Strange Tales

In addition to the impermanence of black and white in this endless hell, there are also two ghost messengers who specialize in haunting the soul - the bull head and the horse face.

This Niutou Diandi has said before that he is really as timid as a mouse, and he has to walk around the road when encountering ghosts. There is a rule in life: a good death is worse than a hard work, and when the sky falls, there is a taller one to stand up to.

And this horse-faced sacrifice is not like a bull-headed grass. He is a natural coward. Although he usually likes to say some jokes to deceive the little devils who come and go, he can be regarded as reliable and careful in his actions. He has never dealt with various responsibilities sloppily. Big mistake.

As for the flirtatious words in the little ghost's mouth, it is a different matter if he is a prodigal son. As a well-known handsome man in the underworld, this Jitong was born with a good skin, seductive like a ghost, I don't know what to do How many unjust dead ghosts are naturally romantic capital.

Fortunately, he wears a horse-faced hood when detaining souls on weekdays, so those lonely ghosts who have reached the blood mold cannot see his destructive appearance. Otherwise, wouldn't this hell be full of ghosts, lonely ghosts? They automatically gathered from the five lakes, four seas, three mountains and six waters

In the underworld, in front of Naihe Bridge.

Granny Meng was wearing a peach-red dress with long sleeves, twisted her waist, and was cooking a pot of purple soup. From time to time, she would wink at the horse's face leaning against the pier and say something coquettishly. She is very pungent, but this winking made her lose her taste. If it weren't for the fact that she was already used to it, it would be unavoidable to stumble and stumble.

After a few times of rolling among the peach blossoms in Jitong, he was very good at playing every scene, and after accepting these unsightly winks, he fled in a hurry, leading the haunting book that needed to be captured, and wandered out of the gate of hell .

The exits of the ghost gates are mostly located between the grass and fields, and almost every city has one nearby. Hundreds of ghosts go out and arrest their souls into the underworld, and they all take this road.

The mortal eye is invisible to the naked eye. If you really see it, it will cause major troubles.

It is said that Jitong has just arrived in the Yang Dynasty, the moon is dark and the wind is high, and black crows are screaming. It is a good time to kill and set fire.

The mountains and forests in the distance were dark and windy, so creepy, if a living person saw this scene, he might be scared to death and died on the spot.

The corner of Ji Tong's eyes curled up, and he scanned the book of urging the soul to go to the underworld, thinking that this time it is the guy who has been unlucky for eight lifetimes.

On the eerie blood-red title page, there are three large characters of Gong Liang Ci imprinted on it, which is exactly the unlucky ghost that Ji Tong said.

Gongliang is the royal surname in today's world, and he is named Gongliang. The person who is going to be arrested this time must be a member of the royal family. The blood of the Tian family is extremely respected, so what?

Mortals!

This prosperity and wealth is but a fleeting moment, with such a respected status, he is destined to enter Huangquan Road and cross the Naihe Bridge.

Ji Tong thinks so, so what about ten thousand taels of gold, after all, destiny is determined by heaven.This public good speech, the name is good, and the fetus is good, but it is a pity, but it is a short-lived ghost, before it is weak, it will turn into a pile of loess to cover the bones.

But since he is a member of the royal family, he must know a lot of secrets about the affair, maybe he can listen to him talking on the way back, chatting to pass the time, it shouldn't be too boring.

Entering the imperial city, entering the royal palace, a black shadow slowly turned into a simple and simple room without any luxury.

There is a table in the room, on which are displayed the Four Treasures of the Study, and a side of the bookshelf is neatly arranged with a side of ancient books, Ji Tong raised his eyelids and glanced, there are all these classics and history books.

In addition to this, there was also a dead body lying on the case table. Ji Tong glanced at it and felt that the man was very thin and his wrists were bony. A handsome young man with red lips and white teeth.

Qingben beauty, how can I be a ghost?

Gong Liangci died when a cup of poisoned wine was poisoned in his internal organs. When he died, blood flowed from the seven orifices. The blood first flowed out from the eyes, then to the ears, and then to the nose and mouth. It became black and red, like the color of dead rose flowers.

His soul stood beside the corpse for three hours, and Ji Tong also waited for three hours.

Ji Tong didn't know why he would make an exception to accompany him. If it was normal, death would be like blowing out lamps and waxes.

