debt repayment

Song Hui'an held his breath, tried his best to cover his trembling mouth, then stretched out his other hand tremblingly, put his hand into the coffin, and gradually approached the sachet.

He was afraid of being cheated, when his fingertips were less than half an inch away from the sachet, he suddenly shrank again, as if getting an electric shock.

After confirming that the sachet was not attached to any spells, he picked it up.

No one is more familiar with this silver sachet than him.This was given by the Ninth Five-Year Lord when he was young.Jiao soaring straight up can be transformed into a real dragon, and the expectations are self-evident.

Until he was abolished, the sachet stayed with him.He plays with it when he has nothing to do. The nine dragons of the winding cicada look complicated to outsiders, but when he touches them with his eyes closed, he can tell which one is right.

He gently turned the sachet to open the hollowed-out outer wall.In the hemispherical golden incense bowl inside, there are a few incense pieces the size of fingernails.The spice had long lost its smell, and the incense bowl turned into powder with a tremor, revealing the filaments that were originally placed under the incense slice.

A strand of blue silk.

It was the custom of the old nobles of the Changming Kingdom to treat the relics of the deceased with spices and put them in a sachet for burial.

But what kind of dead couple is he?

According to the custom, there should be a piece of Ropa in the sachet with a memorial poem written on it.

Song Hui'an thought of this and fiddled with the sachet frantically.Due to the design of the rotating shaft, even if the sachet is rotated, the incense bowl inside will never fall over.Song Hui'an lost his patience, held down the incense bowl with one hand, and poured the incense powder and hair in the incense bowl to the ground.

He looked through the entire sachet, and finally saw the word "Bamboo" engraved on the inner surface of the hemisphere of the incense bowl.

Song Hui'an's face turned pale in an instant, and he froze in place as if his seven souls and six souls had been scattered.

Quan Ying looked at him, feeling that the newly born ghost died again in just a moment.He secretly took out the ghost-suppressing yellow talisman, pinched it in his hand, and hid it in his sleeve, lest the scene of yesterday would reappear.

But Song Hui'an didn't. He didn't speak a word, didn't cry or laugh, as if he was integrated into the silent tomb.

Quan Ying was very apprehensive, he didn't know what Song Hui'an thought of Song Huiming, he only knew that the two were really destined for each other.

"...Song Huiming, Song Huiming!" the ghost murmured to himself, "I had a clear conscience when you harmed me. It turns out that you are also an ordinary person, and you also want to accumulate some good luck."

"Don't you ask yourself, did I make the shadow on the ground look like a ghost? When did you avoid me and suppress me, when did you show any sympathy?"

"If you have half affection for me, why don't you just condemn me and kill me? How did you humiliate me when I was alive? I am a cow, horse, pig and dog, and I will be your livestock! What you did is a beast! You are not afraid of other people’s gossip, but you are still afraid that others will say that you are immoral and benevolent, and that you have made great achievements? Or do you suddenly have a pang of conscience and feel ashamed of me? Is the dog ashamed?"

He laughed and laughed, tears streaming down his face.

"Song Huiming, you are really good at it. You don't make me comfortable when I'm alive, and you still disgust me when I'm dead."

"I'm dead, I'm in the palace of death! I turned into a ghost in the middle of the night to find you, and then I was sealed in the palace without seeing the light of day. This is all because of you! Have you forgotten that I was not born as a pig or dog, I am a person, I used to be a living person!!! You destroyed my coffin, threw my ashes, let thousands of people trample on me, cut me into pieces thousands of times, and treated me as someone who can only be beaten and scolded Keeping it as a beast, let people see all my jokes! Do you think this nonsense is compensation for me? Who the hell cares about being a husband and wife in the underworld with you? Hee! In the end, it is a great honor to admire the coffin, and I should kneel down and be grateful!"

"It's such a pity, you were buried in secret, but there's no way to let the palace people who witnessed how you abused me know that you are still a big lover. You brought my things into the burial, who will show your hypocrisy?!"

The more he spoke, the more excited he became, and then he pointed at the headless skeleton, gritted his teeth, and said bitterly: "You are lying to yourself!!!"

"Do you dare to answer me? You dare not at all!"

