Su Ke, the son of the ghost fan in Korean drama

Author of "Korean drama ghost fellow son Suke": Jun Yuansheng

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Back then he always had long, long black hair tied in a high ponytail at the top with a hand-braided silver ribbon.

He wore a sapphire-coloured robe, with a satin tunic pulled up at his belt for mobility.He pulled the rein and got on the horse, whipped the horse, passed the wooden gate of the racecourse, and quickly hid in the trees in the mountains.

The corners of his eyes and brows were dotted with smiles, and his long black hair was flying up behind him.

He is Su Ke, the well-known son of Kaijing.

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Content tags: Sadomasochism, deep affection, special liking, past life, present life, revenge, abuse of scum

Search keywords: Protagonists: Su Ke, Wang Li, Jin Yu, Su Li┃Supporting roles: Chi Enzhuo, Liu Dehua, sunny┃Others: Lonely and brilliant gods and ghosts

☆、meet for the first time

<one>

He couldn't remember his name, and he couldn't remember the story before him.

He has a fair face, thin lips and bright red, and his amorous peach eyes are full of coldness.He was wearing black trousers, a white shirt, and a black woolen long trench coat.He walked through the sea of ​​people, and the black top hat gave him the privilege of not being seen by humans.

On a cold morning, he walked into the hospital and stopped by the bed.

The young and beautiful lady was crying bitterly at the side of the bed, the elderly couple supported each other and wept bitterly, and the attending physician in a white coat stood beside the bed with a face full of regret.And the handsome man who had lost his temperature lying on the hospital bed was already standing beside him.

"Jin Renguo, male, 28 years old, time of death, [-]:[-] on October [-], [-], cause of death, traffic accident rescue failed. Please come with me."

What does he do, perhaps it can be said that he runs a teahouse.

He poured the brewed tea into an exquisite tea bowl, and with both hands holding the classic and elegant tea tray, he turned around and placed it in front of the man, "Drink it, you will forget everything in this life."

"My wife and children and my elderly parents..." The man was full of pain, and his eyes were full of pleading when he looked straight at him.

"They will have a good life." In fact, he didn't know the fate of the three people, but he was afraid of trouble, so in order to solve the problem as soon as possible, he didn't mind telling some so-called white lies.

The man nodded reassuringly at him, drank the bowl of tea with tears in his eyes, turned around and walked out through the door he came in.

Through the glass of the portal, he saw the man walking up the stairs to heaven step by step.He blinked, and kept turning the black top hat with his right index finger, "I'm so tired, why can't I take a vacation."

The door of the room was pushed open, and a man who was also dark all his life, with a fair face and red lips, walked in and sat opposite him, "The 22nd Jin Envoy, do you want to be lazy?"

"Of course not, senior." Because the hell messengers couldn't remember their own names, they had a unified name, Jin Shishi, but he felt that this name really didn't sound good at all, "It is my bounden duty to save them. "

"Very well said, the 22nd Jin Envoy." The man nodded, expressing his affirmation of his professionalism, "but now the morning drama is about to start."

"Mo?" He raised his wrist to look at the time, and found that it was indeed the broadcast time of the TV series he was usually chasing, "Then what are you waiting for, senior, let's go!"

Because they have no money and can't afford expensive electrical appliances and TV sets, the messengers of hell want to watch TV series and can only watch them on the human land.In order to save money and sit in the store and watch TV without buying food, he and his seniors cleverly learned to teleport into the store wearing hats.

The owner of the milk tea shop was wondering why there was still no one at the seat by the window even when there were many customers, but a voice stopped him from thinking deeply, so he gave up finding the reason and turned to devote himself to the great task of making milk tea. career.

While watching TV, he still complained to his seniors why the salary as a messenger of hell was so low, saying that if there was no road money from the family members of the deceased, they might end up living on the streets.

However, the senior who was seriously watching TV listened to this sentence, but he clenched his fists and laughed expectantly, "I've already saved a lot of money, and I'm going to live in a big villa soon."

"Mo?" He marveled at the senior's lack of enthusiasm, as if he had made an appointment to sleep and wear the benches in Hanjiang Park, which are cool in winter and warm in summer, but now senior wants to live alone in a villa that is warm in winter and cool in summer, "so in the future I'm the only one sleeping on the bench?!"

