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Ghost world.

The Wangchuan River is in charge of the cycle of life and death. The ghosts lingering on the river bank are lingering and the yin energy is strong.

The wandering souls in the world gathered here, were shackled, and one by one, they jumped into the River of Forgetfulness and entered a new reincarnation.

The Yin soldiers escorted them and urged impatiently: "Walk faster, take your time, hurry up if you are in a hurry to be reincarnated."

Suddenly, a gust of wind passed in front of him. The Yin soldier put down his impatience and bowed his eyebrows in a respectful voice: "Your Majesty, why are you here?"

The man he called Your Majesty had clear and handsome features, but with a sickly and abnormal paleness, he looked like a living person who had died unjustly.

He raised his hand to stop the Yin soldiers from kneeling down and saluted, and said with three coughs: "Nothing, cough... just cough... come and see..."

The Yin soldiers turned out to be good-tempered at this time and waited patiently for their lord to finish coughing.

The handsome man coughed really hard, and his body kept rising and falling, as if all his internal organs were about to be coughed out. In the end, he rarely suppressed his coughing and finished a sentence completely:

"Have you seen Jiang Zheliu? Where has he gone?"

Yin Bing looked at His Majesty with concern, hesitated for a moment, and decided to betray Jiang Zheliu, "Your Majesty, he left the ghost world and said he was looking for the person on your scroll."

Hearing this, the man coughed violently again, which was even more distressing than before. He covered his lips with his sleeve, and his sleeve was covered with blood.

After coughing up blood, he frowned helplessly and said, "Why... why didn't you stop him from coughing?"

The Yin soldier felt guilty and lowered his head: "Your Majesty, I can't stop you."

Hearing this, Wen didn't even blame him, but just waved his hand to indicate that he could go about his business.

Turned around and went to the boundary of the ghost world.

The ghost world barrier connects the human world. Wen Liansheng stood in the barrier, looking at the bustling human world separated only by one layer of barrier, and sighed softly.

The world is full of traffic and fireworks. It is a place he will never be able to go in his life.

After looking at it for a while, Wen Liansheng slowly took out a scroll from his sleeve and slowly unfolded the painting with his white fingertips.

On the scroll, many years ago, he used ink and water to depict a young man. The young man looked very good, but his dress did not look like ancient times.

The young man's eyes are smiling in the painting. Wen Liansheng's pale fingertips touch the ends of the young man's bent eyes, revealing a gentle smile unconsciously.

Then he coughed violently again and coughed up blood.

After putting away the scroll, he raised his eyes and looked at the barrier. The barrier suddenly fluctuated and someone came in.

Jiang Zheliu, who had not been seen for several days, walked into the ghost world carrying a monk in a sky blue disciple uniform.

I couldn't see clearly that the monk was being carried quietly by Jiang Zheliu, and he was probably knocked unconscious.

Wen Liansheng sighed inwardly. After all these years, Jiang Zheliu is still so rude.

He walked forward, coughed, and frowned, "Why did you bring someone here after knocking someone unconscious again?"

"I didn't knock him out. This is my junior brother. He was knocked unconscious with poison."

Jiang Zheliu put down the monk behind him and said happily: "This answer is definitely correct. Your Majesty, my junior brother must be the person you are looking for."

When Wen Liansheng heard this, his sickly face showed no big waves or ripples, and his heart, which had been silent for a long time, was almost frozen.

After so many years, he couldn't find it. Jiang Zheliu must have found the wrong one again.

He didn't have high hopes, besides, he didn't have much time left.

Wen pinched his eyebrows repeatedly, "If you make another mistake, won't your junior brother break up with you?"

Jiang Zheliu smiled with crooked eyes, "I am my junior brother who is loved by everyone and is loved by everyone. How can he break up with me before his junior brother likes me?"

"Your Majesty, don't worry about me."

After saying that, Jiang Zheliu took Xie Xingchen on his back into his arms and asked Wen Liansheng to verify whether he was the person in his painting.

Xie Xingchen fainted in his arms, and his black hair fell on his shoulders, half covering his face. Jiang Zheliu pushed the black hair away.

With just this glance, Wen Liansheng froze in place, his pupils shrank suddenly, and the blood in his limbs seemed to solidify.

After the blood all over his body coagulated, it became hot again and flowed through his body.

There was a coughing sound, almost coughing up the little life span he had left.

"Isn't it true? Did you find the wrong person again?"

Jiang Zheliu felt guilty when he saw that Guizun's cough was getting worse and his condition seemed to be getting worse.

He opened the folding fan and fanned away the bloody smell that filled the air. He couldn't bear to say: "Since my little junior brother is not the one, then I will send him back so that you can stop coughing up less blood."

Wen Liansheng has been coughing up blood since he followed Wen Liansheng. No one knows how long this person can live.

He was afraid that one day, before he finished his work, his boss would betray him, and who would he ask to redeem his free contract?

Wen coughed up blood and turned pale. He smiled weakly, "No, I just didn't expect you to actually find it. My mood fluctuated too much."

Jiang Zheliu's eyelids twitched: "..."

Damn, he thought he had found the wrong person again.

But now that he has found the right person and there is hope for a free contract, Jiang Zheliu smiled and walked forward and asked, "Your Majesty, will my junior brother be left to you?"

"it is good."

When Wen Liansheng took Xie Xingchen, he kept staring at Xie Xingchen, from the tip of his eyebrows to the corners of his lips. His appearance coincided with that of the person in his memory.

It's him.

Seeing each other again after a long absence, Wen Liansheng's heart couldn't help but beat.

It turns out that sometimes the heart that has been silent for a long time will still beat loudly when seeing that person again.

The sickly pale face actually had a bit of blood, and finally looked a bit like a living person.

Jiang Zheliu's mission was completed and he was about to release the free deed.After thinking for a moment, he turned around and said to the man who had been suffering from illness all year round:

"Your Majesty, what are you going to do to my little junior brother?"

Many years ago, Wen Liansheng saved his life and sold him his freedom. This was what he asked for. Now that he has found someone for Guizun, he can leave.

Since following Wen Liansheng, Wen Liansheng has been staring at the people on the scroll every night, looking lonely.

Jiang Zheliu was moved by such deep affection.

However, he couldn't sell Xie Xingchen to Wen Liansheng with peace of mind. After all, this was his junior brother.

Although Qi Hanzhi didn't admit that he was his disciple.

When Jiang Zheliu asked him what he wanted to do with his wife, Wen coughed repeatedly, with a smile that seemed a little uncomfortable on his sickly face, and said Wen: "Of course it's getting married."

Jiang Zheliu was surprised. The folding fan he was fanning suddenly pressed down on his palms, and he choked on his words: "Your Majesty, you..."

"He should have been mine. He came to this world just for me."

Wen Liansheng has always had a good temper, but he is also very stubborn. Once he makes a decision, no one can dissuade him.

Jiang Zheliu: "Your Majesty, have you asked my junior brother about his wishes? He is an independent person, not someone's appendage, and he doesn't live for anyone."

After Wen Liansheng heard this, he was stunned for a moment, but still stubbornly said: "Heaven said that he came for me, so he should naturally be mine and practice together with me."

Jiang Zheliu felt helpless for the first time. He was in a dilemma between being a stubborn boss and a lovable junior brother.

He simply ignored it and left to get out of his free deed.

Wen repeatedly brushed Xie Xingchen's hair away, tilted his head and wanted to cough, but he was afraid of disturbing the person in his arms, so he suppressed his cough.

He lowered his eyes and stared at Xie Xingchen, like a lost child, and laughed softly, "This is the only thing I wish for. Now that I have caught it, I will never let it go."