What bad thoughts does the Reaper have? [Transmigration Book]

In the dimly lit room, two runes, one white and one black, floated in the air, radiating faint light and circling into the bodies of Jiang Wei and Chu Ming.

Jiang Wei fell into a deep sleep, and after a while, he found his spirit body appeared in a completely dark place, he couldn't see anything, he couldn't tell where he was, so he could only wander around aimlessly.

Suddenly a strange smell wafted from a distance, with a bewitching fragrance that lured Jiang Wei to follow.

It doesn't matter to Jiang Wei where he goes, he followed without hesitation for a moment, he wants to see where the fragrance will lead him.

Not long after Jiang Wei chased this smell, a vortex suddenly appeared in the dark space under his feet.

"Ah—" Jiang Wei exclaimed, and was instantly pulled down by the vortex.

The rapidly passing scene was so dizzy that he couldn't see anything clearly, Jiang Wei only felt that he had been falling, and with a thump, Jiang Wei fell on the hard ground, only to realize that this was the underworld that had appeared in the dream when he opened his eyes.

He patted the dust off his body and stood up. It was also very dim here, but he could barely see the road paved by the skulls, and the lights were also placed in the hollow bones for illumination.

The pictures that once appeared in his dreams flashed past his eyes one after another quickly, completing the pictures that were not connected before, but he was like a ghost, and other ghosts could not see him or touch him.

He watched as his other self was irritated by the cold and silent god of death wearing a big hood, ran angrily from the main hall to the side hall where he lived, and scribbled on the paper with a quill.

But Prince Jiang is not a vengeful master, after a few hours his anger dissipated, and he tirelessly chased after death.

There is only night here, so he made two time dials himself, one for death and one for death, and he also stipulated these times every day to go to him, and he was not allowed to see him.

The ghost messengers below discussed in whispers, secretly betting that [-]% of the ghosts did not believe that Lord Death would agree.

Even Chu Ming himself didn't think he would agree, when would he need to cooperate with a little white dragon who was not even a fraction of his age.

It's just that from the day Jiang Wei agreed on the time on his own, every time it was almost the time when Jiang Wei would come to see him, he would not go out to work and stay in the dormitory to handle official documents.

Gradually, there were more snacks and decorations on Chu Ming's office desk that would never have appeared before.

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Relying on Jiang Wei's high skill and courage, and Chu Ming's pampering and pampering on purpose, no ghost can beat him as he walks sideways in the underworld.

But he is cute and lovable, with a sweet mouth and can play around, coaxing female ghost cultivators of all ages to like him, and later heard that Prince Jiang stayed in the underworld to find his parents, and the female ghosts felt even more distressed about this child , no matter who has any fun and delicious food, they all want to leave a copy for the little dragon prince from the east.

Jiang Wei ran around every day, and he scolded all the corners and corners of the baby. He got tired of playing for two days and then gave them back, and Chu Min would quietly give them a share of compensation afterwards.

The spoiled Prince Jiang almost lost face in the underworld. Jiang Wei's figure must be indispensable on the opening day of the ghost market once a month. Caught off guard, his face turned pale and he passed out in public.

Jiang Wei's fainting without warning became the most hotly discussed news in the ghost market that day. Lord Reaper, who had never appeared in the ghost market, came in person and hurriedly took away the unconscious Prince Jiang.

Jiang Wei looked at the rapidly changing picture in front of him, and couldn't help frowning, he knew his own physical condition best, why did he faint so well?

Jiang Wei watched as Chu Min carried him to the main hall, outside stood a whole row of Wannian Ghost Cultivators, an old man with a white beard hunched over and walked to the bed with a cane, probing with two fingers, pondering After a while, he said: "My lord, Prince Jiang's soul has stayed here for a long time, due to the excess of yin and the loss of yang."

Jiang Wei is not dead, how can he stay in the underworld all the time?

This is an existence that is against the rules. His yang energy has been losing money but cannot be replenished. If it continues like this, he will become weaker after a while.

"My lord, since the whereabouts of Prince Jiang's parents are known, you'd better make a decision as soon as possible. The longer you delay, the more disadvantageous it will be for him." The old man advised sincerely.

Although Prince Jiang jumps up and down restlessly every day, he is like a little sun that can shine. Few ghosts would dislike him. I really want this Prince Jiang who brings happiness to stay in the underworld forever.

But life and death are separated, and there is no world at all, and it is impossible to act against the sky.

Chu Ming stood in front of the couch with his back to Guixiu, looking at Jiang Wei's pale and bloodless face, he closed his eyes and said nothing, he didn't know what Guixiu said.

As early as two months ago, he had found out that Jiang Wei's parents had fallen into the trap of the natural enemy Ji because they were investigating the large-scale turmoil.

The idea of ​​letting Jiang Wei leave started from finding news about his parents for him, but he didn't want to tell them all. On the one hand, the truth was too cruel. On the other hand, why wasn't he reluctant to let go of the light that fell into his hands?

"You fetch the things from the Lan Pavilion for me." After a long while, Chu Ming spoke to the ghost messenger beside him.

The ghost messenger withdrew in response, knowing in his heart that this time the Lord really decided to send Prince Jiang away.

In the following scene, Jiang Wei appeared in the dream and named him when he was drunk. Jiang Wei used his own perspective in the dream, but this time it was from Chu Ming's perspective. His sadness was not his own. .

