Boss Shen's Funeral Shop

Shen Jing had never felt that the days passed so slowly. He was suppressed by the evil spirits in the Wangchuan River and entered the depths of the river. He endured the heart-wrenching pain every day, but he still kept his eyes open, watching Looking forward to the Naihe Bridge above the River of Forgetfulness, when Baili Qingfeng passes by, he can look down and see that he is waiting for him here.

Shen Jing never thought about what would happen if Baili Qingfeng was already dead when he was being tortured, and he did not dare to think about it, nor did he want to think about it.

Shen Jing waited for more than 20 years. When Baili Qingfeng walked to the side of the Naihe Bridge, he was already an old man who staggered. His originally silver-white hair had become dull, and his handsome face Fei Fei's face was already wrinkled like an orange peel, but Shen Jing recognized him at a glance, it was the island owner he had always loved.

But Shen Jing couldn't make a sound. He watched Baili Qingfeng clash with those Guichas, and watched him being suppressed to the side of Sansheng Stone. Shen Jing couldn't suppress his fear. He was afraid that the ghost messenger would really beat Baili Qingfeng His soul is gone, so what faith does he have to wait?

Fortunately, Baili Qingfeng was sucked in by the Sansheng Stone. Although Shen Jing was worried, at least he knew that the Sansheng Stone would not harm anyone.

When Baili Qingfeng walked out, Shen Jing obviously felt that this was not the complete Baili Qingfeng anymore, because he was crazy, and Baili Qingfeng's heart was already in chaos. There's nothing emotional about it.

A high-ranking ghost messenger and a person holding a long pen arrived. Shen Jing knew that person. He was the judge. He was the one who sentenced Shen Jing to be punished by the Blood Pond Hell for those ten years, so Shen Jing remembered it very well. .

Baili Qingfeng was taken away, and Shen Jing was very worried. He watched in the Wangchuan River, but he couldn't do anything.

When Baili Qingfeng came back, he was no longer Baili Qingfeng. He called himself Baili, and he was looking for a man named Shen Jing, but he couldn't remember what Shen Jing looked like.

Shen Jing is very happy. He likes Baili like this, a Baili who only remembers him alone. However, Baili has never looked into the Wangchuan River, not even the most pitiful look. I don't know, in the Wangchuan River, Shen Jing, whom he had been looking for all along, was looking at him bewilderedly.

Baili became the emissary of the underworld and regained his youthful appearance, but there was no torch flower under the right eye, and his hair also turned black. However, he would still lose his human body occasionally and become the same silver-haired bun from before. look.

He wandered between the world and the underworld, and he brought back many people named Shen Jing, but none of them was the Shen Jing he was looking for, and the Shen Jing he was looking for was always quietly waiting for his arrival at the bottom of the river , and then sent him away.

Shen Jing lived a dark day at the bottom of the river. The heart-biting pain brought by the river water has already made him numb, and he can no longer feel the slightest bit. His first 500 years have passed like this. The ghost messenger salvaged it from the river.

"Have you thought about it now? Do you want to drink the old lady's bowl of soup?" Meng Po still smiled so kindly, but Shen Jing saw some pity in her smile.

Shen Jing shook his head, the wedding dress on his body had been corroded by the river water, but it was still as dazzling as before when he wore it, Shen Jing turned his head and walked to the bank of Wangchuan River, and then jumped down again.

In fact, he wanted to wait for Baili's arrival on the bank, but those ghost messengers who were staring at him would not give him such a chance, so Shen Jing could only choose to return to the river again.

Shen Jing started his long wait again, every time Baili arrived, he could carefully observe the subtle changes in Baili.

Baili's breath became gentler, he was probably too cold to negotiate with people, Baili became smiling, probably because someone finally provoked his emotions, Baili's eyes became deeper and deeper, probably It is a long life, which makes his precipitation more flavorful.

Shen Jing waited for an unknown number of years, but Shen Jing knew that this time it might not have been 500 years, because the ghost messenger never came to him.

Shen Jing waited for Baili's arrival again, but this time it seemed to be different. He sent a special ghost to the underworld. Shen Jing could see clearly that the ghost looked exactly like him.

And Baili this time seemed to be different from the previous Baili. He looked at this ghost with a very inexplicable look, which was a look that Shen Jing had never seen before.

Then, Shen Jing saw that the ghost who looked exactly like him embraced Baili, but Baili did not refuse, he did not take the initiative to push the ghost away, even his expression did not change the disgust, even in his eyes, there was something A trace of nostalgia, that is the happiness that Shen Jing never enjoyed until his death.

that's not me!Why are you looking at him like that!Shen Jing has never been so desperate, not when he was wearing a wedding dress, not when he was beaten to death with a single palm, not when he was in the blood pool hell, not even when he has been waiting here for nearly 1000 years, But now, Shen Jing was surrounded by a feeling called despair.

Shen Jing couldn't bear this kind of despair. The feeling of suffocation that he had been under the pressure of the Wangchuan River for nearly 1000 years seemed to attack his heart at this moment. He was obviously a soul, but his heart hurt like it was about to tear apart. generally.

