Stop teasing ghosts when you're fighting

The illusion creates different scenes with the lives and experiences of the immigrants. Xie Jing was already prepared to face his brain-dead self when he was a child, but he didn't expect his illusion to be completely different from him!

At this time, Xie Jing was sitting on the horseback with a dazed face. You asked him why he was riding a horse, but he didn't know. He only knew that he was sitting on a horse when he entered the dream, and his body was out of his control.

The horse, which was still pacing slowly, suddenly sped up its pace, and rushed out like an arrow off the string with a roar. The vast grassland in front of Ben's eyes suddenly turned into an abyss. Shrink, what's going on?

He wanted to rein in the horse, but instead of failing, his legs clamped the horse's belly uncontrollably, forcing the horse to move forward. A feathered arrow flew from behind him, and his body automatically turned to the side, only to escape narrowly. Xie Jing's heart skipped a beat in fright.

He watched his hand touch the saber at his waist, and his heart tightened, "Damn it, what's going on?" !

Xie Jing didn't expect it well, a white light flashed, and the sword was firmly inserted into the horse's back, and this time he got off the horse and ran faster.

It's over, now it's Amitabha.

Xie Jing prayed and closed her eyes, only to hear the horse neighing, Xie Jing felt her body rise into the air, and with a swipe, she fell directly to the bottom of the cliff.

it hurts...

Xie Jing didn't have time to complain, her eyelids rolled and she fell into the darkness.

"Welcome to my king, my king will live forever—"

"My king will live forever—"

When Xie Jing opened his eyes again, he was standing on the high hall, and a dark group of people knelt down below, shouting for thousands of generations.

Where is this again?Isn't he dead? No, the person he possessed is dead. It's impossible to fall off the cliff without dying. Could it be that he possessed someone else?

Xie Jing tried to move her body, but there was still no reaction, so she knew that she still couldn't manipulate her body, Xie Jing sighed, forget it, just treat it as watching a 3D movie.

Thinking of this, Xie Jing immediately calmed down.

He felt that he opened his mouth, and a familiar but very cold voice suddenly sounded in the hall: "This life is really boring, and you don't have to wait here in the future. I have already planned to go to this world for a while."

"Don't Qiong."

As soon as the words fell, the man next to him knelt down in front of him with a basin of water.

Xie Jing saw a pair of slender hands with ten fingers dipped in the water. He wanted to look at the man's face, but the face reflected in the water was very blurry, but the man's scarlet eyes were very clear.

Red pupil? !Could it be that this man is the ghost king! !

As if confirming his conjecture, the man wiped his bare hands, and the people of His Highness said in unison: "Send my king—"

The king of ghosts, Feng Chen, was reviled by everyone when he was a human being, and worshiped by all ghosts when he was a ghost.

He is a born yin person with a physique that attracts ghosts. When he was born, his mother died. When he was three years old, his father died. It was also regarded as a monster and tied to a cross, and a fire burned on his body. The fire burned for a month, until the bones were gone, and it was still burning.

People in the village felt that this evil spirit was too powerful, so they moved away one after another. After his death, Feng Chen possessed the power of a ghost and was gifted with intelligence. At that time, the ghost world was unowned, and ghosts were haunting everywhere. It was Feng Chen who broke this fragmented situation and formed a unified situation.

For the people in the village, Feng Chen hadn't touched him. He buried his parents again and honored them as the ghost father and ghost mother.

It may be that she was still young and hadn't really experienced the human world. After Feng Chen died, she was full of strong desire for the human world. When the situation in the ghost world stabilized, Feng Chen would enter the world. Unfortunately, no life of Feng Chen ended peacefully. Perhaps it was in accordance with the fate that was doomed when he was born, all of them died tragically, except for this life...

Xie Jing also saw Shen Cheng, the 17-year-old Shen Cheng, the filthy Shen Cheng he had never seen before...

"Go to hell! Go to hell!" A boy was squatting on the corpse, stabbing at the person below him, and there were corpses all around him, and the person kept coughing blood: "Help...help ..."

Shen Cheng stabbed with his sword, and the man died, but he didn't intend to stop.

He didn't stop until the corpse under him was crumbled and the blood spurted out gradually decreased.

Er, the voices of officers and soldiers came from outside the mansion: "Quick! Surround this mansion quickly, and the rest follow me in to arrest the criminals!"

Shen Cheng sat on the corpse panting heavily, tears streaming down his face.

Father and mother, I avenged you...

Shen Cheng lowered his eyelashes, and suddenly a pair of black boots appeared in his eyes.

Ah, it seems that he also has to die...

Shen Cheng was already ready to be taken away by someone. He had imitated these scenes countless times in his mind. He imagined himself being captured by officers and soldiers, the executioner, and those bystanders. The terrified and curious eyes of the readers.

Shen Cheng chuckled lightly, and stretched out his hand to wipe his neck: I don't know if the knife that cut off his neck was cold or not, he was always afraid of the cold.

