God-level Selection System

Chapter 848

"The mountains and rivers in this painting are all your husband has walked." Xia Dongqing explained. "He said he also wants you to take a look."

"Here, when did he paint this?" The painter's wife asked excitedly with tears.

Xia Dongqing and Wang Xiaoya looked at each other without making a sound.

One of the painter's paintings was the last flower he saw growing on the cliff. When the painter's wife's tears fell on it, a miracle happened.

The flower fell off the paper, turned into a red light, and fell on the same but dying flower in the house. After that, the flower miraculously came alive and bloomed with bright red.

The painter's love is back again, for people and flowers.

"Don't be too sad." Wang Xiaoya comforted.

"It's okay, thank you for the pictures you sent." The artist's wife said, "Oh no, thank you for sending me such beautiful flowers."

"I just want to tell my husband that I used to be sad, but now I am fine."

The painter's soul stood in front of his wife, looking at her affectionately.

"You said this woman's receptive ability is a bit strong. She was not so surprised to see the flower live at a speed visible to the naked eye." After leaving the painter's house, Wang Xiaoya muttered as she walked on the road.

"Maybe." Xia Dongqing replied, "Maybe it's too sad, and I don't feel the strangeness in the eyes of these ordinary people."

"You said that this night, this palace helped you so much, you can't ask me to eat, drink, sing a song or something."

"Can you walk with me?" Xia Dongqing said.

"what!"

Before Wang Xiaoya could react, Xia Dongqing grabbed Wang Xiaoya's hand, and Wang Xiaoya twisted twice and followed Xia Dongqing obediently.

After walking a few steps, Wang Xiaoya said shyly: "Shall we just walk until dawn? That's too much like two wandering souls!"

"Don't you think this is quite romantic?" Xia Dongqing said.

I just think it saves money like this. Wang Xiaoya muttered in her heart, but her body was still very honestly nestling next to Xia Dongqing.

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A long, long time ago, there was a kind of biology who used to stand on two feet and try to open the legs.

Since then, they have embarked on a journey.

It was a never-ending journey driven by time.

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In the morgue, a hand with a hanging sign suddenly moved.

Then the corpse on the shelf sat up.

Her eyes widened, she twisted her stiff neck, and there were a lot of dark corpses on her body.

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With the light wings of love, I fly over the courtyard wall, the brick wall, and cannot block love, or even death.

Satisfied with the theater.

"What is this? You idiot, tell me where are you from."

A **** the stage is trying to play.

"stop!"

Shouted the female director.

"Director, this is too suitable for our Juliet."

The female director shook her head.

"What's wrong?"

"Substitution!"

The female director is unquestionably authentic.

"Change it?"

"Substitution."

In the dressing room, the female director sits on the chair with upset and irritability, holding a fan in her hand and fanning constantly.

"My great director, don't be upset. Romeo, like me, is not in a hurry to find my Juliet."

Her boyfriend put his hands on her shoulders, comforting her, "Pale, decadent, sexy, nervous... How can there be such a suitable candidate."

"Yes, the little fairy who came out of the grave."

"The fairy who came out of the grave? It's unscientific."

"Why do you want to be so scientific, science is not fun, you know?"

"You can just find someone who is beautiful and good at acting," the boyfriend said impatiently.

"No, this is my scene. I want to find my Juliet. If I can't find my Juliet, I don't want to film it."

The female director immediately retorted without question.

"Okay...you find it, you find it slowly, I don't believe you can find it."

"I'll go to the toilet."

The female director left unhappily.

The female director walked out of the single room in the bathroom and heard a strange movement next door.

She leaned against the door and listened carefully, and fell silent again.

With a hint of doubt, the female director walked out of the bathroom while chewing on her fingers. As she was washing her hands, there seemed to be movement again.

She suddenly turned off the faucet and listened with her ears upright, and then walked back on tiptoe.

"Anyone?" she knocked on the door and asked.

No one responded.

Just as she turned around, the door suddenly opened and a girl inside fell out.

The female director was so frightened that she sat down on the ground, and the girl in white inside looked up at her with a dull look.