"Why are you alone." The senior patted his head with a smile and comforted him with words that could not be regarded as comforting, "You are not a human at all... besides, there are many homeless people sleeping there."

Being comforted by what seemed to be comforting words, it can be said that his face was full of grievances, and he was almost about to cry with his mouth pursed.

Perhaps because he really felt that he was not loyal enough, the senior waved his hand helplessly, "Okay, okay, then you can go to see the house with me, and if there is any vacant room, you can live in it too. As for the rent... first Just give a deposit, and pay as you earn.”

Hearing that he wouldn't sleep on a park bench by himself, he finally felt relieved.Coincidentally at this time, the mixed-race male No. [-] on TV appeared on the stage. He looked at the deep eyes of the male No. [-], and then at the same deep eyes of his senior, "Senior, your eyes are also very deep. You may have been a mixed race before you were alive." .”

The senior unconsciously touched his eyes, with a questioning tone, "Really?"

"That's right." He was already in a state where he could sell everything for the big villa, and he patted the senior on the shoulder with a smile, and said something that was not very against his will, "Didn't you say that all mixed races are good-looking."

"Then I must be." The senior affirmed himself in this way, and finally looked at him, "You are also very good-looking, even though your eyes are not as deep as mine."

Seeing the face of the senior who became the messenger of hell 200 years earlier comforting himself seriously, he nodded, "Okay, senior."

Human medical technology is constantly improving, which not only brings a great sense of security to human beings, but also reduces many burdens for the messengers of hell.According to other predecessors who have 600 years of work experience, human beings hundreds of years ago could have died of a cold.

He thought about how terrible that would be, how tiring the Hellbringer must be, and he was glad that he was not a Hellbringer at that time.He is sincerely grateful to those medical experts who have made great contributions to human life and health, but while waiting for a morning drama, he learned through the news that China has a greater policy called "family planning".

He thought to himself that it really is a great country with a long history of thousands of years. From this policy, one can imagine how easy it is for China's hell messengers.Because of this policy, the risk of dystocia and death has been greatly reduced, and it has benefited their hell messengers a lot.

In the morning, he had a heated discussion with his predecessors on the "one child" policy.He even wanted to transfer to a foreign country to work as a ghost messenger, until another senior with more than 400 years of work history teleported in wearing a hat, also to watch morning dramas, but overheard the discussion between the two.

The senior raised his eyelids coolly and glanced at the two hell messengers, "China has a population of 13 billion."

"...Our country is very good." The senior said.

"Oh, it's such a blessing to be able to work here," he said.

It is said that human beings are fickle, and from this he understands that it is not only human beings who are fickle, but the messengers of hell are also fickle.So he felt that it is not derogatory to say that people are fickle. He is always so confident that all adjectives that can be used on himself should be commendatory.

He just didn't understand why after he told the truth about this idea to the senior, the senior would have a reserved expression that he couldn't bear to hurt him but didn't want to tell lies against his conscience, as if he was going to be constipated.

"As long as you're happy." In the end, the senior told him so.

So he nodded, firming up his inner thoughts.Because the senior said that it was good for him to be happy, and he was indeed very happy.

After finishing his work in the morning, he went to see the villa with his senior.

He stood in front of the target building, raised his head hard and finally saw the highest point of the building.He didn't know whether the building in front of him should be called a villa or a castle.He only knew that even if he added all his current savings and used his monthly salary to pay the rent, he would still be in arrears of rent soon after.

Spent all my savings, had huge debts, had to sleep on a bench in Han River Park, and had to use my wages for a long time to pay off debts, no money to eat, no money to send my hat to the dry cleaners.

In an instant, all the above-mentioned consequences if he lived in this building appeared in his mind.

When he saw the face of the senior standing next to him who was about to contort, he knew that the senior was trying hard to suppress the excitement of wanting to jump, and put on a poker face like a normal person to show them the house. The young Liu Dehua.

He thought that after entering, he would find some faults, and then he would be able to go smoothly without losing face at all, without being known by others that he left this luxurious building because he was too poor to afford it.

It would be even better if you can leave a high-end atmosphere and a compelling impression on the homeowner before leaving.He thought this way, because if he had saved enough money to rent a house, he might be able to get a discount because of his unique vision.

But after looking around the room, he completely gave up his inner thoughts.

