"My friends, get excited!
If you have gifts, please give them to me.
The rich ones support the show with money,
Those who have no money support others.
Wave the free glow sticks!
at last,
Let’s go for another wave of 66666666!”
The old Taoist yelled at the top of his lungs, his voice was almost hoarse, but he continued to wave his arms vigorously. Sweat was already flowing from his forehead, and his body was almost half soaked.
When he first appeared, he had a very immortal air, and his every move exuded a very celestial aura.
But now, he was like an elderly rock fan. He had just sung more than a dozen songs in a row, all of which were the kind he sang at the top of his lungs, shouting until he was hoarse and it seemed as if he might cough up blood at any time.
"Master, we are all family, please stop singing!"
"Master, my mother asked me why I was kneeling to watch the live broadcast. I'm kneeling for you, please stop singing, Master!"
“Actually, it sounds pretty good.”
"Upstairs +1!"
"If you don't know how to appreciate it, get lost. The Taoist priest used bel canto singing, combining the rhythm of classical music with some folk styles... Sorry, I can't continue."
"The Taoist priest hasn't done a live broadcast for half a year. I guess he encountered some difficulties and wanted to vent."
"The Dawn of Victory sent out a plane: Taoist Priest, come on, keep singing, you're making me tired."
“The evil shotacon sent out a plane: Taoist priest, come on, I’ll rub your little tube, 嘤嘤嘤!”
"Damn, that guy shows up again, beat him to death!"
"Catch him and beat him!"
The Taoist priest breathed heavily, then looked at the comments and smiled, "What show do you want to watch next?"
"Ghost money flying, do that trick again!"
"Upstairs +1!"
"Sword dance, boxing!"
"Shout the mic!"
"Anything is fine as long as you don't sing...
…”
"Okay, then I'll sing another song for you!"
The old Taoist cleared his throat and seemed ready to continue singing.
“… …” Water friend No. 1.
“… …” Water friend No. 2.
“… …” Water friend No. 3.
The old Taoist priest directly adjusted the song.
This is a song called "Funeral Song" by Xiao Yiqing.
"Sleep, sleep,
Please don't hesitate anymore!
Sleep, sleep,
Forget all the sorrows... "
"Do you think he's crazy?"
Tang Shi, who was standing next to Zhou Ze, suddenly spoke.
Zhou Ze shook his head and said calmly: "It's the person you've been waiting for. He's back today, so you're happy."
"In fact, he just feels uncomfortable." Tang Shi said, his expression gradually becoming colder. "You know, the Taoist priest gave the monkey a name."
"Oh? What's your name?"
"Xiao Qiang."
Zhou Ze would not spoil the fun by saying that this sounded like the name of a small reptile.
"Xiao Qiang is my former roommate. They met in Chengdu."
"Where are the others?" Zhou Ze asked.
"Dead."
Zhou Ze pursed his lips.
"He died helping us escape."
Having said this, Tang Shi paused and continued:
“So it’s not just about being happy to welcome him back.
actually,
This is a revenge.
today,
It is not a day of celebration for the return of an old friend.
It is a day of revenge,
Blood debt,
Blood pays."
Tang Shi waved his finger, and the red ink on the bar immediately splashed out, circling around Tang Shi's wrist, as if he was wearing a blood-red bracelet, strange and eye-catching.
"I can't understand it." Zhou Ze shrugged. "Since you have already escaped, and some people have sacrificed themselves for this, why would he take the initiative to go back?"
"Before I answer this question, can I ask you a question?"
"Ask."
"Why couldn't the temple god last time, and the senior ghost messenger who caused trouble in Tongcheng a while ago, kill you?"
Zhou Ze didn't know how to answer.
He couldn't say that he didn't really know. It was like he was drunk, fell asleep, and woke up.
oh,
Those who want to kill me,
Dead.
Ha ha ha ha,
This idiot died just like that.
I don't remember anything.
Ha ha ha ha!
Tang Shi helped him answer:
"Because you're not the only one,
There will be progress.”
"You are so confident? Then I really have to look forward to it more."
Zhou Ze didn't want the little Loli to come back safely.
He would not be fooled by the little Lolita's appearance. In fact, he knew that if the little Lolita came back safely and even completed the task, then it would be her turn to settle accounts with him.
He might be forced to hand over the ID book in his hand and the key to the gate of hell that originally belonged to the little girl.
The truth of the driver's death has not yet been revealed, but it at least shows that the little girl is not a kind person.
What everyone wants is nothing more than profit. Living people are busy all day long pursuing profit. In fact, even after death, it is still the same.
Before Madam Bai completed her merits and prepared to go to hell, she specifically asked Zhou Ze to dispose of her own corpse, Bai Yingying. She was worried that her corpse would do something uncontrollable if left in the world of the living, which would affect herself in hell, so she asked Zhou Ze to burn Bai Yingying with bamboo during the next Cold Clothes Festival.
