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

<Four>

Jin Ling returned to the room, but did not rest immediately.

He was sitting on the bed, holding a wooden box he had just brought from the study in his hand.The finely carved sandalwood box exudes a long fragrance in his hand.

The box contains letters sent by Su Ke 900 years ago to him on the battlefield.Jin Yu used the best spices, but it didn't stop the paper from becoming yellow and ancient. After all, it has been a long 900 years.But staring at those letters for countless times has made Jin Yu engrave each word, even the strokes, in his heart bit by bit.

After he finally accepted that Su Ke had left, and he had to remember what happened that day every minute and every second year after year, he built a small wooden house in front of Su Ke's grave and lived there for a while .

The deceased members of the Liu family who helped him from generation to generation were all buried by him in remote Quebec, Canada, and they all had stone tablets inscribed by Jin Ling himself.Only Su Ke, who died alone in the outskirts of Kaijing 900 years ago, has buckwheat flowers blooming on his body.Jin Yu also set up a stone tablet for him, but it only has the simple word "Su Ke".

And today, 900 years later, Jin Ling saw the hell messenger with the same face as Su Ke again.What he was talking about was just having the same face, but in the final analysis, whether he wanted that young and immature hell messenger to be Su Ke or not, Jin Yu himself couldn't figure it out.

He hoped to see Su Ke again in this long and desperate life.But he didn't want Su Ke to be a hell messenger.Because he knew Su Ke well, he didn't know how deep a sin such a young man like a bright moon and breeze could be, enough to make a person forget everything in the past and become a messenger of hell.

Su Ke can have any crimes.

Obviously, he has already taken on all the sins that Su Ke may have committed.

Jin Yu remembered that the young man always wore a long robe and his black hair was tied high, saying that he had the rigor of a son of a family, but his long hair was not tied into a bun, and it was blowing wildly in the wind.

Jin Yu remembered that in the spring when Su Ke was 16 years old, the head of the Su Mansion, like his father, expressed the hope that Su Ke could get married and continue the incense for the Su family.The manager's words were so sincere that Su Ke had no choice but to agree.The common people in Kaijing all remembered how beautiful sedan chairs the ladies in the boudoirs in Kaijing used to go to see Su Ke, and how they went out of Su's mansion in exactly the same sedan chair.

Su Ke is not at home.Because the general Jin Yu defeated and returned to Beijing that day.

Su Ke played chess with Jin Yu in the General's Mansion, and lost one game after another.

Jin Yu teased quite complacently, "It is said that son Su Ke is unparalleled in the world, so don't fall into my hands."

"Don't make fun of me." Su Ke has been famous since he was first born at the age of 14, but he has always felt that he deserves it. They were all teasing, which made him blush slightly.

At that time, it was in full spring, and the cherry blossoms in Kaijing were in full bloom.Su Ke saw the servants of the General's Mansion spreading a piece of white cloth under the cherry blossom tree, and a man beat the branch with a long stick.

It was a real rain of cherry blossoms all over the sky.

But it was the first time Su Ke saw this scene, he just felt that this move undoubtedly ruined Chunjing, but this was in the general's mansion, so he couldn't stop it.But it was really frustrating to watch him helplessly. He remembered that his eyes were red and he wanted to jump, but he finally endured it because of his face. He turned his head to look at Jin Yu who was the most opposite, laughed hastily and walked to his side. "You still haven't stopped them!"

He spoke a little hastily, kept forgetting his sense of propriety, and his tone was irritable, but fortunately, Jin Yu didn't care.

"This flower is going to be defeated after all, so it's better to beat it down and make cherry blossom wine." He also stood up, side by side with Su Ke, and suddenly found that Su Ke was only a head away from him, and it was no longer the one who was only waist-high in the past. Little Doll.He secretly sighed that time was passing by, and seeing Su Ke still very upset, he gradually smiled, "That cherry blossom wine is spicy and sweet. When the buckwheat flowers bloom this year, I will taste it with you."

"Don't break your promise!" In the past, I often saw Jin Yu drinking, and every time Su Ke was teased, he felt itchy in his heart, but Jin Yu always kept him from drinking a drop because he was still young.This time, Jin Yu made a promise first, so he naturally couldn't let it go, "But I'm not young anymore, the manager is already thinking about my marriage."