Absolutely, can't fault it.

Seeing that the senior had already paid the money happily, Liu Dehua smiled and gestured for money to him.He was calm on the surface, but his heart was broken and he jumped in a hurry.

Come and save me alone!Come save my face alone!

He had just finished thinking when a figure actually appeared in the living room.But to be precise, it's not a person, it's a ghost.

How should I put it, that was the first time he saw the ghosts that are widely circulated in ghosts and hellbringers.However, just at that glance, that face that should be seen for the first time, stood out from the sea of ​​hundreds of millions of people, like a bullet hitting his soft left atrium.

He was stunned, his heart suddenly hit his atrium violently, again and again.He suddenly reached out and grabbed that piece of clothes, and he could clearly feel the cold sweat streaming down his spine, making the white shirt made in heaven stick to his skin.

He was attacked by the pain and opened his mouth slightly, a voice lingered between his lips and teeth, and finally slanted out along the thin red lips, the low voice was like a sigh, but he didn't know what he was going to say What, "Gold..."

He thought that only he had the familiar feeling.

Unexpectedly, the moment the ghost who had lived for nearly a thousand years saw him, his eyes suddenly widened. Even though he was only a few steps away, the lost Mr. Ghost still appeared in front of him in a teleport.

The ghost looked down at him, and before the senior could react to protect him, a name came out of the ghost's lips.

"Sook!"

As if he had been hit by the acupuncture point mentioned in that distant ancient country, he just raised his head blankly and looked at the ghost close at hand.

A voice echoed in his ear.

You used to be that young master Su Ke, and you were famous all over Kaijing.

That low, singing voice was clearly his own.

☆、The entanglement of the previous life

<two>

The ghosts who have lived for nearly a thousand years are so familiar with that face.

As early as 900 years ago, whenever Jin Dang won a battle, Su Ke, wearing a sapphire robe, rode through the market streets in Kaijing, Goryeo, and said to Jin Dang, who was waiting for the return of his troops, "Come back!" That's fine, that's fine."

The daughters of the aristocratic family appeared on the streets of Kaijing in a sedan chair carried by two people with complicated skirts.The ladies with exquisite makeup hid behind the windows on the second floor of the teahouse and poked their heads out quietly.Some of them just wanted to catch a glimpse of the general Jin Yu who had returned from the victory, and most of them just wanted to catch a glimpse of the young master Su Ke with an intoxicating and gentle smile on his brows and eyes.

He got off the horse and handed the reins to the servants who accompanied him, and asked someone to lead the horse back, but he and General Jin Yu talked and laughed all the way to the gate of the royal city.

The returning general was in a good mood, looked up at the grand occasion of the teahouses on both sides, and patted Su Ke on the shoulder, "Look at the ladies on both sides, they are all here for you."

"How could it be?" He shook his head with a knowing smile, and stopped in place suddenly.He looked up at the blue sky above Kaijing, the people on the streets of Kaijing lived in harmony and affluence, and the faint smiles of ladies from aristocratic families flickered behind the window lattices.In the end, he took a look at the ever-victorious general Jin Yu who was defending the country's frontier, pursed his lips and sighed happily, "The way you look now is really wonderful."

It's really good.

Jin Yu thought that young master Su Ke was really different from generals like them, and a very ordinary sentence uttered from his lips was like reciting a poem.It’s like at the end of summer in August and September, sitting opposite each other in the buckwheat flower field on the outskirts of Kaijing, each holding a red wine cup, holding a tank of newly brewed cherry blossom wine and pouring one-third and seven-point full, it is always spicy and delicious. Intoxicated and slightly drunk.

But that was the last time Su Ke went to open the gate of the capital to welcome Jin Yu back, and that was also the last time Jin Yu heard Su Ke say in his aria-like gentle voice, "It's good to be back, it's good to be like this".

Later, Kim Sun's younger sister, Kim Sun, will marry the king of Goryeo in accordance with the last king's behest.

One day when he was reading in the courtyard, Su Ke heard that the king had left the king's city and arrived at the general's mansion of Jin Yu.After thinking about it again and again, he still put down his books, got up and changed his clothes, and walked into the general's mansion alone.

He walked to the side of Jin Yu who was standing with his hands behind his back, and followed General Chang Sheng's line of sight.Wang, who was still young, was lying on the top of the wall, looking into the yard.

