God-level Selection System

Chapter 847: Men on the Road

Has it been a long time?

Neither eat nor sleep...have been away for a long time.

The scenery along the way is deserted, but there is no turning back.

The road under your feet is endless...

Convenience Store No. 444.

Xia Dongqing was carrying a lot of goods outside the store, and it was also quite hard.

"Hey--"

On the street, a middle-aged man with a tired look, holding a trekking pole in his hand, and carrying a heavy travel bag behind him, he is in the dust.

He looked around as he walked, seeming a little confused.

"What do you need?"

Noting this strange middle-aged man, Xia Dongqing also spoke.

"This...what is this place?"

It seems to be quite shocked, the middle-aged man is also surprised to be able to meet a living person here.

"This is Convenience Store 444. Would you like to come in and sit for a while?"

It is not difficult for anyone with a discerning eye to see that the middle-aged man looks very tired and dusty.

The middle-aged man sat aside, Xia Dongqing offered him a glass of water.

"Drink!"

"I'm not thirsty..."

The middle-aged man pushed the glass a little further, and said strangely: "It's strange! I haven't seen anyone for a long time."

"You look a little tired, so you should rest for a while."

"Yeah, I'm very tired, but I can't rest, I have encountered a very strange thing."

Middle-aged man said.

"I have encountered a lot of very strange things."

Xia Dongqing Yun said lightly.

"You are right, I should rest, I should rest."

The middle-aged man muttered to himself.

"Are you a traveler?"

Xia Dongqing looked at his heavy luggage and asked.

"I am an illustrator, specializing in painting various flowers."

The middle-aged man picked up a picture album he had pressed under his backpack and showed it to Xia Dongqing.

"Ye Chen, what's going on?" Jade muttered beside Ye Chen.

With Ye Chen's help, Jade also gradually developed the power of medicine, and naturally he could feel some different existence.

This middle-aged man with a tired look, Jade felt that the temperature of the convenience store had dropped several degrees since he came in.

And he was so gloomy, he was clearly a ghost!

"Just look at it and you will know."

Ye Chen looked at it.

"You must think it's weird for a big man to paint all kinds of flowers."

The painter said.

"No, I think they are beautiful."

"Flowers are wonderful. They are so beautiful, but their lives are so short. In order to keep their beauty, I took up the paintbrush, and I continued their lives with the paintbrush."

"Later I opened a flower shop, looking after the business, while painting, one day, a girl came to the shop, she loved flowers, I loved her, she also fell in love with me, and then she Became my wife."

"I gave her a pot of flowers. The flowers were very beautiful. My wife took care of them. I was even a little jealous."

"I have become more and more adept at painting flowers, but I don’t know when I started, I don’t know where the problem is. I can’t keep the life of the flower. The flowers I paint are dead, without a soul. The editors of, neither can the readers, but it was terrible to me. I was very impatient at the time, and even my wife could not comfort me."

"The real flowers should bloom in the mountains and in the sunshine and spring breeze, instead of cutting them off and putting them in a vase, waiting for death. I think I have to look for real flowers. I want to bring them back with a paintbrush. I just indulged in pursuit of my dream."

"I saw the real flower, which is very different from the one in the city. I just walked like this. I really want to walk forever. Until one day I saw it, it was the same as the pot I gave to my wife, but it The colors are brighter, and the grace is more swaying. The flowers are like magic. For the first time, I didn’t spread out the drawing paper. I suddenly thought of my home and the wife I had left behind.”

"Huh, men really don't have a good thing."

Jade snorted coldly, twisted Ye Chen's arm, and breathed.

"That's him, what does it matter to me?"

People sitting at home, the pot came from the sky, touching his arm, Ye Chen also complained quite innocently.

"Then have you picked the flowers?"

Xia Dongqing asked curiously.

"I can't remember..."

The painter scratched his head and said with some pain: "I only remember that I was on the road again. I seem to have only one thought in my heart, which is to go home. I miss my home and my wife."

