete. Thoughts, everything happened before my eyes like lightning.
Ning Xiaoling saw such a change and called out her senior brother's name in a low voice. In the chaos, she suddenly recalled her weakness a few days ago. Her cheeks turned red with shame, forcing her calmness and reason to return to her own. in mind.
This singer girl was born with beauty. She had survived for more than ten years, and it happened to be a time of peace, and the days of gold and silver were just around the corner. However, on the eve of the New Year, she fell down and committed suicide without warning.
The fat woman in bright clothes was crying and cursing on the high building, wiping her face with the silk in her hand, and she was so angry that she knocked over the harps, pipa and ancient jade cases in the attic.
Downstairs, the crowd had spread out in a circle around the woman's body. Everything happened too fast and too hastily, and the discussions among everyone were only fragmentary. Even the rumors had not yet taken shape, they were just made up in their minds. The madam bullied and oppressed her, but she endured all kinds of hardships and finally couldn't bear the humiliation, so she chose to end her life by falling from the singing tower today in full view of everyone.
In response to everything that happened suddenly, the old man on the bank of the sand and water remained silent, walking slowly along the embankment.
I don't know if he didn't notice the chaos because he was too old, or because everything was as expected.
Ning Xiaoling was still thinking about the reason for all this, but Ning Jiujiu had already turned around.
At the other end of the long bridge, there were two people standing for no apparent reason. One of them had a piece of black cloth covering his eyes and was holding an erhu in his hand. The other was still wearing plain clothes and his bare feet were as thin as a bamboo pole. girl.
They looked over here. The two of them were saying something, but they were eerily quiet, as if they were just a shadow hanging next to a willow branch.
"Sister Mian'er is also dead," the girl said.
"She died more than ten years ago." The man obviously couldn't see anything, but he seemed to be able to see everything: "But now that she died, she got something great in exchange."
"Can we... really live forever?" the girl asked.
"I don't know." The man replied, "But this is the will of Lord Hades."
"Mingjun..."
"The lonely ghosts have wandered around for too long and should return to their country."
"Does Lord Hades really exist?"
"We'll see him soon."
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"Who is Lord Hades?"
Their conversation was interrupted.
A young man in white clothes appeared next to them at some point. His eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the barrier between yin and yang and see their faces clearly.
The girl was slightly startled, then raised her head, looked at him timidly, and said, "You can really see us?"
Ning Xiaoling followed him and stood still. The girl's words made her mind explode. She suddenly raised her head and stared at the little girl in front of her who had given coins to her yesterday, and suddenly noticed her neck. A striking scar was added to it. Even in the spirit form, the scar was still new. There seemed to be countless fine, black and white soul worms squirming among the flesh and blood.
Ning Xiaoling stared at the scar and asked, "Are you already dead?"
The girl shook her head and said: "No, we are not qualified to control our own lives. Only if the Lord wants us to die, can we dare to die."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Who is your lord?"
When he asked, he didn't look at the girl, but at the man covered in black cloth.
The man noticed his gaze, but remained silent.
The girl smiled and said: "Are you a Taoist? I advise you to leave quickly. You immortals may have some tricks. Why stay in this city when the world is free? But if you also want to seek immortality, why not join us? And stay and wait for the arrival of Lord Hades with peace of mind."
Ning Jiujiu sighed: "You have been deceived."
The girl didn't believe it at all and said: "Look, we are still alive despite being dead. This is the power of Lord Ming. If everyone is like us, Linhe City can become a city of eternal life."
Ning Changjiu said: "There is no eternal life in the world."
It was the man who spoke this time. His clothes and accessories were all black. Standing in the night, you could only vaguely see his rough skin.
He "looked at" Ning Jiujiu with an extremely serious expression: "In the kingdom of Hades, death is eternal life."
The girl looked at the little girl who was wearing a Taoist robe and had a vague expression of fear and fear. She got down and said, "Thank you very much for the money. If I could have met someone like you earlier, I wouldn't... this."
Ning Xiaoling stared at her, but the spiritual power in her body had exploded from every pore. She was like a vigilant kitten with sharp claws tucked in her sleeves, but her senior brother had not spoken yet, and neither had she. Move rashly.
The girl looked at her and smiled, then suddenly pointed behind her and said, "Look, who is behind you?"
Ning Xiaoling frowned, but those words seemed to have magic power, prompting her to really turn her head. Then, Ning Xiaoling's body tensed up, like an arrow about to break its string.
She saw a woman with stacked hair on her temples, as graceful and melancholy as apricot blossoms.
That was the singer who had fallen to death before, but now appeared in front of them as a ghost.
"How can a soul... a ghost be complete?" Ning Xiaoling clenched her hands suddenly, resisting the urge to punch them away, and asked in a cold voice.
