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The dream gradually deepened.

The ghost king Yan Changsheng, dressed in a gilt black robe, sits quietly on the outer wall of the lifeless ghost city, looking into the distance.

Today, a stranger ushered in this lonely city of ghosts shrouded in coldness and death.

The man was wearing a snow-clothed crane cloak and holding a broken oil-paper umbrella, walking spotlessly in the wilderness and wilderness, and in a blink of an eye he came to Yan Changsheng.

Perhaps it is the gods in the sky who have such cold and compassionate eyes, but what he said is not like that at all.

The Taoist said loudly: "I heard that this place has gathered hundreds of thousands of wronged souls, and it has become a ghost city in the underworld. If we don't go beyond it, it will become a disaster in time."

Yan Changsheng said coldly, "What's the matter with you?"

The Taoist was not annoyed, and asked again: "Are you the ghost king Yan Changsheng?"

Yan Changsheng looked at the Taoist quietly: "Who are you?"

The Taoist put away the broken oilcloth umbrella, gently put it aside, took off the whisk behind his back, and flicked it in the air, unreservedly releasing the pure Taoist primordial power, oppressing the place.There was a faint thunder in the clouds, and in the ghost city, a group of ghosts felt the breath of Lei Fa and hid tremblingly.

The Taoist's brows and eyes became sharp, but his tone was as calm as before: "It doesn't matter who you are, you just have to remember, I'm the one to defeat you!"

The dream suddenly became blurred, and there was a faint thunderstorm pouring down.

The ghost city in the dream is releasing thunder, all ghosts cry together, the storm is violent, and it is almost like the end of the world.

This battle lasted for a full six hours, from the twilight to the daylight.

The morning sun rose, the rain cleared and the clouds closed, and the city wall where the two stayed had already collapsed.

Yan Changsheng fell into the ruins, his chest was pierced by a mahogany sword, and he was dying.The Taoist didn't get any better, he repeatedly used the forbidden technique, and vomited blood under the surge of energy and blood.

Yan Changsheng has no intention of seeking to survive. Since the day he became the ghost king, he knew that he would have this day. The stories in the storybook always have such an ending: the ghost king who rules one side will be wandered here by the Taoist priest one day Beheaded, the soul will be scattered, and you will never be reborn forever.

Born in the emperor's family, all kinds of things in the yang world were not what he wanted. He tried his best to do good deeds and accumulate virtue to protect the people of one side, but he was sentenced to death by a decree and could not end well.

After his death, he took in lonely souls and wild ghosts to form a ghost town, and left behind the living people who fled here.

Before and after his death, he had good intentions in his heart, but things backfired.

The Taoist finally regained his breath, and he asked: "Just now I forced the Ten Thousand Tribulations Purple Cloud God Thunder, and my blood couldn't move. Why didn't you take the opportunity to kill me?"

He didn't answer, just looked at the Taoist quietly.

The Taoist met his lifeless eyes, and suddenly understood: "In this troubled world, countless people want to live, but you, the majestic ghost king, want to die."

He didn't speak, and waited for the ending of his soul flying away.

The Taoist spat out another mouthful of blood, and came to him clutching his chest, squatting down, brushing away the messy hair in front of the Ghost King with his blood-stained hands, and looking at each other.

The crane cloak on the Taoist had already fallen off during the fierce fight, his snow-white gown was also stained with blood and dust, his hair crown was crushed even more, his black hair was scattered on his shoulders, and the blood on the corner of his mouth made his jade-white face even more radiant. Thrilling, it is completely the appearance of a banished immortal.

His eyes were suddenly lit up by the brilliance around the Taoist, and he couldn't bear to look away.

He felt good that he could die at the hands of this person.

"I've changed my mind. With my ability, even if I kill you, I won't be able to transcend this ghost city. Sooner or later, a new ghost king will be born out of a hundred thousand souls. It may not be as kind as you." The Taoist laughed and killed the demon. The ferocity and ruthlessness when he was slaying demons faded away from him, and what remained was his own gentleness and kindness, as well as a bit of youthful naughtiness.

The Taoist said slowly, "Dayong's vitality has been exhausted once, and now there are many princes from all sides, and the smoke is everywhere. The wars and conquests between the countries are continuous, and the conquests continue. Looking at the sky, the real dragon has not appeared, but the evildoers appear frequently. I don't want to obey the decree of a hypocrite, and I don't have the ability to help the country, so I can only wander around, subduing demons and eliminating demons. I only hope that I can relieve the suffering of all living beings and complete my heart. You..."

The Taoist looked at him and asked with a smile, "Would you like to come with me?"

"Winner and loser, do I have a choice?" He asked back.

What he said was a reluctance, but there was another voice in his heart:

—I would.

The Taoist laughed and laughed, his Qi and blood were unstable, and he spit out a mouthful of blood again: "Cough cough... Yan Changsheng, the ghost king exists, and the world will not tolerate it, but I promise, if I am here one day, I will definitely protect your life." worry!"

The Taoist signed a master-servant contract with him. After all, Yan Changsheng is a ghost king born among hundreds of thousands of innocent souls.

What's more, if there is no contract with the ghost king, the Taoists in the world will never trust him, and they will kill demons and demons, and kill Yan Changsheng painfully, and it will be his fellow Taoists who will die at that time.

The ghost city gradually went away, and Yan Changsheng suddenly stopped leaving.

Looking back, the city wall winding up amidst the mist and ghosts can be seen faintly, it is the place he once guarded.Perhaps, he will never come back.