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"Romeo, Romeo."

"Why are you Romeo? Deny your father and abandon your name. Maybe you don't want to do this. Then you just have to swear to be my lover, and I don't want to be named Capulet anymore."

"Should I keep listening, or talk to him now."

The girl held her hands in front of her, and said affectionately: "Your name is my enemy. Even if you are not named Montagu, you are still the same you. What does it matter if your last name is not Montagu? It is not a hand, nor is it. The feet, not the arms, nor the face, nor any other part of the body."

"Ye Chen, why would you show me such an old thing?"

Jade watched Romeo coming on stage, and Juliet complained.

Such a complete Western-style drama, Jade, an authentic Oriental, said that he could not appreciate it, but felt that it was full of embarrassment in his ears, and it was very artificial.

"I haven't seen it either. Wang Xiaoya said that this is a classic, and it is very foreign, so he gave me two tickets."

Ye Chen confessed honestly.

"It must be Xiaoya who didn't want to see it herself, so she gave you the ticket for nothing."

Jade suddenly figured it out.

"Um, maybe it is, I wondered why Wang Xiaoya was suddenly so kind."

Ye Chen suddenly realized, shook his head and said: "Forget it, don't watch it, I just want to sleep after seeing it."

"Hmm, let's go."

Jade agreed.

After walking through the two halls, Ye Chen suddenly stopped.

"Huh? Why aren't you leaving?"

Jade asked suspiciously.

"There is something here, something different."

"Is there a ghost?" Jade thought of this for the first time.

"Not Yin Qi, but Corpse Qi."

"Moisture? Maybe there is no sunshine here all year round."

"The corpse of the dead body is not wet and wet."

Ye Chen corrected it, then took Jade's hand and said quietly, "Go, let's go in and take a look."

In the rehearsal hall.

The female director said excitedly: "Look, everyone, the bride who walked out of the grave, my Juliet!"

"Director, it's really pretty, and it looks like that zombie bride, who can act."

The deputy director asked.

"I picked it up in the bathroom, and I haven't heard her say anything yet, isn't it a dumb?"

The female director's boyfriend said.

The resurrected girl stood in the center of the stage, curious and skeptical glances from all directions.

She opened her mouth and seemed to be familiar with this body.

"Rome, Romeo..."

She tried to say, "Romeo, Romeo."

"Why are you Romeo? Deny your father and abandon your name. Maybe you don't want to do this. Then you just have to swear to be my lover, and I don't want to be named Capulet anymore."

The female director rushed to the stage excitedly and shouted: "This is the second scene of the second act."

The female director glanced at her boyfriend in the stands behind her again and gave him a look.

Her boyfriend understood her meaning at once, and then the line: "Should I keep listening, or talk to him now."

The girl held her hands in front of her, and said affectionately: "Your name is my enemy. Even if you are not named Montagu, you are still the same you. What does it matter if your last name is not Montagu? It is not a hand, nor is it. The feet, not the arms, nor the face, nor any other part of the body."

"God gifted! God gifted me a Juliet."

The female director sighed.

The girl looked at the female director and smiled at the corner of her mouth.

After stepping down, the girl stiffly walked to a corner of the stand and sat down, and Ye Chen brought Jade to her side.

"Hello there."

The girl twisted her rigid neck and looked at Ye Chen.

"You don't know me, but I know you, cold water **** must be tough!"

Ye Chen raised his eyebrows, said deeply.

A trace of panic flashed in the girl's eyes, extremely vigilant.

"Don't panic, I am not here to catch your soul ferryman."

Ye Chen also admired: "You can escape from the cold water hell, you are quite capable."

"What is the cold water hell?"

Jade asked.

"There are eighteen levels of **** in the underworld. Each level of **** performs its duties and punishes human beings who commit various sins. In the eyes of the underworld, suicide is an act that does not cherish life and is also a sin. Hanshui Hell is to detain people who have committed this kind of crime." Ye Chen explained.

