My host is always busy

Chapter 2 The ghost world
"Miss Zhu, I advise you not to make unnecessary struggles." The leader is Wu Haotian's right-hand man, Wang Jia.

"Heh, if I die, the Zhu family won't let you go, why don't you let me go, and our two sides will be safe." He tried to threaten, but the other party seemed unmoved.

Wang Jia frowned. He did feel sorry for the girl in front of him. Unfortunately, how could he dare to disobey his master's order?

"Miss Zhu, don't try to resist. These are not within the scope of my guarantee. The master's affairs will naturally be resolved by the master. Miss Zhu, do you jump by yourself, or we invite you down."

The calm voice seemed to be talking about daily life. Zhu Ling heard it, but she was so desperate. Turning around, she looked at the sea that seemed to be endless. The sea in the evening, it turned out that it was so lonely and cold...

As if she had made up her mind, a look of determination flashed across her face. The children of her Zhu family could not be tainted by others even if they died!
It was dark at night, and the coastline rose forward, and the sea water surged, slapping the coast mercilessly, stirring up layers of waves.

Wang Jia looked down, and couldn't help feeling sorry, Yingxia's number one beauty, the jewel in the palm of the Zhu family, just disappeared in a flash.

"Let's go." Wang Jia turned around, took the rest of the people, and left to return to his command.

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The other shore where the flowers bloom has no shore at all, and the river of forgetfulness is still in the river when the soul falls.I don't know the mist when I am drunk, and the lights are dimly cold in my dream.The flowers and leaves have not met each other for thousands of years, and the fate is endless and dancing.

The fiery red flowers are swaying in the wind, and the faint fragrance is refreshing, as if it can make people give up all the mundane world and forget all the mundane things.

"Crossing Huangquan Road, stepping over Naihe Bridge, drinking Meng Po Soup, forgetting about the past, there is no turning back, child, drink it." The gloomy voice came from the mouth of an old woman wearing a black hat.

I can't see the appearance clearly, but I only know that the ghosts passing by here call her - Po Meng.

"I won't drink." Zhu Ling pushed away the wooden bowl, she couldn't drink, she was not reconciled, why?The woman she had always regarded as her own sister took away her fiancé, the man she loved to the bone, and forced her to jump into the abyss. She had always been kind and never killed, but she died in vain.

Why can the happiness they stole last for a long time, but I have to step through the underworld and forget the past?No, not reconciled!
"Your obsession is too deep. If you don't drink my soup, you will go to hell and be tortured." The hoarse voice sounded again.

"I don't drink it." She just couldn't be reconciled, her hatred was hard to get rid of, and she forgot her past? !No, she doesn't want to!
"In this case..." Granny Meng stretched out her hand whirlingly, and just when her hand was about to fall on Zhu Ling, a voice from a ghost messenger came: "Grandma Meng, this person can't move!"

"Why?" The hoarse voice was calm but full of anger.

"Qianling asked his subordinates to bring a sentence: Millennium reincarnation, my king, it's time to wake up." After the ghost messenger finished speaking, Meng Po was stunned, and with a wave of her hand, Zhu Ling lost consciousness.

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When he woke up again, his whole body changed completely.

In the black rolling gold hall, there is a pure black desk in the hall. There is a row of people dressed in ancient guard uniforms standing on the left and right sides of the hall. The leaders on the left and right are all in white and the other in black.

"Black, black and white impermanence?" Zhu Ling was surprised, but calmed down in an instant. He has seen Huangquan Road, and black and white impermanence naturally exists.

"Wen Er doesn't want to drink Mengpo soup? Why?" Suddenly a voice came from behind, and Zhu Ling turned around. The person who walked in was still dressed in black, except for the white part, which was just a face. And it was pale, pale.

"Who are you?" asked suspiciously.

"Don't be rude! This is the Lord of the Ghost Realm, Pluto." Hei Wuchang glared at Zhu Ling fiercely. As a soul, she instantly felt a fear coming from her soul.

　Hahaha, the new book... is not considered a new book, but a previous book hahaha, it was blocked????????????, so its mother (that is, me) let it go back to the oven and remake it ..., I don't know what the judges think?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)