Hades changed my fate again gl

In Yecheng at Yinshi, every street is silent.At this time, the ghosts originally hidden in the dark crevices scattered like sand to every corner of Yecheng.Xu Huachao, who was huddled in the dark, clutched the corner of his clothes vigorously, trying to restrain the fear from his heart.

A few days before she entered Yecheng, she had heard the saying that "the living don't pass Yinshi, the dead give way to midday". After Meng Ye handed over to the leader of the garrison in Yecheng, she just warned everyone how to get along with ghosts.

Since then, everyone has gradually accepted the life of people and ghosts traveling together.In this way, I will not commit ghosts, and ghosts will not commit crimes. My life was originally orderly, but because of today's negligence, I put myself in danger.

Xu Huachao folded her arms in thought, trying to keep her breathing light and peaceful, but the whistles coming from not far away made her break out in a cold sweat in vain.The whistle was very vicious, driving a group of ghosts to gradually gather at the city gate of Ye City. Wave after wave of ghosts hit the prohibition on the city gate, and one after another the ghosts were scattered, but the whistle continued. , They still rushed forward one after another.

Xu Huachao quietly followed behind and squinted his eyes, and saw thousands of souls being summoned by the sound, desolately and without any resistance, they hit each other without understanding the pain.They bumped into each other, seemed to be a little stagnant, and suddenly scattered, the whistle disappeared, and the consciousness of the ghosts was freed, and they began to chatter again.

This kind of night belonged to the hustle and bustle of these dead souls, but the sound of the whistle broke the balance between the living and the dead souls, and they boiled up, filling Yecheng with dark energy.

A ghost cried and shouted loudly, "Mother? Where's my mother?" The sobbing sound echoed between the four walls of emptiness, swaying layers of fear.

"I seemed to lose control just now, someone was blowing the corpse curse!" The ghost with a little more mana began to think, and he whispered something that gradually turned cold, "I knew those people couldn't tolerate us, so they used This method will kill us."

"Maybe it's just some people secretly obstructing it?" Someone uttered cowardly, probably not long after death, and there are relatives and friends still in the world, and they can't bear to be involved.

"My mother is gone."

"My brother is missing."

"...I can't find my father, I want my father."

The children began to cry, and bursts of anger inspired their hidden dark spells, sweeping up the dead branches and leaves around them, the dead branches broke, and the dead leaves swirled, blowing past the stone statue behind them like a tornado, The impact caused the tiles on the people's residences in the city to shake slightly, and the roofs of the simpler thatched huts had already been blown off.

The power of ghosts is enormous, but the rules established by Yecheng since ancient times restrict them. People and ghosts are connected by blood, and naturally they will not take the initiative to cause trouble. Such a life is trembling, like walking on thin ice.But now, a crack appeared on the ice, and more people chose to smash the cans.

"Why do we live and sleep in the open, but they live in rich clothes?" An older ghost showed his true colors, his scarred face was hideous and terrible, he clenched a handkerchief tightly, thinking that he was looking at himself with his own eyes. His wife was beaten to death by the ban, and she couldn't help but her eyes turned red, "It's been like this for hundreds of years, so it should change!"

Xu Huachao hid in the dark, and was sad and scared when she witnessed the whole process. She wanted to run but was afraid of being discovered, and she wanted to continue hiding but felt too useless.The bright moonlight shone on her cheeks, and she suddenly felt depressed.

Sure enough, not a trace of her vigor was worn away. When she first arrived in Yecheng, she was so childish yet assertive and domineering. Now she is huddled in this small space, with sticky mire under her feet and dusty spiders above her head. Si, she is like a wimp, holding her head and begging God for mercy.

However, God is short-sighted after all.

Xu Huachao suddenly understood what Huo Qingtong said, Kang Long has regrets, and it won't last long.Whether it is yin and yang, life or death, they are all opposites but restricted. The living will eventually pass away, and the dead will also be reborn. This is the law of heaven and ethics.Now that her fate is too short, it's not that the law of heaven is unfair, but that fate has given her enough tests, but she doesn't have the strength to match it, unable to check and balance, she is bound to lose all the way like a bereaved dog.

