Back to what happened after my death.
I was really a notorious witch during my lifetime, robbing children of sugar gourds and beating up homeless people on the roadside.
I thought that after my death, my body would be dug up and my body would not be protected. Unexpectedly, I floated on the grave for a few years, and the green grass has grown to half a person's height, but no enemy came to my door.
I suddenly felt a little lonely, and felt that when I was alive, I did all the bad things in vain.
All thanks to this wordless monument!
I hate the person who erected a monument to me. He didn't write me his name, nor his name. Not only did my admirers find me, but even my enemies couldn't find me. And in the year when I became more and more serious about the person who erected the monument, during the Qingming Festival, the rain was like hair, and I finally waited for someone to come to my grave...
It was a man dressed in ink and came in the rain. As he got closer, I saw his face was like a crown of jade, and he was so beautiful that I was also amazed.
I looked around him for a long time, and suddenly felt that this man's facial features looked a bit familiar. I touched my chin and smothered it, and when I waited for him to offer a few green fruits at my grave, I suddenly reacted...
what! Isn't this person the clown Mo Qing!
It turned out that after the terrifying ink marks on his face disappeared, his face was so beautiful!
He stood in front of my grave, and the thin raindrops seemed to have frosted on him. He said in a hoarse voice, "I know you are acidophile, so I picked a few green fruits for you on the way."
I like to eat sour, and people in Wanlumen know that the fruits offered are always green fruits that are about to ripen. He knew that it was me who was buried in this grave, and other than the person who buried me, no one should know who was under this wordless monument.
I knew that he must have brought my body and buried it after he took the Wanjun Sword from the Sword Tomb. After knowing this, I was disdainful again. Mo Qing took advantage of me and killed me. Now I'm too embarrassed to come to my grave! Also with Wan Jun sword! Is he here to show off
I stared at him and wanted to kick the green fruit away angrily: "Who wants your green fruit, I can't eat it, and I don't even burn a piece of paper when I go to the grave, do you know the rules!"
"This fruit is very sour. I tasted it on the way. You must like it very much."
Have you tried it yet? Do you have a problem with licking yourself before giving a confession
He looked at my monument, but couldn't see my glaring expression at all, and continued, "The current Wanlumen, I will take care of you very well."
what! He actually took over the Wan Lumen! I was shocked. good boy! Killed me, and even robbed the sect that I built with my own hands! Ruthless! But... Although I really want to say that who has the ability to kill me, who will sit for the seat of the sect master... But wasn't that because I was confident that no one could kill me!
"With the Wanjun Sword in my hand, I have slowly recovered my strength, and have gradually recovered the divided magic path."
what! I am shocked! Is he going to be the Demon King? That's where I was supposed to be!
"What you want, I'm slowly helping you achieve it."
yes! You took everything I wanted!
This bastard really came here to show off!
I was so angry I wanted to cheat. I'm already lying on the ground, and he has to find him on purpose to tell me these things, which makes my heart throb! How much he hates me! Obviously I saved him when he was young! This is really a kind of guy who pays revenge!
I clawed the grass on the grave, I just hated that I couldn't get up and bite him to death.
However, after showing off his achievements, he still hadn't left. He stood for a while, and said with a bitter expression, "Unfortunately, you can't see it anymore."
what! Do you still want me to see it with my own eyes? If I were alive now, I wouldn't be mad at you 180 times every day! This kid's heart is too poisonous!
I was so angry that I stood in front of the monument and stared at him until he turned and left in the drizzle, completely hidden in the night in a black coat.
When I was alive I never imagined that he could be such a brazen uglier.
I thought about it, the more I thought about it, the more I hated it. I feel that I am sorry for the grievances that are accumulating in my heart if I do not seek revenge from him.
In the few years I have been floating on this tomb, there are occasionally other lonely ghosts passing by. I know from their mouths that there is a ghost market twenty miles away from my tomb, dedicated to the lonely souls wandering in the world. Wild ghosts sell things.
I have seen more rare magic treasures than their entire ghost market, and I was disdainful to see them. Up to now, I think it's time to go and have a look, find a way to restore Yang, and I don't need too much time. I can go back and stab Mo Qing firmly, and I'm satisfied.
I asked the passing wild ghosts for directions, and I set off on the same day. After three days of wandering, I finally drifted to twenty miles away...
I am tired.
Go slow, which is why I haven't left the grave for years.
Twenty miles away, before I changed it, I didn't need to slap the spell and I could reach it in the blink of an eye, but now, this soul body has no power, and can only float on its own. It’s fine at night, I can take advantage of the yin at night to float faster, and in the daytime, especially at noon, let alone float, I wish I could bury myself in the ground.
