The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

There is only one entrance to the Palace of the Four Ghost Kings, and there are guards guarding the outside.Naturally, Mo Ran would not be so stupid as to go to the main entrance. He swept up the beams, and worried that the light of the soul-inducing lamp would attract unnecessary attention, so he hid the lamp in the Qiankun bag, and flew over the eaves and walls on top of the criss-crossed roof tiles , the figure was as fast as a black lightning.

This palace looks very grand from the outside, and inside is the corridors of Quyuan, overlapping.Mo Ran jumped to the top of a tower, and leaned down lightly, blending with the black bricks and tiles.He raised his eyes and looked down, the whole palace was like a small town, it was hard to see the side at a glance.

The ink burns infinitely anxious.

He finally understood why the man earlier refused to tell him where his master was, presumably because he was afraid of offending the ghost king.But even though he knew that Chu Wanning was in this palace at this moment, he was still helpless——

There are not one thousand but nine hundred palaces here. Where will Chu Wanning be?

He was like a man on the verge of finding a treasure, and his heart and hands trembled more than at first.

Master...

where are you?

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly saw a group of people walking towards the corner with a faint red lantern.They were all dressed in golden armor and boots.One by one, they walked from the east gate to the main trail, and after ten turns and eight turns, they came to an inconspicuous side room.

There was a towering old locust tree growing in the side room, which just blocked Mo Ran's sight. He could only see half of the courtyard, and the other half was hidden behind the flourishing branches and leaves.

When those Yin soldiers entered, there was a burst of table and chair ping-pong, shouting and drinking, making a mess.Suddenly a shriek pierced the sky, and a woman with disheveled hair was dragged and thrown into the yard. Her robe was half uncovered, most of it slipped off under the brutal pushing of the Yin soldiers, revealing her snow-like skin.

"Let you escape! I will let you fucking escape!"

The whip lashed the woman hard, it should be a tool of torture in the ghost world, even ghosts would be whipped so painfully that they would die.

The woman crawled on the ground trembling, she seemed to want to run, but there were officers and soldiers everywhere, she had nowhere to go.

"Smelly bitch, after entering the Four Kings Palace, you still want to go out?"

"I was innocent when I was alive! I have no sin! Why are you doing this to me!" the woman screamed, "Let me out, I'm going to reincarnate, I don't want to stay here!!"

It was another whipping, which made her cry again and again.

"Serving the four kings can avoid the suffering of reincarnation! You are really shameless!"

"He didn't like me! Why can't I go? I—ah—!"

Another whip fell against her face, and the woman burst into tears, trembling uncontrollably, but still wanted to crawl out.

Her animal-like embarrassment seemed to please the Yin soldiers under the Four Kings more and more, and the men were laughing.The "tributes" in the side room were dragged out one after another.

The Yin soldier in the lead said: "My colleagues have worked hard. In this yard, the four kings pick out the leftovers. I know that you are usually uncomfortable. Pick something you like to play with. If you like something in particular, come to me. Register here and bring it back to your home.”

The lewd ghosts under the Four Kings screamed, laughed wantonly, and went to the house to pick out very beautiful things.The woman outside was naturally not immune, surrounded by several people under the tree, and pounced on her like a hungry wolf, as if trying to chew her soul to pieces.

There was a sudden panting and chatter in the room, some were crying, some were yelling, some were begging for mercy.

Some people really couldn't stand this kind of torture, and wanted to get rid of it, so they sacrificed their souls to flatter them and try their best to please them.The ugliness of all living beings is the same whether in hell or on earth.

Mo Ran lightly fell from the tower, and sneaked to the roof of the side hall through the night.He thought to himself, according to the old man at the wonton stall, Chu Wanning just came, and he should not have been selected by the ghost king, so he would not be here, but he was still a little worried, so he lifted a small half of the black tile and looked down quietly.

The desire in the house was flourishing, and amidst the chaos, he saw a person's face.

Rong nine.

