The paranoid boss Hei Yueguang escaped from marriage

Santu River.

Huang Mushuang didn't speak from the beginning to the end.

After the new ghost called his name, Huang Mushuang seemed to have lost all words.At the moment when the Santu River was flooded, Mio Hanaqing saw with his own eyes that Huang Mushuang, who had been his partner for 500 years, suddenly lowered his head and kissed the new ghost gently on top of his head.With a light movement of his lips, he finally called out the name of the new ghost, Li Canyue.

The ghost stick with nine bends and eighteen bends fell into the center of the vortex, and strands of blood ooze from the center of the ebony crutch.

Hanaki Mio curled her fingers unnaturally.After a while, he quickly rushed to the side of the ship, thrust his forearm down as hard as he could, and shouted sharply, "Come back—!"

"I can't come back!" Kalong hooked Huaqing Mio's waist with a long penny, and said helplessly: "Everyone in the world is a world of mortals, but they don't know that there is always love and hatred that cannot be extinguished in this hell. After the river is soaked, even you will be turned into blood and bones."

Caron said this twice today.Even Hanaki Mio said it once.

He understands the truth, but he doesn't believe it.

Caron, the boatman, put down the penny, and the ferry lost a soul-inviter and stood still for a long time.The outside of the ship was extremely filthy, and the bloody water was gurgling with sticky foam. Huaqing Mio watched Huang Mushuang disappear, and there was no trace of it in the sky or the earth.

500...

500 years ago, he jumped into the River of Forgetfulness from the bottom of the abyss of blood. After being washed by the waterfall of blood, a wisp of ghost floated up and down, and floated against the current to the Santu River in the underworld.Huang Mushuang, who was on duty that day, passed by with a red lantern, and picked him up from the river with a ghost stick with nine bends and eighteen bends.He was hanging on the ghost stick, as thin as a piece of tattered clothes.

Huang Mushuang, who had a flat brow, grinned.Hey, it's still a stunning ghost!

Huang Mushuang picked him up with a ghost stick, carried it on his shoulders, and walked unsteadily across the road of reincarnation covered with gorgeous Bana flowers.Red snow fell one after another.

Later, Huang Mushuang made a name for him in the third hole of the Yuan Prison, the Nihility Realm, and worked as a ghost messenger.

-May I have your name?When recording the case, Huang Mushuang once asked him with a smile.

— time spent.

Huaqing Mio lowered her eyes, the devilish energy perfectly concealed the traces of his past wandering in the heavens.He has no bones left, and the ghost spirit is missing from the three souls, so he can't reincarnate, so being a ghost messenger is the best arrangement.

From then on, it will be 500 years.

He never knew Huang Mushuang's real name, and his name was worthless in the underworld, so he never asked.

He also never asked why Huang Mushuang insisted on staying in the underworld because he was clearly a mortal who was destined to bring an official salary.Why are you just like him and not reincarnated?

But once, Huang Mushuang half-truthfully mentioned to him that he didn't like to be a human being, let alone live a long life.What's more, he has done both the people of the flourishing age and the ghosts of the chaos, so it's meaningless.

Huang Mushuang never mentioned that there is still someone waiting for him in the mortal world.That person named Li Canyue, with deep-rooted obsession, has been a living ghost for more than a hundred years, wandering around the world day and night, until this time he was captured by the Wandering Soul Division and taken to the well of reincarnation to reincarnate.

One hundred years in the world of yang, five hundred years in the underworld.

Li Canyue finally found Huang Mushuang, with overwhelming hatred and even more majestic nostalgia.It's a pity that Li Canyue only knew that he had been waiting for a hundred years, but didn't know that this relationship was an even longer 500 years for Huang Mushuang.

Is it considered infatuation to remember a person for a hundred years?

What if you remember 500 years?

If, remembering that person for 500 years, when we reunited, knowing that that person was going to kill me, but still couldn't bear to fight back, I would rather be dragged into the Santu River by that person and never be reborn... Does this mean that the obsession is deeper?

A cold smile curled up on Mio Hanaseki's lips.Obsession... He lost this kind of thing as early as 3000 years ago.

**

The crooked knuckles gradually stretched out, bright as jade, tinged with the unique chill of the underworld.

Hana Qing Mio's eyes fell on the Santu River which was gradually calming down.Its water is full of blood, filthy and inaccessible, and there are countless fragments of undead who have lost their memories.

Huang Mushuang was gone.

"Heh!" Huaqing Mio stood up, and the red lantern hooked by her little finger fell to the ground with a puff.With a light foot, after rushing down the ferry like flying smoke, he tore apart a group of new ghosts with his bare hands.

After Li Canyue threw himself into the river, there were a total of 79 new ghosts left, all of whom were the reincarnations he was in charge of extraditing today.