Thinking of this, she realized that all these years of suffering and persistence were narrow self-evasion.She kept saying that she wanted to avenge her grievances, but she only cared about a city wall in front of her. Her heart was not broad enough, and all she could accommodate was rubble. This was the reason why she was trapped for so long.

Xu Huachao sighed dejectedly, but her cheeks were slightly pink due to excitement. She clenched her fingers and tears welled up in her eyes. The scene of the nanny holding her when she was a child and pulling Ah Lu through the desert and wild forest flashed through her mind. I don't remember anything, but from Zhao's mouth, I made up all the bearing and wisdom about the glory, honor, and scholarly inheritance.

Mrs. Zhao often said, "You must remember that your father used to be the prime minister of the dynasty and opened up the country for the emperor. He is the most humble and handsome scholar. How could he collude with demons to harm the emperor?"

"You must clear up your father's grievances, and you must remember to bring your mother's bones back to the capital one day." She was crying, and the tears dripped on the back of Shen Lu's hands. Zhao chanted, over and over again, " I'm so tired, so I'll leave it to you, Ah Lu."

Xu Huachao's nails sank deep into the palm of her hand. She closed her eyes and listened carefully to the movement around her. She felt the ghosts around her disperse, and then slowly crawled out from the small hole under the rockery. Just as she was about to stand up, she suddenly saw a A familiar corner of clothes floated up.

"Ah Lu? Why is she here?" Xu Huachao stood firm, gritted her teeth to calm herself down, the sky was like washing and the stars gradually faded, the cries of ghosts in her ears, and the sounds of crusades made her feel shivering behind her.

"Sister Tang, what are you doing? Why are you so dirty?" After standing for some time, Xu Huachao suddenly heard Shen Lu's voice. What she was wearing was not the clothes she remembered.

Xu Huachao turned around and saw that the sun shone lightly over the land, as if it had never been biased, "Why did you run out so early?"

Shen Lu's face was slightly displeased, "Did you forget? Today is my birthday." Her throat was a little choked, and the light in her eyes faded a little. She took her hand and walked back, "What gift do you want? ?”

"I want a slave, Sister Tang, can you grab one for me?" Xu Huachao was stunned for a while, and then looked into Shen Lu's eyes again, but she couldn't understand it anymore, but she was still very dependent on herself, and her voice was so sweet that it made her feel like a slave. People can't help feeling pity in their hearts.

"My sister sent me a slave, so I don't want to go out again." Shen Lu blinked, the corners of her lips slightly raised, "I will never force you to take me out again."

Xu Huachao noticed that when she said this, her tone was different from before, and she was a little puzzled, but she didn't ask any more.

The people in Yecheng are divided into upper, middle and lower classes, and slaves are the most humble of the lower three classes. However, such humbleness is voluntary, because these people have no ability to survive. As long as they are willing to become slaves, they only need to be marked by their master They can live a life of food and clothing, the only terrible thing is that they have to eat Zhuyucao monk bird meat, and they will not feel hungry or sleepy after eating.

But in this case, isn't the food and clothing they prayed for a joke?However, there are still a large number of refugees who are willing to choose such a numb and sad life for various reasons, in order to find a support.

Xu Huachao was a little repelled, she tried to persuade Shen Lu, but she didn't listen and ran away with a smile.Back at the residence, Xu Huachao felt physically and mentally exhausted, and suddenly felt drowsy. She bowed her head on the table, but the simple arrangement made her feel at ease.

"Mother, today is Ah Lu's birthday, but it is also your death day. Where are you? Are you looking at me?"

The author has something to say: Zhu Yu and Monk Bird are all in the "Shan Hai Jing", but there are real objects.There are also words such as Guyi Mountain and female corpse before that also come from "Shan Hai Jing".