Shen Jing lost all thoughts, it was a kind of complete despair and despair, he wanted to rush out of the Wangchuan River like crazy, but there were so many evil spirits in the Wangchuan River, and those ghosts who were waiting for a person like him, they Everything hindered his climbing movement, and without the pull of ghost messengers, he would not be able to climb up at all.

Baili sent that person away, and then he turned and left, still without taking a look at Wang Chuanhe, and after he left, the ghost who looked exactly like Shen Jing ran away, but when he left, it was as if he had sensed it. Turning his head to look at Wang Chuanhe, he showed a triumphant smile as if he saw Shen Jing.

All of Shen Jing's obsessions were wiped out at this moment.

When another 500 years came, Shen Jing was dragged ashore. At this time, Shen Jing was more like a ghost. He was as dumb as a chicken, and followed the ghost messenger mechanically to Po Meng.

"Grandma, will I be able to forget him after drinking this soup?" Shen Jing asked looking at the boiling soup.

"You are such an idiot!" Po Meng didn't say anything else, but just passed the soup in her hand to Shen Jing.

Shen Jing took the soup and poured it down directly. The soup was extremely bitter, and it was steaming, but when he drank it, it was like an ice knife piercing his throat, cutting his internal organs with pain.

"Grandma, this soup is so bitter! I want to eat something sweet," Shen Jing handed the bowl to Granny Meng, and obviously drank the soup, but the effect in his mind was still as clear as yesterday, he said: " Mother-in-law, please give me another bowl of soup! I remember it so clearly, I think I forgot it all."

As he wished, Granny Meng served him another bowl of soup. Shen Jing took it and poured it all down just like the last bowl. This night was different from the last bowl. This one was not cold, but it was hot like magma. The burning Shen Jing was like entering a furnace, and his whole body was trembling.

"One more bowl!" Shen Jing handed over the bowl, but Granny Meng didn't speak, and filled him with soup again.

Shen Jing continued to drink, but when he drank it all, Shen Jing wept like rain. He was wearing red and yellow drinking water, and the tears mixed with the river water, making Shen Jing look like he was crying. blood in general.

"Grandmother... I can't forget him... what should I do! My heart hurts so much!" Shen Jing let go of his hand, and the rough pottery bowl fell to the ground and shattered into pieces, while Shen Jing He was also crying so hard that he wiped his face vigorously with the sleeve of his wedding dress, but he never wiped off the tears on his face, leaving only streaks of blood.

"Fool, if you can't forget, then drink a few more bowls." Granny Meng looked at Shen Jing, and poured three bowls of soup for Shen Jing in a row. Shen Jing's coefficients were all poured down, and the shadow in her heart became lighter. , and Meng Po soup seemed to have washed away his other feelings.

The ghost messenger took Shen Jing to the well of reincarnation, Shen Jing was like a puppet, he followed the ghost messenger step by step, even if the ghost messenger didn't lock him up, he didn't have the slightest intention of escaping.

Shen Jing glanced at Naihe Bridge while walking, then turned back and walked forward.

"Six bowls of mengpo soup, bowls with different flavors, three bowls to respect my love, three bowls to bury my heart, the kings are like ghosts, and there is no sad soul."

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Baili took Yiliu to the office building of Zhenglin Technology. It was very scary at night, but neither he nor Yiliu turned a blind eye to the evil spirits that filled the building, and even wherever they went, those evil spirits Instead, they all avoided Yiliu as if they had met their nemesis.

Yiliu was still wearing his antique clothes, even the hair crown hadn't changed, he followed Baili's side, and he didn't have the slightest curiosity about everything around him, as if he had seen everything before. It's just that the eyes are still rolling around, as if searching for something.

"Can you find it?" Baili asked.

"There are too many black things like this, so I can't see them." Yiliu pointed to the evil spirit in the air, his expression was not serious, obviously he didn't take these evil spirits seriously, he said: "Wait I eat these things."

Yiliu's words were very simple and clear. He took a step forward and really took a breath into the air. The black-gray sinister aura in the air seemed to be frozen, and then suddenly turned around. was sucked into his mouth.

This feeling is actually a bit of a visual shock. When the black-gray evil spirit was sucked into Yiliu's mouth, it was like the smog being sucked away by a vacuum cleaner.

"Let's go!" Yiliu glanced back at Baili, then walked in one direction first, and said as he walked, "I can feel that Ah Guo is waiting for me below."

"Can you feel him?" Baili was a little surprised. Although these two people were really in love with each other before, how could they still have such strong feelings after they died for so long and became the corpse king again.

Yiliu gave him a very disgusted look, and then said: "Our relationship is not something a scumbag like you can understand."

Baili was stunned for a moment, then nodded, and said, "Indeed, I'm not a good person, but..."

Baili looked at Yiliu with disgust, and said, "I didn't think your mouth was so annoying before."

"As long as Ah Guo thinks my mouth is good, that's fine. Who are you?" Yi Liu is obviously very adaptable to modern times. After watching two episodes of online dramas with Yi You, he can already speak some Internet terms.