In the previous life, he doted on him a lot, but took advantage of his doting to plot against him and try to steal his cultivation, and he was actually among them.

He is the most clever, knowing life and death.

Many people in this room are struggling, unwilling to follow.Some dead people were still calling out the names of their lovers in the Yangshi in their mouths in the confusion, while others kept cursing in spite of their reputation.But Rong Jiu is different, Mo Ran knows this person, he loves money, loves life, of course, there is no life to love after death, but he also cherishes his soul and doesn't want to be abused again.

On the messy and spacious bed, almost all the unselected "tributes" around him were begging for forgiveness and struggling, but he closed his eyes and let the man gallop, his mouth was as soft as a cat's.

Mo Ran looked at his face covered with spring tides, and he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

He thought of Chu Wanning.

Rong Jiu is soft around the fingers, and Chu Wanning is Bai Steelmaking.

At first glance, it looks as cold and hard as black iron, and no one can break it.But in such a situation, Rong Jiu will please, he will flatter, and he will be willing to bend down and use his softness to build an indestructible battlement for himself.

But what about Chu Wanning?

Mo Ran doesn't even need to think about it, he can know what will happen to that person, he would rather die, and would rather fall into the [-]th floor of hell, who can move him?

The flowing water never breaks, only the steel knife breaks.

"boom!"

There was a startling sound at the end, which made the people in the house and the people on the roof terrified.

Mo Ran's face was pale, and he looked up into the courtyard.

Just now that flaming woman was pierced by a Yin soldier in the chest, her soul gradually became transparent, and tears flowed from her eyes.

Then, he paused for a moment.

Suddenly scattered into a little dust.

Soul flies away.

The Yin soldier who ruined her soul cursed and stood up, with a ferocious whip mark on his face, presumably the woman had just snatched his soul suppressing whip and whipped it on him.The Yin soldier spat: "Damn, bad luck! I've been a ghost, and I still can't think about it like this, bah! Smelly old women!"

The ink burns like falling into an ice cave.

He felt that what he saw just now was not the woman he had never met before, and he seemed to have seen the choice that Chu Wanning would make.

Rong Jiu is still flirting with those lewd ghosts, this is his unique skill to survive, clinging to those who are harder than him like silk, and engulfing people with his gentleness like a net.

The tributes in the room gradually began to submit, and the rotten stench made people's throats tighten, and they almost felt sick.

I don't know how long it took for a big show to come to an end.

Rong Jiu really made people reluctant to leave. Some officers and soldiers put on their clothes and went to the head to register. After the four kings have seen it, they can lead people back to their homes.

These people are all ghosts under the Four Kings, and they don't enter reincarnation. Although following them is not as good as following the Four Kings, it is always a place to avoid humiliation and live a comfortable life.

Rong Jiu was very satisfied with this.

The Yin soldier who wanted to take him back teased him again, it was late and he had to change the guard, so he left first.The group of demons gradually moved away, and the hall was desolate and messy, like a feast that ended, and the leftovers of wine and favors were spilled all over the floor, slowly cooling down.

He sat up lazily. As a man, he was the most calm among these people.

After dressing up, I looked in the bronze mirror and felt that my face was haggard after death, not as rosy as when I was alive, and it didn't match his brows and eyes.

So Rong Jiu ignored those women who were sobbing, dazed, and trembling, and he happily arranged his clothes, put on silk shoes, and walked into the yard.

There are also rouge flowers in hell, even more red and brilliant than those in the mortal world.He folded a bunch, dabbed the flower juice with his slender fingertips, smudged it on the tip of his lips, and spread it on his cheeks.

Everyone cares about different things, Rong Jiu was born with suffering, in his opinion, the so-called friendship is something that only noble people who are full of food can pursue.He is a dirty seed in the soil, he doesn't care about etiquette, justice, and shame. He only holds his own life in his arms, and when his life is gone, he holds his own soul.

