Renew

Pouring Lingmo fell to the ground, ruffling his hair with his hands, trembling all over, he didn't even want to look at the man that "You Ming Zun" transformed into.

Obviously Xue Lang, whom she has been thinking of so much, is here, but she refuses to look at it.

"Look up and see if this Xue Lang is exactly the same as the one in your memory." Hua Su asked.

Pouring Lingmo, who is willing to look at it, shed the blind girl's human skin, and found that this soul is her original appearance, sweeping the Emei lightly, taking a small look at Mian Miao, she is a beauty, but she is too pale, just like the refugees in the corner Pale and thin, with little blood on his face.

"Come and see." Hua Su said.

Pouring Lingmo refused to look up.

Hua Su stretched out her hand, exercising a ghostly aura to force her to raise her head.

Piao Lingmo's pupils trembled, and he had no choice but to meet Xue Lang's sincere and eager eyes.

The man's eyebrows, eyes, mouth and nose were exactly what she remembered. She joked that she didn't remember everything when they first met, but when she saw his face, she remembered everything, "Xue Lang, Xue Lang..."

Hua Su said lightly: "This is the face that You Mingzun likes the most. Later, when he won Cangming City, he cut off his own face so that he could paint himself like this. It seems that this face not only fascinated you , captivated him too.”

Can you not be fascinated, if there is not such a person as "Xue Lang", presumably You Mingzun would not be able to find the real body of pouring ink, so he would not be able to get the painting ghost, and without this magic weapon, he would not be able to win the acre of the underworld Three points.

Pouring Lingmo, weeping bitterly, he stretched out his hand and grabbed "Xue Lang"'s face, tearing it left and right.The handsome man in front of her immediately turned into splashes of ink, splashing everywhere.

There is no such thing as "Xue Lang", it's just some ink ideas.

Rong Li looked down at Piao Lingmo, then turned to Hua Su and asked, "So you knew she was cheated."

Hua Su's expression was calm, "You Ming Lord can't hide things, and he will say everything when he is proud."

She looked at Piao Lingmo, and said slowly: "I killed You Mingzun, blinded hundreds of eyes on his body, cut him into pieces, and suppressed his ghost energy under the bone base. The base was originally built by painting ghosts, if you want to enter the base and dig out the ghostly aura of You Mingzun, you must have painting ghosts in your hand."

Rongli understood, no wonder Shen Du tried everything possible to sit on the base bone seat. It turned out that he not only thought of the position, but also wanted to bury the ghost energy buried in the ground. Venerable You Ming must have been at a high level at that time, and he must have had his ghost energy. Can soar into the sky.

But she felt something was wrong, she clearly remembered what Hua Su said before, to climb the bone seat, one must have the seal of the ghost king in hand, what is the relationship between the seal of the ghost king and the painting ghost?

With a blink of an eye, she reached out and grabbed the corner of Hua Su's clothes.

Hua Su turned her head to look at her, let her pinch her, and said softly to Piao Lingmo: "I have avenged you, Lord Youming will never lie to you again, and you don't want to lie to yourself."

Pou Lingmo broke down in tears, "Why did you tell me, why don't you tell me to find Xue Lang again?"

"You can't find him." Hua Su said.

Pouring Lingmo sobbing, "Xue Lang and I are about to pay homage. After being taken away by You Mingzun, I tried to escape several times, but I was trapped by the water in Dongming Lake. Later, Mo bled dry. He must have thought I was I no longer have the power to hide, so I relaxed my vigilance, and I finally escaped with eight parts of my soul."

"Then you went back to Chen Liang's shop?" Hua Su asked.

Pouring Lingmo cried and said: "After You Mingzun left, the torrent receded. I wanted to go back to Chenliangdian to rescue the villagers, but someone had quietly fished them out of the river. It took a long time before the village recovered. I lost some of my original appearance, but my Xue Lang... never came back."