After Wang Li came down from the wall, he turned around and saw Su Ke standing with Jin Yu, and immediately ran over excitedly.Su Ke shook his head secretly, but he only thought that the current king is still young and there is still a lot of room for improvement.

Wang Li looked at him happily, "Su Ke, why are you here?"

"My lord, I came to play chess with the general." He casually said an unfounded but very convincing reason, and the general beside him also nodded in affirmation following his words.

After seeing off Wang Li, he and Jin Yu went to the gate of the courtyard where Wang Li had been watching just now.

The woman with a playful and pleasing smile in the yard held up her skirt, with a white porcelain bowl on her shoulders, raised her head and chest, with a bright smile, and practiced step by step according to the distance established by Shang Gong.

He lowered his eyes with regret, and then raised his eyes to look at Jin Yu, a pair of amorous but unexpectedly kind peach eyes were full of struggle and sadness.He said, "Such a person should be very happy."

After hearing his words, the general who had been on the battlefield for several times stiffened Wei'an's body in vain, but smiled lightly at random. He looked at his sister and whispered, "This is her fate."

Entering the king's city, assisting the king's affairs.Even if the ending is tragic, and even the confidante may die early, that is her fate.As his golden sister, if she can't go to the battlefield, she will definitely dedicate her life to Goryeo.

Fortunately, fortunately, she was very happy in the royal city.

Jin Ling led the sacred order of "die in battle and never come back". When he was surrounded by the enemy, the night before preparing for the surprise attack, he sat in the tent and watched the soldiers outside singing Goryeo ditties. The wind blows, and it is torn apart.

Under his armor, above his inner garment, at the place closest to his heart, there are letters from Jin Shan and Su Ke, neatly folded letter papers with broken creases, written by him on the battlefield. The only motivation to keep going.

Jin Shan said that Wang was very kind to her.

She said that she had heard good news about her brother, and the people of Korea were looking forward to her return.She said that I am also waiting for you in the royal city of Kaijing.

Su Ke said that it was windy again today.

He said that the buckwheat field on the outskirts of the city has gradually declined. The newly brewed cherry blossom wine this year was too intoxicating. under the cherry tree.He said that when you come back, you can pick it up yourself.

In the end, he said, uncle, now that the traitor is in power, the king will not be the king.Su Ke has no talent or virtue, and he failed to go to the battlefield like you to kill all the offenders of Korea.But Su Ke lives in the temple, and he has to worry about my king. Although he knows that this is a road of no return, maybe it is just like what my uncle said, this is also Su Ke's fate.

He said, uncle, stay away from Kaijing and don't come back.

Jin Yu and Su Ke are uncles and nephews.But because Jin Yu is a general, and the son Su Ke is free and easy by nature, the two of them no longer care about these cumbersome title etiquette issues.

Jin Yu remembered that Su Ke was eighteen years old now, and the last time Su Ke called him uncle was eight years ago when Su Ke sent him out of the capital for the first time.

At that time, Su Ke did not have the reputation of "Young Master Su Ke, famous in Kaijing".The little doll who is only ten years old is really a girl doll carved in powder and jade.Wearing a blue robe, he saw Jin Yu off with a smile on the city gate tower. He said, Uncle and nephew are waiting for your return in Kaijing.

That's a real aristocratic accent with correct words and round accents, and every move of his hands and feet is full of the atmosphere of a nobleman.The people in the city who saw Jin Yu off all said that the child was born really well, and that he would be a heavenly figure in the future.

The child who was carved in pink and jade has grown into a handsome and handsome young man, but he will die in this most beautiful time.

The day after the last letter was sent out, Su Ke got up to wash up as usual, and he told the housekeeper that he was going to the king's city to meet the king.He doesn't wear an official uniform, he wears a satin gown with a warm color like white jade, and a blue headband tied his long black hair on top of his hair.

After packing everything up, he stood in the yard and looked around the mansion where he had lived for 18 years. He turned his head to look at the red-eyed butler grandpa beside him, and smiled as always. It's a pity that I won't let you worry about it in the end... When I leave, Grandpa, you can take them away."

The butler, who was nearly seventy years old, was already in tears after hearing what he said, and only said that the master and wife left early, which made the young master suffer.

He said this is my destiny.