Suddenly there was a slight rustling sound behind him, as if someone had touched the flowers and leaves.

He thought it was the official who was happy with him and came back, so he donated the spring in his eyes without hesitation. Everything is expensive, only the spring does not need money.

He looked back sweetly, and he was full of elegance and beauty, indisputable.

But when she saw clearly the person standing coldly beside the flowers, Rong Jiu took a sudden step back, her eyes widened and her lips parted slightly, as if she had been struck by lightning——

"It's you?!"

"It's me." Mo Ran said.

Rong Jiu's soft and charming face has changed into different poses, surprised, hesitant, gloating, angry, apprehensive, and pretending to be relaxed.

In the end, he settled on a cold expression.

He is used to being a smiley person, that kind of ruthlessness that is too aggressive, it feels heavy to wear on his face, he doesn't want to be too provocative.

"Why is Mr. Mo here?" The last time the two met was very unpleasant, Rong Jiu stood up straight, looking very indifferent.

The ink burned: "Looking for people."

Rong Jiu seemed to snort: "I never imagined that such a romantic person as Mr. Mo would not be able to let go in the ghost world."

Mo Ran didn't want to talk too much with him, so he took out the scroll and handed it to Rong Jiu: "Have you seen him?"

Rong Jiuyan looked at Meixing, glanced at her, and said with a sneer: "It's just such a beauty, and whose family is it?"

Mo Ran frowned and said, "What's wrong with you, just say you've seen him."

"No." Rong Jiu said flatly, "I don't want to tell you if there is."

"..."

"I'm tired, so I'll go back and rest. Mr. Mo can come and go wherever he wants, and don't send him off."

Mo Ran shouted at him: "Rong Jiu!"

The slender figure paused for a moment, then turned half of her charming face to one side, with some complacency: "Why?"

"I want to save him. If you want, I will save you too. There is no way here, you can't really hang out with those Yin soldiers." Mo Ran said, "Go back earlier."

Rong Jiu came over half of his face, and said in a charming voice: "Look at what Mr. Mo said, there is no way here, where is the way? Rong Jiu's life is miserable, and he has lived 20 years in the world. He feels that it is no different from here. It's just that the benefactor has changed from a human to a ghost, and if there is no reincarnation, what's the difference?"

"...You are begging for life under the tip of a knife."

Rong Jiu really smiled this time.He came back to his senses with a smile, and looked at Mo Ran: "Isn't I begging for life under the tip of a knife one day? People are the knife and I am the fish. If you meet some good people, you can reward more silver taels. If you meet someone like Mr. Mo 'Good man', it's a trivial matter not paying the money, I took some money and ran away, and turned around like I didn't know me. Mr. Mo, you stabbed me first, and then advised me to be careful with knives, you are really kind."

The author has something to say:

When Gouzi was young, he was determined to be a person who harbored no hatred and would protect the poor and happy people in the world, and it was this person who eventually became a demon with bloody hands and sins that could not be washed away.If Gouzi's mother has not been reincarnated, and Quanxia knows, it must be very sad.

And yesterday's update looks pitiful, but it's actually not that pitiful, because it was actually the best time in Gouzi's first 15 years.

When he first recalled, he said that at that time, at least there was a mother.

And later, the mother is gone.

In fact, I hope that there is no need to distinguish between right and wrong, and to distinguish between good and evil, loyalty and evil. Some people will change from good to evil, and some will crawl back to the world from hell.Only when a person has his loveliness, hatefulness, pity, and abomination can he have flesh and blood, and a world will have mistakes, repentance, injustice, and justice before it can become complete .

If a story is full of all good people, all three views, no emotional hesitation, characters confronting each other, moral conflicts, singing reform (cough) reform all the way, and the spring breeze blowing all over the ground, the people of the world will be happy. If you find fifty cents on the side of the road and wait for the owner for a year, why not turn on the TV at 07:30 and watch the [-]-episode series "News Network" on time, and you will be satisfied...