Ghost Emperor Scavenger God

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"Wuyi doesn't want my first day..."

"Wuyi doesn't want my second day..."

"Wuyi doesn't want my third day..."

"Wuyi doesn't want my fourth day, he's a liar..."

"fraud!"

Different from the past, the gloomy gate of the ghost world has been guarded by people who are extremely punctual and scarier than ghosts these days - wandering around Jiuling, looking at every ghost that appears at the bridge of Naihe, whether it is what he wants The person who reads.

The Bianhua flower in the palm was crushed into mud, and the blood-colored flower juice dripped into the ground under his feet.

Jiuling couldn't sleep these days, and regretted that she didn't play around and cling to Wuyi that day. She always felt that Wuyi had something to hide from her. Could it be that Wuyi will carry herself and Bingguhua behind her back this Mid-Autumn Festival!These feet really want to break into the ghost world desperately to see Wuyi, but... afraid that Wuyi will get angry and don't want him anymore, so he can only hold back his disobedient feet and wait at the gate of the ghost world every day.

My heart went from cursing Binggu to complaining about the culprit, Bu Wuyi...

Jiu Ling was afraid that he would be too ostentatious and arouse suspicion, so it happened to coincide with the Mid-Autumn Festival, so he pretended to be a poor abandoned widow who sold lanterns, and spent the past three days asking around about Wuyi with the ghosts who bought lanterns. The news, by the way, sell your own misery, and everyone who hears it will be sad.

"Young man, don't be like my heartless man who said that after a farewell, the two places love each other for only three or four days... who knows five or six years..."

"It's a long-lived day when the moon is full and people fly with each other, but I..." As I said that, I took out the handkerchief that I kindly handed to a male ghost who wiped Jiu Ling's tears, blew my nose vigorously, and threw the handkerchief away, He took out the handkerchief from his bosom again, covered his face, sobbed and wept on the lantern booth.

In less than three days, at the border between the ghost world and the human world, a ghost widow became famous!The plot of the story is enough to attract idle ghosts, and the craftsmanship of this lantern is also good, so the business of this lantern stall is extremely hot!There is an endless stream, and there are not a few ghosts who come here especially, and there is sympathy in the gossip.

"I heard that the unscrupulous man has the same name and surname as our Ghost Emperor! Could it be?"

"No, our ghost emperor is young and promising, we will never do such a heartless and insane thing!"

"Look at this woman, she shed tears every day, she is really pitiful!"

"Yeah! I was abandoned on this mid-autumn night, and I have been looking for my husband for a long time, but there is no sign of him. I can only guard at the gate of the ghost world, so infatuated!"

"That heartless man! If I see him, I'll kill him!"

This Wu Yangyang ghost who listens to operas every day and watches the excitement is filled with righteous indignation to fight for Jiu Ling, but he doesn't know that this Wuyi is the ghost emperor in their hearts!

As a result, the news spread like wildfire, and everyone in the ghost world knew that there was a heartless man who abandoned his wife in Mid-Autumn Night. He was a heartless bastard.

Binggu poked Wuyi's face in a coma in the deserted room in the big Wangyue Tower, and said to Wuyi: "Wake up! Heartbroken man!" But the person on the bed was still in a coma.

Thinking of Wuyi who is still in a coma now, the scene is very different from that day!

That day Wuyi returned to the ghost world alone. I don't know if it was because of the effect of the medicine, or because of the upcoming Mid-Autumn Festival. My whole body seemed to be burned by fire. I barely got to Meng Po's place, and listened to what Meng Po said dizzily. In the cloud and mist, the body of the ghost emperor, the ghost flower on the forehead can't be covered, can't be pressed down, the ghost flower is split between the forehead, the blood is flowing, it seems to be flowing but it is solidified It doesn't flow down, but just flows in the trend of the pattern.

The seal of the ghost emperor on the forehead, like being summoned by the full moon, continuously absorbs the essence of the full moon from the bloody full moon in the ghost world.It's so dazzling that people can't take their eyes off and are amazed.

"Meng Po, what's the matter with Wu Yi?" Bing Gu asked Wu Yi, who had passed out and was hot all over.

"Although he, the ghost emperor, was forcibly pushed up, but the ghost flower that was originally raised by the resentment, anger, hostility, evil, and yin in the forgotten river was swallowed by Wuyi. He is the ghost emperor. It is the ghost emperor who ate the ghost flower. Whenever the moon is full in the Mid-Autumn Festival, the ghost flower that was about to be reborn from the cocoon is probably in his body now... Water can carry a boat or capsize it, but the pain of the flower is painful How would you know? Seeing him like this now, I’m afraid it’s a pain of picking bones and stripping tendons! Fortunately, he can bear it... This ghost flower is originally the resentment, hostility, yin, and evil of the ghost world. Raised by the cold, plus the ghost emperor should digest and balance the resentment, hostility, yin, and evil in the ghost world... that is double torture... If you survive it, you will live forever, if you can't survive it, you will perish forever."

"Is there any way?" Binggu twisted wet cloth towels and wiped Wuyi's wrists and cheeks, trying to relieve him from the pain and burning sensation.But the towel dried out as soon as it was pasted on, and it was useless at all.

"No one has ever been a ghost emperor, no one has eaten ghost flowers..."