Hearing this sentence, Jin Ling froze suddenly.

Su Ke watched others hit the cherry blossoms wholeheartedly, but he looked at Su Ke fixedly in the blink of an eye.The young man in front of me has been lovable since he was born. When he was a child, he looked like a girl in pink and jade carvings. Now that he has grown up, as he grows taller, his facial contours are more obvious. Feminine as a child.Now it seems that although he is still delicate, he is also a tall and straight young man.

"You've reached this age too." Jin Yu sighed inexplicably.He thought maybe the next time he came back, Su Ke would no longer be alone.

"What age, you are so old, you still haven't got married." Su Ke turned his head and smiled, his brows and eyes curved, although his voice was soft but there was no lack of teasing, "I will go back and tell them that I will wait until you get married before I think about it." .”

"...What does it have to do with me?" Knowing that he was being teased by his nephew who was 20 years younger than him, Jin Yu pretended to be dissatisfied.

"Of course there is." Su Ke looked at Jin Yu, taking it for granted, "If I get married, I won't be able to come to you as often as I do now. Aren't you even more lonely?"

The 16-year-old boy didn't notice Jin Ling's stupefaction, and then said, "So, when you are no longer alone and you are accompanied by other people, it's not too late for me to think about it."

Jin Yu was moved by the young man's thoughtfulness, unexpectedly the young man said, "After all, I am so much younger than you... I really thought of a good reason to decline."

"I'm going to tell the manager." Jin Yu narrowed his eyes with a smile, and he swore that it was definitely not because of the age that the boy said.

Su Ke didn't care about Jin's threat, he walked into the courtyard, rolled up his sleeves and climbed up the cherry blossom tree in an unrefined manner, broke off a cherry blossom branch about a foot and a half away, and jumped up and down amidst Jin's nervous exclamation Get off uncle.

He took the cherry tree and handed it to Jin Yu, "Here it is for you."

Jin Ling raised his eyebrows, he didn't expect that a general like himself would receive flowers from the boy.He put the flowers by his side, but that didn't mean he didn't care about the urge to jump off the tree when he climbed the tree when he was young. Is it someone who died in your house?"

He only said that the people in Su's mansion would be worried, he didn't say that he would be worried.

The young man picked up the teacup beside him and sipped it, still smiling, "It's fine if you don't tell them... Besides, I seriously estimated that there would be no danger before jumping off."

Finally he said, "I won't worry you any more."

Jin Yu thought to himself, he really knew.

Thinking about the days spent with Su Ke 900 years ago, every frame is still flashing before my eyes.Who would have thought that Su Ke has been dead for 900 years, and Su Ke has been away from the Jin Dynasty for 900 years.

After 900 years, the ghost who had become a ghost still couldn't hold back, he teleported to the room of the young hell messenger.

The young man was covered with a white duvet, lying flat on the bed with only one head exposed, sleeping peacefully with his eyelids closed.His thin lips were bright red, and his whole body exuded a faint warm aura.

But Jin Yu remembered that Su Ke's lips were cold and without warmth 900 years ago.

He stood by the bed, sketching the boy's face bit by bit.

He was wondering if the boy would dream, and if he would be in the dream.

He woke up suddenly, remembering that Hellbringers don't dream.Because they are afraid that the dream will reveal the secret and remind them of their life, the hell messenger has no memory and no dream.

When thinking of this, Jin Yu thought that it would be good if the messenger of hell was Su Ke.Because if there is really a deep sin engraved in his mind, with Su Ke's personality, he must be forced by the guilt to sleep and eat, and finally tortured by the guilt almost wants to die.

Su Ke is a strong child.

But he is a kind boy.

When dawn broke in the sky, the ghost got up from the wicker chair in the room of the young Hell Emissary. He took one last look at the boy, and then teleported back to his room.

He lay in bed sleeping peacefully, thinking that he was being teased by a face and couldn't sleep, it was a ridiculous situation.

He closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.He has memory, and he can dream. In his dream, there is Su Ke, a boy from 900 years ago.

He didn't know how long he slept. He woke up at [-]:[-] in the morning, but he didn't know the exact time he fell asleep.When I wake up after a long absence, I feel refreshed. I don’t have stiff limbs and neck pain because of the hardness of the bench, and I don’t have to face the strange looking eyes of the homeless because my hat fell off while I was sleeping.