"But when I got home, everything was fine in the house. There was freshly cut watermelon in the kitchen, my wife’s shoes were on the floor, and my clothes were hanging on the clothes rack. The pot of flowers I gave to my wife was about to die. My wife will never let the flowers die like this."

"In the bedroom, the jewelry she often wears is also on the table, but she is not there, silent, deadly silent!"

"Intuition tells me something bad must have happened. I think my wife must be near home. I have to find her, but the street is familiar and the shops are familiar, but there is no one on the street. The whole city Deathly silence, only one shop was lit..."

"I want to go home again, maybe my wife is waiting for me at home, but I find that I'm lost, and the road in front of me is becoming more and more unfamiliar. I can't remember the direction of home, and no matter how I go... A shop with lights on."

"The only one!"

Although the painter didn't say it clearly, everyone present knew that the store he said was convenience store No. 444.

In fact.

As a shop under the name of Zhao Li, the soul ferryman, this convenience store is not simpler than it looks. Whether it is a ghost or a ghost, you can see this shop...

And the shop has a special attraction for ordinary ghosts.

Otherwise, even if Xia Dongqing has yin and yang eyes and can see ghosts, he will not be able to come into contact with so many and all kinds of ghosts in such a short period of time!

I saw the painter looking at Xia Dongqing with a look of confusion.

"I just wanted to ask you, do you know what's going on? Where did my wife go? How is this city?"

"The problem is in the wrong direction, not what happened to this city, but what happened to you."

Suddenly, I saw the official Zhao coming in from outside, while talking, he picked up a bottle of beer in the refrigerator, flicked his thumb, and the bottle cap flew away.

"What's wrong with me?"

The painter asked.

"tell him!"

Official Zhao glanced at Xia Dongqing Road.

"Tell me, what happened to me?"

The painter stared at Xia Dongqing as if he had seen the last straw.

"Actually, it's not that there are no people in this city, but that you can't see it..."

Xia Dongqing explained: "You said that when you went home just now, you only saw your wife's clothes and shoes, but the person was not there. In fact, she has been at home, but you can't see her, and she can't see you."

"Why, why is this?"

The painter recalled what he saw at home, and asked incredulously: "What happened to my eyes?"

"Why didn't you tell him the point?"

Official Zhao glanced at Xia Dongqing, and said in a deep tone: "It's not what happened to your eyes, it's because you are dead."

"You are joking, you must be joking, I am not dead."

The painter shook his head in pain.

"Think about it again!"

The official Zhao shouted angrily, and the surrounding environment instantly dimmed.

The official Zhao gave this poor soul a trace of power, which had gone from a ghost to a wandering soul, and he finally remembered that when he was climbing to pick the flower, he fell from the mountain and was already dead.

"You are dead, there is a law of the sun, and you must follow the rules of the underworld when you die."

Official Zhao returned to normal.

"You two are black and white and impermanent!"

The painter said in shock, "I don't want to go to the underworld with you, I want to go home, I want to see my wife."

After speaking, the painter rushed out.

Xia Dongqing watched the painter escape, but Zhao Li still sat in the seat without moving, and asked curiously: "Why don't you chase him?"

"You don't need to chase, his power is too weak, he can't do without the area of ​​convenience store 444, he will come back by himself in a while."

Ye Chen explained.

"Then can he go back?"

Xia Dongqing asked.

"I can't go back. If he doesn't enter the underworld and is not protected by the law of the underworld, there are only two ways, one is getting stronger and stronger and becoming a ghost, and the other is getting weaker and weaker until his soul is dissipated. His situation will be the latter."

Sure enough, after a while, the artist went back and forth to the convenience store 444.

"I beg you, please help me, I just want to see my wife one last time, I am sorry for her."

The painter cried and cried authentically.

"It's useless, you can't see her, and she can't see you."

Official Zhao said.

Hearing this, the painter sat on the cold ground with a look of pain and despair, clutching his hair with both hands, beating his chest and feet.

"If you want to help him, you have to do it as soon as possible. He can't leave if he wants to go right away."

