The story of wearing me soon has changed

Chapter 542 The Truth (4)

Waiting until my heart started to burn, the legendary "difficult", "sad and hateful" ghost king finally came out.

It was still twisted and brought here by the dead Highness like that strong man.

"He" seemed to have been seriously injured. Once he was let go, he knelt down in the sea of ​​flowers uncontrollably. The whole person bowed his waist and lowered his head, as if he was out of breath, and the dark red flowers began to fall. He leaned on him.

...Damn, this flower is still active? !

She secretly slid back the heels that stepped on the flowers, then tiptoed and landed in the open space among the flowers.

Wang Sheng waved at her, as if he wanted to whisper to her.

She walked over cautiously, and heard the strong man muttering,

"This man was also a strange person in his life. I can't find a person with no merits and virtues in this hell for hundreds of years. He caught up. Tell me, even if you don't step on the moving ants when you walk It can be regarded as accumulating a little bit of merit, but this person has none at all! I don’t want him to be reincarnated!”

Fu Mian: "..."

She scratched her head, glanced at the ghost kneeling in the sea of ​​flowers and couldn't get up, and asked in a low voice, "Why not?"

The strong man looked at her strangely, "Did you lose your mind after falling asleep this time?"

"...I'm just a little confused, and I don't think about it. Maybe I subconsciously feel that this is not very important to me?"

The strong man sighed, "Okay. You also know that it takes luck to go through the path of rebirth. All ghosts go from the path of rebirth to their respective reincarnation worlds. Some ghosts are weak, have no faith at all, and are muddleheaded. It was shattered in the way of rebirth. So, reincarnation is really a technical job."

She was too lazy to dwell on the fashionable words that popped out of this man's mouth from time to time, and only grasped the main point.

"It means, traveling through the world...I mean reincarnation, you need the support of merit, right? Is it easier for people with high merit to go where they want to go?"

"The Way of Rebirth will judge where he is going, not where he wants to go. But you are right about merit. Isn't you the most typical example?"

The strong man glanced at her while talking, "You are a rare person with perfect merit, do you know what is said in the world?"

"???"

"You must be a person blessed by the Buddha. You won't be drowned in the sea, you won't be starved to death in famine, and you won't be thrown to death if you jump off a cliff. You should live smoothly and safely, because this is what you have accumulated in your previous life. Blessed to come down."

"I can't see that you still believe in Buddhism." She laughed dryly.

The strong man didn't seem to notice her strangeness, even if she didn't know the common sense that she should know, he didn't doubt it.

He confessed a few more words, patted Fu Mian on the shoulder very hard, and said in a heavy-handed and far-reaching tone, "Thank you for your hard work, don't worry, if you consume him until he is absorbed by the Bianhua, I will approve it in advance." Your annual leave! I will send you to a wealthy family, so that you can spend every day as if you are on vacation in a pile of gold!"

"..." I really thank you.

After passing away, Fu Mian stayed not far from the ghost king, dawdling and didn't dare to go there immediately.

Those who are close to the nostalgia are more timid, and so are the neighbors.

She was afraid of seeing people, seeing faces, not what she imagined, she would be indescribably disappointed.

After a while, she was sure that the ghost was still kneeling motionless, and that she was relatively weak, so she probably couldn't hurt her, so she carefully moved a few steps over.

"Are you ok?"

He didn't move.The surrounding dark red flowers were all around him, and she vaguely felt that the color of the flowers closest to him seemed to be darker again.

This is too frighteningly scary, they have all turned into ghosts and have no flesh and blood, how can this flower change color? !She shivered, pulled out the wide sleeves of her ancient costume, tucked her hands inside, and went to pat the flowers.

After taking the picture, he stood directly in front of him and tapped the ground he was looking down at with his toes.
"If you don't stand up again, the flowers here will suck you into a black shadow."

After she finished speaking, she was also taken aback for a moment. The words came out very smoothly, but she didn't have any intention of saying this in her mind...

But before she could think about it, the ghost in front of her moved.Even the shadowy figure was tattered, and when she raised her head, that ferocious face appeared in front of her.

She was visibly taken aback.He was not frightened, after all, he had only a very light shadow left, no matter how hideous it was, it was just like a shadow.

She just didn't expect that although that face was ferocious, those eyes, which were darker than the other shadows on her body, were very calm, and it could even be said that they were calm.He was clearly facing her, but it seemed that he was looking at the sea of ​​flowers on the other side through her.

And this face is so strange.

She thought she would see a familiar face, no matter whose it was, and whether it had appeared in any mission world or not, it should be familiar anyway.

But no, it was a completely unfamiliar face, and she couldn't see anything familiar.

She clenched her lips unknowingly, staring at him unwillingly, her eyes carefully searching his ferocious face.

He just let her look at her without any resistance or other movements.

After a long time, she gave up the search.Stand up straight, turn sideways, wipe your eyes, "Still standing up?"

He moved, and then she heard the faint sound of chains.

He wore chains on his feet, black and not long, but they looked heavy.

"No wonder I can't stand up. I'm still wondering why the new ghost king is so weak. It turns out it's a soul chain."

She said this subconsciously.After speaking, he pursed his lips, feeling like a young actor who had gone to the wrong scene.

She was just replaying this scene, and she, a ghost who "traveled back from a long distance", had no right to intervene in turning points.

"who are you?"

He finally spoke, with his head held up impartially, his voice was dry and hoarse.

Fu Mian heard herself say, "I'm in charge of this sea of ​​flowers on the other side."

She looked down at the ghost with its head held high, looked at his tattered soul, who had been injured by fire or something, and his hideous and handsome face, and asked a very strange question.

"How old were you when you died?"

"nineteen."

... Damn, the little chick who died young.

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Fu Mian picked up the Ghost King back.

One is the ghost king who is not under the control of the eighteen levels of hell in the underworld, and the other is the underworld official who wants to resolve the great compassionate person to complete the last job and then go out to reincarnate and travel.The two ghosts lived peacefully in the sea of ​​flowers on the other side.

It was only then that Fu Mian knew that he still had a small apartment in this endless sea of ​​ghost-eating flowers.

Although more like a thatched cottage.

Of course, as a ghost with work ethics, she has been trying to resolve the grievances on this ghost king, turning him into a worthless little ghost. A random flower and fire here can make him fly away.

(End of this chapter)