The Taoist also stopped and looked back.

"Changsheng, are you still worried about the ghost town?"

"Yeah." He muffled in response.

The handsome Taoist in the snow-clothed crane cloak smiled slightly, his face was still pale after the war, but his expression was gentle and firm: "Don't worry, this troubled world will end one day, and the new dynasty will have a new look. By that day On this day, the underworld will return to order, and the wild ghosts trapped in the ghost town will go to reincarnation."

"How long?" Yan Changsheng asked.

"I don't know either. What we can do now is to end this chaos as soon as possible, even if it's just a little effort." The Taoist smiled at him, "Let's go, I'll take you to see the outside world."

In the dream, the Taoist took his hand and led him out of the ghost town that trapped him. They traveled all over the country, traveling in the world where mountains and rivers are broken and wars are raging.

When a country is about to perish, there must be evildoers, and all kinds of monsters and ghosts come out in the world, no matter in the temples or in the harem, there are evildoers everywhere, not to mention in the mountains and villages. The village fell, and there was no one alive.

The two of them are running for a little hope in this world full of flames.

Among the ten thousand armies, he took the head of evildoers, rescued ghosts and evil spirits in the harem, and also retreated into the mountains to escape from the temple.

In the dream of the ghost king Yan Changsheng, there are colors other than black and white.

He looked up at the Taoist devoutly, and suddenly thought that all the pain he had suffered in life and after death was for meeting this person.

If so, he thanked God.

At that time, he was immersed in the warmth that he had never had before, but he forgot that the destiny had never been kind to him.

………………

The abandoned pier in Queyue City is shrouded in heavy fog.

In a warehouse at the pier, the dim lights were lit up, illuminating the darkness.

"Signed copy." The collector stretched out his right hand.

A handsome valet in a tuxedo handed her an autographed copy.

"Signature pen." The collector stretched out his left hand again.

The beautiful maid in maid outfit handed her a signature pen.

"It's really a little exciting to meet the idol face to face like this." The collector said with emotion, and strode towards the "Sleeping Beauty".

Yan Changsheng was still in a deep sleep, unaware that he had been sent from his home to this warehouse on the abandoned dock.Objectively speaking, this kind of behavior is kidnapping, but the "person" who committed the crime is a bit weird.

Not "some", it should be "very" - a group of well-trained ghosts broke through the talisman protection of Yan Changsheng's home in a suicide attack, shattering two window panes, and then her wraith servant came, Calmly took away the sleeping target, and came to the place where she had prepared for the decisive battle.

Seeing the plan being carried out in an orderly manner according to her ideas, the collector showed a satisfied smile.

Now Yiqiu and those two damn cleaners are busy dealing with the ghosts she maliciously released in Queyue City, and when they are exhausted, they will release the news of the hostages and force them to release the arrested man in sunglasses.Then you can sit back and relax, waiting for them to come here to die.

The entire abandoned pier was covered with ghosts released by her. On this dark night, these ghosts were more terrifying than ever. Even she dared not provoke them easily, because once they got out of control, she would absolutely control them. Can't stop the scene.

The collector showed a smug smile, she was finally able to kill her confidant here to avenge the beating!

The Wraith Servant quietly approached the collector, and made a gesture to indicate that Yan Changsheng was about to wake up.

The Collector turned around and looked at the hostage.

Yan Changsheng woke up from the dream in a daze, and the moment he opened his eyes, he couldn't remember where he was.

The collector came to him with a smile on his face, handed over the paper and pen, and said in a strange and gentle tone, "Hi, Yingdi Yan, I am your fan. Can you sign it for me?"

Yan Changsheng sat up suddenly: "Who are you, and where is this place?"

"It's not important." The glamorous woman in red in front of her smiled and said, "The autograph is more important. After all, this is the last autograph in your life, and it is very valuable for collection."

Yan Changsheng's eyes sharpened instantly, and he had a panoramic view of everything in the warehouse.

A group of shadowy figures lingered beside the woman. He thought it was an illusion, but when he looked carefully, these figures seemed to have substance.

The shock is indescribable for Yan Changsheng's feeling at this moment. He suddenly thought that he was still dreaming, but his rationality told him that all of this was real, and these things... were unusual.

"Just now I didn't feel it when I was far away, but now that I get closer, I realize that you are a bit special." The collector looked at Yan Changsheng slightly in surprise, unable to tell what kind of feeling it was.

Although she can control vengeful spirits, she is still a mortal body, and her senses are not much sharper than ordinary people, but her "collections" are much more sensitive.As Yan Changsheng woke up, her collections began to stir, as if a drop of water splashed into the oil pan, it exploded with a "crash", approaching Yan Changsheng.

Something in Yan Changsheng's body was attracting her collection, and the collector raised his eyebrows with some interest.

"Dagger." The collector spread out his right hand, and the Wraith Manservant silently handed her the tool, "Then, I offended you, Film Emperor Yan~"

Yan Changsheng looked at her coldly, without saying a word.

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In fact, Taoism has not recognized reincarnation since ancient times, and the recognition of reincarnation was influenced by Buddhism in the later period.When a person dies, the three souls go up to the sky and the seven souls enter the earth and dissipate, only the three corpses change into living people and become ghosts. This is the origin of ghosts.This book adopts the writing method of Fang Fei, and does not pay attention to these.

The force of the previous life has become a sand sculpture in this life, probably because the age of the Dharma is too peaceful.