There are thousands in the world

I am not a person who likes to meddle in other people's business, let alone take responsibility.

When I first joined the Anti-Thousand Association, I was only hanged by that woman Jiang Shengmei.

It was only later that I slowly realized the sense of responsibility.

So, when this old ghost handed over the matter to me, I suddenly felt that it was so heavy.

I saw that the old ghost's body had shrunk a lot. He was only a little over 1.6 meters, but now he shrank even thinner.

It felt like he was out of breath, but there were still a series of noises in his throat.

I immediately asked Jiu Ye: "What, what's going on? Is he still alive?"

Master Jiu shook his head, and said pitifully, "To be alive, but life is worse than death, to be dead, but not to die for a while."

I was very puzzled when I heard it.

What is it called?

What does it mean that life is worse than death, and you will not be able to die for a while?

Master Jiu looked at me puzzled, and said to me: "The old ghost is a master of martial arts. He trains his muscles and bones on the outside, and trains yin and yang qi on the inside. The human body is a skin bag with two mouths, the upper one is the throat, and the lower one is the mouth." The trick is, if these two are sealed, it is like a rubber ball. If the ball is not inflated, it is soft, and when it is inflated, it is hard. The same is true for the human body. A large amount of gas is stored through breathing, and the upper and lower seals are like a ball. The inflated ball will naturally harden. The difference between those who have practiced and those who have not, is this. The old ghost has practiced qi to perfection, and there is a breath of yin and yang in his body. If this breath does not dissipate, he will not die, but he The spirit, that is, the three souls and seven souls have long been dispersed, and the spare body is tortured, and the pain in the world must be endured when dying..."

I was very scared when I heard it, and I immediately asked: "Isn't it? Then, I came here after that, is it the same? Can't live, can't die?"

Master Jiu sighed helplessly, and said with a wry smile: "This is human beings. They can't help themselves, they can't help themselves to death, everything is predestined, hahahaha... It's bullshit to say anything about fighting against the sky and changing your fate. shit……"

Jiu Ye's words were full of sadness, or it was lamenting the death of the old ghost, or it was a new understanding of life.

I looked at the old ghost, he kept making that mournful sound, but he seemed to be dead, without any breath, and his body twitched from time to time, which made him twist in pain even more .

That feeling is really sad.

I immediately said, "Grandpa...is it just watching like this? When will he die? Isn't this a little too cruel? Can we do something?"

Master Jiu said helplessly: "When my master died, he was lying on the bare bamboo mat. Our senior brothers knelt beside him and watched for three days and three nights before watching him swallow his breath. During this period, he was in pain and ate up a bamboo mat. I remember, he opened his eyes in pain and begged, let us give him a good time, but who can do such a rebellious thing as killing a master? What? We can only watch, for three days and three nights, he closed his eyes..."

When I heard Master Jiu's words, I was very shocked. I never thought that people who practice martial arts are so miserable, or that they have to practice every day when they die, and they have to suffer such intense pain after they die.

Hey, this world...

Jiu Ye said: "Okay, I'll just stay with the old ghost, you, go to work, remember, you hold the whole ghost gate in your hand, what happens next depends entirely on your wishes..."

After finishing speaking, Master Jiu sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, as if he had settled down, and stopped paying attention to the noises of this world.

I hurriedly took my things and left the stone cave room. When I got outside, I turned around and suddenly saw a dozen people with ghost faces staring at me. Everyone's eyes were indifferent.

I immediately smiled awkwardly, raised the mask in my hand, and then put it on my face subconsciously. Ten of them immediately knelt on the ground in surprise.

"Congratulations to the new ghost king..."

When I heard what they said, I quickly took off the mask.

I hurriedly said: "Don't, don't, I'm not a new ghost king, this mask is not mine, you all get up, don't get me wrong..."

Hearing my words, all ten people looked at me in amazement, with doubts on their faces.

I hurriedly said: "What, let's find a place where we can talk, okay? What about the old ghost, tell me, let me handle his funeral, choose his heir, let's sit down and talk slowly, okay? "

Hearing what I said, all ten of them glanced at each other, a little uncertain.

At this time, a person came over and said, "Since the King of Ghosts has arranged for you to deal with the funeral, then naturally everything is up to you. Let's go to the village at the foot of the mountain to discuss."

I immediately said: "Okay, but... you guys, can you take off all the masks, my mother, do you know who you are? Take it off, I know you..."

All ten people glanced at each other, and after confirming their eyes, they took off their masks one after another.

"A hall of ghosts without a shadow..."

"Second hall Yan Luo ghost impermanence..."

"Three o'clock Yan Luogui Rakshasa..."

My ears were calloused, and I said, "Ah, it's okay, it's okay, don't say your nickname, say your real name, what is that, Gui Wuying, right? You, you are the old man of Dangxiong, right?"

Hearing my words, the middle-aged man in his 50s immediately looked at me strangely, and asked me, "Master Jiu, do you know my son?"

I smiled and said, "I know you, I have gambled with your son and drank alcohol."

After I finished speaking, I put my arms around his neck. He resisted a little, and it was also very strange, but due to my identity, it was not easy to refuse me.

As I was walking, I said to him: "I heard that your wish is for your son to inherit the mantle of ghost king. Dangxiong and I are good brothers, and we are all on our own, right? Men Douqian, but, the ghost king's mantle is basically to appoint your son to be the hero."

Hearing my words, the middle-aged man was immediately surprised and delighted. He suppressed a smile and said, "Little Jiuye, this... I'm afraid, it's a little difficult to convince the public, right?"

I clicked my tongue when I heard this, and I said: "The old ghost entrusted me to do the funeral, whoever I say is who, right, but this process, we still have to go through it, I don't know much about it. I'm familiar with it, and I don't have much experience, so I leave all the troublesome things to you, okay?"

Gui Wuying immediately said: "Don't worry, little Jiuye, leave it to me to be Qianqiu, just give Xiao Jiuye orders..."

I nodded in satisfaction, and said with a smile: "That would be the best, first prepare all the things for the funeral, and then prepare the things for the wedding."

"happy event?"

Dang Qianqiu is a little unclear.

I immediately smiled and said: "I forgot to tell you, what about the old ghost, I entrusted Miss Yang Asha to me, although we don't talk about marriage, but it must be lively, isn't it?"

After I finished speaking, Dang Qianqiu's eyes shrank suddenly, and his face became very gloomy.

I feel a little strange, it feels like he is very unhappy.

I was just about to say something when I suddenly heard a strange cry, which sounded a bit like...

"The pig called..."