The world of ghosts is like this, no matter how powerful you are during your lifetime, you will be a mass of gas after you die. In fact, there are also different gases. Specter floats much faster than me. It's like stepping on the hot wheel under your feet, and it will pass. The more severe the ghost, the faster it floats, and the greater the strength. Being bound by things before his death, he couldn't do without his own one-inch-third ground, and no matter how fast he floated, he could only wander around in his own circle.
And the reason why I didn't become a ghost, and I thought about it, was probably because my death was tepid and not tragic enough.
Speaking of which, I also sighed with emotion, thinking of me being Zhao Yao, I have been arrogant all my life, and finally died in such a special, very special and ordinary way.
I am not convinced, I have to pay back the sun and die again. This time, it must be an earth-shattering death!
I found 10,000 reasons for myself to return to the sun. I finally floated to the ghost city. The ghost city is quiet and quiet. The ghosts and ghosts are doing their own business. I searched along the main road for a long time. , I finally saw a stylish storefront on the side of the road. There was a plaque hanging high on the door of the store, with white characters on a black background, and three big characters "Hui Soul Shop" written crookedly.
I glanced inside, the counter was covered with black cloth, and there were several wooden signs hanging on the cloth, which were written at different times, such as "Return to the Soul for half an hour", "Return to the Soul for an hour", and "Return to the Soul for a day". . I figured it out, now that Mo Qing has taken over the Wanlu Sect, has Wanjun Sword, and has to unify the Demon Dao. If I want to stab him, it will take three or five months at least, and it will take an hour and a half. , where is enough to play...
I was still in the shop to take a closer look, when suddenly, a large knife stopped in front of me. I followed the blade and looked to the side, only to see two ghosts with green faces and fangs guarding the door of the shop.
"What is your name?"
he ask me. I put my hands behind my back and glanced at him sideways: "Chenji Mountain Road is swaggering."
He was not afraid when he heard my name, took a mirror and came out, had a conversation with it, then put down the mirror and slashed the sword in his hand: "You can't go in."
I raised my eyebrows: "The shop owner won't let you in, why?"
"You have no money in hell!"
I just felt an arrow in my heart, and I almost vomited blood in an instant. I've never come to a ghost market to buy anything, and I don't know that they ask for money like a real world. I held back my temper and asked him, "Where the hell does the money come from?"
"Let someone burn you."
I was silent.
Who am I going to let me burn! Mo Qing is the only one who has visited the grave in the past few years! His uncle only provided a few green peeled fruits from the roadside! Isn't that bullshit!
I glanced at the Fang Fang again, and tried myself again. Finally, I had to sigh, turned around and left, letting the Fang Fang laugh at me behind me: "I've been dead for four or five years, and I don't have a penny, a poor and sour devil. , dare to come to our soul shop."
What he said was the truth, and I really had a temper and no confidence.
I sighed three times all the way, and swayed for three days, then reluctantly floated back to my grassy grave.
Fortunately, being a ghost doesn't have to eat, or else I have no money to buy food, and being starved to death is the biggest joke of my life.
I want to sigh with emotion, my surname is Lu, my name is Qiong, and the word is zhao. It is really pitiful, I never suffered from poverty in my lifetime, and now I have fallen into trouble...
The world is unpredictable, unpredictable!
I felt that I had no hope of revenge. When I was in the dark, it was a night of thunderstorms. I was watching the lightning and thunder at the tomb, and suddenly a string of hurried horses' hooves came from far and near.
I saw a jet-black horse galloping forward, and a woman in rice folds on the horse was struggling desperately. From a distance, she could be heard shouting hoarsely: "Let me go! I don't want to go with you!"
The man who was holding her behind her only made a sound of a horse, and could not answer.
When the horse galloped to the side of the monument in front of my grave, a red-white lightning suddenly ripped through the sky, and the thunder exploded. The woman did not know how she struggled, but she fell off the horse and slammed into my head. on the tombstone.
"Boom", blood spattered on the spot, I couldn't help but "yo" when I heard sitting on the grave.
The woman slid off my monument and rolled in the mud, her beautiful light beige clothes immediately covered in mud. The man riding the big black horse quickly restrained the horse, and before the horse's hoofs could stand firm, he kicked the horse and ran down, chasing after my tombstone with a few strides, and picked up the woman with the black face: "Zhiyan !" His rough voice was deep and painful, "Zhiyan!"
I stood behind the man and looked at the girl in his arms with him.
The girl's eyes were tightly closed, the mud on her face was mixed with blood, and it was washed away by the pouring rain in a short while, revealing a pale face.
"Oh, I didn't spare my strength in this head-on collision. I'm going to die, I'm dying." I sighed with emotion, and when I was finished, suddenly a flash of inspiration came, she died, died in front of my grave, is this God's will, let me try The legendary revival technique