It's just that when I saw that pale and lonely face, I just felt distressed, everything was so erratic.

After leaving the palace, Gong Liang begged to go to the tomb of his mother and concubine to worship for the last time. As usual, Jitong would definitely refuse without pretense. Everyone is dead, so there is no other grave to worship, but it is not legal. There is no mercy, this ghost is also pitiful.

Born to be the seventh prince of the Tian family, he turned around and ended up like this.

Ji Tong looked at the soul of the Seventh Prince of the Dynasty who was walking in front wearing black clothes. He was alone, thin but with clear bones, and his black clothes could support him.Even though he was the son of Tianlong, he was reduced to being given a cup of poisoned wine by his pro-emperor brother to the underworld. This kind of life is not as good as him living recklessly as a ghost, and he, an old ghost, can't help but sigh for a long time.

In front of the small grave, there stood a wooden monument that had been eroded by wind and rain, and the writing was blurred.After Gong Liangci bowed his knees and kowtowed, he stood in front of the stele for a long time.

Ji Tong stood behind, but felt that tall and tall figure was very desolate, and felt very uncomfortable.They are clearly strangers, and they have no connection, but they feel somewhat empathetic.

Ma Mian Jitong shook his mind, moved his lips, and then said: "Little ghost, go away, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, the past and the past are like smoke, abandon it!"

"I died voluntarily. I've been suspected of being alive. It's better to die. I'm actually very happy to see the person I miss so much."

The man in the black robe turned around, with a faint smile on his face. Ji Tong felt that that kind of smile was much more touching and beautiful than that of an oiran lady in the past, and he was a little dazed for a moment, as if We have known each other for a long time.

Gongliangci, Gongliangci, where have I met you?Ji Tong shook his head, unfolded the soul-inducing banner, and led the little ghost into the gate of hell.

Gong Liangci followed Jitong into the ghost gate of the neighboring city, took a few detours, walked three times on one road, Jitong just wanted this road to be longer, and longer.

However, there will be an end after all. He took Gong Liangci's hand, walked across the blossoming red medicines on the 24th bridge, and walked through the coquettish Huangquan Road of Manzhushahua, but he had to part ways in front of the Naihe Bridge, looking at the bridge. That touch of blackness, Gong Liangci's last look back and smile Qingyanyan, but the silent mouth shape afterwards, very much like the word "brother".

brother, brother.

Ji Tong's thoughts were like thunder. Once he went to arrest the soul of an emperor and concubine. He saw a young man weeping while supporting the corpse. The boy was only twelve or thirteen years old, with red lips and white teeth, and thin wrist bones. Zhen Xing comforted softly, but now Gong Liang Ci's face was vaguely similar to that of the dead concubine, and slowly, it overlapped with that young man.

Is that young man holding the corpse and weeping, the Gong Liang Ci in front of him?

He said that he saw the person who was thinking about it.

who's that person?

"A Ci, A Ci..." Ji Tong no longer showed his horse's face, and exclaimed in panic, but there was no trace of that black color on the Naihe Bridge.

Seeing the almost bewildered Ma Mian, Po Meng rushed forward and grabbed the sleeve of the prodigal son of Huajian, barely crossing the bridge of Naihe.

This bridge of Naihe is for reincarnated people. Is this crazy horse face rushing to reincarnate?

But after listening to the twists and turns, Miss Meng put away her lively expression and said, "I know you are usually a ghost, but you are actually a fool. You won't check the life and death book and go to the mortal world to guard that little ghost." Is your reincarnation gone?"

Seeing the life-saving panacea, Ji Tong went straight to the palace of the king of hell and made a big fuss, only to make the king of hell suffer from brain pain, so he fulfilled his wish on horse face.

All the ghosts, large and small, in the underworld are puzzled: How did this horse face, who usually behaves exactly the same, get into trouble with the King of Hades, and even leave his soul-hunting business behind and escape to the mortal world?

At this time, Miss Meng flicked her pink sleeves, cleared her throat, and explained everything about Jitong with all the details.

After that, the big ghost and the little ghost mentioned horse face offering sacrifices to Tong, and they no longer called Hua Jian the prodigal son, because this person seemed to have become a famous lover in the underworld.