Daughter-in-law

Chapter 1014

This question is a bit convoluted, but I think it should be like this.

Yinggou said that he was never under the Yellow Emperor, I believe it.

The great existence of the Yellow Emperor doesn't care whether Yinggou surrenders to himself or not. What he wants is that Yinggou and himself have a common goal.

Yinggou did not disappoint the Yellow Emperor, and followed him to fight in the north and south, and finally won the future and freedom for mankind.

In the end, the Yellow Emperor was ranked among the immortals, while Yinggou was guarding the underworld.

"You mean, the Yellow Emperor, who has become a fairy, wants to kill you with the Xuanyuan Sword?" I asked tentatively.

"It's not the Yellow Emperor, but the self-awareness of the sword. The Yellow Emperor is dead." Ying Gou said flatly.

"What are you talking about, the Yellow Emperor is dead!"

When I heard the words of winning the hook, I shook my hands nervously, and the cigarette butt in my hand fell directly into the river.

The Yellow Emperor will die too, which is beyond my imagination.

That great man who can help mankind conquer the world will die unexpectedly, isn't he in the immortal class!

"That day when the gate of heaven opened, there was an immortal in the sky who welcomed him into the immortal class, but he didn't go, but slashed his sword."

Win Gou said slowly.

Hearing this, I couldn't help swallowing.

Thinking about the scene I saw after meeting those two fairies.

It turns out that the first person to attack the fairy world was Huang Di.

"Who in the world doesn't want to be immortal, but the Yellow Emperor said, if you live forever, if you don't exist in the world, are you still human?"

"He said that those immortals in the sky are no longer human beings. They are indifferent to the suffering of the world. He doesn't want to be that kind of existence.

So he refused to become an immortal, and smashed down the gate of heaven with a sword. From then on, heaven and man will be separated forever, immortals will never come to the world, and humans will never become immortals. "

After listening to Yinggou, I was silent for a long time and could not speak.

Huangdi is really a great person.

It was he who led the small and ant-like humans to drive away monsters, he was the one who drove away the underworld guys in the underworld, and it was he who cut off the passage between immortals with a single sword.

And the Yellow Emperor who had done all this chose to die like ordinary people.

Thinking of the feats he has done, my heart is filled with infinite admiration and yearning.

How lucky to be able to live in an era with such people.

"The Yellow Emperor cut off the possibility of mortals becoming immortals. He hopes that people in the future will no longer be immortals. That sword has the same idea as him, so it is not only because of Dizang that it wants to kill me."

Speaking of this, Yinggou smiled bitterly, and then said: "I have lived from ancient times to the present, and I have never died, and I am not willing to die, so what is the difference between me and a fairy now, the sword wants to kill That's the real reason for dropping me."

After Yinggou's voice fell, his body made of water gradually melted, and then re-merged into the river, disappearing.

"Now I am not sure whether I have become a fairy." After saying this, Yinggou fell silent again.

Hearing me win the hook, I stood on the water, remained silent, and then took out another cigarette and lit it.

I can understand that when Yinggou uttered these words, he felt a little spot-checked and helpless, but it was more of a kind of loneliness.

Back then, he followed the Yellow Emperor and beheaded immortals with his sword, but looking back now, he found that he had actually lived the way he hated the most. Is there anything more ridiculous in this world than this?
This is a very ironic thing.

I prevented the immortals from coming to this world, but I gradually replaced them and became them.

How much helplessness and self-deprecating in Yinggou's heart now.

Xuanyuan Sword also knew this, so it wanted to cut the winning hook.

I also feel that this is a bit helpless, but I don't know how to comfort Yinggou.

I walked back on the water. Although I walked on the water, my clothes were not wet at all.

Xiaobai looked at the heaviness on my face and knew that I must have something on my mind.

But the female zombie was obedient and didn't say anything, and didn't ask anything.

I drove back to the shop, thinking about the sword in my dream. If one day the sword really broke through the water and wanted to kill Yinggou, would Yinggou resist?
After a while, I smiled wryly, then shook my head and came to a conclusion.

The guy who wins the hook probably won't resist.

That sword used to be his comrade in arms and had the same goal as him.

Now he has become the existence they hated the most back then, so if Xuanyuan Sword wants to kill him, he will not resist.

Winning the tick will choose to face death.

But damn I don't want to die!

I and Yinggou are now one. If the sword cuts him off, I won't be able to live him.

Yinggou wants to die, but I haven't lived enough yet.

This thing is a little too fucked up.

I scolded my mother a little annoyed in my heart, and decided to think of a way, not to let the sword cut Yinggou, or to say that Yinggou should not have death intentions.