What are you looking for?Well, presumably the puzzling question of why someone who is clearly wearing an expensive suit would sleep on a park bench.

After washing up, he put on a black home jumper and cotton trousers, and walked into the kitchen wearing slippers.

Senior's breakfast has always been vegetable salad, not because he has no money, but because he is a complete vegetarian.When I checked in yesterday, I went to the supermarket with my seniors and bought some blueberries at the strong request of my seniors.

His breakfast is also green salad, not because he is also a vegetarian, or because he wants a lighter breakfast, but because he has no money.In the supermarket yesterday, he almost got into a fight with his senior over blueberries, because he didn't understand why he had to spend so much money to buy a box of blueberries with many leaves in them.

While washing the blueberries and vegetables, Mr. Goblin also came into the kitchen.Mr. Goblin took a look at the things he was washing, and after struggling for a while, he decided to speak his mind, "When washing blueberries, just pick out the leaves, and you don't need to wash the leaves together."

"..." He silently put the blueberries and leaves into a small porcelain white bowl.He thought to himself that the senior pretended like this for the sake of flirting, but he was simply trying to save some blueberries so that he could eat more for a few days, and the bowl would not look empty and shabby.

...He didn't say it, but he swore Mr. Goblin heard.Because the eyes of Mr. Goblin, who originally thought it was so funny, suddenly turned into deep pity.

"Yes." Mr. Ghost nodded, no longer looking at his expression, turned around and took out a piece of steak, and heated up a frying pan for frying.

"..." He looked at the steak in Mr. Ghost's pot, and then at the green vegetables he was washing. He said very honestly that he had never seen such a large steak since he became the messenger of hell.

"...Don't be like this." The ghost who heard the young hell messenger's voice clearly was embarrassed, "How about I fry a piece for you too."

"No need." He refused flatly.

"..." The ghost on the dining table felt extremely desperate.He wanted to flip the table, saying that you have the guts to refuse, so don't stare at me!

He held back.

He really didn't want to embarrass the young Hellbringer any more.

☆、Traction gathering place

<five>

After breakfast, he hugged a pillow and sat on the sofa in the living room to watch the drama, and the senior washed the dishes and sat beside him with a pillow.Mr. Ghost, who was drinking tea from a mug with one hand in his pocket, came over and glanced at the TV, "Hell messengers also watch these."

For some reason, he always felt that what Mr. Ghost meant was that the messenger of hell also watched such mentally retarded morning dramas.He felt despised again.

So he stood up blankly, went back to the room and put on a black suit for work, with a black windbreaker on his left arm, and a black top hat was about to go to work.

When passing by the living room, Mr. Ghost glanced at his hat, but did not speak.But he always thought it was rustic for Mr. Goblin to laugh at his hat inwardly.

He felt that there might be something wrong with him.But on the surface, he still teleported out with a stiff cold snort.

"You junior..." Mr. Ghost looked at the messenger of hell, hesitated for a while and felt that he had organized his words before he said, "The mind is too delicate."

"Of course." The hell messenger is a very simple hell messenger, the kind of hell messenger who will be happy as long as what others say literally praises him. Although Mr. Ghost praised his younger generation, he also feels honored. Yan, "This is the noble quality that all hell messengers have."

...Mr. Ghost can't say that he actually thinks the hell messenger in front of him is quite crazy.

He put on his black windbreaker, took off his hat, and stood on the breezy streets of Seoul with nothing to do.Today, only two rosters in his jurisdiction were handed over to him, and it was a shame to come out so early.

The hat was pinned to his waist, and he put his hands in his pockets. There were too many people on the street, and he was always afraid of accidentally touching the hands of passers-by and spying on their memories of their previous lives.Passing by a lot of shops, many of them had recruitment notices posted outside. He looked outside, and after struggling for a long time, he still didn't go in to find a job to earn some extra money or something.

The first is that Hell Messenger is really a job with very unstable working hours. You can stay away from home for a day in the off-season, and you can stay away from home for a day in the peak season.The second is that he feels that even if there is a job that can accommodate his messy time, he has to discuss it with his seniors first.

