There is only one entrance to the Palace of the Four Ghost Kings, and there are guards outside. Naturally, the ink burns will not be stupid enough to go to the main door. He swept up the beams of the house, and worried that the light of the soul-inducing lamp would attract unnecessary attention, so he hid the lamp in the Qiankun bag, and flew on the top of the criss-crossing roof tiles. , the figure was as fast as a black lightning bolt.
This palace looks grand from the outside, and inside is a courtyard with corridors that overlap. The ink burned and jumped to the top of a tower building, leaned down lightly, and merged with the black bricks and tiles. He raised his eyes and looked down, the whole palace was like a small town, and it was hard to see it at a glance.
The ink burns infinitely anxious.
He finally knew why the man had refused to tell him the whereabouts of his master, and he was afraid of offending the ghost king. But at this moment, although he knows that Chu nightning is in this palace, he is still helpless-
There are not one thousand or nine hundred in the palace here. Where will Chu Wanning be
He seemed like someone who was about to find a treasure, and his heart and hands were shaking more than at first.
Master…
where are you
While thinking about it, I suddenly saw a group of people at the corner walking over with a faint red wind lantern. They all wore golden armor and boots. One by one, they walked from the east gate to the main trail, and after ten turns and eight turns, they came to an inconspicuous side room.
There was a towering old locust tree in the side room, which just blocked the sight of the burning ink. He could only see half of the courtyard, and the other half was hidden behind the prosperous branches and leaves.
Those Yin soldiers entered, and first there was a ping-pong of tables and chairs, whistling and drinking, making a mess. Suddenly, a shrill scream pierced through the sky, and a woman with unkempt hair was dragged and thrown into the yard. Her robe was half-open, and most of it slid down under the brutal pushing and shoving of the Yin soldiers, revealing her snow-like skin.
"Let you escape! I'll let you fucking escape!"
The whip was slapped hard on the woman, it should be the torture tool of the ghost world, even the ghost will be beaten to death and die.
The woman was crawling on the ground and trembling. She seemed to want to run, but there were officers and soldiers everywhere, and she had nowhere to go.
"Stinky girls, you have entered the Palace of the Four Kings, are you still thinking about going out?"
"I was innocent when I was alive! I have no sins! Why are you doing this to me!" the woman screamed, "Let me out, I'm going to reincarnate, I don't want to stay here!!"
It was another whipping, which made her scream again and again.
"Serving the four kings can save you from the pain of reincarnation! You are really shameless!"
"He didn't see me! Why can't I go? I—ah!"
Another whip fell against her face, and the woman burst into tears, trembling incessantly, but still wanted to crawl out.
Her beast-like distress seemed to please the underworld soldiers of the Fourth King, and the men were laughing. The "tributes" in the partial room were pulled out one after another.
The Yin soldier in the lead said: "My colleagues have worked hard. In this yard, all the four kings have chosen the leftovers. I know that you are uncomfortable on weekdays, so choose what you like and play with each other. If you have a special favorite, come to me. Register here and bring it back to your own home.”
The slutty ghosts under the hands of the four kings screamed and laughed wantonly, and went to the house to pick out the most beautiful things. Naturally, the woman outside was not spared either. She was surrounded by a few people under the tree, and rushed towards her like a hungry wolf, as if to chew her soul into pieces.
There was a moment of panting and chatter in the room, some were crying, some were screaming, and some were begging for mercy.
There are people who really can't stand such torture, and want to get rid of it, they sacrifice their souls to flatter them and try their best to please them. The ugliness of all living beings, whether in hell or in the world, is the same.
The ink burned lightly and fell from the tower, and sneaked to the roof of the side hall by night. He thought, according to the old man of the wonton stall, Chu night Ning just came, should have not been selected by the ghost king, and will not be here, but still a little worried, he opened a small half of the tile and looked down quietly.
The desire in the house was cloudy and cloudy, and in the chaos, he saw a person's face.
Rong nine.
He was quite fond of him in the previous life, but he used his favor to plot against him, and the little servant who wanted to take away his cultivation was actually among them.
He is the smartest, knowing both life and death.
Many people in this house are struggling and unwilling to obey. Some of the dead were in confusion and chaos, calling out the name of Yang Shi's own lover, while others kept swearing at the full name festival. But Rong Jiu is different. Mo Ran knows this person. He loves money and life. Of course, there is no life to love after death, but he also cherishes his soul and does not want to be abused again.
On the messy and spacious bed, the "tributes" around him who were not selected were almost all begging for mercy and struggling, but he closed his eyes and let the man gallop, and the soft call in his mouth was as soft and greasy as a cat.
Mo Ran looked at his face full of spring tides, and the coldness gradually grew in his heart.
He thought of Chu nightning.
Rong Jiu is soft around his fingers, and Chu nightning is a hundred steelmaking.
At first glance, it seemed as cold and hard as black iron, and no one could destroy him. But under such circumstances, Rong Jiu would please, flatter him, and would be willing to lean down and use his softness to build an indestructible battlement for himself.
But what about Chu Wanning
The ink burns without even thinking about it, and you can know what the person will be like. He would rather be scattered, and would rather fall into the eighteen layers of hell. Who can move him
Water never breaks, only steel knives break.
"boom!"
There was a startling sound, which made the people in the house and the people on the roof horrified.
The ink burned his face and looked pale, looking up at the courtyard.
The fiery woman just now was stabbed with a hole in her chest by the Yin soldier, her soul gradually became transparent, and tears flowed from her eyes.
Then, Ning Dun took a moment.
It suddenly dissipated into bits of dust.
Soul flies away.
The ghost soldier who destroyed her soul stood up cursing. There was a ferocious whip mark on his face. It was thought that the woman just stole his soul whip and slapped it on him. Yin Bing spit: "What a motherfucker, bad luck! You've been a ghost, but you still can't think about it, bah! Smelly old women!"