I spent the whole day in a daze on the recliner at the door of the shop.

In the evening, all the people in the shop had expired, and Duanmuqing also came to the ramen restaurant, saying that he wanted to show off his cooking skills and prepare a table of delicious dishes.

I know this guy came here on purpose to see that I was feeling a little depressed, and I was somewhat moved.

In fact, Duanmuqing is really good, especially his appearance, which is much prettier than ordinary women, even a little more charming than women.

It's a pity, he is a man, it would be nice if he was a woman.

Thinking of this, I was shocked in my heart, and then broke out in a cold sweat.

How could I have such absurd thoughts? Could it be that I got too close to Duanmuqing, which made me unnaturally have a gay heart?
I quickly shook my head violently, cut off this dangerous thought in my heart, and then decided that I must stay away from that guy Duanmuqing in the future.

The food in the evening was very rich, Duanmuqing's culinary skills are undeniable, the dishes he cooks are much better than the chefs in restaurants outside.

While we were eating, a black shadow suddenly flashed outside the ruffian, and then stood at the door.

Seeing that black shadow, everyone froze for a moment, and then ate as if nothing had happened.

"Duanmu, you're here for business." The old Taoist said to Duanmuqing while grilling rice.

Duanmuqing sighed and put down the rice bowl in his hand.

What came was a ghost, now Duanmuqing is Jishui's messenger, this ghost is looking for him to come and go to the underworld.

"Come on, I'll take you down." Duanmuqing waved at the ghost, and then summoned the gate of the underworld.

The ghost at the door walked over cautiously.

Although he couldn't perceive our aura, his intuition told him that the people here were not simple, and it even made him feel a great sense of fear.

Hearing Duanmuqing calling him, Yinhun walked over cautiously.

"I'll go, brother, your death is too miserable!"

When Gintama came up to him, the old man who saw his appearance couldn't help gasping and said.

I also frowned, even though I have seen a lot of ghosts, I couldn't help but frowned when I saw a man, because his death was really ugly.

Everyone in the shop put down their chopsticks.

Of course, these guys are not afraid of a ghost.

It's just that this ghost looks really disgusting, and it's easy to make people feel uncomfortable.

Facing such a ghost, it was difficult for anyone to be able to eat.

Duanmuqing looked indifferent, after all, he was a errand, and it was his duty to send ghosts to the underworld, the customer was God, no matter how ugly he was, he had to greet him.

"Brother, drink a glass of wine before going on the road." The old Taoist said, pouring a glass of wine and handing it over.

The miserable appearance of this ghost made the old man feel a little sympathy.

The ghost took the wine glass, drank it down, then smiled at the old Taoist, and said, "Thank you, I finally got rid of it today. Living is really tiring."

Hearing his words, the old Taoist nodded with emotion, and said: "Yeah, living is so fucking tiring, sometimes it's better to die, but sometimes it's just such a fuck, you obviously want to die I can't die either."

Speaking of this, the old Taoist suddenly stopped, and then looked at me with some embarrassment on his face.

I sneered and nodded to the old Taoist, signaling to him that what he said was very good, and to continue talking.

This old guy is blaming me inside and out for letting him survive. This is a cheap way to be a good boy. It seems that he needs to be cleaned up.

Swept by my eyes, the old man couldn't help but shuddered, he said something wrong, if he didn't make up for it, his end would be miserable.

"Brother, don't say that. In fact, it's better to be alive. How happy it is to live with meat and wine." The old man said quickly.

Hearing the old man's words, the man was stunned for a moment, then nodded, and said, "Yes, it's good to be alive, but it's tiring to die."

When he spoke, his eyes were clear and his expression was very calm.

I couldn't help but look at him twice.

When a person just dies and becomes a dead soul, he or she will have an extreme nostalgia for the human world, and have many unresolved concerns.

After all, in a lifetime, there are not many people who can get clear and clear, and then walk freely and naturally, but very few.

There are even some extreme guys who continue to harm others in order to stay in the world and become ghosts.

It is really rare to see someone who faces death so peacefully.

I couldn't help but looked at him a few more times, only to see that he was wearing a pair of brown trousers and a gray coat.

It's just that the clothes are full of holes, and they seem to have begun to rot, and he is covered with stains all over his body.

It looked like it had just been dug out of the ground.

I couldn't help being a little curious about him, and then asked him, "How did you die?"

Hearing my words, Duanmuqing, who was about to send the man to the underworld, stopped.

"I was killed." The man said calmly.

Hearing his words, I couldn't help frowning, and couldn't help thinking of Zhang Chi.

If he is still alive, hearing what the man said, he can't help but find out the cause of his death.

(End of this chapter)