Shen Cheng was just thinking about it, when a white hand suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

"You look tired, do you need me to give you a hand?"

Shen Cheng's hand on his neck paused, and he looked at the clearly textured palm stretched out to him, slightly dazed.

He didn't expect this situation, was he sympathized by the officers and soldiers?

The visitor seemed to know what he was thinking, and said, "I'm not an officer and soldier, pass me your hand."

Shen Cheng was taken aback for a moment, he raised his head, and his eyes met the man's scarlet eyes, somehow he listened to his words, and put his hands on them in a strange way.

The man held his hand and pulled him up with a little force.

Xie Jing, who was attached to Feng Chen's body, could naturally see Shen Cheng. He was really shocked when he saw such a embarrassed person in front of him. He never thought that someone like the breeze and the moon would appear in front of him in this posture. .

It turns out that he also looks like this...

Shen Cheng was pulled up suddenly, staggered a few steps, almost fell, stabilized a few times, and then stood up in the pile of corpses. Shen Cheng raised his head and said in a daze: "You are..."

Feng Chen said concisely: "The person who saved you, you just need to remember this."

Shen Cheng lowered his head with a groan, and suddenly a cold light appeared in his peripheral vision.

"careful!"

Xie Jing felt a gust of cold wind blowing, his brain was exhausted, but his body reacted.

Feng Chen didn't turn his head back, and directly punched him behind with one hand, the knife hanging above his head stopped suddenly, the person who attacked him opened his eyes wide in horror, there was a huge hole in his stomach.

"Pfft-"

The blood gradually came out two meters away, Feng Chen withdrew his hand without changing his expression, and the man collapsed on the ground straight.

Feng Chen looked at the blood on his hand, and raised an eyebrow: "It's really careless, I thought it was cleaned up, but I missed another one..."

Shen Cheng stared at the person in front of him in a daze, and those eyes became scarlet again.

Xie Jing was attached to Feng Chen's body, so he couldn't see Feng Chen's expression clearly, he only knew that Feng Chen broke into a smile, which should be a very warm smile, because Shen Cheng, who had been trembling all over, had calmed down now.

Feng Chen raised Shen Cheng's jaw, narrowed his eyes slightly, and took his hand again.

"Hey, don't be afraid, let me protect you..."

Seeing this, Xie Jing somehow wanted to withdraw the hand that was pinching Shen Cheng's chin, he felt very uncomfortable.

As soon as this scene was over, Xie Jing felt his eyes go dark. He thought that another scene would change, and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself standing in the middle of the stone wall, surrounded by darkness.

A flash of fire danced in the depths of the darkness, Xie Jing was puzzled, so he walked over looking for the light, and the outline of a person slowly became clear in front of his eyes.

When he stood in front of that person, he saw clearly that it was Shen Cheng who was sitting against the stone wall with a burning fire talisman.

Xie Jing was overjoyed: "Uncle Jiu!"

"Shh." Shen Cheng pointed to the sleeping person next to him, Xie Jing immediately silenced, Shen Cheng stood up this time and signaled Xie Jing to follow him to the other side.

Xie Jing looked back at the sleeping man lying on the ground, feeling very puzzled, and asked, "What's wrong with Fu Le?"

Shen Cheng sighed, and said: "I was knocked out, he was very worried about Yang Qian in his heart, I was afraid that he might do something on impulse."

Xie Jing was surprised: "General Yang hasn't come out yet?!"

Shen Sheng nodded.

Xie Jing frowned: "I'm out now, why is General Yang slower than me, what did he dream about?"

"It's hard to say about it," Xie Chencheng said.

Then he cared about Xie Jing: "What happened in your illusion?"

Xie Jing scratched her head: "It's just being chased and fell off a cliff, then tied to a cross and killed as an evil spirit."

Shen Cheng was very surprised: "How did you experience these things when you were young?"

"It's not me," Xie Jing waved his hand and quickly explained, "It's him, the person you've been looking for."

Shen Cheng paused, and after recovering, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Xie Jing's shoulder: "You saw him, what did he say? Do you know where he is?"

Xie Jing looked at someone who was suddenly in a hurry, feeling very uncomfortable for some reason, she turned her head away: "Why are you so excited, your shoulder hurts from scratching..."

After Shen Cheng realized that he was using too much force, he let go of his hand: "Sorry, I didn't mean it."

"That man... is he okay?"

Do dead people count?

Xie Jing muttered something in his heart, and then said: "I just went in and attached to him, and watched his several lives, that's all, it's all in the past, I don't know anything else."

Shen Cheng lowered his eyelashes, Xie Jing gritted his teeth as he saw his disappointed look.

It turned out that he himself didn't understand him at all. Thinking of this, he was very annoyed in his heart. For some reason, he wanted to know him a little more...

"Uncle Jiu, why did you kill those people?"

Xie Jing lowered her head and asked, Shen Cheng's body trembled uncontrollably when he heard this.

"Damn those people."