So he really wandered around the streets of Seoul.He lamented how the hell messenger still has a sense of heat and cold. This naive hell is so cold to death, but every time the senior goes out, he still wears clothes for a fashion blockbuster for the concave shape, and the whole person looks like a moving pictorial.

He wandered around and walked into a school.

He walked into someone's library and wanted to use the heating. When he turned around holding a cup of coffee, he saw a woman in school uniform.The woman also saw him, flinched slightly and nodded to greet him.

He bent his eyes and nodded in greeting, then handed over the undrinked coffee in his hand, "Aren't you leaving?"

Gao Tingxian stared at the coffee and was stunned for a moment before taking it with both hands. After hearing his question, he became even more dazed.She has never received coffee from the messenger of hell, although she can't drink it, and she has never seen the messenger of hell treat the dead souls in the world so pleasantly, "Guess, we have to wait a little longer."

"Okay." He bought another cup and held it to keep warm. He turned around and saw Gao Tingxian holding the cup of coffee but not drinking it. At first he thought it was because the messenger of hell handed it to him so the other party didn't dare to drink it, but after thinking about it, he understood What's going on, "Coffee, you should be able to drink it... After all, it was delivered by the messenger of hell."

Gao Tingxian opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything. With trembling hands, she held the coffee to her lips. It was really a long-lost mellow and slightly bitter taste.Instantly, her eyes were red, she didn't expect that she could be so close to the breath of the world.

"It's cold, isn't it." He put his hat on the top of the automatic coffee machine, leaned against the white wall, and looked sideways at the students coming and going outside the window, "Do you feel cold?"

Gao Tingxian finally felt relieved, and no longer had to worry that the other party would take him away.Standing in front of the young Hell Emissary, she smiled with a rare warmth and a sense of nostalgia inside, "Yes, it's really cold."

He pursed his lips and looked at Gao Tingxian's summer school uniform, which was a Korean standard short skirt and leather shoes.He put the coffee aside, and under Gao Tingxian's surprised gaze, he took off the black wool trench coat he was wearing and handed it over, "Although you won't catch a cold, I still think it's better to do this...at least I feel more at ease. "

Gao Tingxian, who had wandered in the world for decades, took the windbreaker from the young Hell Envoy, and the temperature remaining on the clothes seemed to have reached the bottom of her heart through her fingertips.She put on the coat slowly amidst the other party's smile, and finally smiled with tears in her eyes, "Thank you."

"Oh! Nuna?" When the girl with shoulder-length hair came over, Gao Tingxian, who was already very relaxed, suddenly became nervous.But the person who came didn't seem to care at all. She looked at the young man standing opposite Gao Tingxian, and then at the coat on Gao Tingxian's body, her eyes turned into surprise in disbelief, "Well, you are actually wearing a human coat... This one, can you see it too?"

"See what?" He raised his brows and smiled teasingly. When he saw the person coming, he gently called out her another meaning-level address, "Other omissions?"

It was only then that Chi Enzhuo noticed that he was dressed in black as standard, the same as the hell messenger he had seen many years ago, with a fair face, thin lips and bright red lips, and they both had the same black top hat.

It has only been 100 years since he became the messenger of hell, and the other omissions, the characters he had only heard of from his predecessors, actually appeared in front of him now. In the final analysis, that smile was just curiosity.He didn't expect that his smile could scare the other omissions and Gao Tingxian into pale faces.

He thinks he is not ugly, he once smiled in the mirror, and he doesn't have a very scary face, even many female ghosts he extradited praised him for being handsome, and many girl ghosts clamored to stay. Be his assistant by his side.

So he really didn't know that he could scare a ghost and one other omitter into pale faces when he smiled.

"I don't intend to take you away, don't be afraid." He felt that his lines were like a vulgar morning show, the bad guys always tell the protagonist don't be afraid that I'm not a bad guy, it doesn't have any convincing power, but he really didn't like it. I couldn't bear to look at the miserable appearance of the two trembling and not daring to look into his eyes, "There should be a dedicated senior who is in charge of you, not me... I don't want to do extra work either."

After hearing his words, Chi Enzhuo finally dared to look up at him, "Don't lie to me."

If it was just a simple "Don't lie to me", he must have nodded sincerely.He didn't expect the girl in front of him to suddenly say, "I'm the ghost bride!"

