Last Wish Become God System [Unlimited Stream]

Just after the countdown was finished with three gentle beeps, there was a shrill ghostly voice from outside the door: "Master Fei Lian, Fengdu express delivery!"

The old deer glanced at Jian Mingshu suspiciously, not knowing what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd.He raised his hand and said, "Come in."

The small wooden door creaked open.

The ghost messengers who deliver goods and takeaways can walk around regardless of walls, doors and windows, but if there is a physical package, they still have to go through the wooden door honestly where the package cannot pass.

Sure enough, the little ghost in red came in, with a wooden tray on his head, and a medical box in the tray.

"It's getting more and more punctual." Jian Mingshu boasted, "Put it on the counter."

The little ghost took Lao Lu's receipt and went out happily.

Lao Lu opened the medical box and saw what was inside, and then he understood why it was so close, and he even called for a courier.

Just as he was about to speak, Jian Mingshu smiled and said first: "Yes, I only have one soul and two souls, so I can't afford the real thing."

People are divided into three souls and seven souls. The three souls are called Taiguang, the second is called Shuangling, and the third is called Youjing. [1]

The soul of the fetus belongs to heaven, and whether people can live or not depends entirely on this big brother.The three spirits belong to the heart, and all love and parting, resentment and hatred, greed, hatred and ignorance all originate from this.And the two souls are yin, so they are most suitable for taking a walk in the underworld from time to time.

Right now, Jian Mingshu is sleeping peacefully in the bedroom on the 2th floor, separated from Shuangling alone, and wanders to the ghost market Beiji to do some things that are inconvenient when a living person comes. [[-]]

The medical box on the counter had already been opened by Lao Lu, and he took out the contents: a white jade pen body, gray and white hair, a purple ribbon on the end of the pen, and the word "Qingyang" written on the pen body, which is a concise sentence. Spirit pen.

Just as the old deer weighed the magic pen in his hand heavily, and put it to his ear to listen again, his half-white, savage eyebrows furrowed tighter and tighter, and he said to himself: "This pen is wrong."

Jian Mingshu nodded in approval.

"I got into a little trouble, and accidentally locked a century-old demon inside. I went to Kunpeng before, and he said he couldn't do anything about it. It's going to heaven and earth, these knacks, you're the best old deer. Saishou, no, I'm here to discuss the method of 'prescribing the right medicine'."[3]

The old deer looked at the Judgment Pen carefully for a few times, and then said: "This... at first glance, I can't see any special method. Do you still use this pen these days? If not, you can Put it here for a while, let me think about it."

Jian Mingshu put his hands in his pockets, and sighed sadly: "I just want to use it, but this pen is capricious. I'll let you here first."

The old deer nodded, carefully opened a small pouch, and locked the Judgment Pen into it.Since Jian Qingyang has served as the owner of this precious sum for several generations, and it is also a first-grade spiritual weapon, he naturally dare not dispose of it negligently.

After he put away the spirit pen, Jian Mingshu patted him on the shoulder: "Let's go, let's go to the Blood River to relax."

Dean Jian is the only one who relieves the mood of Wang Chuan, who is full of blood and blood.

The "treasure house of troublemakers" is right next to the gate of ghosts. Jian Mingshu waited patiently for the old deer to lock the door, and followed him. The two of them crossed the gate of ghosts together and walked along the long road to death.

The broad road to death has reached the gate of hell, and it turned at an angle and went in another direction.And with the gate of ghosts as the boundary, the road to death behind the gate is a thin, narrow and long old road, only enough for two or three ghosts to walk side by side, and even the candles on both sides of the road are scattered and pathetic.

This difference is entirely due to the fact that the two roads do not lead to an institution.

The wide avenue on the left is used by Yin soldiers and leads directly to Fengdu Prison.And this narrow and old road is the only way for ordinary new ghosts to go to the underworld.

Fengdu Prison is majestic and majestic, with hundreds of stories of buildings built with Wangchuan stone under the nine springs, and there are 24 prisons with solemn guards, which are managed by five ghost emperors and eight ghost commanders.