He knelt before the king's case, performed the standard courtier's courtesy, and did not look at Pu Zhongyuan who was standing beside him, "Your Majesty, please don't be blinded by the mist. General Jin Yu has made countless military achievements in his life. There was a rebellious heart at the time. Now Wang Shangyuan is a virtuous minister, and he will definitely discuss privately with the people. Your real enemy is not General Jin Yu, but Pu Zhongyuan."

He was detained in the dungeon, and the last thing he said to Wang Li was a simple sentence, "Your Majesty, there is a wind blowing in the capital."

Jin Yu disobeyed Wang Li's order and refuted Su Ke's wishes. After the victory, he returned to Kaijing.He led the few brothers who had gone to the battlefield together and waited for a quarter of an hour at the gate of Kaijing, but Su Ke did not come to welcome him.

He lost some brothers before he was able to enter Kaijing King City.

He passed his sister, who was shot and fell.He stepped up the stairs step by step, and all the servants in the family were beheaded.He walked step by step on the last battlefield of his life, and every step was paved with the bones and blood of his loved ones.But at that moment, a touch of warm white came into view.

With his hands tied behind his back, Su Ke straightened his spine and stood on the high wall.He was wearing the white robe when he was in custody, but he already looked decadent covered with blood and stains.It is said that he was born very well, his handsome face was covered with bruises and bloodstains, and he still had the appearance of fascinating women from Kaijing.

The cyan hairband is scattered, and the long black hair is slanted down, against the face of white jade, even in prison, a pair of amorous peach eyes are still clear and clean, and there is a gentle smile appearance.

"General, let me say something." He no longer called him uncle as affectionately as in the letter, he bent his eyes and teased coldly, "Don't worry about me, that's fine."

Su Ke always said to Jin Ling, that's good, that's good.Even though he was about to die, he still felt that it would be good for a person like Jin Yu to do what he wanted, even if he had to pass by his dead body.

Before anyone else could speak, he broke free from the jailer's shackles, stepped forward, and fell from the high city wall with the wind of Kaijing.

"Sook!"

After several struggles on the dangerous battlefield, Jin Dang finally came back alive. Jin Dang, who did not shed a single tear in that situation, watched Su Ke fall to the corner of the wall like a rain butterfly with broken wings, and the sudden rise of moisture He couldn't see the expression of the person in the highest position clearly.

He approached Su Ke, the man's body fell to the ground, the slender left leg was twisted into an angle that living humans could not reach.He straightened Su Ke's left leg, lifted his upper body, and felt that warm blood continued to flow from the back of his head, and even his thin lips, which had lost their color, were still slowly bleeding scarlet blood.

So many people died, including Jin Shan and even Su Ke, but they couldn't save Jin Yu.

Until Jin Yu woke up as a ghost in the buckwheat flower field on the outskirts of the city, he returned to Wangcheng to kill Park Zhongyuan, and saw the body of his younger sister Jin Shan.He thought Mr. Wang Li would still hold a splendid state funeral for Jin Shan.

He took the dead Su Ke who was already stiff and couldn't even laugh, and returned to the buckwheat flower field where he woke up.

"You say you, if you don't mind my business and just be your family's son with peace of mind, then why are you here?"

Jin Yu dug a hole in the buckwheat flower field with his sword, put Su Ke in it, smoothed his white robe, and straightened his long black hair.Before covering the soil, Jin Ling took a deep look at Su Ke's face one last time. He didn't know whether he was bewitched or what, he lowered his head and kissed Su Ke lightly on the corner of Su Ke's lips that were still stained with scarlet blood.

Just take it as farewell.

900 years later, the ghost Jin Yu embraced Su Ke, the messenger of hell, with a hoarse voice that made people cry.

"You are Su Ke, the son of Kaijing."

"You are my Suke..."

☆, official check-in

<three>

"Well... you said I'm Suke..." He sat on the sofa, the senior sat beside him, and opposite was Mr. Ghost, who was about to cry while hugging him just now, and now his eyes are red, "What evidence is there?" ... If it's just the same face, I'm afraid it's hard to be convincing."

"What evidence do you need? You are Su Ke!" Mr. Ghost pushed aside Liu Dehua who brought over tea with a little urgency, and stared at Su Ke as if he was afraid that he would run away, "You just live in, and I..."

