soul ferry

"While waiting, there will be a sense of sorrow and joy spreading throughout your body. Although you are oppressed and uncomfortable, you feel the fire of the entire universe burning in your veins. Your soul is like grapes buried in a wine barrel. Boiling intoxicatingly in the boiler."

—— Stendhal "The Red and the Black"

Pushing open the door and entering the apse of the Underworld Palace, only to find that he was in a luxurious presidential suite, Zhao Li felt a little confused again.

Ah Cha came out from the bar with a cup of coffee, and greeted Zhao Li, "Here we are."

Looking at the hot woman in black leather pants in front of him, Zhao Li swallowed hard, "Master Chacha, don't you like the most dazzling ethnic style? Why did you change your look?"

Ah Cha glanced at Zhao Li, and said half-truthfully, "It's not because of you that I'm dressed in black all day long, I just want to be more suitable for you."

Zhao Li put on a flattered expression, stepped forward and said fawningly, "Thank you, Mrs. Chacha. Actually, I think a red dress suits you better, and red and black go well together."

""Red and Black" is a tragedy." Ah Cha said with a smile, Qianqian pointed at Zhao Li's chin, "Don't you want me to hug your head in the end to mourn you?"

"Hey, that's not true." Zhao Li also laughed, taking advantage of the opportunity to kiss Ah Cha.

"Hmm." Ah Cha cleared her throat as a reminder.

Zhao Li stopped quickly, reached out and touched the hair piece to ease the embarrassment.

"Lin Zhiwen's matter is settled?" Ah Cha asked.

"It's resolved." Zhao Li replied, and offered the Ecstasy Sword at the same time.

Ah Cha took the Ecstasy Knife, weighed it in his hand, then pressed the blade against Zhao Li's chest, and gently drew a circle,

"Guarantee this guy, did you miss it?"

"Let's go, let's go."

"There's been some movement among the ferrymen recently, do you know that?"

"do not know."

"Help me keep an eye on it, and report the situation in time."

"it is good."

The atmosphere froze, and the two were speechless for a moment.

"I came across a funny thing recently." It was Zhao Li who broke the silence.

"Zi Ling." He pretended to be mysterious.

"Zi Ling?" Ah Cha was a little puzzled.

"The male protagonist in the female writer's novel is alive." Zhao Li gently pushed aside the ecstasy knife on his chest, and said slowly while staring into Ah Cha's eyes. "Existing between heaven and earth, neither life nor death, no soul and memory, only follow his creator all the way, but she can't see him. Tell me, how sad is this?" His voice Deep and hoarse, but with long and narrow eyes that are as sharp as a blade, looking straight into people's hearts.

Ah Cha's expression changed slightly, and she hurriedly avoided Zhao Li's gaze, "You, don't think about it."

"Ferry people are under a lot of work pressure and are prone to psychological problems. You should take time to see a psychiatrist." She deliberately changed the subject.

Zhao Li twitched the corner of his mouth lightly, with a smile that was not a smile, "I obey, my lord queen."

On the night of the Hungry Ghost Festival, the bitter-faced Dongqing drove Zhao Li's big jeep, while Acha, who was dressed as a girl, sat in the back seat with a smile.

"That girl is very cute, look how fashionable she is, and how beautiful her hairstyle is! You are not at a disadvantage!" Ah Cha tried to enlighten the frustrated boy.

But Dongqing was still depressed. It wasn't that he didn't like Wang Xiaoya, but he hadn't figured out how the two of them should start. However, just now, he was forced to kiss her by his upper body, and when he met her tomorrow, how would he face her?Thinking of this, Dongqing slammed on the brakes.

"Who the hell are you? Why are you teasing me?"

"My name is Chacha. I will give you your life."

The sentence pattern is so familiar, Dongqing's face is black.

Facts have proved that during the emotional development of Dongqing and Xuannv, Acha's disruption played a very important role in promoting it.

After bidding farewell to Lazi Xishi and her husband, Dongqing and Zhao Li drove back to the city. Along the way, Dongqing was worried and kept moaning.

"Oh, I'll go, the matter is settled, can you stop making such a bad face?" Zhao Li was dissatisfied.

"I'm going to see Huanhuan when I go back." Dongqing said pitifully.

Zhao Li became interested, "I'm tired to ask, who is Huanhuan?"

Dongqing looked hopeless, "The big white dog downstairs in Wang Xiaoya's house."

"Hahaha!" Zhao Li patted Dongqing's shoulder gloatingly, "Maybe you are lucky."

Facts have proved that if you take pleasure in other people's misfortunes, disasters will come.There is essentially no difference between fifty steps and one hundred steps.

Glancing at the whip in Ah Cha's hand, Zhao Li shuddered reflexively, "Master Chacha, let's discuss whether we can make a deal. My injury hasn't healed yet. Can this meal be spared?"

"The fugitive from Cold Water Hell escaped from your hands. You still want to beg for mercy for such a big mistake?" Ah Cha asked coldly, and then smiled sweetly. Alright!" The tone was very much like a nurse coaxing a child to get an injection.

"No, Lord Chacha, that evil ghost has corpse oil, I really can't resist it." Zhao Li explained with a bitter face.

"Blame me?" Ah Cha raised his eyebrows, and his face darkened, "How could you get tricked if you didn't kiss her? You also said your lines, why didn't you speak so slickly when I rehearsed with you!"

Then, then it was crackling (whip).