"In the cold water hell, the cold air passes through the soul every day. The taste cannot be described by words, but I always thought that the cold water **** of the **** was too unreasonable. It is too difficult to be born as a human. There are many things in life. The pain to people is worse than losing their lives. Sometimes, avoiding is not a shameful choice."

Ye Chen continued: "It's really tired, so why do you want to live so painfully?"

"that is because……"

Jade wanted to rebut.

"Woman, take back your chicken soup."

Ye Chen glanced at Jade Road.

"I am a girl."

"What are you trying to say?"

Asked the "girl" who escaped from the underworld and resurrected the soul.

"I want to help you." Ye Chen said.

"help me?"

The girl looked at Ye Chen suspiciously and didn't believe what he said.

"Helping you is also helping myself. You escaped from the cold water hell. The soul ferryman in this area, Zhao Li, will come to the door soon. In front of him, you are nothing." Ye Chen said, "but I I can tell you a way to restrain the soul from ferrying people."

"what way?"

Although the girl didn't believe in Ye Chen, she still asked subconsciously.

"Corpse oil."

Ye Chen answered, leaving the rehearsal hall with Jade.

Jade followed Ye Chen, with nowhere to put his two small hands. He wanted to be held by Ye Chen as before, but was embarrassed to take the initiative.

"Why do you help her deal with Zhao Li? What if she really kills Zhao Li?"

Jade is a little worried and authentic.

Although he is not very familiar with the fascinating official Zhao, after all, he met once, and Jade felt that Ye Chen's doing this was a bit of a knife in the back, which was not very appropriate.

"Don't worry, she can't kill Zhao Li, I just want her to help me try Zhao Li's depth."

Ye Chen explained with a smile.

"That's good."

Jade felt a little relieved.

Ye Chen glanced at Jade An Ran's expression, she was really a kind little girl.

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The resurrected girl sits on a bench under the big willow tree in the park, enjoying the long-lost sunshine while absorbing the yin radiating from the willow tree.

She picked up a piece of greenery falling on the chair and carefully examined it before her eyes.

"I know who you are?"

Official Zhao came over, sat next to her, took the green leaf in her hand and put it on the tip of her nose and sniffed.

"I'm here specifically for you."

"It's very cold in the water, you haven't felt the warmth for a long time... Today, at more than 30 degrees, even if you use the Yin pressure system, your body will not last long, and it will not take long. Your body will smell bad, corpse Will spread all over the body."

"Hair will dry out."

Zhao Li picked up the long hair from the girl’s ear, took a deep breath, and said, “Because you committed suicide, you have to serve 300 years in 15-layer cold water **** before you can be reincarnated. Now you escape with someone else’s body. Now, all sins and punishments are doubled. If you repent now, maybe I can help you intercede and fight for mercy. I know it’s very cold and unbearable, but the sins brought by suicide, you must do it yourself repay."

Speaking of this, the female director came over with two ice creams.

"I'll see you again tonight."

Official Zhao said last.

Seeing the figure of Zhao Li leaving, the female director walked up in confusion, sat down and asked, "Who is that person?"

"Choose a conversation, you can ignore him."

"what is your name?"

The girl was silent.

"Where do you live?"

The girl shook her head.

The female director felt very helpless: "You haven't spoken since yesterday. It's not your lines. I thought you were dumb."

"Are you really Juliet?"

The girl still didn't speak, just reached out her hand and touched the female director's hair, then quickly attached it, checked her lips, and quickly recovered her sluggish appearance.

The female director touched her lips, her face covered in circles.

On the way home at night.

The female director’s boyfriend asked, "Did you really let her live in the costume room?"

"Yes, what's the matter?"

"It's too weird. It suddenly came out like a ghost. What age is it? I don’t even have a mobile phone on my body, and I don’t have a source. I don’t talk about anything. I’m not dumb. I know how to speak. Drama."

"Is this the best actor? Just say the lines and nothing else."

The female director retorted badly.

"I don't even have documents, maybe it's a fugitive!"

"Why didn't you see your imagination so rich when writing the script? Why are you, like Sister Xianglin, have such dissatisfaction?"