"Then Meng Po, you still let that faceless face find a doctor..." Binggu questioned.

"Anyway, this kid can't die from eating. What's wrong with taking some medicine? And you said it, he doesn't have a brain. If he doesn't have a brain, it's better to lie! Besides, if you don't lie to him, it's Wuyi's turn to leave him." You are here asking for your health." Po Meng thumped the crutch in her hand, hating the iron.

"Grandmother, Wuyi is my younger brother!" Binggu said frankly.

Granny Meng shook her head in dissatisfaction, and said: "Don't worry! This kid is destined to die! And he is already in the ghost world. If you leave that kid, he will easily resonate with the mid-autumn full moon and hurt Wuyi!"

Binggu looked at Wuyi melancholy, and left with Po Meng.

This Wuyi vaguely heard the words of Bing Gu and Meng Po, her abdomen was just like what Meng Po said, the ghost flower was reborn from the cocoon, the flower seemed to live in her body for so long, but suddenly felt the ghost flower in her body It slowly breaks into flower foam and melts into the blood, the burning sensation subsides, the breath subsides, and I can no longer feel the process of breaking the cocoon of a complete flower in the abdomen just now. Could it be that the night of the full moon has passed?

Wuyi estimated the time. At that time, he had an appointment with Jiuling for three days. If Binggu wiped it for himself every day, counting today, it should be the fourth day. He was conscious but unable to move.

Suddenly, a basin of cold water poured down on his head, Wuyi shivered, opened his eyes suddenly, looked at Binggu who was sitting in the wooden bucket with a basin on top of his head, and said with a relaxed smile: "Finally woke up, betrayal!" Chinese!"

Wuyi stood up from the barrel, her wet hair froze in an instant, and the water on her bare upper body had already turned into frost. Bing Gu said: "Meng Po said, just explain it this way! Never again What's wrong!"

Wuyi melted the frost on her body with internal force, looked at Binggu and thought: "If the ghost flower melts, you will really be a very yin person? Isn't it!"

"Yes!" Binggu once praised Dao Wuyi's IQ. I have to say that he is also an emperor. Wuyi of his own family is much better than the Heavenly Emperor who has spread rumors to confuse people at the mouth of the ghost world these days, and it is also reliable. too much!

"I fell into a coma for a few days." Wuyi came out of the barrel, changed into very neat clothes, straightened her clothes, Binggu put down the water basin in her hand, and walked beside Wuyi.

"Today is the fourth day!"

"Did something happen?" Wuyi stepped out of the room, looked at the maidservants in Wangyue Tower who hurriedly avoided them and nodded to him, curious, what happened to these maidservants?In the past, I just kept a respectful distance, but now I avoid it like a poisonous scorpion.

Wuyi looked at Bing Gu beside him.

Binggu waved his hand and quickly explained: "It's really not me, it was that fool who did it!"

Wu Yi frowned, and said seriously: "What's wrong with Jiu Ling? Don't make detours!"

It was the first time Binggu saw Wuyi's aggrieved look, and said with a smile: "Hahahaha, he spread rumors everywhere in the ghost world, saying that you are a heartless man who hangs around Fireworks Lane every day! Hahahahaha! You are afraid that you will be a bachelor for the rest of your life! "

Wuyi's face suddenly changed, not because she was badly affected by Jiu Ling's rumors, but because she remembered that today has passed the time when Jiu Ling met at the beginning, I don't know...how after the ghost flower merged with her body, Is it too cloudy and cold to freeze your brain?

In a panic, I ran to Naihe Bridge, panting, and saw Jiu Ling buried in the lantern with a disheveled face, unconsciously grinning at the corner of his mouth, seeing that although the Mid-Autumn Festival had passed, the lantern had the inscription Zhuo Wenjun "Resentful Lang Poetry".

After a farewell, the two places love each other.

It is only said that it is March and April, but who knows five or six years?

There is no heart to play the lyre, and there is nothing to pass on the eight-element script.

Nine chains were broken from it, and the ten-mile long pavilion was waiting to be pierced.

Hundreds of thoughts, thousands of thoughts, all helpless to complain.

Thousands of words can't be finished, bored, ten leaning on the railing.

Chongjiu ascended the heights to see lonely geese, the moon was round in mid-autumn in August, and people were not round.

In July and a half, hold candles and burn incense to ask the heaven.

In the dog days of June, everyone shakes their fans and I feel chilled.

In May, the pomegranate is red like fire, but it encounters bursts of cold rain to water the flowers.

In April, the loquat is not yet yellow, and I want to be distracted in the mirror.

Suddenly, the peach blossoms in March turn with the water.

Drifting and falling, the kite line was broken in February.

Wuyi walked towards Jiu Ling step by step, reading one by one, but couldn't laugh anymore when she read the last sentence... Huanxi was woken up like a blow to the head, the smile on the corner of her mouth froze, and she slowly frowned "Hey, Lang, Lang, I wish that in the next life, you will be a woman and I will be a man."

Wuyi's lonely heart said: Yes, I will be a man after all... Yes, as the emperor of heaven, you will eventually marry a wife and have children, and inherit the throne... But, I just want you to be well, no matter what, I will always at your side.

Reluctantly pulling the corners of his mouth again, he shouted to the one who was guarding the entrance of the ghost world, "Jiu Ling!"