Hearing the ghost bride, he froze there.The ghost bride, as far as he knows, there is only one ghost, and that is his landlady.And this girl in front of her is the ghost bride?

"Ghost bride, it's so good." He nodded with a warm smile, but he was stunned when he said a word.He realized what he had just said, and immediately regretted it. What does the ghost bride, the ghost bride, have to do with him? It must have been stimulated by breakfast and he is still not awake yet.

He decided that he had just slipped the tongue, but a clearer consciousness emerged, as if someone was whispering in his ear.

"You are finally not alone..."

In the cold air of late autumn in Seoul, in a human library, in front of a dead soul and another missing person, the young Hellbringer suddenly crouched down* slowly against the wall while clutching his heart.

Whoever spoke in his ear, who was depressed, who took away his memory, was himself.

He thought that the memory of the hell messenger was taken by God.

But looking at it now, if it was really the handwriting of the person above, how could the seal of ancient memory have cracks so easily. 900 years ago, Su Ke's emotions influenced him from the first time he saw a ghost. Does this mean that he can guess that his memory was actually taken by Su Ke!

Because he couldn't bear the suffering, he voluntarily gave up his memory.It is even possible that Su Ke quietly drank tea from the corridor in the human world.If this is the case, it is reasonable to be punished and returned to hell for 200 years for violating the regulations.

But now seeing the ghost, the sealed Su Ke's consciousness wants to break through the seal and see the ghost.The consciousness that controls his mood can also be said.

But in this case, why the ghosts have such a profound influence on Su Ke has become a problem. Whether the memories of other hell messengers are like this seems to be difficult to explain.

The ghost once said that Su Ke was his Su Ke, but so far Su Ke's feelings towards ghosts seem to have reached that point.

He stood up very out of composure and smiled, reached for his hat and teleported home.

In the living room, ghosts and seniors who are also unemployed compete for the control of the TV remote control, and the young Liu Dehua who brought them to rent a house is booing beside him with a mug.

But he noticed a detail.

It was Liu Dehua who saw him teleporting into the living room first, the boy waved and smiled at him as a greeting.Then the seniors and ghosts noticed him.

He was amused by his cautiousness, thinking that he had been tormented and had a nervous breakdown.Liu Dehua is an ordinary human boy, he must be too sensitive to think about it, the senior and the ghost must be because they grab the remote control and have no time to pay attention to him.

He sat on the couch and pretended to be watching TV.

In this room now, the ghost is from 900 years ago, and he himself can be sure that it is Su Ke from 900 years ago.And another senior has a human teenager.

Speaking of which, he became acquainted with the senior inadvertently, and he has only been friends with the senior ever since.A full 900 years later, he had an accidental encounter with a ghost again because his predecessor rented a house.

Is it fate, but if it is fate, why did it take 900 years to be born?The number nine has a special meaning to the messenger of hell, and it is always one step away from the perfect number ten.Besides, the so-called fate, isn't it just the one above who loves to play with.

In this way, he felt even more clearly that someone deliberately wanted him to meet the ghost, a person who had an intersection 900 years ago.But why did the seniors get involved? Is it just a matchmaking role, or the seniors are also people who have intersected 900 years ago.

And what happened to the last one left, the only human being in the room.He walked into the house with his senior who happened to be renting a house, and he was sure that this was a simple matchmaking role.

So here comes the question, Liu Dehua, why.

☆, before exposure

<six>

"Tian Zhiyun, male, 56 years old, time of death, [-]:[-] on October [-], [-], cause of death, gastric cancer. Is it you?"

Under the man's terrified eyes, the corners of his lips turned up, revealing a curve that seemed to be smiling, but there was no warmth in his peach eyes, "Please come with me."

Compared with the gentleness of the dead soul sent away the day before, at this moment he had a smile on his face but it couldn't reach his eyes.He put the tea tray on the opposite side of the man, while he sat at the table and folded his hands on the table, "During your lifetime, you were a heavy drinker, and after being drunk many times, you domestically abused your wife and children, and finally died of stomach cancer. Drink, although There is no guarantee that you will be comfortable in hell, a little less pain is good."

In fact, he is really a liar.What Tian Zhiyun drank just now was not the tea from the human corridor, but just ordinary water.