"What serious crime did Su Ke commit?" His sudden words stunned the other hell messengers, a ghost and a person, but he calmly pushed the tea cup that Liu Dehua handed over a little bit, and smiled apologetically. , "I'm not too allergic to tea, sorry."

After he finished speaking, seeing that the ghost hadn't reacted, he bent his eyes and smiled, "Didn't you say that people who have committed serious crimes will become hell messengers after they die. If you say I am Su Ke, then what?" What crime did Su Ke commit during his lifetime?"

What crime did Su Ke commit?

Su Ke has been gifted with extraordinary talent since he was a child, and he has excellent literary and military skills. Today, 900 years later, he is just like a child of other people's family.His short 18-year life course has saved countless lives.In the end, he also died to save people.

He has a good heart and a free and easy nature.

So, such Su Ke, what crime can he have.

He looked at Mr. Ghost's eyes that were getting colder and colder, and couldn't help trembling.People who were obviously very enthusiastic just now suddenly became so indifferent. Sure enough, not only people and hell messengers, ghosts are also very fickle.

"That's right, you should not be him." Mr. Ghost suddenly smiled politely and alienated, "Then, please go back, both of you."

"But the contract has already been signed." With a confident look of "I'm fully prepared to prevent this situation", the senior stretched out his hand and shook out a piece of paper.

In the next second, the paper burned out of thin air.

"^_^" This is Mr. Ghost who blew on the smell of gunpowder that does not exist on his fingertips.

I understand that with the thick skin of the seniors, I will definitely move in without any pressure, and the one that was just burned is a copy.He raised his eyebrows and realized a somewhat cruel problem. He didn't pay and couldn't pay, so he didn't have a contract.

"Oh! So I'm the only one left to sleep in the park from now on?!" He smiled wryly.

"Sleeping in the park?" Liu Dehua, who was sitting on the chair next to him and holding a mug in one hand, looked at him curiously, "The business of your teahouse is not very good."

"Of course..." He was about to say that he could sleep in the office before, but he had to go to the park to sleep because he was accidentally discovered by the hell supervision team. She shook her hands and gave him a pitiful look, "Forget it, you can live here, and remember to pay the rent on time."

He originally wanted to refuse, because he knew his financial situation and ability to bear it. If he really stayed, the consequences he had imagined before would probably come true.But the senior pinched his elbow, and smiled with a seemingly amiable senior, "Let's live here, huh?"

In the end, he still had to succumb to the despotic power of his predecessors.Finally having a room of his own didn't make him feel excited. When he put his things in the room after washing, he kept thinking about when he would be evicted because he couldn't pay the rent.

Knowing that short deadline made him almost cry, but the senior dressed in black suddenly teleported in front of him, and he had to change from tears to a smile immediately, and the result was that his eyes failed to switch to a happy smile With tears in his eyes.

"Oh! The 22nd Jin Envoy, why are you crying, because you are so happy to have your own room?" The senior couldn't understand the real emotion in his eyes, but it was obvious that the senior also felt that this was related to what he was about to say It's not that important, "That ghost, didn't you say that you look like someone he knows, just pretend to be that person, and we can live here for free forever!"

"..." He wiped away the tears stained on his eyelashes with his sleeve, stretched out his hand and pushed the senior until he pushed him out of the room.Standing at the door and blocking the door of the house to prevent seniors from coming in, he had a complex expression on his face, and he said after much deliberation, "Senior, although we are poor, we must be poor and ambitious... Also, please be sure to knock on the door in the future." Come in again!"

After he finished speaking, he slammed the door, and as soon as he turned around and squatted down against the door, he wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, because it was the first time he confronted the sometimes naive and slightly mentally handicapped senior.As a result, before he finished expressing his breath, when he looked up, he saw the long legs of the senior wearing black trousers.

"I made a mistake, senior!" He said before the senior opened his mouth to settle the score, comforting himself in his heart that a man can bend and stretch, and must not be bogged down by trivial matters, "I will cook tomorrow's breakfast!"

The senior clenched his fist with his right hand to block the upward curve of his mouth, nodded and teleported out, "Very good."

The big bed in the room is made of wood, covered with snow-white sheets and quilts.He squatted on the side of the bed with a grateful side face against the soft bed, and stretched out his hand to stroke the soft duvet. His excitement could no longer be expressed in words, but his lips were trembling slightly, and his lips were about to burst into tears.

