The king of Hades who was hunted down by the system

Chapter 79
The forest is deep, and the cold is even better.

The man had been standing there for an indeterminate amount of time, his legs were probably numb, and he didn't look like he had any cultivation, and he staggered a bit when he put the bouquet in front of the grave.

He looks about 20 years old, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, but his decadent temperament makes him look like an old man. He is dressed in black, unkempt, and even has blue stubble on his chin.

Mo Rang was standing not far behind him, but obviously, the man didn't notice him, and he was still in a daze to himself.

Looking at the appearance of the man in front of him, he touched his chin.

I should be a bystander now, looking at everything in front of me like reading a book, but the people in the book don't know my existence.

The white bouquet was placed next to the tombstone. Just by looking at the appearance of the bouquet, Mo Rang knew that this must be him before he lost his memory, not his so-called original self.

The bouquet of flowers was tied up in a modern way, with white magnolia flowers blooming shyly, wrapped in a layer of light yellow paper, and tied with a white ribbon underneath.

"Noble and sincere love."

That's what it means.

Mo Rang didn't like these flower language and the like, he thought it was troublesome, but he was very impressed with the magnolia flower, because it was also his mother's favorite flower species.

I still remember the scene of magnolia flowers blooming in the high school next door, the trees are full of silver flowers, and the branches of lotus are like.

If the woman in the sea of ​​blood is buried in the tomb, then Magnolia is a perfect match for her
Mo Rang just stood far away, looking at the grave in front of him sadly, feeling that the word "Jingyue" was the scar engraved on his heart.

This kind of scar cannot be touched, for fear that if touched, it will burst and bleed hot blood.

The pine breeze was still, as if being choked by the undercurrent, without even a sound.

The man standing in front of the grave didn't notice it, and looked at the tombstone alone, "It's been five years, those people at that time should be damned, they should be crippled and crippled, when will you come back?"

"Didn't I tell you a story, there is a legend called Naihe Bridge, when you get there, don't cross the bridge, you have to wait for me—"

"Of course, if you don't want to wait for me anymore, you should run quickly. Don't tell Granny Meng to catch me. You'll be full of soup and forget me."

coming!

Don't hold your breath, listen carefully to the man's soliloquy, and have a premonition that you may be able to know the reason for the approval of the will of hell.

The man didn't stop, his tone was hesitant and choked up, "But why, this world doesn't even have records of hell?"

"I looked through the books in Rongzhou, and they only said that there is hell, but they didn't talk about hell."

"You said, there is no reincarnation in this world, so where did those dead people go?"

"There are so many people in the underworld, some are good and some are bad. You have such a delicate temperament, what should you do if you offend someone?"

The decadent man's voice was plain and desolate, making the listener feel sad.

Love and hatred in the world can never be cut off, the word love is really bitter in the world.

Love is deep and lifeless, three parts of shallow soil, half of the wall is set in the sun.

On the gray tombstone, the sun shines through the mottled pine needles, Mo Rang saw "I" standing in front of the grave, standing straight like a green bamboo, and the dead eyes seemed to come alive, and seemed to be crazy generally.

"There is nothing in the world, but it must be in the world! How can we live in a world without reincarnation?!"

He asked questions to the pine forest, but there was still a lonely tomb in front of him.

For a long time, it was so long that the sky turned dark, and the pine forest was even more demonic and terrifying.

Mo Rang could feel a trace of black air coming from a distance. Although it was not thick, it carried a menacing deterrent. His feet did not move. He still stood quietly in the distance and watched "myself" move.

"Kick the dusty world with two feet, and carry all the worries of the past and the present with one shoulder!!"

"Why can't we build something that doesn't exist in the world!"

The man seemed to be enlightened and insane. His body was weak and weak due to fatigue, and his body was as fragile as dead wood. Just the movement of raising his hand made a creaking sound, and his pale and thin face was flushed.

His eyes still had gentle curves, but now they became sharper, as if he really wanted to kick this world upside down, and the melancholy in his heart could even climb upstairs.

He was immersed in emotion, not knowing what horror was coming.

The sun was dim, and the black air was gradually approaching. It seemed that it was ink that could not be melted, and it became clearer in the eyes of ghosts and gods.

First, endless black air appeared in the pine forest, and the air froze like a colloid. A red figure got closer and closer. Standing here, she could only see her slender bones, and she had a different kind of weirdness on her body.

"Tick tock, tick tock."

There was some liquid dripping on the ground, combined with the gloom of the pine forest, it made the place even more eerie.

"Ghost General?!"

The strong black ghost aura is undoubtedly a ghost, but in the usual sweet bloody smell, there is still a faint fragrance at this time, as if some soft fat melted in the candle, sparing no effort to flow out the floating dark fragrance .

Mo Rang looked intently, and in his scarlet eyes of ghosts and gods, the figure in the ghostly aura gradually became clearer.

"She" has slender limbs, which makes her somewhat tattered red dress appear wider. Her face is covered with fresh snow, covered with mountains and lakes, like the wisdom of a magnolia just blooming. Just looking at "her" is like being in a fairyland. , even the breath is fragrant.

If it weren't for the huge and strong ghost aura that intimidated the whole body, the evil ghost in front of him could be painted.

——It's like, the stunning beauty in the world that he met when he was young, has since made him see mountains as mountains, and water as water.

At this time, the white hair of the evil spirit was scattered behind him, and his green eyes looked at the man strangely, and even drops of bright red blood dripped from the dress, and he silently approached the bewildered man in front of the grave.

Mo Rang subconsciously gave way to let the evil ghost pass by, until "she" passed through his body unconsciously, Mo Rang came back to his senses in embarrassment.

In front of the gray-white stone tablet, the madman-like man sat withered and stood for a long time, but now he was leaning on the tombstone like a child returning home, his long hair like splashed ink hanging down his arms to the ground.

"Jingyue?!"

As if sensing something, the man turned his head in an instant, and met the eyes of the evil ghost Senlu, the greedy and bloodthirsty expression inside was completely unfamiliar.

The blood-red color seemed to be scattered all over the world. Before he had time to react, he was pushed down vigorously, and his back hit the tombstone hard.

"hiss--"

"Pfft!"

The red dress covered his whole body, and a white, cold head rested on the side of his face. Then, the skin on his neck was severely torn open.

And he just relaxed the muscles all over his body, and put his hand on the white head tentatively.

"Without the way of reincarnation, can the soul only become like this?"

Whether he is asking others or himself, I am afraid that only he knows.

"Will they all turn into evil spirits and kill each other?"

"Heavenly"

The arm should have been eaten, because of the blood loss, he was cold all over at this time, and his eyes were dark with death.

He is dying.
It's okay to die
Like Jingyue, he can forget everything and become an evil ghost with only the instinct to devour.
But how can you be reconciled!

　There are still two final papers that have not been written, and I cried out with a cry.

　　I wish everyone good results in the final exam.

　　I feel like the few subscriptions I have now are all about true love (><)
　　Daily confession everyone duck

　　
　
(End of this chapter)