On the day Jiang Wei left, all the ghosts from the underworld came out to see him off. He was covered with small gifts from them, wrapped inside and out several times, and looked like a walking colorful ball from a distance.

But no matter how Jiang Wei looked at him or how he waited, he couldn't wait for Chu Min, whom he wanted to see the most. A group of ghosts surrounded him and sent him to the ghost ship. After crossing this black sea of ​​forgetfulness, he left the underworld.

Chu Min helped him to prepare enough items for him, and sent the most reliable and experienced boatmen, who were careful about the details, for fear that this journey would wrong him, but he just didn't see himself.

Jiang Wei stood at the bow of the boat, looked over the dark ghost shadows, looked at the highest palace in the center of the underworld, raised his hand and waved in that direction.

As the boat sailed, the ghosts on the seaside of Wangwang gradually became a mass, getting smaller and smaller.

Forget about the strong wind and rough sea, Jiang Wei refused to go back to the cabin because of his stubborn temper, the boatman could not persuade him so he had to let him stare at one direction paranoidly.

After Jiang Wei left, ghost cultivators mentioned him from time to time in the first few days, once in front of Chu Ming in the main hall, all the ghosts glanced at his cold face, secretly shut their mouths and dared not mention it again.

The name Jiang Wei has gradually become a minefield for Lord Death, and no ghosts are allowed to step in and mention it.

Chu Ming would appear at the place where Jiang Wei lived every night, and there were ghosts who carefully cleaned the place every day, and the furnishings in the room did not dare to touch a single bit.

The god of death, who never had to eat food, ate according to the habit when Jiang Wei was around, ate what he liked, followed Jiang Wei's footprints to see the scenery he had seen, and occasionally stayed in Jiang Wei's room all night .

Chu Min took out the jade hanging around his neck, and stroked the warm notches with slightly cool fingers. This was the most precious gift he had ever received.

His teacher Xiao Jiang taught him to laugh and to be happy, so that he would no longer be just a cold stone.

But the student is too stupid to know what to do if he misses him.

After seeing the light, I can't bear the darkness that I used to take for granted.

I don't know how much time has passed, Jiang Wei watched this god of death, whom he taught to talk and laugh more, return to a cold state little by little, even worse than before, no one would see him normally, and locked himself in the past , unwilling to come out.

It was another day when the ghost market was opened. A boy dressed in blue and white and a monkey mask broke in suddenly, walking casually on the main road like a curious child, looking around.

A skinny ghost crouched on a tree and saw this boy, he smiled and quietly followed him, and snatched the pendant from his waist when he wasn't paying attention.

The boy realized that he was about to chase, and suddenly a paw swung across his face, grabbed the mask off his face, and returned the pendant to him instead.

When the crowd saw the young man's face clearly, they all gasped in unison, and a ghost asked tremblingly, "Jiang...Jiang..."

"Is... Prince Jiang?"

"Prince Jiang is back?"

The group of ghosts quickly overtook Jiang Wei, Jiang Wei couldn't run anywhere now, smiled helplessly and took out the gifts he had prepared for them.

"Prince Jiang is back!" You Gui happily ran all the way, happily reporting the news to more ghosts.

All the ghosts were overjoyed to hear the good news. They had endured the low air pressure for more than half a year, and the ghost market was not as lively as before. Now that Prince Jiang is back, the Lord is in a good mood and they can Feel better.

The bustle and bustle below was like a festival, so it naturally spread to the top.

Standing by the window in front of the main hall, Chu Min held the jade in a daze, and almost dropped the jade in his hand when he heard the ghost messenger's report, his first reaction was to doubt whether it was true or not.

There was a lot of ghost voices outside, fearing that Chu Min would not hear them, they all raised their voices and howled, "Prince Jiang! Long time no see!"

"Prince Jiang, your clothes are really pretty!"

"Prince! How did your hair become so long!"

"What are you talking about? Our prince looks good again!"

The voice was so loud, there was no reason why Chu Min couldn't hear it, and the ghost guard standing behind him didn't dare to leave, looking up at his back tremblingly, not understanding why the Lord had such a reaction, shouldn't he go out and have a look?

Other ghosts may not know, but he knows that the master is always holding the piece of jade that Prince Jiang gave him.

Chu Min heard the howling outside gradually dissipate, and subconsciously clenched the jade in his hand, why was there no sound?

Suddenly there were footsteps behind him, and before Chu Min could look back, a pair of hands hugged his waist tightly from behind, and his warm body came over with a familiar aquatic tone, domineeringly occupying all his nerves.

"Chu Ming, the young master is back!" Jiang Wei hugged him sideways and announced with a smile.

Chu Min's body stretched into a straight line in an instant, the fingertips holding Yu were flushed, and the veins on the back of his hands were bulging, trying desperately to conceal the turmoil in his heart.

His Jiang Wei... really came back.

Jiang Wei hugged him for a long time without getting a response, his smile froze on his face, he let go of his hands, and stood behind him staring at the big rock eagerly.

"ok, I get it."

Jiang Wei lowered his head, pouted his small mouth, and looked downcast in capital letters. His anticipation and joy were poured down hard.

Only I was the big fool thinking he would be happy to see me.

"Don't you...don't want to see me?"