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Let’s talk about my afterlife.
When I was alive, I was really a notorious female demon, robbing children of candied haws, and beating roadside homeless people. People who hate me by Xiantu Modao can go around Chenji Mountain three hundred times hand in hand.
I thought that after my death, I would be digged out of the grave, and it would be difficult to protect my body. Unexpectedly, I floated at the grave for a few years, and the green grass grew half a person tall, and I was surprised that no enemy came to the door.
Suddenly I felt a little lonely, and felt that I had done all bad things in vain while I was alive.
It all depends on this wordless monument!
I hate the person who erected the monument to me. He didn’t write his name or name to me. Not only did my admirers find me, but even my enemies couldn’t find me. And just in the year when I got more and more opinionated about the person who erected the stele, during the Qingming Festival, drizzling like hairs, I finally waited for someone to come to my grave…
It was a man dressed in ink and coming in the rain. He got closer, and I saw him as a crown of jade, so beautiful that I felt amazing.
I watched him for a long time, and Jol felt that his facial features seemed a bit familiar. I touched my chin, and when he waited for him to offer some green fruits in front of my grave, I suddenly reacted…
Ah! Isn’t this person the Mo Qing of the Eight Evil Clowns!
It turned out that after the scary ink marks on his face disappeared, his face turned out to be so beautiful!
He stood in front of my grave, and the raindrops seemed to have frosted him. He said dumbly: “I know you are addicted to acid, and I picked some green fruits for you on the road.”
I love to eat sour. Everyone in the Wanslanmen knows that the fruits offered are always green fruits that are ripe and unripe. He knew that I was buried in this grave, and no one else should know who was under the wordless stele except the person who buried me.
My heart is clear, he must have brought my body and buried it after he took the Wanjun Sword from the Sword Tomb. After I knew it, I was disdainful again, Mo Qing took advantage of me and killed me, and now I am embarrassed to come to my grave! Also equipped with Wanjun Sword! Is he here to show off!
I glared at him, angrily trying to kick the green fruit away: “Who wants your green fruit, I can’t eat it, go to the grave without burning a piece of paper, you kid understand the rules!”
“This fruit is very sour. I have tasted it on the way. You must like it very much.”
Have you tasted it? Is there something wrong with you, lick it yourself before giving a confession?
He looked at my monument, completely unable to see my glaring look, and continued to say, “Now Wan Slaughter Gate, I will help you take care of it very well.”
What! He actually took over the Wan Slaughter Gate! I was shocked. What a kid! Killed me, and even robbed the martial art I built with my own hands! Ruthless enough! But… Although I really want to say that someone has the ability to kill me, who is the master of the door, and so on… But it was not because I was confident that no one could kill me at the time!
“With the Wanjun Sword in my hand, I have slowly recovered my strength, and have gradually regained the divided magical way.”
What! I’m shocked! Is he going to ascend the throne of the demon king! That was originally the place in my pocket!
“I’m slowly helping you realize what you want.”
Yeah! You took everything I wanted!
This **** thing, really came here to show off!
I’m so angry that I want to cheat the corpse. I was lying in the soil, and he wanted to find it specially, and it made me feel heartbroken to tell these things! How much does he hate me! Obviously I saved him when he was young! This is really a guy who will avenge revenge!
I grabbed the grass at the grave, and I just hate that I can’t get up and kill him.
However, after showing off his achievements, he hasn’t left yet, and stood for a while, seeming to say bitterly: “Unfortunately, you can’t see it anymore.”
What! Do you still want me to see it with my own eyes? If I live now, I won’t be **** off by you a hundred and eighty times every day! This kid’s heart is too poisonous!
I was furious, and I kept standing in front of the monument staring at him until he turned and left in the drizzle rain, completely covered the night with a black suit, and the anger in my heart could not be dispelled.
When I was alive, I never thought he was such a brazen ugly creature.
I think about it, the more I think about it, the more I hate it. I feel I am sorry for the grievances that accumulate in my heart if I don’t seek revenge from him.
In the few years that the grave is floating, occasionally there will be other lonely ghosts passing by. I know from them that there is a ghost city twenty miles away from my grave, which is dedicated to wandering in the world. The lonely wild ghost sells things.
I have seen more rare magic weapons than their entire ghost market, so I didn’t bother to see them. Up to now, I think it’s time to take a look, find a way to repay the yang without too much time, let me go back and stab the ink, and I will be satisfied.
I asked the wild ghosts passing by. I set off on the same day, swayed for three days, and finally drifted twenty miles away…
I am tired.
It’s slow. That’s why I haven’t left the grave in the past few years.
Twenty miles, this is what I used to do, I didn’t need to pinch the curse, I could rush to it in the blink of an eye, but now, this soul body has no power and can only float on its own. It’s okay at night. I can take advantage of the dark air at night to move faster. In the daytime, especially at noon, let alone floating, I wish I could bury myself in the soil.
