The story of wearing me soon has changed

Chapter 543 The Truth (5)

She was conscientious in her work, and set a time every day for him to go out and meditate in the sea of ​​flowers, and occasionally let the little eunuch read to him the contents of the book she had been carrying all along.

But he was the king of ghosts after all, the little eunuch went there twice, and then came back like a shit, Fu Mian took a closer look, two pieces of the little eunuch's dark soul had been torn off.

Then the person who studied became Fu Mian.

The ghost king didn't have any intention of repenting, or he didn't have anything to repent.

The ghosts who came to this sea of ​​flowers and finally died into the waste of Bianhua, generally speaking, were too obsessed with emotional matters and couldn't conceive.Some have been waiting for decades and hundreds of years without waiting for a person they like, some have become ghosts before they wake up, and have no desires and desires, just waiting to be the fertilizer for flowers, and some are people in dreams, suffering in this piece of ghost flowers. There are too many people begging to change their infatuation. Most people in the world are suffering because of love, and go crazy because of love. Even the [-]th hell can't do anything about it.But this ghost king is different, saying that he has a lot of obsessions, I'm afraid he himself doesn't know what is stubborn in his obsessions.

He was young when he died, and had never tasted love.He has no friends, no relatives who treat him well.

Feelings are totally lost to him.Then what is his obsession?
If Fu Mian couldn't realize it, he couldn't find a way to resolve him.

I can only study every day, observe and observe, and see if I can find the correct, one-step method in a flash of inspiration.

If it was "she" who had actually experienced these things at the beginning, probably this is what she should do, right?

She is trying her best to follow the "what she thinks is correct" plot, fearing that if any small step is wrong, the "he" in so many worlds she has traveled through will no longer exist.

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Living together in the sea of ​​flowers for a period of time... Ah, actually, she doesn't know how to count the time in the underworld, anyway, once she wakes up, it counts as a day.After she woke up many times, the ghost king has been successfully oppressed by her to become a staff member who waters the flowers on the other side, reducing the work pressure of the little watering ghost.

This ghost king is not like a ghost king, except for his extreme dislike for outsiders such as the little eunuch, he doesn't seem to have any hostility at all. If he is asked to water the flowers, he will water the flowers, dragging the soul chain on his feet all day long, step by step Walking slowly in the sea of ​​flowers, sometimes sitting there for a long time, letting myself go.

Fu Mian had been sleeping in the middle of the sea of ​​flowers for a long time, and when she woke up, she saw him watering the flowers again without saying a word, and slowly swaying in front of him with a book.

She felt that a little friendship had been established between the two ghosts, so she began to try to have the first "communication like a psychiatrist" with him.

"Is there anyone you miss?"

Shaking his head.

"Have you met your parents?"

Shaking his head.

"So, do you have someone you like?"

Still shaking his head.

He just thinks of a child with autism or depression who refuses to communicate too much.

He knelt on the ground to water the Bi'an flower. In fact, the Bi'an flower didn't need to be watered, because they drink blood and eat their souls.

Fu Mian's eyes were sharp, and she watched two more "deliberate" flowers approaching him around his legs.She suddenly knelt down and rushed over, stretched out her hand and slapped the two ghost flowers away fiercely.

"89, 92! Don't rub against him!"

God knows why she gave these ghost flowers names, Fu Mian also accepted it.

Her pounce was a bit violent, and her head almost hit him.After finding out that she was taking pictures of flowers, he raised his head and glanced at her.

Fu Mian didn't notice that, after talking to herself, she killed the two flowers fiercely, only to see the person in front of her start watering them again.

She found it difficult to carry on with this conversation, because the ghost seemed to have died before seeing a few living people.

So she found another way.

"Do you know that there have been many ghosts here? Every other time I sleep, a ghost that needs to be resolved will be sent. Most of them are too obsessed and refuse to queue up for reincarnation at Naihe Bridge. Do you know why? ?”

He lowered his head slightly, kneeling and watering the flowers in an upright and stiff posture. Hearing this, he gave her a little reaction. He silently looked into her eyes, staring blankly, almost making her blush.

"Because they have something they can't let go of. The last ghost who came here wanted to wait for someone who would never return. He stubbornly stayed at the end of the sea of ​​flowers, the place closest to the way of life and the bridge of Naihe. She died before she was alive. It was very miserable. When I came here, my body was covered in blood, and it looked bloody and bloody. I was the favorite of Bianhuahua. No matter how these flowers gnawed at her, she just stood there obsessively. After waiting for many years, I finally waited. It was the person she wanted to wait for. But that person no longer remembered her, walked past her with a blank expression, drank Mengpo soup, and entered the path of rebirth."

"As for her, after entering this sea of ​​flowers, she will never have the chance to die. She can only watch as the person she has waited for decades and hundreds of years forgets about her and stays away from her completely. Then she went crazy, In the end, it was eaten away by the other shore flower."

She looked at his expression while talking, but there was no fluctuation on that hideous and terrifying face, but she kept staring at her.

She thought to herself, probably this kind of obsession with men and women is not his obsession, and cannot arouse his empathy.

So she improvised another story.Yes, made up temporarily.

"The ghost who came here last time was a man about your age. He lived in an unhappy family since he was a child, and his parents treated him badly..."

Because she was afraid that he would suddenly riot when he heard such a tragic story similar to his experience, she spoke in a low voice and slowly, still watching his expression.

But before the impromptu story was finished, a crimson Bana flower suddenly burst out from between her legs, like the piranha brother, stretching towards the ghost king, without a single green leaf on the branch.

She immediately picked it up in her heart, and was about to pull the flower back when she saw him reach out and pinch the flower base of the Bianhua flower.

It's a bit like the gesture of holding a wine glass, pinching the place where the branches and flowers are connected, and still looking at her.

Then with a blank face, he crushed the flower fiercely, not caring at all that his fingers were also eaten away a little.The dark red petals fell to the ground, and his fingertips seemed to have dark red juice.

Fu Mian's breath was swallowed hard by her.

She laughed dryly, "Well, it's getting late, you should water the flowers first. That's the end of the story."

Then got up and ran away with the hem of the skirt.

Didn't see the ghost behind her staring at her all the time.

Since she finally realized how powerful the Ghost King is, she didn't bring up this topic of family affection for a while, and she didn't even read books, didn't tell stories, and didn't stare at him to water the flowers, which led to business problems. Progress is zero.

She was sitting next to the thatched hut, watching him from a distance, while asking the little ghost watering the flowers silently, asking about his birth date, time of death and the reason, and even wanted to introduce a marriage to her.

But the little female ghost was so frightened that she couldn't breathe if she was tens of meters away from the ghost king. She was trembling, and her soul was scared white.

(End of this chapter)