Rong Li listened carefully, and didn't ask her if she saw anyone who snatched up the villagers, maybe it was Dong Heng who retreated from the flood and crossed his soul quietly.She pretended not to care, and carefully rubbed Hua Su's clothes with two fingers.

Pouring Lingmo's eyes were red, his voice was hoarse from crying, and he was almost speechless, "I searched for his soul everywhere, but found nothing. If he was swallowed by You Mingzun, or passed away, I would rather he was reborn, I also don't want him to be devoured by You Mingzun."

Hua Su sneered coldly, "You never thought that he is Lord Nether, the original Xue Lang passed away long ago, even if the person you found later looks like him, he is not the Xue Lang you want."

Pouring Lingmo was crying uncontrollably, "I have found several Xue Langs and worshiped heaven and earth seven times. I don't want anything because of him. If anyone deceives him, I will deceive them. I don't want all of them to be him. If it’s not him, why is it the Nether Lord?”

Hua Su remained silent.

Rong Li clutched her sleeve, he didn't expect this blind girl to be so affectionate.

Piao Lingmo said in a hoarse voice: "If one step is wrong, then one step is wrong. I found Xue Lang by mistake and killed many people. I knew I shouldn't do it, but I thought it would relieve Xue Lang's worries, so I thought it was okay. "

Pouring Lingmo has two hairpins on his head, his face is as white as snow, his eyes are blacker than ink, he looks like a person painted in ink.She was crying, and the tears that flowed from her eyes were suddenly stained black, as if ink droplets were slowly rolling down the plain white paper.

Pouring Lingmo's face was almost covered in ink from crying, while Bai Shengsheng's face was mostly black.

She stared fixedly at the village below the mountain, the flood had not yet receded, and the fish fairy she had drawn was still swimming in the water.

She suddenly said: "But I'm still thinking about Xue Lang, how can a person like You Mingzun bear his temper and pretend to be kind, really just to deceive me?"

Hua Su said: "Just to lie to your real body."

It's not the sincerity, it's the real body, it's even colder to hear this.

Pouring Lingmo frowned tightly, his body was not supported, and he fell to the side violently as if the world was spinning.

Rong Li bent down to help her, his hand was stained with ink.

Pouring Lingmo looked up at Hua Su, "Can you show me how Venerable Youming died?"

Hua Su didn't say yes, but just reached out to Rongli.

Rongli understood, and wanted to take the painting out of his sleeve pocket, but when he saw that his palms were full of ink, he couldn't do it for a while.

Pouring Lingmo weakly said: "My spirit has been damaged for many years, and I have not healed the wound for many years. I spend every day in the worry of losing my soul."

Rong Li looked at the ink on his palm, he didn't want to wipe it with a handkerchief, but he didn't rub it on his clothes either, "Is this your blood?"

Pouring Lingmo shook his head: "This is my scattered soul."

Rong Li froze immediately, she didn't know how she rubbed someone else's soul onto her hand, she thought dizzily, can this rub back?

Hua Suben had a cold face, seeing her looking at her palms at a loss, grabbed her hands amusedly, and flicked her palms, and those palms were immediately clean as before.

Only then did Rongli take out the painting ghost, and he was very obedient, "What do you want to draw?"

Hua Su covered the back of her hand, and led her to wave the pen twice in the air. Suddenly, the mountains sank, the sea water poured into the ground, and the sky collapsed.

A large dark abyss was exposed in the collapsed sky, the light seemed to be swallowed up, and it was dark everywhere, and a few clusters of will-o'-the-wisps suddenly jumped out, lighting up vaguely.

A circle of surrounding buildings gradually rises from the outside to the inside, and when you look up, you can see a tall tower in the middle, which can cover all the surrounding buildings on all sides.

There are six circles of this building. At first glance, one circle can house hundreds of households. The walls are not made of mud or wood, but countless white bones.

Even the high tower in the middle of the building is made of white bones, and a chair covered with a black blanket embroidered with silver thread is firmly on it, it should be...

