The king of Hades who was hunted down by the system

Chapter 31 Rational
The wontons cooked by the devil are good.

Compared with the one downstairs in his house, it tastes a lot better.

……

After he finished the soup, he saw that it was still early and sat there watching the old man's busy appearance. The old man was used to cooking wontons and serving rice by himself, and although the time was tight, he was not in a hurry.

It wasn't until the number of people who came to eat wontons gradually decreased, that a pair of men and women who looked very anxious rushed to the wonton stand.

The woman hugged the little girl and cried, and the man also pulled up the man with a yellowish face who was sleeping in the dark at the table with a look of resentment and punched him. The thief who stole the child was caught.

The old man hung up the closing sign in advance, and waited for the last few customers to leave before sitting opposite Mo Rang. His eyes were wise and gentle, not at all like the painful and resentful eyes of a ghost.

"You also have a ghostly aura on your body." The old man said firmly.

Although the ghostly aura just now was faint, it was so strong that he couldn't ignore it. For a ghost like him who struggled to make a living in the world, only by staying vigilant forever would he not become a meal for other evil ghosts.

"What do you want to do?" The old man looked at him warily.

"It's nothing, I just want to ask you, do you remember what happened when you were alive?"

The old man hesitated for a moment: "I don't remember."

"Why did you save the girl just now?"

".When I opened a shop here, I often saw the girl's parents bring her over, so I knew at a glance that this was a child kidnapper."

Mo Rang nodded, what he wanted to know was not these, but——

——"Evil ghosts are dominated by hatred, why can you still stay sane?"

Generally, there are kind-hearted people and people who have no grievances after death can maintain most of their sanity after death, but such people can only become the lowest level of discouraged ghosts and black-shirted ghosts after death. There is no such thing as a ghost who can be in red without resentment after death.

The old man covered his head with his hands and seemed to be thinking hard.

Some memories remained in the deepest part of him that had not yet turned into a ghost, like a layer of terrifying shackles, which could not be destroyed even if cut with a knife or an axe.

"I don't remember either"

There is something that can keep the evil spirit rational. He can't figure it out. He really wants to pry open the memory of the evil spirit in front of him, because he has a premonition that that thing will be very important to him.

"Suffering both pain and joy can make people remember their lives, but it can't take away the memory of an evil ghost," Mo Rang thought to himself.

The expression on his face was more sincere and humble, and his eyes were full of meaning.

"I don't know if the old man has felt the change of the ghost energy nearby?" Mo Rang approached the old man a little bit, and casually said something that frightened the evil ghost——

"A ghost king will be born in Yunzhou City"

Ghost King!

That is the highest existence in the world.I haven't heard of the birth of a new ghost king for a hundred years, but now that he is about to be born, is he in Yangjian! ?
The old man's face was already ashen, and his fingers tapped his knees anxiously.

——The strong man in front of him is also an evil spirit, so there is no need to lie to himself about the birth of the evil spirit.However, if this matter is true, then no matter how the human race is, he will definitely be eaten by the promoted evil spirit!
Every promotion of a goblin requires a lot of grievances.Although hell lacks blood and food, it has boundless resentment, which is enough to support the promotion of evil spirits.

And because of the thinness of resentment in the yang world, if the evil spirits forcefully break through, they need a lot of blood and resentment. Every ghost king in the yang world climbs to the top with the flesh and blood of human beings and the souls of the same race.

When the old man's mind was shaken, Mo Rang opened his mouth in a timely manner, and said persuasively, "Have you heard of Gou Chentie, old man?"

He slowly took out a token as warm as black jade and waved it in front of the old man's eyes.

In the state of no excitation, Yan Wang Ling looked gentle and harmless, exuding a fragrance that made ghosts salivate.

"What do you want me to do?" The old man swallowed.

"It's nothing, I just want to invite you, old man, to come in this Gou Chenyu, and I'll take you out of Yunzhou"

Mo Rang smiled slightly, "Of course, I also have requirements, until you remember the thing that makes ghosts regain their senses, I will set you free."

A hint of menace flashed across his crimson eyes.

The old man seemed to be weighing the pros and cons. Now the situation was stronger than the ghost. He really couldn't refuse the evil ghost opposite him.

"One life, and Gou Chentie's nurturing. Have you considered it?"

Mo Rang saw the old man nodded slowly and his smile became brighter.

……

Dip Hongxia.

The wooden table originally filled with various dishes was only left with a mess of cups and plates.

A few young knights have practiced martial arts since childhood, and they can eat more than ordinary people, especially since they have been hungry for many days.

Lu Lingqian supported his chin with the palm of his hand. After eating, he felt a little dizzy, so he looked at a pool of green water for rest.

Meng Ju kicked his toes in boredom, his round face thoughtful: "Brother, Brother Mo has been away for a long time, why hasn't he come back?"

"almost."

Cai Lan replied shortly that his internal injuries were not healed, and he had just eaten a few quick mouthfuls of food before starting to practice internal skills to restore his physical strength.

Mo Rang had indeed been out for a long time. At this time, the scholars talking at Su Luhua's table had already checked out and left. Only they and a black-clothed swordsman who was drinking were sitting quietly.

Not a single sound.

The uneasiness in Cai Lan's heart quickly fermented. Their backs were facing the black-clothed swordsman, and the warrior's lightness kung fu could make him conceal like the wind.

He didn't know when the knife would hit his neck.

The young man turned his head quickly, and looked at the swordsman in black vigilantly with his eyes, but he saw that the swordsman was still drinking wine by himself, his hair was like dry grass.

The frightened sparrow is still afraid of Bie Zhiyue.

He turned his head away with tense muscles all over his body, Cai Lan believed in his own feeling, the black-clothed swordsman had an extremely terrifying aura, which is not something ordinary warriors can have.

The young man was like a light on his back, and the murderous aura he felt just now made him hold his long sword tightly, and he could draw his sword to deal with it in the next second.

When several people were thinking about each other, the cyan gauze curtain was like water ripples, and a person came out after a while.

After Mo Rang came in, he saw the boys waiting for a long time, and smiled apologetically. He noticed that Cai Lan's expression was still as vigilant as walking on thin ice.

"I just went to do some things and wasted time. Please bear with me, young heroes."

When the young knights saw him coming in, they all stood up from the wooden chairs and put their burdens on their backs again, looking as if they were all ready to go.

"It's okay, Brother Mo, we just finished eating not long ago."

Lu Lingqian smiled lightly and didn't ask any further questions, they followed Mo Rang out to find a place to rest.

"Cha-"

There was the sound of a chair being moved.

The swordsman in black seemed to have finished his drink, and kicked the chair away casually, making harsh noises.

Mo Rang thought he would leave directly, but he didn't expect him to walk in his direction.

The temperament of the swordsman is full of depression and decadence. Although his face is ordinary, it implies righteousness. He should be a decent person.

Mo Rang frowned as the swordsman walked up to him. The man had drunk a lot of wine, and the smell of alcohol on his body was indeed unpleasant.

"Don't believe it."

There was a look of pain in the swordsman's eyes.

"Don't trust the people in this city."

After finishing speaking, regardless of the expressions of several people, the man walked away alone with a long knife, and his back looked very bleak.

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