In many mythological stories, the gods in heaven also have their own selfish desires and little plans, so don't expect those ghost messengers to serve the country and the people.
Tang Shi flipped his wrist and red ink spilled onto the ground, creating a terrifying bleeding effect. Under Tang Shi's deliberate control, it became extremely eerie and terrifying, with a dripping blood effect.
"One more thing, why didn't you go back?" Zhou Ze asked.
Revenge, that is, a quarrel.
You call people, I call people, let's go to a place and do it.
The little Loli called a lot of ghost messengers and also brought the faceless woman, but here, it seemed that there was only that guy alone.
"I asked him if I needed to go back because my injury had almost healed, but he said no."
"Is he trying to comfort you and worry that you'll be in danger again? Or, does he have enough confidence?"
Tang Shi smiled.
Smile like a flower,
Zhou Ze had never seen such an effect of Tang poetry.
She bent down.
Holding my stomach,
It seemed like I was laughing so hard that my stomach hurt, and there was a glittering light slowly dripping out from the corners of my eyes.
Choked up:
"He said that the airfare is not money."
… … …
In the underworld shop,
There were two rows of ghost officials standing there. When they woke up completely, the area around the underworld inn was immediately covered with frost and formed ice crystals.
It seems like this is an ice room.
The overwhelming yin energy seemed so dense that it was about to turn into water drops and flow out, making people suffocate.
If a living person accidentally enters here, he will probably fall seriously ill when he returns.
Ghost messenger,
After all, it's a ghost.
Liang Chuan frowned.
He was a little unhappy.
Because his house was dirty, the frost would melt into water, which would be a pity for the fine mahogany furniture in the store.
The most uncomfortable thing is that
Those who soil their own homes,
They all came uninvited, not guests who were invited by themselves.
"We have been looking for you for a long time."
The bearded man who had been able to sit side by side with the little girl before now stood up and walked over.
The situation is settled.
This capture operation, which took a long time and mobilized ghost officers from all over the country, is finally coming to an end.
A stowaway who ran back to the human world from hell without obtaining an identity is a heretic who needs to be killed. What's more, this guy actually killed people in the world of the living. He doesn't have the identity of a judge, but he performs the duties of a judge.
Arrogant to the extreme,
Courting death!
The faceless woman stood beside Liang Chuan and looked at him. She remembered that there were many times when she almost caught him and prevented him from leaving hell, but he escaped every time.
This time,
I will no longer be the unwilling and angry party.
Liang Chuan looked around at everyone with an expressionless face. Behind him, the white cat was wagging its tail boredly, and even licking its paws from time to time to groom its hair.
"I can give you a choice."
The little Loli took a step forward and stood in front of Liang Chuan.
"Just let your soul leave your body and let us take you directly back to Hell. You escaped from there secretly in the first place. Now, going back is the right path for you."
The bearded man pondered and said, "If you force us to do it, you must know that you will never escape this time. Your soul will at most be punished and become an animal again, which is better than disappearing into thin air."
"oh."
Liang Chuan responded.
He knows.
This group of ghost officials wanted to save energy and win without fighting. It is already difficult for them to move around in the human world, unless they are willing to choose a physical body to live in, but this also means great risks and uncertainties, so they are very low-key in the human world and dare not take too much action.
Then, Liang Chuan looked at the faceless woman beside him and said:
"You caught her?"
The faceless woman raised her head, her hair spread out, and the facial features of a woman began to appear on her flat face. She was in pain, she was struggling, she was roaring, and she was roaring at the same time.
She is dead,
The soul was taken away by the faceless woman.
Liang Chuan licked his lips.
Slowly lower your head,
"The second one."
They took their friends' lives to force themselves to show up.
them,
It worked.
"Killing a living person will damage our virtue, and we don't want to do that. It's your own fault for not knowing the current situation."
The little girl continued:
"If you had not resisted, the two of them would not have died. Besides, we know that you have a few good relationships with people."
"Is this... another threat?"
Liang Chuan asked with his head down.
"I am just stating a fact. We are ghost messengers, the guardians of order in the Yin and Yang worlds. You cannot resist us."
"hehe… … "
Liang Chuan slowly raised his head.
His eyes,
All red!
The little girl's heart suddenly trembled, and she was on guard against the young man in front of her.
However,
Her body suddenly trembled.
A bony hand actually pierced through her soul at this moment. She was almost frozen in place. Then, she turned her head in disbelief and looked behind her.
Bearded man,
Eyes red,
Struggling on his face,
He was obviously under control!
but,
How is that possible!
A face to face,
Directly control the most senior ghost messenger present!
Why is this happening
Why is this happening
Liang Chuan raised his head.
Open your mouth.
Slightly tilting the neck,
Ten fingers began to move in the air in front of him, as if playing a piano:
"Hush,
This song,
Did you hear that
This is,
I played the funeral song for you.