The world of ghosts is like this. No matter how strong you are in your life, you will be a mass of gas after you die. Actually, there are different kinds of gas. Li ghost floats much faster than me, just like stepping on a hot wheel under my feet, hula la and pass, and the stronger the ghost, the faster it floats, the greater the power, but the ghost is He couldn’t do without his own one-inch three-pointer because of his life’s events. No matter how fast he floated, he could only wander around in his own circle.
The reason why I didn’t become a ghost, thinking about it, is probably because I died tepidly, not tragically enough.
I also sighed, thinking that I was swaggering and swaggering for a lifetime, and finally died so special and very ordinary.
I’m not convinced, I have to pay my yang and die again. This time it must be terribly earth-shattering!
Finding 10,000 reasons to return the yang to myself, I finally floated to the ghost city of the ghosts, the ghost city is quiet, the lonely ghosts are doing their own business in a gloomy way, I follow the main road After searching for a long time, I finally saw a magnificent storefront on the side of the road. There was a plaque hanging high above the store door with white characters on a black background and the three characters “Huihunpu” crookedly written.
I took a look inside. The counter was covered with a black cloth, and several wooden signs were hung on the cloth, which read “Half an hour to return to the soul”, “An hour to return to the soul”, “One day to return to the soul”, etc. Different time. I pinch it and forget it, now Mo Qing has taken over the Wan Slaughter Gate, has Wanjun Sword, and has to unify the Demon Dao. I want to stab him. It will take three to five months to say nothing. This hour and a half , Where is enough fun……
I was still waiting to enter the shop to take a closer look. Suddenly, a large knife was blocked in front of me. I followed the blade and looked to the side. I saw that there were two blue-faced fangs guarding the shop door to the left and right. ghost.
“What’s your name?”
He asked me. I squinted at him with my hands behind my back, and said, “Chenjishan Road swagger.”
He listened to my name and was not afraid. He took a mirror out and had a conversation with it. Then he put down the mirror and made a big sword in his hand: “You can’t go in.”
I raised my eyebrows: “Why are you not allowed to open a store?”
“You have no money in the underworld!”
I just felt an arrow in my heart, and almost instantly vomited blood. I have never been to a ghost market to buy things, and I don’t know that they actually ask for money for things like the sun. I suppressed my temper and asked him: “Where does the ghost get the money?”
“Let someone burn it for you.”
I was silent.
Who should I let me burn! In the past few years, only Mo Qing has gone to the grave! His uncle’s also only provided a few roadside picks of green peel fruits! Isn’t this a bullshit!
I glanced at the Fang Devil again, tried myself again, and finally had to sigh, resigned and turned away, letting the Fang Devil laugh at me behind: “I have been dead for four or five years, and there is no money. A poor man, dare to come to our soul shop.”
He was telling the truth, I really have a temper and no confidence to tell.
I sighed three times along the way, then floated for another three days, and reluctantly floated back to my grassy grave.
Fortunately, being a ghost doesn’t have to eat, otherwise I don’t have money to buy food, and being starved to death is the biggest joke in my life.
I want to sigh with emotion, my surname is Lu, my name is Joan, and the word is swagger. When I was alive, I responded to the word “swagger”, but now that I died, I responded to the word “Joan”. Really poor, I have never suffered from being poor for half of my life, and now I have stumbled on this…
The world is unpredictable, extremely unpredictable!
I feel that I have no hope of revenge. When my ghost life was gloomy, it was a night of thunder and rain. I was watching the lightning and thunder at the grave, and suddenly a string of hurried horses hoof came from far and near.
I saw a black horse galloping, and a woman in pink on the horse’s back was struggling desperately. After a long distance, she heard her hoarse shouting: “You let me go! I don’t want to go with you!”
The man holding her behind only made the sound of a horse and couldn’t answer.
When the horse galloped to the monument in front of my grave, a flash of white lightning suddenly tore the sky and thunder exploded. Somehow the woman struggling to make a profit, she fell from the horse’s back and slammed into it. On top of my stele.
There was a “boom”, blood splashed on the spot, and I couldn’t help but “yo” when I heard sitting on the grave.
The woman slid down from my monument and rolled in the mud. A nice light pink dress immediately wrapped up the mud. The man riding the **** horse hurriedly reined his horse. Before he could stand on his feet, he ran off after kicking his horse. He chased me in front of my tombstone in a few strides, and picked up the black-faced woman: “Zhi Yan !” His rough voice was deep and painful, “Zhi Yan!”
I stood behind the man and looked at the girl in his arms with him.
The girl closed her eyes tightly, and the mud on her face was mixed with blood. After a while, she was washed away by the pouring rain, revealing her pale face.
“Oh, I didn’t save my strength when I hit this head. I’m going to die.” I sighed, feeling over, suddenly a flash of inspiration, she died, died in front of my grave, this is God’s will, let I try the legendary corpse resurrection technique?