ghost

Fu Jin told Geng Zhongzhi the location of the leftover land, got up and took Fang Xia away from Geng's old house, and went back to their apartment.

Back at the apartment, around three o'clock, Fu Jin went to the balcony of the bedroom, put away the thin quilt that was drying outside, and Fang Xia followed behind Fu Jin like a tail.Followed from the bedroom to the balcony, followed the bedroom from the balcony, and then followed to the kitchen, and was stuffed with a cup of throat tea made with fat sea.

Holding the insulated glass in his hand, Fang Xia looked at the fat sea floating in the hot water, and couldn't react for a while—why was he stuffed with a cup of throat-soothing tea when he followed up in the kitchen?

"Your voice is a little hoarse." Fu Jin raised her hand to caress Fang Xia's neck, and the pad of her thumb slid across Fang Xia's Adam's Apple, pausing at the hickey mark he left last night, and rubbed repeatedly.

Fang Xia's ears turned red immediately, his voice was a little hoarse, it wasn't because of being tormented by Fu Jin last night.

"Then, what have you been following me for?" Fu Jin left Fang Xia's neck, reached out and squeezed Fang Xia's reddened ear tips, and then asked.

Fang Xia raised her eyes, looked at Fu Jin and asked, "Where is the legacy?"

Fu Jin said that the leftover land is his cemetery, but Fang Xia felt that Fu Jin's emotion towards the leftover land was a bit strange.When mentioning the legacy before, Fu Jin covered it up very well, and Fang Xia didn't notice the change in his mood.But this time, at the moment when Geng Zhongzhi asked about the legacy, Fang Xia felt an emotion called hatred from Fu Jin.The emotion was very faint, fleeting, but he did feel it.

The cemetery can be said to be one of the living places left by the dead in the mortal world. If there is no special reason, the dead will not feel disgusted with their own cemetery.

"You said that the remnant is your cemetery, but you seem to hate that place very much. I find it a little strange..." Fang Xia tapped the cup with her fingertips, looked at Fu Jin's dark pupils, and licked her teeth with the tip of her tongue Jian, "I'll just ask casually. It doesn't matter if you don't want to say it. Just pretend I'm free and have nothing to do. I went to the study to watch a movie. Hou Chaoqing recommended it to me before. I checked the reviews on my mobile phone, and it seems to be okay. good……"

"The legacy...is not just my cemetery." Fu Jin grabbed Fang Xia who turned around and was about to walk out of the kitchen, "I originally wanted to tell you about the legacy and why I became a demon The matter of the soul, but those are not good things, I was afraid that you would feel uncomfortable hearing it, so I never took the initiative to mention it to you. Now...do you want to listen?"

"Do you want to talk?"

"If you want to hear..."

"I am willing."

Fu Jin is a fierce ghost, and his death is bound to be tragic. Fang Xia knows it very well, so he has never asked about the cause of Fu Jin's death, because he was afraid of touching Fu Jin's wound.But if Fu Jin is willing to tell him, then he is also willing to listen to him.He didn't like when Fu Jin was sad, but he didn't know anything.Maybe even if she knows, she can't do anything for Fu Jin, but at least she can be sad with him.

Fang Xia held the cup of tea that Fu Jin made for him, and sat side by side with Fu Jin on the floor of the living room.The curtains of the French windows at the back were not drawn tightly, and the sunlight that came in obliquely left a light and shadow on the floor of the platform.

"The remnant is indeed my cemetery, and my body is inside. But it is also the place where I died - when I was sent to the cemetery, I was still alive." Fu Jin said slowly, "About 2000 years ago , there was a dynasty called Qu. My father was the emperor at that time, and I was his crown prince. My father was in poor health and died of illness when I was young. I was supposed to take the throne at that time, but the emperor’s uncle I took out my father's imperial edict, which said that I was still young and unable to govern the country, so I passed the throne to the emperor's uncle, and the emperor's uncle will pass on the throne to me in the future."

"With regard to the imperial edict left by my father before his death, some people in the court doubted the emperor's uncle's ascension to the throne, but those voices of opposition were finally firmly suppressed by the emperor's uncle, and I was personally taught by the emperor's uncle. In the name of her, she was placed under house arrest in the palace."

Fang Xia put the cup held in both hands on her lap, supported it with one hand, and grabbed Fu Jin's cool fingers with the other hand.He didn't know the dynasty that Fu Jin was talking about, but he could guess a part of how difficult life was under house arrest in the palace.

"In fact, being under house arrest is life in the palace is not too sad." Except that some people want to use him, some people want to assassinate him, and some people watch the show with a cold eye, it is really not too sad.Fu Jin caressed the ring on Fang Xia's ring finger with his fingertips, ignoring that he had been imprisoned in the palace for more than ten years, and continued, "More than ten years later, I will be over 26 years old. The emperor is in his twilight, and I As an upright man, there was a voice in the court asking me to take the throne. The emperor was naturally unwilling, but he couldn't speak out against it. The will that he forged back then was to try not to arouse too many people's opposition, but it turned out to be his stumbling block."

"And at this time, the great witch supported by the royal family gave me a fortune-telling, saying that I am the emperor's fate chosen by heaven, and as long as I live, I will definitely ascend to the throne. But the emperor's fate must not be acted rashly, otherwise the evil spirits will cause chaos. It will shake the foundation of the country." Fu Jin's gaze fell into the void, and his eyes were cold, "But, after knowing the fate that the great witch gave me, the emperor will not allow me to live no matter what. He made people drug me Dazed me, and then the great witch sealed me in the coffin, sent me to the vacant imperial tomb left by the previous dynasty, and set up an array of facilities, just to prevent my soul from going out there after my death."

"Later I died, and I became the spirit of Heavenly Fiend in the tomb. But the witch was really powerful, and the cemetery really trapped me." Fu Jin said, "After about 300 years, I was able to leave the center of the cemetery and walk to When I was in the middle of the cemetery, the mountain gate of the cemetery was opened. It was a group of tomb robbers, I was possessed in a glass vessel, and was taken out of the cemetery by a tomb robber who escaped by chance."

"When I went out, I was full of resentment and wanted to seek revenge on those people. However-the Qu Dynasty had long since ceased to exist, and I couldn't find anyone to take revenge on. So, I wandered aimlessly in the world of Yang For hundreds of years, the world has been plagued by disasters and wars because of me. Later, I got tired of seeing life and death, so I found someone to suppress me." Fu Jin lowered her eyes, "Now I have changed more than a dozen warlocks. After that, about 800 years ago, I went back to the cemetery and met the Geng family who fled from the mountain gate. They were carrying jade rings from my cemetery, and they happened to be ghost warders, so I and followed them."

"I stayed in the Geng family for the next 800 years." Fu Jin turned to look at Fang Xia beside him, "Later, I met you..."