I'm passing by

Ghost Summoning

I looked at the high school girl in the water mirror who could summon ghosts by blowing out candles, and turned her head excitedly to look at Yingjin behind her, "Ajin, can you be like a ghost? When I blow out candles, you will appear behind me."

"...Manman, what do you want to do?"

"No reason, I just think it's very romantic."

"...what?" (Where is the romance.)

ghost teleport

In the water mirror, the ghost always takes the girl Enzhuo, and leaves a place after opening a door. They come out of the library and arrive at the country of Danfeng, Australia. The two of them sit on a large beautiful grassland, every day Each scene constituted one beautiful poster after another. I looked at them greedily and called Ying Jin, "A Jin, I also want such a random door."

Ying Jin is looking for my remnant soul in this world outside. Since he came here, he has been looking for it whenever he has free time. I don’t know how much more active than the world he stayed in before. When Ying Jin heard my call, he walked in quickly. The room, saw me looking at him expectantly, said something inexplicable, and asked, "What is any door?"

"..."

I shook my head violently and ignored him, "Hmph, there really is a generation gap! I don't even know any door!"

"...?" I only made up for Ying Jin of the TV series, (I knew it was definitely a wrong decision to come to the world of Korean dramas! Now Manman feels that there is a generation gap between the two of us!)

Shoot!

ghost control

"Wow!" I looked at the big water mirror showing the fight between the ghost uncle and the male god hell messenger, but... the two male gods fighting with a knife and fork controlled to levitate are naive enough!

Before I could finish speaking, Ying Jin used spells to control the glass and rushed towards me. Because the angle was confiscated, the water in the glass spilled on my clothes "..." Embarrassed Ying Jin,

"..." I was speechless, "Ajin! What are you doing?"

"I... I just thought you might want to ask me if this controlled levitation object..."

"...Did I say it? I didn't say it, okay!" I wiped the water droplets on my clothes and said, "I just wanted to say that the two of them are too naive, okay!"

"..." Ying Jin, "...Manman, I was wrong."

"╭(╯^╰)╮!"

Golden Words of the Hellbringer

"Do you really want to forget?" The woman held the small teacup in her hand, looked at the man sitting beside her and said, "I really don't want to forgive this man for doing these wrong things!"

The handsome and indifferent face of the Hell Envoy opened his thin lips slightly, "Sometimes, forgetting...is also a kind of care from God."

Man, "Hey, why only that woman has mine?"

The envoy looked at him with biting coldness in his eyes, "You must remember, remember the mistakes you made, anyway... this is not the first time you have killed someone."

"..." The man's arrogant eyes began to shake, and he...began to be afraid. He...it was indeed not the first time he killed someone. He thought it was a secret that no one knew, but now he understood...God is watching the world...the messenger is cold open mouth,

"At first you will regret not being able to drink this cup of tea, and then you will reflect on why you can't drink this cup of tea, and then...you will understand that no matter what moment it is, it is impossible to reverse it, and, at that time, you were already... In hell..."

"Your body will continue to be torn into pieces. Although every moment you struggle in pain, you will regret the crimes you committed, but the pain will never end, forever..."

The man fell to his knees in horror, begging "I did something wrong, please forgive me!"

The messenger no longer looked at him, but only looked up at the sky,

"This... the one above is already very neurotic... I also know a person who lives in hell with the memory of his life. He must have prayed countless times for forgiveness, but it was of no use... because he... still Live in hell."

Wearing a black robe and a black hat, he held a message of the dead written in blood red in his hand, or it was a book of life and death.