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Send me a piece of longing for you, saying that you may have to worry about separation.

Love that cannot be found will eventually end in old age.

Things in the world are unpredictable.

The open fields are overgrown with grass, and there are many green flames flying like will-o'-the-wisps.

In the dark night, the desolate cold wind blows, which makes people's hair stand on end.

"Crack, click, click," a sound similar to gnawing bones spread from the ground, accompanied by a sharp, astringent cry, like scratching metal products with sharp fingernails.

The feeling is the same, the sound is huge, one after another, refreshing the heart and lungs.

The dark night sky was cut into countless fish scale fragments by the hidden moonlight.

A group of people passed through the gap and found a flat place to stop in the boundary where the sound waves spread.

However, they landed silently.

After they landed, the green flames around them immediately dispersed, trembling as if they were hiding from something.

Not only did this group of people appear strange, but the people were also very strange.

There was one person at the front holding a whisk, then two people stood facing each other with lanterns, and at the end there were four people carrying a huge black sedan.

The sedan looked gloomy and scary like a mouth.

The small coffin only has a few lotus silver bells hanging on the four corners of the eaves and the sedan roof.

Such a scene is very appropriate here.

The curtain of the sedan looked thin, but it didn't move at all in this windy place.

These people were uniformly dressed.

They were wearing black robes with wide stand-up collars that covered most of their faces.

They wore hats that looked like houses on their heads.

A bamboo stick as thick as a chopstick was pierced from the left and right sides of the hat.

Two long silver The brocade belt hangs straight to the ground from both sides of the bamboo strips, swinging in the wind.

The harsh sound underground continued and did not stop due to the arrival of outsiders.

The person at the front, who was slightly petite compared to the others, was holding a whisk in his hand.

He picked his ears irritably, turned around and said respectfully in the direction of the sedan: "Master Ya, this ghost king really doesn't know colors, why don't you let the subordinates know the color?"

Go down and plunder his lair, smash up his den, and see if he dares to show off again."

Her tone was cold and awe-inspiring, filled with chills, but it was the voice of a real woman.

It is not difficult to see that this person should be the person with the highest status among these people except for the master.

After all, only others dare to pick their ears in front of their master.

"You kid with a yellow mouth, don't talk nonsense.

I, the majestic King of the Ghost Realm, am not those turtle bastards out there who don't keep their promises."

Before Master Naya could speak, a strong, hoarse, old voice came from underground.

Come, the anger is deep.

As the sound ended, a crack sank not far from where the man in black stood, and then an old man in ragged clothes crawled out of the crack.

The old man was as skinny as a stick and had gray hair.

He was said to be ragged because His seemingly gray robe was already in tatters, his old face covered with dust was brown, and his hair had not been washed for an unknown number of days.

He looked like an old beggar begging on the street.

He wanted to show off his hair since he was a kid, but his appearance didn't match his voice at all.

The old man seemed to know something, so he kept moving awkwardly.

After he appeared, the hair-raising screams coming from the ground stopped immediately, and the flying green fire also stagnated in the air, and time seemed to have stopped. on them.

The Ghost King looked at the people and the sedan in front of him, and his wrinkled eyebrows couldn't help but twitch, and even his temples jumped a few times, and he suddenly started wailing in his heart: Oh, how can this ancestor be so good at choosing time, here?

The fateful time has come.

This is because I deliberately want the old man to go to the underworld.

Thinking about it, the old man's face instantly became tangled up into a late autumn chrysanthemum.

This flowery expression came suddenly, but it made the man in black sweat.

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Damn, is this old man constipated?

If the Ghost King knew what they were thinking, the chrysanthemums in late autumn would surely be so angry that they would sway and bloom again in the wind.

Due to the rare silence around them, the silver bells hanging on the sedan rang ethereally and crisply, like humming a song in the wind.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, how come the Ghost King looks like this?"

A graceful but elegant voice came from the sedan chair.