How could it be possible to relieve pain or something, who is that, asking him to relieve pain.He threw the used teacups into the trash can, happily thinking that he finally didn't have to wash the teacups before going back, and then thought with some melancholy that if this continues, there will be no more usable teacups in his office. Maybe go to the convenience store and buy disposable paper cups.

After finishing the last roster of the day, he stood up and prepared to go home.He reached out to grab the coat from the shelf, but found that it had already been given to the ghost in school in the morning.He had no choice but to walk out with his hat on.

"Oh, the 22nd Jin Envoy, let's go back together." The senior who suddenly appeared at the door looked at him with watery deer eyes, with a hard-working look trying to maintain the dignity of the senior but succumbing to the cold air. Seeing him wearing a simple suit made in heaven, the greeting greeted him and planned to teach him a lesson, "Why don't you wear a coat? Isn't it cold? It costs money to catch a cold."

"Senior, senior." He nodded, and finally smiled a little awkwardly, but he was full of sincerity, "The weather is really too cold, so I gave it to the dead soul."

The senior blinked and looked at him, a little dissatisfied with his still very human behavior, but he was obviously used to it, and said "Forget it if you die of cold", "Think about why you are the poorest messenger of hell." , and so on, but he still took off his coat and forced him to put it on, and at the end he didn’t forget to say, “The messenger of hell who has just been in office for 50 years has more savings than you!”

He put on his coat obediently, and smiled sympathetically at his senior.After listening to the other party's angrily scolded, he pushed the man forward as if he hadn't heard anything, "Let's go, let's go back quickly, it's so cold."

Two hell messengers teleported into the house, Mr. Ghost, who is completely carnivorous, was still sitting at one end of the long European-style aristocratic dining table, cutting steak with a knife and fork in his hand. Eyelids.He originally planned to say nothing and continue with childish cold violence, but he didn't expect to see the boy wearing other people's clothes.

"Oh, are you already in a relationship where you can wear each other's clothes?" Mr. Ghost raised his brows, laughing with the ruffianism exclusive to people who are just looking for trouble.

"There is no interpenetration!" He thought that the senior didn't feel that the ghost's words meant any mockery to them, and he simply felt that the ghost was wrong when he yelled that sentence.He has always known that senior is such a lovely messenger from hell, but Naihe never dared to speak out because of his seniority.

"How dare you call your senior cute?!" If you really said it, the senior would definitely yell at yourself like this.

"So? Where's your clothes?" Mr. Ghost put down his almost eaten steak, wiped his mouth, stood up and walked in front of him, with his pockets in his hands, bent slightly and leaned in front of him, "Did you sell it because you didn't have any money. "

"I..." He wanted to say that it was given to the souls of the dead, and he didn't understand why he, who was so innocent, should be questioned because of the clothes.But as soon as he uttered a word, he saw faint smoke coming out of Mr. Ghost's pocket. Mr. Ghost gave him a helpless look, and then disappeared.

He stood there pursing his lips without speaking, just quietly looking at the place where Mr. Ghost was standing just now.He went to find the ghost bride. For some reason, he just guessed and firmly believed.

He sat at the dining table eating with his seniors. He didn't know whether it was because of habit or his previous life. When eating, he always quietly ate the food in front of him without saying a word.

Vegetable salads should be served in orchid dishes, simple kimchi soup should be served in pure white soup bowls half full, side dishes should be served in dishes, and all utensils are neatly placed in front of them.He doesn't eat Western food, he doesn't use knives and forks, he uses sterling silver chopsticks, which make a crisp sound when they collide with the dishes.Although it is not possible to synthesize a song, it is really a pleasant sound every bit.

"Oh, compared to my uncle when I eat, my brother looks more like a nobleman from long ago." Liu Dehua who suddenly opened the door and walked in saw the two people eating with a bright smile, turned around and did not see his uncle, and then Turning back to look at the two tenants, "Where's my uncle?"

Speaking of which, for the convenience of distinguishing, Liu Dehua still called his ghost uncle Uncle. After seeking the consent of the seniors, he finally gave up the awkward title of "new resident" and changed it to Uncle Mojian. Only he has always been called brother.

He was immersed in what Liu Dehua said and didn't realize it. He thought that Su Ke must be a famous nobleman.The senior said indifferently, "Who knows, maybe it's time to kill people and get more money."