The ink burns like an ice cave.
He felt that what he had just seen was not the woman he had never met, and he seemed to have seen the choice that Chu nightning would make.
Rong Jiu is still fighting against the phoenix with those lewd ghosts. This is his unique skill to survive. He clings to objects harder than him like a silk, and engulfs people with his tenderness like a net.
The tributes in the house gradually began to succumb.
I don't know how long it took before a series of Mi Yan dramas came to an end.
Rong Jiuguo really taught people to be reluctant to leave. When officers and soldiers put on their clothes, they would go to the chief to register.
These people are all ghosts under the four kings. If they do not enter reincarnation, it is better to follow them than to follow the four kings, but it is always a place to avoid humiliation and live comfortably.
Rong Jiu was very satisfied for this.
The Yin soldier who was going to take him back teased him again. It was not early, and he had to change the guard, so he left first. The group of demons gradually walked away, and the side hall was desolate and messy, as if a feast had dissipated, and the remnants of wine and human feelings were sprinkled on the ground, slowly cooling down.
He sat up lazily, as a man, he was the most calm among these people.
After dressing up, he looked into the bronze mirror, and felt that his face was haggard after death, not as bright as when he was alive, and it did not match his brows and eyes.
So Rong Jiu ignored the women who were sobbing, dazed, and shivering. He happily arranged his clothes, put on silk shoes, and walked into the yard.
There are also rouge flowers in hell, even more red and brilliant than those in the mortal world. He folded a bunch, slender fingertips lit with flower juice, smudged on the tip of his lips, and wiped on his cheeks.
Everyone cares about different things. He Rongjiu was born with bitterness. In his opinion, the so-called friendship is something that can only be pursued by noble people who are full and aloof. He is a dirty seed in the soil, and he doesn't care about etiquette, righteousness and shame. All he has in his arms is his own life. When his life is gone, he carries his own soul.
Suddenly, there was a slight rustling behind him, as if someone had touched the flowers and leaves.
He thought it was the official who was happy with him who left and returned, so he donated the spring love in his eyes without hesitation.
He looked back sweetly, and what he was holding was a peerless elegance and indisputable.
Just when he saw the person standing coldly beside the flower bush, Rong Jiu took a step back, his eyes widened and his lips lightly parted, as if he was struck by thunder—
"It's you?!"
"It's me." Mo Ran said.
Rong Jiu's charming face has been changed into different expressions, surprised, hesitant, gloating, annoyed, uneasy, and pretending to be relaxed.
Finally settled on a cold and cold look.
He's used to being a smiling face, that kind of ruthlessness that is too arrogant, and it is too heavy to wear on his face, he doesn't want to be too outrageous.
"Why is Young Master Mo here?" The last time the two met was very unpleasant, Rong Jiu stood up straight, looking very indifferent.
The ink burned: "Looking for people."
Rong Jiu seemed to snort: "I can't imagine that such a romantic character as Young Master Mo would not be able to let go when he arrives in the ghost world."
Mo Ran didn't want to talk to him too much, took out the picture and handed it to Rong Jiu: "Have you seen him?"
Rong Jiuyan looked at Meixing, glanced at it, and said with a sneer: "It's just so beautiful, who's the servant?"
The ink burned his brows and said: "What's not, you say you haven't seen him."
"No." Rong Jiu said lightly, "I don't want to tell you."
"… "
"I'm tired, so go back and rest. Young Master Mo, go wherever you come from, I won't send you."
The ink burned and called him: "Rong Jiu!"
The slender figure paused, turned halfway across his charming face, and said with some pride, "What?"
"I'm going to save him. If you want, I'll save you too. There's no way here, you can't really mess with those ghost soldiers." Mo Ran said, "Go back earlier."
Rong Jiu turned over half of his face and said charmingly: "Look at what Young Master Mo said, there is no way here, where is there another way? Rong Jiu has a hard life, living in this world for twenty years, and he thinks it is no different from here. It's just that the benefactor has changed from a human to a ghost, and there is no reincarnation, what is the difference?"
"...You are begging for a living under the tip of a knife."
Rong Jiu really laughed this time. He returned to his senses with a smile and looked at the ink burning: "I am not begging for life under the tip of the knife? People are the knife and I am the fish. If you meet some good people, you can reward more silver taels. If you meet someone like Mo Gongzi. 'Good man', it's a trivial matter not to pay the money, I rolled up a little and ran away, turning around and pretending not to know me. Young Master Mo, you stabbed me first, and then you turn around and persuade me to be careful with the knife, you are really kind."
The author has something to say:
When Gouzi was young, he was determined to be a person who did not harbor hatred and would protect all the poor people in the world with joy, and it was this person who eventually became a demon full of bloody sins that could not be washed away. If Gouzi's mother hasn't been reincarnated yet, and Izumi knows it, it must be very sad.
And yesterday's update looks pitiful, but it's actually not pitiful, because it was actually the best part of the dog's first fifteen years.
When he first recalled, he said that at that time, at least there was still his mother.
And later, the mother was gone.
In fact, I hope that there is no need to deliberately distinguish between right and wrong, and argue between good and evil, and some people will change from good to sinister, and some people will climb back from hell to the world. A person will have his lovable, hateful, pitiful, and abominable aspects, only then can he have flesh and blood, and a world will have mistakes, repentance, injustice, and justice, and only then can it become complete. .
If a story is full of all good people, all three views, no emotional hesitation, characters confrontation, morality is contrary, singing all the way to change (cough). Picking up fifty cents on the side of the road and waiting for the owner of the owner for a year, it would be better to turn on the TV at 7:30 and watch the 108,000-episode series "News Network" on time, you are satisfied...