The new ghosts panicked, screaming, wailing, screaming, cursing, and crying, and fell down on the bloody bank at the end of the Santu River.The beggar Qing Mio caught up in three steps and two steps, and a pair of fleshy palms flew, tearing into pieces of blue-gray shadows.

Caron stood on the bow of the boat with his teeth bared, watched for half an hour, and then pressed down the bamboo hat.With a little penny, the boat went leisurely away.

Across the river, I could vaguely hear Karon's desolate singing coming from afar.

When you get old, you see paintings in the sky,

I also traveled in my dream.

Who will see the peach blossoms falling?

Water flows to the world.

The water of the Santu River did not flow to the human world, and the bloody water flowed retrogradely back to the depths of the Blood Waterfall.

Huaqing Mio was originally an ancient fairy of Biluotian, even if there is only a wisp of ghost left now, she is fierce enough to destroy life.To him, tearing apart 79 new ghosts was just a snap of his fingers.After the blue-gray ghost was shattered, part of it was thrown into the Santu River by him, and sacrificed to Huang Mushuang, but part of it disappeared, probably being swallowed up by the dark energy in the underworld automatically.

Gradually, even the singing of the boatman Karon can hardly be heard.

Huaqing Mioji sat on the bank, facing the Santu River that had swallowed Huang Mushuang and Li Canyue alive, touched her waist with jade-like fingers, only to find that he had given the jug of spirits to Kalong.

No wine in my waist, no tears in my eyes.As a fallen immortal infected with demonic energy, all he can do seems to be to sing long songs and cry.

"Brother Huang," Huaqing Mio finished the song, a cold smile appeared on her beautiful lips. "They all only care about their own hearts! But they never care about it. The most heartless people are those who only care about their own hearts."

Naturally, Huang Mushuang couldn't answer him anymore, so he bent his legs and gave another cool smile. "Everyone in the world is guilty, and today I will punish them for you."

After a pause, the low laughter gradually turned to a whisper. "...Are you happy or not?"

Everything around in the mist seems to be nothing, the reality that cannot be touched by the fingertips, emptiness and nothingness.When he slowly got up, the color of the water seemed to turn into sparkles.

Even without the red clothes, Hana Qing Mio still has the unique aura of the ancient Milky Way water, and all creatures in the world like him.It took him a long and long 3000 years, with great difficulty, to erase the joy of all things towards him.

What is the use of this false joy for him?They all failed him.What is the difference between immortals, demons, and demons?

Boom!Mio Hanaqing threw down the lantern, and the red lantern floated on the surface of the Santu River, reflecting the surroundings as if they were on fire.

Tsing Yi red light.

Standing on the bank of the Santu River for a long time.

**

"Time to spend—!"

"Hua Shi, you are so courageous!"

Half an hour later, the execution officer who came over after hearing the news put Hana Qingmi in chains, locked him up, and wanted to take him to the duty station in the Nihility Realm.

Hanaqing Mio stood with his hands behind his back on the bank of the Santu River, his long black hair danced lightly, there was no wind, but he seemed to be standing in the warm April wind in the sun, his lips curled into a chuckle.The cheeks, which were as bright as the moon, turned slightly, causing the iron chain around the neck to rattle.The chain is very long, and the other end is held in the hand of the underworld official in the crimson government uniform.

"Hua Shi, don't disobey orders! Today, you tore up raw ghosts with your hands and lost 79 lives. All these causes and effects must be tried before the case!"

The other yamen servant bared his teeth and smiled extremely coldly. "It's enough for you to squat at Xueyuankou for hundreds of years!"

The Nihility Realm is responsible for extradition and rebirth. Although it is also called the underworld, it is actually a very comfortable place.At the beginning, Huang Mushuang registered Huaqing Mio here because she took pity on his loneliness. He raised the lamp to attract the soul every day, and inhaled the ghost energy to repair the soul, and he didn't need to worry about the rest.

Now Hana Qingmi has ruined this errand, according to the rules, he must be punished, leave the world of nothingness, and go to the blood abyss to guard the evil spirits, if he is not careful, he will slip into the abyss and become one with the sticky blood abyss .

There are countless souls swallowed by the blood abyss, a mere soul inducer, they understand that he has no ability, and can escape from birth.

"Let's go!"

The yamen servant pulled the chain again and tightened it in his hands.

Huaqing Mio lowered her eyes halfway, and after a breath, she sneered.He raised his foot slowly, and before leaving, he suddenly looked back into the depths of the green smoke for some reason.There is the house where he has lived for nearly 500 years, and in the house, there is still a little bird demon who is seriously injured and dying.

Well?The little bird demon didn't know what to do either.

After leaving him, that little bird demon that has yet to transform itself... alone, can it survive in the underworld?