"Zhu, Brother Zhu..." Quan Ying called him softly, but the ghost was soberly immersed in endless grief and resentment, unable to extricate himself from hearing his voice.

"...No, that's not right!" Song Hui'an froze for a moment, shook his head again, and laughed, "You've died a long time ago, you can't answer me. You are the first emperor, and if you want to expand the territory and expand the world, the merits of blessing people can protect you Is reincarnation worry-free? At first, I only wanted to kill all your descendants to take revenge on you, but because the Changming Kingdom was destroyed and all your blood descendants were slaughtered by others, I couldn’t do it. Now I figured it out, it’s just The grievances between the two of us should not harm others. Let me tell you, Song Huiming, today is just the beginning. Since I have come out, I will never go back to the palace. From now on, you will be crushed by me for every lifetime. Scattering ashes, not a good death! I will suck your soul to death, so that you can no longer be reincarnated!"

"Only in this way can the hatred in my heart be relieved!"

He grabbed the clothing material in front of the corpse's chest, ruthlessly lifted the corpse, then dragged it out of the coffin and threw it on the ground.

The corpse lay on its back, crooked on the ground in a rather distorted posture.

Regardless of his image, Song Huiping tore off his clothes and robes stained with corpse fluid, and removed the bones on the skeleton with his bare hands. Those bones were too old and would break when touched, making a muffled sound, echoing with the ghost's unsteady breath. In the tomb that smells of decaying smoke and dust, it is creepy.

Song Hui'an dismantled the bones one by one like a pig bone, and crushed the bones into pieces.He stood up and stomped on the broken bones everywhere, looking like a madman.

His shadow is cast on the wall with dense murals, like an arrogant and weird ghost.

"Song Huiming, don't think that I will let you go! I will give you back a hundred times the means you used to humiliate me!"

The faint blue will-o'-the-wisp burned the wreckage to ashes.

He seemed tired of venting, squatting down, surrounded by will-o'-the-wisps, hugging his knees and crying bitterly.

At the end, he thought of something again, and hurriedly lowered his head, sobbing while pushing aside the burning remains.

"Amu, Amu, help me, help me!" He cried helplessly, "Help me find a hair!"

Quan Ying's nose was sour, she responded, and hurriedly stepped forward to search for it.

Two people, one big and one small, knelt on the ground and searched for a long time, their bodies were covered in ashes.

The fire was quite fierce, the hair must have been burned to ashes, otherwise how could the two of them have searched around and didn't see it?

Song Hui'an suddenly looked at Quan Ying and asked, "Could it be blown outside by the wind?"

Quan Ying swallowed her saliva, and said nervously, "Maybe."

Song Hui'an saw that his face was covered with some scorched ash, and he reached out to wipe it off, but he forgot that his own hands were also covered with ash, and when he wiped it off with his soft fingertips, another smear of ash was added to Quanying's face, but it happened. Quan Ying's eyes were bright and sparkling, like a little tabby cat that just crawled out of coal.

He was stunned for a long time, then burst out laughing, as if this smile took away most of the resentment in his heart.

The beauty narrowed her eyes slightly, and said softly: "Forget it, little thing, don't worry about looking for it. Let's go."

Quan Ying doggedly took out a wooden box and presented it in front of him: "Brother Zhu, didn't you say that you want to feed this person's ashes to pigs? The ashes all over the floor have to be collected first."

"..." Song Hui paused for two seconds, "Forget it, it's cheaper for him to feed the pigs. I'm going to scatter this ashes in the downtown area, so that he can feel what it's like to be trampled by thousands of people."

He collected the will-o'-the-wisp, and the two silently swept the gray ashes into the wooden box.Song Hui'an casually took out a silk cloth from the sea of ​​gold, pearls and silver that was buried with him, and said to Quan Ying, "Come on, wipe your face clean."

At this time, there is still sadness in his eyes, but his expression is normal, just like an ordinary elder brother who loves his younger brother.Quan Ying also smiled and took out a white handkerchief from her sleeve, and said with a smile, "I'll wipe your tears for you."

The ghost's eyes softened.

Seeing that he treats herself differently from others, Quan Ying's heart melts in his eyes.