Official Zhao patted Xia Dongqing's shoulder with sympathy.

"Official Zhao, what can you do to help him!"

"Yes, yes, just feed him with other ghosts to increase his ghost power, but do you think I will do this?" Zhao Li said.

Xia Dongqing looked sympathetically at the sobbing painter. People only knew that the man had tears and didn't flick it lightly, but they didn't know the second half of it, but it was not sad.

Separated from the yin and yang of the one you love, you are clearly in front of you, but you don't see each other.

You live at the head of the Yangtze River, and I live at the end of the Yangtze River.

"Ye Chen has a trick, it depends on whether he is willing or not."

Official Zhao glanced at Ye Chen and reminded him softly in Xia Dongqing's ear.

of course.

It wasn't that Zhao Li, the soul ferryman who had extradited countless ghosts, suddenly showed kindness and wanted to help this painter or something, but Zhao simply wanted to borrow this matter to test Ye Chen.

Xia Dongqing quickly walked to Ye Chen's side: "Ye Chen, help him, he is so pitiful..."

"Ye Chen, do you have a way? Then you can help him!"

Jade was also moved by the separation of love, and pleaded with Ye Chen: "How pitiful you think they are! People who clearly love each other are right in front of them, but they can't see each other or touch each other. They are one in each other's eyes Tuan air, if one day we two too."

"Yes, stop, you crow's mouth, don't think about the good things, I can't help you."

Ye Chen said.

"Great."

Jade danced handily happily.

"Ye Chen, you finally did a job this time."

Xia Dongqing also agreed. It's rare for Ye Chen to talk so well.

"Go, do you know how to speak, really awkward to praise."

Ye Chen frowned and glanced at Xia Dongqing in disgust.

With his character, if it weren't for the affection of the little girl Jade, how could he do such a thankless thing.

"But fortunately, the last time I got a lot of pure soul power from that picture of Concubine Yang's night makeup, otherwise this time, I really want this fellow Zhao Li to poke out something..."

Looking at the official Zhao who was not far away, Ye Chen also stretched out his palm, and a pure soul power followed his fingers into the painter's body.

"This power can temporarily support you until you meet your wife, but it can only last for a day at most!"

"If you have anything to explain, just take advantage of this time to explain it!"

After doing all this, Ye Chen was also a quiet way.

"Thanks!"

…………

"Hey, Dongqing, you have to be reimbursed for the money I got from the taxi!"

In the elevator, Wang Xiaoya turned the long necklace hanging around her neck and said.

"Don't be so stingy, can you? I will pay you after I have paid the salary, and then you will knock on the door!"

Xia Dongqing Road.

The official Zhao sent Xia Dongqing and the painter to the painter's house downstairs and immediately dazzled. Xia Dongqing had no choice but to ask Wang Xiaoya for help.

At such a late hour, he was embarrassed to knock on a young woman's door.

"I am your maid."

"You are my grandma."

Xia Dongqing is flattering and authentic.

"How come your mouth is so sweet today, so good!"

Wang Xiaoya was unexpectedly authentic.

"Isn't this asking you? You said that if you didn't have you, if you knocked on a widow's door in the middle of the night, people would definitely treat me as a hooligan."

"Yes."

The ghost of the painter is still too weak. Although he is backed by the soul power provided by Ye Chen, the painter can only see other people, and people cannot see him.

"The flower?"

At the painter's house, Xia Dongqing saw the pot of flowers that the painter said he gave to his wife.

"It has been withered for a long time."

The painter's wife said, "Since my husband left, this flower has withered day by day."

Suddenly, it seemed that he had remembered something, and he said again.

"You don't know yet. My husband was killed on the mountain not long ago. The body has not been sent back, but it has been confirmed that it was him."

The painter's wife said slowly.

The ghost of the painter is watching his beloved wife, but he can't do anything.

"This is your husband painted for you."

Xia Dongqing handed out a scroll of paintings drawn on a special paper from the official Zhao.

"My husband is a painter, but he has never painted for me."

The painter's wife was talking while opening the painting tube.