He has just been a Hellbringer for 100 years. He doesn't understand the relationship between the Hellbringer and ghosts, so that other Hellbringers are awe-inspiring when they mention ghosts. It would be fine to be hit by a car on the road, crushed to death by a flower pot, or choked on drinking water.

Liu Dehua didn't know what was going on, so he bid farewell to the two hell messengers, and went out happily humming a song.The senior looked at the car keys floating around in Liu Dehua's hand, and immediately thought that they were bought with the rent he had saved, so he gritted his teeth and pretended to be vicious, "Be proud, in a few days, your ghost uncle will be gone gone."

"What?" He suddenly woke up after hearing the last sentence, and he put the silver chopsticks neatly on the bamboo chopstick stand next to him, "None? Why?"

"Oh, you don't know. When the Goblin finds his bride and kills the sword in his chest, he'll be gone."

to nothing.

He lost his appetite all of a sudden, quietly pushed away the dinner plate, turned and sat on the sofa without saying a word.Can't let the ghost die, that's the only thought in his mind.Are you going to kill the Ghost Bride?But there was nothing wrong with that girl, she just happened to be born and exist as a ghost bride.Besides, if he really killed that girl, even if it was the other omissions, he would be punished and returned to hell for hundreds of years.

If ghosts can really survive, it seems that it is not impossible to stay in hell for hundreds of years.He thought so, but suddenly woke up in a flash.How could he have such a terrible idea.Regardless of how innocent Chi Enzhuo is, he is no longer Su Ke 900 years ago, and he doesn't need to suffer because of ghosts.

Besides, if the ghost is really willing to let Chi Enzhuo draw his sword, can it also explain that the ghost has nothing or people in the world that are enough for him to stay, and this includes Su Ke.

He thought to himself that such a person might just die, but he still felt uncontrollably sad.He knew that he was Su Ke, but he was a Su Ke who had no memory. He doesn't know the close relationship between Su Ke and ghosts 900 years ago, but he knows that he doesn't have any feelings that have been deeply integrated into his mind.

What he can remember, the memory is intermittent, but the only thing that is clear is the last scene of Su Ke falling from the high wall.

At that time, what those peach blossom eyes saw was dazzling red.Whether it's the sky, the high walls, or even the wind in Kaijing, it smells like blood.Only the general Jin Yu from 900 years ago, he ran towards him, still with a familiar appearance and natural light.

It hurts...Uncle...

Just these five words, spit out intermittently from those two bright red thin lips, but they were also torn to pieces by the wind that opened the capital.After all, no one could hear him, only he muttered five words, and finally closed his eyes slowly.

"Don't die..."

The Hell Messenger who had just finished eating looked up at him, but was taken aback for a moment. The junior who had been with the 100nd Golden Envoy who had been with him for 22 years, no matter what problems he encountered, would smile and pass by. At this moment, tears fell from the corners of his eyes. It slid down the cheeks and landed on the table, turning into a flower.

He heard his murmured words, thought for a moment and realized that it was the ghost he was talking about.But after all, he couldn't say anything more, he always thought that he was just a mere messenger of hell, and never thought that he would have anything to do with ghosts or Su Ke in his previous life.

In the end, he just couldn't bear the suffering of the young juniors.After thinking about it, he finally felt that something was wrong.The junior who has always been so calm and calm, why did he suddenly change his mood after living here.Because, he is Su Ke called by the ghosts.

So what about him, does he know that he is Su Ke?Or, he always knew, but he didn't want to say it.

He stood up, took his own tableware and his junior's tableware to the kitchen for cleaning, wiped his hands, and then dragged his junior to sit on the sofa in the living room.

The young junior looked at him blankly, apparently not knowing why he suddenly reached out to hold him.But he just stared fixedly at the young junior. The messenger of hell kept his appearance when he died. He leaned on the sofa with an indifferent expression, "900 years ago, you looked so good-looking, so you must have been very popular."

The interrogative sentences he spoke finally turned into affirmative sentences.He noticed that the young junior was stiff, obviously he didn't expect him to say that, he finally rolled his eyes and smiled, "Su Ke, you are Su Ke."

Su Ke pursed his lips and looked at his senior for a long time, finally biting