"Brother Zhu, I don't know what enmity you have with this person. I only know that you are sad. Seeing you sad makes me sad too. We don't have the same knowledge as this kind of beast. Although I have no skills, I was called stubborn and stupid by the master. But I testify to God," he raised his empty hand and said solemnly, "you go out with me, I will only make you laugh, and I will stop you from crying when you are in a bad mood .”

"I don't care how hard you have been in the past, from now on I will treat you as my own brother and treat you wholeheartedly, making everything you do feel sweet."

Song Hui'an laughed and said, "Are you going to swear that the sky will be struck by lightning?"

"If you want to hear it, I will send it."

"Don't," Song Hui'an patted Daotong's head, and said softly, "I'm satisfied with someone who wants to treat me so well. Let's go, the smell here is really bad."

He stood up and led Quan Ying to go out. A raging fire burned behind them, engulfing the half-collapsed underground palace, which was full of jewels.Quan Ying only felt that the footsteps of the people around her became lighter.Most of Shen Xingjian's first wish of reincarnation has been fulfilled, and his heart that has been hanging all this time feels at ease.

He thought, maybe it's because he finally let go of his snacks, and the smell of the paste from the thousand-year-old underground palace can actually carry a mellow meaty aroma.

... Meaty?

On the Zijin Palace, Quan Ying turned her head and saw Yan Wen and Zang Ji unknowingly burning a large copper pot.The broth in the pot is already boiling, with a thin layer of fat floating, and it is making a "gurgling" sound, and the pot is full of delicious mountain delicacies.Among the boiled green onions, you can even see the big bones of the beef that have been stewed to the bone.

Yan Wen ate the buttered melon seeds, and put the thick-cut tender beef marinated in sauce into the pot with chopsticks, feeling very comfortable.

"Brother Zangji, the creamy melon seeds given by Immortal Hanchuan are really good, you should try it too."

"Thank you, Brother Yanwen," Cang Ji poured a plate of lamb leg meat into the pot, and then took out a small oiled paper bag from his bosom, "I forgot, I also bought a spicy rabbit head with wine, come here, come here, You're welcome."

The two of them chatted around the copper pot contentedly, and they were completely different from him in two worlds.

"Dijun, come and eat, I'll serve you a bowl of beef first, to celebrate your initial victory." Yan Wen felt his resentful gaze, and brought him a bowl of meat with chopsticks, "Sesame sauce sesame oil Coriander, I remember your taste correctly, right?"

"No, thank you... This sesame sauce is not from Yao Niangzi's shop, it has a slightly thicker taste."

"I went to Wenhan Mansion this morning and met Immortal Hanchuan. He seemed to have just returned from working in the lower world, so he gave me some local specialties. I think the taste is not bad."

Quan Ying ate with greasy mouth and nodded in agreement.

Cang Ji said: "Speaking of which, Emperor, how are you going to fool Mr. Song next?"

"What else can I do, as long as he is happy. Take one step at a time."

The ghost and Xiaodaotong returned to the ground, but the sky outside was still as quiet as if no one had been here before.

Quan Ying looked at the direction on the compass.

"Brother Zhu, we are still in Zhaohui Country, where do you want to go?"

"crowded place."

Song Hui'an blurted out: "I want to visit the night market."

Quan Ying's heart tightened.

"...From here, 250 miles to the west, there is a big city called Hancheng, and after [-] miles, it is the capital of Zhaohui Kingdom."

"Then let's go west," Song Hui'an said, "I want to go to a lively place. Don't do what Yujian does, I want to walk around with my feet, can I?" Humanity is particularly curious.

"it is good."

The two walked hand in hand into the quiet forest behind the barren mountain.Behind the forest is the sun and the plain, and behind the plain is the river.

The horizon is extremely far away, as if he will never reach it.

Everything around is strange.He couldn't recognize the warm sun shining on him, and he just let the wind dry his tearful eyes.

[The author has something to say: This article is over.

The happy daily life of parading begins tomorrow.

Thanks to Xianting Fairy for catching bugs and helping! ! ! ! !

TIP: The standard of the sachet in the article refers to the silver sachet with grape flower and bird pattern. The folk customs are all my nonsense, don’t believe it_(з」∠)_]