He paused for a moment as if thinking about his next words, and then continued after a moment, "We have been apart for three days." , I’m really impressed.”

His tone was soothing, calming the restless hearts of others for no reason.

This obviously contained derogatory and teasing words, but the pleasant voice of the woman in the sedan made the Ghost King unable to get angry.

In fact, not only could he not be angry, but he also did not dare to be angry.

He did not have the guts to provoke this murderous god.

He thought.

He was so old that he got to such an extent, and he was more than sad.

He quickly took a few steps forward, his eyes flashed slightly, and he asked tentatively: "I don't know why the master came here tonight."

"Oh, I just want to ask the Ghost King to find something.

Why should the Ghost King be so nervous?"

First there was a chuckle, and then a melodious voice came again.

It was strange that he was not nervous.

The Ghost King stretched out his dry bark-like hands and wiped his forehead.

It was okay, okay, he was just looking for something.

It seems that Xingxiu Pavilion really has two brushes, and he can actually find it.

He thought the noses of the ghost corpses he raised were much more sensitive than some dogs.

Although he was suspected of stealing the jobs of certain creatures, someone was still very proud, with a flattering smile on his face without knowing it, and asked: "I wonder what the master of the pavilion is looking for?"

He was really curious about what it was that made this figure with neither head nor tail of the dragon bother so much.

Ever since he was replaced as the master of Xingxiu Pavilion, his reputation has risen in one day, and he has quickly become famous in both the yin and yang of the Six Nations. half god "It's just a small thing, so I'll thank you, Ghost King."

As soon as he finished speaking, a black scroll flew out smoothly from the sedan chair.

The Ghost King tried to hide his cover and wanted to take a sneak peek at the scenery in the sedan.

His whole body felt cold for a moment.

He knew that he was not offending.

He quickly took the scroll and opened it and started to read.

He glanced at the pattern on the scroll and his eyes flashed with suspicion.

This It can't be some kind of treasure, right?

As if knowing his doubts, the melodic voice sounded again: "This thing is not of great use to the world, it just has some affection for me.

It was lost in the early years and disappeared."

The tone of the pavilion master was full of It’s a pity not to see each other again.

The Ghost King knew that these were just perfunctory words, but he also knew that some things were inconvenient to tell others.

Besides, the more you knew, the faster you would die.

He still cherished his life.

Hey, isn't it true?

Is this the great road in this world?

He didn't dare to ask any more questions at the moment.

He casually closed the scroll and put it in his arms.

He smiled, and his originally small eyes became even smaller.

"Now that I have gained the trust of the Pavilion Master, I should try my best."

He said, "Yes."

He should keep it a secret.

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He just hopes that he can find it soon and end it soon.

This god of death should not come to scare him again.

It is better to choose it at this troublesome time.

He will never believe that they come here casually.

"Then thank you Ghost King" As he spoke, the moonlight penetrated the clouds and shone down on the ground, illuminating the surrounding area.

When the Ghost King saw this, he immediately screamed.

He didn't want to let outsiders laugh at the door of his house.

"Guisu, come back."

The voice was vaguely cold.

The Ghost King didn't notice this, and now he just felt that the master of the pavilion was so considerate that he completely forgot about the fact that he was asked to do work at the wrong time, which made him feel aggrieved.

"Yes, Master Ya."

The girl in black walked to the front position between the two people holding the lantern, and she sighed in her heart: The formation is still so perfect!

She flicked the fly whisk, put it on her arm, and a pair of men and horses immediately rose on the spot, Until it disappeared into the sky and merged with the blackness, except for the crisp ringing of the bell, it made no sound as when it came.

After watching them leave, the Ghost King immediately ran towards the crack as if his butt was on fire.

His movements were indescribably swift and bold, regardless of whether he was exposed or not.

When the cracks in the ground closed again, the heart-scratching sound that made people's hair tremble and the heart-scratching sounds sounded again, and the green will-o'-wisps also began to float.

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