Messenger of Yin and Yang

This place is very different from the place where the fake "ghost king in white" brought him last time. There is only desolation, cold and gloomy here.

Walking through a dark and cold scary road, they stopped in front of a heavy temple door. The blue-robed ghost stretched out his hand and moved the bones on the temple door a few times. The door opened slowly, and the furnishings inside were quite different from those outside. , mainly blue, with a shimmering look everywhere, before he had time to look carefully, he saw a person tied to a blue pillar in the middle, "Xiaofan,"

He ran over, looked at the scars on Xiaofan's body, his eyes immediately turned red, he blamed himself and regretted these days, but he didn't dare to think deeply, he could only numb himself, seeing Xiaofan right in front of his eyes, How could he control it, he held back his tears and shouted tremblingly: "Xiaofan,"

He carefully lifted Xiao Fan's drooping head, "Xiao Fan,"

He turned around hastily, looked at the blue-robed ghost, "He, what happened to him?"

"He was seriously injured and unconscious!"

Zhang Dezhi panicked all of a sudden, "Then, what should we do? How can we cure him?"

"Now we can only save him first, and then talk about saving him."

"Save him, save him..." Zhang Dezhi suddenly remembered, "Save him, can I just drip blood on the iron chains that bind him?"

The blue-robed ghost nodded, and rolled his eyes again.

Zhang Dezhi looked around, there was a knife on the ground, he picked it up immediately, and slashed it from his wrist without a trace of hesitation, dripping blood onto the chain, white smoke immediately came out of the thick black iron chain , but the chain was not broken, and it seemed that there was a tendency to tighten it. He was anxious, "What's going on?" He looked at the blue-robed ghost, but the blue-robed ghost didn't speak.

Zhang Dezhi immediately frowned, he looked at Xiaofan, then at the blue-robed ghost, and suddenly understood: "You lied to me?"

He was tricked by a ghost again!

He walked over quickly, grabbed the blue-robed ghost's collar with red eyes and shouted, "You lied to me, why did you lie to me, aren't you Xiaofan's subordinates? Why did you lie to me?" Because of his Tear, the head of the blue-robed ghost tilted.

"This seat asked him to do this." A melodious and familiar voice suddenly sounded behind him.

He turned around and saw a familiar face, "White-clothed ghost king? No, you are not a white-clothed ghost king, you are an evil ghost. What exactly are you trying to do?"

The corner of the "Ghost King in White Clothes" twitched slightly, "What am I going to do? You'll know right away."

The blue-robed ghost straightened his head and knelt down, "Participate... see Ghost King."

He gave a casual "hmm".

"You tied up Xiaofan? Did you hurt him like this?" Zhang Dezhi was not afraid at all, the blood in his body was churning, he just wanted to save Xiaofan.

"Ignorant human beings, don't be disrespectful to the ghost king!" the blue-robed ghost said sharply.

The "White Cloaked Ghost King" took two steps closer, "It's okay, he is human after all."

Zhang Dezhi: "..."

"What do you want me to do?"

The "White Cloaked Ghost King" chuckled, approached and grabbed his neck, the familiar feeling of suffocation surged up again, but he let go after a while, frowned slightly, and looked at the blue robed ghost, "Why? What? His holy soul was sealed?"

The blue-robed ghost lowered his head and said: "Back to the ghost king, when the little ghost found him, his holy soul had already been sealed, and the blood reflection just now didn't respond."

"Ghost King in White Clothes": "No wonder you still look stupid like a human being after so long."

"But it doesn't matter, this sealing technique is not worth mentioning to me."

As he spoke, he stretched out two fingers and pointed at Zhang Dezhi's neck, "What do you want to do, you..." Before Zhang Dezhi had time to struggle, he suddenly felt a warm current running away from his body, gradually feeling like a burning fire , he began to have double images in front of his eyes, his mind was chaotic but clear, he saw Xiaofan, those strange and familiar images made him have a splitting headache, as if it was about to explode.

He hugged his head tightly and couldn't help roaring, "Ah!!!"

"Brother..." A small voice suddenly found a gap and penetrated into his mind. He endured the severe pain and looked there, "Xiaofan..."