God knows, since he was kicked out of the office by the hell monitoring team more than ten years ago, he has been circulating in various park benches in the areas under the jurisdiction of the hell messengers, and finally found that the environment in Hanjiang Park is the most pleasant. Although it is cool in winter and warm in summer, it is really It is good humidity.

And we can often see human couples confessing to break up in the park, and often a disagreement is the development of morning dramas.But occasionally seeing a young couple doing some indescribable things in the dark, he would always cover his eyes tightly with his hands, and his face would turn red.

Once, the senior who was in charge of the place saw it. The senior looked at the young human couple and then at him, and sighed, "They just kiss and it's not inappropriate for children. Why are you doing this? When you die, look at you. You are still very young... Really, there are not many hell messengers as simple as you these days."

Ah, that's a long way off.

Although the environment of Hanjiang Park is suitable and the climate is pleasant, it failed to save him from the fate of stiff limbs tortured by benches. He almost got cervical spondylosis and spent a lot of money to go to human hospitals for treatment.

Before his thoughts diverged to how expensive and defrauding human hospitals, he regained his sanity.

He took off his shoes and socks with a smile, and carefully lifted the duvet, intending to lie comfortably in it without affecting the overall beauty of the bed.Don't laugh at him, he just hasn't slept in bed for too long, and besides, he is going to lose his fortune for this room, and before that, he thinks it is more cost-effective to simply enjoy it.

"Oh~" Mr. Ghost, who teleported in, obviously didn't control his landing place very well, and the soft feeling made him gasp in surprise.The ghost lying on the bed looked at the bed under him, and then at the hell messenger standing beside him carefully pulling the quilt, looking at him with a confused and inexplicable aggrieved face, "Did I... bother you? "

"I..." He thought to himself that he had already rented this room, but then he thought that this person would become his creditor in the future, so he glanced at the pressed and wrinkled bed sheet with infinite grievances, and suppressed the desire to cry Impulse, "No...you have something to say..."

"I want to say, you... um, are you paying too much attention to this bed?" The ghost put one hand in his pocket and made the standard gestures of about to give a speech. After doing this, he found that the young hell messenger was not watching Own!But shaking the wrinkles on the quilt bit by bit? exm?Am I not handsome now?Not as attractive as that cheap bed... oh no, hellbringer?The 900-year-old ghost is inexplicably unhappy.

He thought to himself that even if he was poor, he couldn’t behave too poorly, and he couldn’t lose face to the messenger of hell. He secretly cheered himself up, even if he worked overtime for a low salary and worked hard for a whole hundred years, he couldn’t grow up in this castle. The living hell messenger can't lose face in front of the ghost who has lived for 100 years, whether it looks or is actually very rich.

When he raised his head to look at the ghost, he found that the other party seemed to be holding back his smile very hard.

"Ahem!" The ghost looked at the boy in front of him with a puzzled face and pretended to cough. He was thinking about how to speak so that this little hell messenger could avoid embarrassment, "I mean, as a hell messenger... Is your inner activities a little too rich... Well, I can hear the voice in your heart, and you should be able to hear mine too."

"..." This is the young hell emissary who is ashamed and angry.

"..." This is Mr. Goblin who found out to avoid embarrassing the young Hellbringer to avoid failure.

"...I can't hear it." He shook his head innocently, and stretched out his left hand to show the other party the tail ring on his hand, "I could hear it when I was the messenger of hell, but the sound was too loud and it gave me a headache, so I saved it I bought this for a long time, and it can be blocked.”

"Oh, not bad, you can still afford a silver ring!" Mr. Goblin tried his best to make the young Hellbringer less embarrassed.

"...Stainless steel...Because I have no money, I can only buy stainless steel." This is even more embarrassing for the young hell messenger.

"...Then what, it's getting late, you should go to bed early." The ghost finally found that no matter how hard he tried, the young hell messenger couldn't avoid the fatal fact of embarrassment caused by poverty.He finally planned to let go of the immature Hell Envoy and go back to his room to rest.

When he finally got into bed, he turned off the lights in the room in the blink of an eye, and in the blink of an eye again, candles of various colors on both sides of the room lit up slowly and tremblingly,