Base bone seat.

This is Cangming City, Rongli knows it later.

Before she died, she entered the fake Cangming City that was painted. Maybe this place is a little different from the real one, but the difference is not too big.

I only heard about Cangming City before, and I thought it would be like a mortal city, no matter how bad it is, it would be like a ghost city, with black tiles and white walls everywhere, and red lanterns hanging high, but this Cangming City is full of ghosts everywhere. It was bones, and the circles of surrounding buildings seemed to trap the souls of the dead in it. It was very oppressive. She just looked down and felt out of breath.

Hua Su hugged her and fell from mid-air, and stood on the edge of the bone base, pouring Lingmo to the side.

There were ghosts crying in the distance, and the voices of all the ghosts crying were all coming from the same ghost.

A half-naked ghost moaning under the bone base is the Nether Lord.

The hundreds of eyes on You Mingzun blinked fiercely, and a woman in black grabbed his neck with one arm, and stabbed each pair of eyes on him blind with her slender fingers.

You Mingzun is still holding the face of "Xue Lang", but half of the face is not completely drawn, it seems to be interrupted suddenly.

The woman's silver and black braids fluttered in the wind, and her phoenix eyes and red lips were none other than Hua Su.

Rong Li suddenly turned his head and looked at the ghost who was hugging him beside him, afraid that he might have misidentified the person just like Piao Lingmo.

Hua Su snorted coldly, "If you can admit me wrong, even if you are in hell, I will find you out."

Rong Li nodded, "Then you'd better do what you say." Otherwise, when she passed away, she would not know where she would have gone.

Pouring Lingmo sat down on the side, staring intently at You Mingzun bleeding all over his body, being chopped into pieces, and shattered into ashes.

The ghostly aura of You Mingzun dissipated, and the ghost soldiers hiding in the enclosure were ready to move, and one by one emerged from the darkness.

But the woman kept the ghostly aura left behind by her hand, took out the painting, and the ghostly aura was trapped under the bone base by a mark.

The imprint is intricate, like a ghost head covering its eyes tightly.

The imprint is fleeting, half of it is shining brightly, and half of it is hidden in the dark.

This half-light and half-darkness, Rongli could see half of it clearly, but couldn't see the other half clearly, even if he memorized the imprint of this half, it would be useless.

Could this be the ghost king seal?

Rong Xin jumped up suddenly, thinking that the ghost king's seal would be some kind of jade seal, but it was just a seal drawn by Hua Sui.

Jiao Lingmo smiled lightly, shook his head and said in a hoarse voice: "He deceived me so badly, I believed him for so long, and finally paid by mistake, the most worthless thing in this world is sincerity, and the worst thing is a liar. "

Rong Li squeezed Hua Su's sleeves tightly, and seeing the ghost glance at her, he nodded and said softly, "All liars in the world should be beaten to ashes."

Pouring Lingmo's eyes full of mourning, he looked up at Hua Su, "I have one more request."

"What's the matter?" Hua Su asked.

Pouring Lingmo: "I want my Xue Lang to come back and worship the world with me. I want my Xue Lang."

Rong Li has already raised his wrist so that Hua Su can hold it more easily.

Hua Su held her hand, when the ink fell, the surroundings changed again, her eyes were blushing and her ears were full of congratulations, it was clearly in the wedding hall.

Pouring Lingmo's clothes changed, and a hijab was still on his head, and he was led across the brazier by someone.

If you step over the brazier, you will be born as a member of your husband's family and die as a ghost of your husband's family.

"Xue Lang" stood in the wedding hall, waiting for her to come and pray to heaven and earth.

The first is to thank you for the good fate, the second is to know and report Chunhui, and the third is to raise your eyebrows.

Li Cheng, pouring Lingmo lifted his veil, looked at Hua Su, his eyes were red and he said: "I know you want to mend your spirit, but I haven't recovered after so many years of raising it, only a little ink blood has been brought back, it's all gone." Here you go."

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