Compared with the magnificent and modern Fengdu Prison beside it, the Underworld has been in disrepair for a long time, and it is still a dilapidated old building with red towers and cornices thousands of years ago. Even the ten Hades are crowded into one office five by five. The difference in treatment is really miserable. a little bit.

The road to death is narrow and narrow, and the old deer alone occupies most of it.Jian Mingshu walked side by side with him for a while, and new ghosts who were eager to reincarnate passed Jian Mingshu, hurrying towards the Hades.

No matter how hard Jian Ming's fate is, she is still a living soul.Being pierced through the heart by the undead one after another, even if it can't hurt him, the feeling of picking up the heart and throwing it into the ice cellar is still quite uncomfortable.

"I don't know how to repair this way of life. Now that there are billions of people, and people come and go every day, can we use the narrow path like before?" After the undead ghosts passed by, he finally Unbearably, he groaned.

"Ming Shu misunderstood. It's not that Fengdu Prison doesn't want to repair it. It's that there's not enough funds."

Seeing that he was uncomfortable being pierced by the ghost, the old deer was worried that something would happen to his body, so he simply put his arms around his shoulders and protected him on the inside of the road, barely leaving a distance of one person's width for the new ghost who was on the road to pass.

"Come on." Jian Mingshu curled his lips, "I have lived for more than 200 years, and I have seen Fengdu Prison keep pace with the times, changing from cornice attics to high-rise buildings. Now, such a magnificent building has been built. The funds are simply enough point."

"I have never seen Fengdu Prison appropriating funds to renovate even a single pillar in the Underworld. Even if the line for the Reincarnation Hall is lined up next to the Ghost Slaying Platform, it has not been expanded. Every ghost who has passed away has to pay for it. While admiring the scene of killing ghosts, they lined up in fear."

The old deer laughed and patted him on the shoulder.

"It is precisely because of the old renovations that there is no money to build the Underworld. Ming Shu, you were born late, so you don't know some of the reasons for this—maybe most people in this world don't know."

The old deer paused, as if he was considering whether or not to speak, or how to speak about it.He casually tore a piece of cloth from his body, and the cloth turned into long dead branches in his hands.

He stopped, and took a dead tree branch to draw the location of the 24 Hells on the way to death.

As soon as he drew the eighth one, Jian Mingshu saw some tricks: "This is a magic circle, 24 mountains..."

Just in the middle of speaking, Jian Mingshu suddenly understood what Lao Lu meant: "Is there something under Fengdu Prison?"

The old deer finished drawing the position of the 24 prisons, and left a mark heavily at the center of the formation.

"Yes. Or rather, wrong."

Hearing these words, Jian Mingshu was at a loss.

"Many people think that Prison 24 is Fengdu Prison. In fact, they are completely wrong. The real Fengdu Prison is here."

The old deer took a tree branch and nodded at the eye of the center formation.

"Isn't this the Fengdu Prison Building? The place where Emperor Yin works." Jian Mingshu asked puzzled.

Lao Lu shook his head: "The building is just like the 24th Prison, it's just a magic circle for suppression. The real Fengdu Prison is under this land. That place is hidden deep in the darkness and stagnation, only the ghosts and evil spirits that were thrown down , no one has ever climbed up."

"You mean, the No. 24 Prison, which we thought was used to detain ghosts and evil spirits, is actually a fake prison? The real Fengdu Prison is actually the place where the No. 24 Prison resides?"

The old deer nodded, and continued to move forward with Jian Mingshu: "Prison 24 detains fierce ghosts and evil gods. Even ghost emperors and commanders have to find the most outstanding princes and generals. Now that the Hades have adopted a rotation system, Prison 24 is still the same as it has been for thousands of years. The carefully selected group of people cannot be replaced at all."

"Everyone thinks that the reason for selecting the candidates so carefully is to control the ghosts in Prison 24. In fact, choosing these heroes to be ghosts and Prison 24 as false is actually for the really powerful 'that' below."

"Those ferocious beasts and monsters from ancient times to the present, such as Taotie, Wuwu, Qiongqi, even Kui Niu, Hanyu and so many inhuman bones, even if they are omnipotent in heaven and earth, they are all thrown into Fengdu Prison , as a snack for 'that'."