The "Ghost King in White Clothes" also looked at Xiaofan, and said with a smile, "The timing is just right."

Xiao Fan looked at the "Ghost King" weakly, "You..."

"You protect him so hard by yourself, you should let him know." "Ghost King" chuckled: "There is only one person left, oh no, ghost, the fun can begin."

Zhang Dezhi knelt on the ground and curled up, but his eyes struggled to look at Xiaofan, "Xiao, Fan..."

Xiao Fan looked at Zhang Dezhi on the ground, his eyes were red.

"Holy Soul, do you think of something now?" "Ghost King in White Clothes" looked at him.

There were too many memories in his mind, too messy, and he was a little confused for a while, but he knew that everything was not as it is now.

"Soul Lord, I, I..." He held his chest and watched Xiaofan struggle to squeeze out these words.

Xiao Fan looked at Zhang Dezhi in pain, but he wasn't very excited. He just looked at the "Ghost King" again, "You can't hurt him."

The "White Cloaked Ghost King" didn't take it seriously, "People often say that you can't speak too early, because..."

"Grandma?" Zhang Dezhi's exclamation interrupted him.

Xiao Fan also looked at the sound, who was the trembling voice at the door if it wasn't grandma?

"Xiaozhi? Xiaofan? I..." Grandma looked around in panic, wondering why she was here?And what is this place?

Xiao Fan also yelled: "Grandma..."

Xiao Fan suddenly looked away from his grandma, staring at the "Ghost King in White Clothes": "What do you want to do?"

"Ghost King" approached him, smiled and said, "You should have guessed what I want to do."

Xiao Fan really guessed it, but there is nothing he can do, all he can do now is ask him harmlessly: What do you want to do?

Zhang Dezhi was so excited that he wanted to run to his grandma. When he stood up, his legs went limp and he fell to the ground. The grandma didn't know what was going on. Looking at the two children, she felt anxious, and immediately floated towards Zhang Dezhi, "This, this What's the matter?"

Zhang Dezhi stood up relying on his grandma's hand, tears welled up suddenly, "Grandma..."

"Xiaozhi, what's wrong with you? Where is this...Xiaofan? What's wrong with you? Who is this?" Grandma asked looking at the "ghost king in white" and the ghost in blue.

Zhang Dezhi's Adam's apple twitched before he hesitated to speak: "Grandma, this is..."

"This is Hades, you are already dead, and the one in front of you is the person in power here." The blue-robed ghost explained aloud.

Grandma lost her mind for a moment, as if thinking about the truth of what he said, "Hades? Am I dead? Am I already dead?" Grandma suddenly grabbed Zhang Dezhi's hand and asked excitedly, "Aren't I in the hospital?" ? I... I'm dead? I woke up and came here, is it already dead?"

Zhang Dezhi: "..."

"Ghost King in White": "People who have just died are like this. They don't believe that they are dead."

Grandma: "..."

"...Grandma, I'm sorry," Zhang Dezhi lowered his head, "I never dared to tell you, but you are actually very sick...I was afraid that you would not be able to accept it, so I never told you, grandma..."

After Zhang Dezhi finished speaking, his grandmother suddenly fell silent, and his hand that was holding Zhang Dezhi loosened. Zhang Dezhi grabbed his grandmother with his backhand, and couldn't help but worried: "Grandma, are you okay?"

Grandma raised her head to look at Zhang Dezhi, then looked at Xiaofan, sighed, and then said lightly: "Actually, I have always known that my own body has changed, so how could I not know about it? It's just that you are deliberately hiding it from me. Me, I just pretend I don’t know.”

"Patta" a drop of tears dripped onto the hands of the two of them, "Grandma..."

But grandma raised her hand to wipe away the tears on Zhang Dezhi's face. Her hands were still rough, but they were no longer warm. "My child, grandma didn't blame you. I know you don't want to make me sad. Birth, old age, sickness and death are common things, although It's a bit regretful, but grandma accepts it."

"Grandma, I'm sorry..." It's okay if she doesn't comfort Zhang Dezhi, but when she comforts Zhang Dezhi, she blames herself and regrets even more. Everything has become like this because of him.