According to what Master said during the lecture, in this world, after death, the three souls and six souls can only be condensed for a while, and then they will disperse like the smoke on sandalwood, unless it is a person who has achieved success in cultivating the Taoism. In the end, she could manage to keep her soul alive and even float around the world as a heroic spirit. But she was convinced that the singer and the dancing girl in front of her were just ordinary people, so why could they condense into complete souls after death.
As soon as this question appeared, she knew the answer in her mind. This meant that there was another expert in this city, and he was an expert in the art of ghosts!
And the soul of the singer girl, even though she is dead, still carries a lingering resentment. She looked gloomy and did not answer Ning Xiaoling's question. Instead, she turned sideways and looked at the lights in the attic. There, she still There were many people talking around her body.
The girl admired Ning Xiaoling's suppressed look of fear, and said in a soft voice: "Which fairy mountain monk are you from? You must not have experienced any miserable days. The sister behind you used to be from Liang Guo The princess of the Wang family, when the country of Jin destroyed all the small countries around it, her mother... "
"Shut up!" The singing lady finally spoke, her beautiful face tainted with the unique ferocity of an innocent ghost.
Ning Jiujiu did not have the mood or time to talk about his past misery. He patted Ning Xiaoling and said something to her. Ning Xiaoling could also feel the nervousness of his senior brother at this moment and quickly Nod vigorously.
"Senior brother, don't worry!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Jiujiu's figure disappeared from the spot, while Ning Xiaoling ran in the other direction.
None of the three souls had any intention of stopping him.
The girl looked at where Ning Jiujiu was heading, with a gloomy look on her face: "Is there anything going wrong?"
The man still held the erhu steadily and said: "It is a foregone conclusion that Lord Ming will come to this world. They cannot stop him."
The girl seemed relieved. She sat on the railing of the long bridge, beat her palms against the railing, and began to hum the song of that day.
"The yellow birds on the trees have gone, the white snow has piled up the ruins of the monuments, the ferry boats have gone away, the reeds have turned into snow for a few years, the pearls are yellow and the jade is old, I sigh one after another, but... but what."
In the end, her words kept lingering on Nai He Nai He, from being round and round at first to being like a dry wind blowing on her face, her eyes that were still somewhat humane gradually turned dark.
By the sand and water, the old man also stopped.
The middle-aged man looked at him, wondering what shocking words he was going to say.
But the old man said nothing. Then the man realized that the old man seemed to have said everything he wanted to say today. What did this mean? Could it be that the old gentleman is nearing the end of his life? It's impossible, sir, it's obvious...
His thoughts were moving in this way. He looked at this old man whom he respected very much and wanted to step forward to persuade him, but he hesitated.
The old man didn't look at him again, and he didn't care about the noise and noise beside the long bridge, as if the whole world had nothing to do with him.
He closed his eyes and began to recall his life.
He was born and raised in Linhe City, in a poor family, with a hunchbacked mother and an honest father. A bag of rice and a needle and thread saved him money to help him get a good name. When he returned to his hometown and took office, he was in high spirits. His parents died one after another, and the son wanted to support his family. In the misery, war suddenly comes again, everything is destroyed and then starts over again, disaster sweeps to reconstruction, the struggle between countries and cities, the new life seen while working hard...
Then it all came crashing down again.
The old man closed his eyes. He had to make a decision. This decision would have shocked the city for several years, but it would not happen tonight, because tonight was already too chaotic, and after tonight, it would not happen again...
"No!" the middle-aged man suddenly shouted.
But before he could speak, the old man jumped into the sandy water.
The sound of splashing into the water was not heard for a long time, and the scene seemed to be frozen here. The middle-aged man opened his eyes wide and looked at the scene in front of him, shocked.
I saw a young man in white clothes who didn't know when he appeared appeared in front of him. While the old man was still in the air, Ning Changjiu grabbed the clothes on his back and pulled him back.
"Who is Lord Ming? Who instigated you?"
Ning Jiujiu grabbed the back of the old man's neck and turned him away, staring into his eyes, wanting to use the soul nailing technique to directly torture the secrets in his heart. Only then did his eyes catch the other man's eyes, before he had time to explore. When taking a formed sentence.
With a snap, the old man's crutch fell into the river, and his eyes instantly became blurred.
Ning Jiujiu was shocked to find that a dark dagger had been inserted into his back at some point.
Dao Xin's alertness made him immediately raise his head.
On the tall building on the other side, a pair of white eyes stared at him from a distance. The man was tightly wrapped in a black robe, only revealing his eyes that glowed in the night.
The man made a provocative gesture towards him from a distance, and then he fell down and fell between the buildings, disappearing into the dark night in a blink of an eye.
The old man has no life left.
Soon after, the old man who was known as the Iron-Blooded Yama in his youth will become the real Yama.
Before the old man died, Ning Changjiu only had time to usurp two words from his consciousness - lantern.
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(PS: There are two more chapters tonight!)