"Even if there is a gleam of wind in Fengdu Prison, it is because of 'that'. Therefore, every now and then, Fengdu Prison must be repaired. Tear down the east wall and make up for the west. The wall is tossing back and forth, so there is no money left to renovate the underworld."

Jian Mingshu listened with wonder.He could be regarded as a witness to the history of Hades. Before, he only thought that Fengdu Prison was set up to separate good humans and animals from evil ghosts and evil spirits.I never thought that looking at the majestic No. 24 Prison, it was actually a guise to sell dog meat.

The old deer shook his head, and continued: "This year's Hungry Ghost Festival, Ming Shu, you are not here. There was a small shock, and the ghost commanders from all directions led troops in a hurry. Halfway through, it turned out that 'that' turned over That's all."

This year's Hungry Ghost Festival-it happens to be the time when the cocoon world has twins.After inexplicably returning to the present world, Jian Mingshu fell into a drowsy sleep all night, and really didn't know there was such a thing.

"So, who is 'that'?" Jian Mingshu asked.

The old deer shook his head: "I don't know about this either. No one has seen it—at least in the tens of thousands of years since I came here, I have never seen it."

As the two were talking, the road to death came to an end, and if they moved forward, they would be in the depths of the netherworld.

In the underworld, there is no light source, and the only thing that can emit light is the fusion of the seven souls of Hanba and the three souls of Jiuwu, and a plant is born called "Golden Lantern Grass"[4].

It fell quietly on the ground, glistening like a string of dim magnolia lamps.

It is past eleven o'clock in the middle of the night in the world, and it is "day" in the underworld, and the golden lanterns are blooming, emitting a faint light.

If it comes after six o'clock in the morning in the human world, it will be day in the world and night in the underworld.At this time, the golden lanterns are closed, and there is no light in the deep and secluded city, and it is really a dark place.

By the light of the golden lamp grass, Jian Mingshu stood beside the river of blood in Wangchuan, watching the billowing blood and Hao Tang go away.As the wind blows, the Bianhua beside Wangchuan gently rubs against the corner of his clothes.

On the river, there is only an old vermilion wooden bridge, and on the pier of the bridge is a row of golden lamp grass, which is as dim as beans.

"Old Lu, tell me, do people have past lives? When I look at this Wangchuan Blood River, I always have a strong sense of déjà vu—I always feel that I have been here before. Not only have I been here, but I have always been standing By the river, I stood for a long time day after day, as if...waiting for someone."

This feeling is too real, he can remember the thin water mist from the blood river, the dim light of the golden lamp grass, and the feeling of the other shore flower stroking the corner of his clothes.

Everything is so real that he always feels that this is not an ordinary déjà vu, but more like a broken memory.

"Even if a person has a previous life, you won't remember it. Before reincarnation, you have to drink Mengpo soup." Old Lu replied.

Jian Mingshu laughed lightly at himself: "Maybe. I'm the one who bothers me."

The old deer patted him on the shoulder reassuringly.His tone suddenly changed:

"No, Ming Shu. What I said just now is wrong."

Jian Mingshu was absent-minded, and just asked casually: "What's wrong."

"In Fengdu Prison, I mean, the real Fengdu Prison, it's not that no one has ever come out of it. There is one person, and the only one in the world, who crawled out from the bottom of Purgatory."

"Human?" Jian Mingshu felt a little unbelievable.

Even an ancient god like Fei Lian kept secret about that place.

An ordinary person was thrown in, even if he didn't meet the mysterious-sounding "that person", the ordinary beasts and monsters inside could crush people into powder with any movement of his fingers, how could he still crawl out?

"Could it be that 'that' has not been able to climb out for tens of thousands of years, and a mere mortal can turn over the sky?"

"Yes."

Jian Mingshu looked back at the old deer, his outstretched antlers showed the shadow of a tree in the dark sky.He couldn't see the old deer's expression clearly.

"On the day this man broke out of Fengdu Prison, the ghost mist that served as a seal was on Chaos, and there were huge waves that almost covered the sky. The ghost mist dispersed, and only a white lotus flower was left on the land of Chaos." .”