The ex-boyfriend I slagged was the king of ghosts

The two spent a day in City T, and besides the zoo, they also went to the famous gardens nearby. Meng Qinglang wanted to take the evening train back, so that when he returned to City Y, it would happen to be the next morning. Xi Yan directly vetoed it with "not good rest".

Meng Qinglang felt sorry for his life for half a day, but after walking for a day, he was also worried that he would not be able to bear the rush and spray Xi Yan with blood all over his face, so he agreed, and the two booked a train for the next morning.

In the evening, Xi Yan squeezed into Meng Qinglang's bed as usual. Meng Qinglang regretted that he didn't book a single room. Anyway, sleeping in a bed is much cheaper. Next time, even if you book a double room, you have to book a big bed, otherwise the money will be wasted. But, is there a next time...

Meng Qinglang looked at the sky with his eyes open, and Xi Yan's long breath was heard next to his ears. Xi Yan's arm was still around his waist, and it felt extra warm because he was close to him.

Meng Qinglang faced him sideways, seeing his chin from his eyes. At such a close distance, Xi Yan's skin could barely see the pores, and his facial features were still flawless. He was so handsome. Meng Qinglang admired it for a while, and put his arms together On him, he closed his eyes and had a good night's sleep.

"I saw God." In the middle of the night, by the bushes outside the Sunshine Orphanage in T City, a little boy less than one meter tall said to the darkness with his hands behind his back.

His complexion is slightly darker, like a natural wheat color, and his curly black hair is messy because he hasn't been well taken care of. With the loosely washed gray long johns and long johns, he looks dirty Xi is very sloppy.

The moonlight shone on his face, making his all-black pupils look even deeper, his expressionless face looked very serious, and his whole person was a little weird in the middle of the night.

The dim streetlights flickered twice, only his shadow was visible.

The darkness converged towards a certain center, condensing a trembling black mist, his emotions seemed to be on the verge of collapse, and the voice came out sharp and nervous: "Where is God?!"

"Old Chen! Pay attention, do you want to be a ghost forever?!"

Hei Wu seemed to be persuaded, his figure gradually faded, and soon the surroundings returned to calm, only the faint sound of the wind could be heard faintly, like a ghost crying.

"Okay, old Chen, it's all a matter of the previous life."

"And the previous life!"

"Hey……"

Another ghost said, "How did I hear that all gods are dead?"

"Oh, I knew all of this was controlled by those selfish guys."

"The scourge has lasted for thousands of years. I heard that it was King Qin Guang's brother-in-law who wanted to jump in the queue and go through the back door, which caused the order of the underworld to collapse."

"How did I hear that it was King Biancheng who fell in love with the immortals and wanted to become a human being again and become an immortal, so he jumped into the pool of reincarnation without authorization. As a result, the ghost power was too strong and the pool of reincarnation was blown up, which caused a catastrophe in the two realms of heaven and earth?"

"Where did you all hear that? Didn't all the gods and gods fall because of the ferocity of the aura exhaustion period?"

"I do not know……"

"No matter how they died, I heard that the gods in the past were all corrupt, and whoever is more filial to the upward will be able to have a good pregnancy. If you have no money, you won't even be given a bowl of Mengpo soup. Many ghosts have to bear it The pain of not being reincarnated makes me an idiot."

"So we're still fine?"

"I don't know, anyway, I heard that reincarnation depends on connections in the past."

"There are many gods with positions in the underworld. I don't know which one is in existence. If it's the slave god..."

"Whatever he is, since he is a god, he must do what a god should do!"

"That's right, it doesn't make sense to enjoy a vegetarian meal enshrined in heaven and earth and occupying the position of a lucky corpse."

The little boy frowned, seeing that they had been arguing for a long time without a word being useful, and angrily said: "Enough, who has any ideas about our future actions?"

The few ghosts who got together immediately silenced, and one asked in a low voice: "Master Muying, what do you think should be done?"

A ghost said indignantly: "No matter what, I have to ask him for an explanation."

"I have a proposal..."

Mu Ying looked at the talking ghost: "What?"

"Master Muying watched that day, how powerful is this god?"

Muying pursed her lips, her baby-fat face puffed up slightly, and she recalled it for a while before saying, "Very weak."

"In this case, why not eat him and become our new god?"

The ghosts fell silent.

"Eating God...not so good..."

"We have been good people and ghosts for several lifetimes..."

"I think it's feasible. If it succeeds, at least our brothers in the Ghost League will be saved."

"No, if it fails, doesn't he have to send us all to be pigs?"

"What the fuck I'm holding now is the Pork brand!"

"I think it's okay, but Master Muying is now in a human body, this person eats people..."

"It's hard for adults."

"My lord has sacrificed a lot for us."

"My lord...you are all for us!"

Mu Ying raised her voice twice: "I haven't agreed yet! How about you eat it?"

"We have too few reincarnations. With our ghost power, we may only eat one bite and the rest will be wasted. If we can't eat all the godheads, it's useless if we become residual gods."

A ghost suggested: "I think we should convince God with reasoning first, and then eat when he doesn't listen."

"I agree."

"Then take him back first?"

"There are a lot of ghosts in T City, let's find out if we have seen a god."

"Be careful not to let the word out, some ghosts don't have the same heart as us."

The next day, when Meng Qinglang got on the train bound for Y city, the ghost alliance in T city finally found the hotel where he was staying.

Xi Yan is sorting out the photos on his mobile phone. As a man who is often conquered by his appearance, it is a habit not to waste his beauty by keeping photos everywhere.

Meng Qinglang was still exhausted after sleeping all night. He rested his head on his shoulder and closed his eyes. Occasionally, he poked the ghost servant interface in the system panel. Then he didn't move, not knowing what he was doing.

The time of two people seems to pass much faster than that of one person. Meng Qinglang felt that he took a rest for a while, looked at the scenery and chatted for a while, and then arrived at the stop.

In the neighborhood, Xi Yan carried the bag for him and said, "I'll take you back."

"The two buildings are not 30 meters apart..."

"There is still a vertical distance."

In the end, Meng Qinglang snatched back his backpack and left on the grounds that "I want to go back to rest".

On the seventeenth floor, everything in the corridor was as usual. Meng Qinglang was still looking forward to it. He expected that when he came back, the family would have left. He took out the key to open the door. The lights in the living room were turned off. Yes, some fell down, but the valuables and things belonging to Meng Lei's family are gone.

The house was very quiet. When Meng Qinglang turned on the light, there was a thin layer of dust on the coffee table. Somehow it was done on the floor. There were scraps of paper everywhere. The whole house seemed cold and deserted for a long time.

Meng Qinglang closed the door, her heart beat faster, and they really left.

The author has something to say: Today is a bit short, I will review _(:з」∠)_

Thank you Zhao Liu for the nutrient solution~