meeting ceremony

Ghost Messenger Hei held up the exchanged ring, which sometimes became as big as a wheel, and sometimes became as small as a ring. He walked towards the enchantment where his younger brother Xiaobai was temporarily staying, and had a great time playing.

A person behind said in a deep voice: "Ghost messenger Hei, please stay."

Looking back, it was the judge.

"Yo, judge! Hello, what's the matter?"

The judge stepped forward, bowed his head to Gui Shihei, and said, "Can you give me the ring in Guishihei's hand?"

The ghost made Hei puzzled: "This? Why do you want to come?"

"It's like this. Lord Yan Mo is familiar with the past and future of the three thousand worlds. She knows that in the future world, women will value rings as jewelry, or rings. Lord Yan Mo finds it interesting, so I will find one for her. I feel that what Master Yan Mo wants is exactly the one in the hands of Ghost Messenger."

Gui Shihei lowered his head and fiddled with the ring: "Why do I think... this is a toy? Besides, Lord Yan Mo wants a ring. Is there anything expensive and beautiful about it? The mountain rabbit, can she see it?"

"I don't know. Lord Yan Mo just ordered me to look for it with my heart and give it to her sincerely. After thinking about it carefully, I think the ring in Gui Shihei's hand is very suitable for Lord Yan Mo. Lord Yan Mo has worked hard for official affairs. Seeing this kind of wealth Wonderful things must be delightful."

Really?Ghost Messenger scratched his head.But through a layer of blindfold, Gui Shihei could feel the sincerity in the judge's eyes.

"Okay. Judge, to be honest, I think you may not understand Lord Yan Mo. But I don't understand her either, so I won't say anything. If you want to give her the mountain rabbit ring, I can give it to you. But... "

"What's the problem? I'm willing to help!"

Ghost Messenger Hei shrugged: "I was going to give the mountain rabbit's ring as a gift to my younger brother, but now I have nothing to give."

The judge bowed his head and said, "I don't have any special skills, I only have a few cursive characters to read, if you don't mind..."

Ghost Messenger Hei nodded again and again: "Calligraphy? Good!"

I remember when they learned to write when they were young, his handwriting was like a dog crawling, but my younger brother's handwriting was correct and elegant, which won the praise of my husband.Every time Xiaobai practiced calligraphy, he would be mischievous and use Mao Maocao to tease Xiaobai's nose.The younger brother was flushed with anger, but he was fed a lot of dogmas such as orderly, respectful and filial piety by the teacher, so he had to refrain from speaking. The red bun face is so cute, he can't help but smile now when he thinks about it.

After all, Xiaobai is a good boy with knowledge, culture and cultivation.The judge wrote a good handwriting, and everyone who has seen it praises it no matter whether he lives or dies.Sending him such a good word also shows that he has a high taste as an elder brother.

The ghost made the mafia judge spread the paper and rub the ink, and the judge moved the pen like flying, and it took a while to write it.

Ghost Shihei held up a densely written piece of paper, and saw more than a dozen rows of elegant and neat handwriting on it, which looked pleasing to the eye.Gui Shihei couldn't help but nodded, but felt wrong: "Wait a minute, what are you writing about?"

"Pictures of one hundred and ten years of life are popularly presented for birthday celebrations in the world, which is a collection of multiple ways of writing the word 'shou' in one work. I am serving hell, so naturally I have to write about hell."

"So all you write is..."

"Did you know that there are a hundred ways to write the word 'death'?"

Gui Shihei couldn't help shaking his head, and then crumpled the "Hundred Deaths Picture" into a ball. Looking at the judge's slightly raised face and upturned corners of his mouth, he said angrily, "What are you so proud of? This is something you can give away." You can’t write such unlucky words, you have to write them in reverse, and you need to write something that is elegant, high-end, and bookish!”

"Death is the disappearance of the soul from the body, and in turn... the return of the soul?"

Gui Shihei frowned: "It seems unlucky... change again!"