Lord ghost please let me go

"Yes, sorry!"

Mo Ju stood up abruptly, turned around in a panic and apologized to Liu Yi.

He actually had zero-distance contact with Mr. Guicha just now...

Thinking of this Mo Ju, he couldn't help but bury his head even lower, and there was a huge wave in his heart that was hard to calm down——

He has been in love with Liu Yi since he first met Liu Yi five years ago, but today is the first time he has gotten so close to Liu Yi, although it was just an accident.

"Are you okay?"

Liu Yi's cold voice came from above his head, like clear spring water flowing into Moju's fluctuating heart.

The status of Lord Guicha is much nobler than that of a little ghost with amnesia, so where is it his turn to make a fool of himself?

Mo Ju's expression was slightly gloomy, he pulled out a smile, and was about to say goodbye again, when the black shadow just now suddenly threw himself into his arms.

"Meow~"

Mo Ju hurriedly hugged it, and when he took a closer look, he found that it was a black cat.

The original loss was washed away by the sudden black cat, he held it stiffly, and looked at Liu Yi helplessly.

Animals in the underworld are even rarer than books, and Mo Ju, who has no experience, really doesn't know what he should do now.The ball in You Qi's arms was still soft and fluffy, and he was always worried that it would hurt if he accidentally exerted too much force.

Liu Yi moved his fingertips slightly, then took a step forward, bent slightly and picked up the cat——Liu Yi's soul body showed the appearance of a young man who had reached the crown, half a head taller than the youthful Mo Ju.

There will inevitably be some physical contact during the period, Mo Ju felt the numbness caused by Liu Yi's cold fingertips inadvertently rubbing against his arm, and subconsciously took a small step back.

Liu Yi raised his eyes and glanced at him, and while raising his hand to smooth the black cat's fur, he introduced it calmly: "This is Po Meng's cat, it will come over occasionally, sorry for scaring you."

Perhaps in order to match Liu Yi's words, the black cat "meowed" again, and Hei Buliuqiu's head was slightly tilted, extremely cute.

"It's all right." Mo Ju waved his hands repeatedly after hearing Liu Yi's apology, and couldn't help asking carefully, "You and Mrs. Meng... have a good relationship?"

Liu Yi didn't think much, and replied, "It's sort of."

Now the underworld is mainly under the control of King Qin Guang, who is in the ten halls of Yan Luo, and Meng Po belongs to King Qin Guang, and her status can be regarded as high in this underworld.

All of a sudden, Mo Ju felt how far the distance between himself and Liu Yi was.

"Ah, so, then I'll go first." He replied casually, and finally took his leave again, and hurriedly pushed the door out.

But there might still be a chance...

Mo Ju, who was in a hurry, comforted himself from the bottom of his heart, recalling that Liu Yi accidentally mentioned the precious painting left in the world during the Mid-Autumn Festival last year, he became more and more determined to get it back.

As long as he can find a way to bring it to Liu Yi in the underworld, the relationship between them can be brought closer, right?

Mo Ju's small plan was crackling, in fact, the most important purpose of his trip to the world was this.

He stopped and looked back at the wooden house, secretly making up his mind.

-

A few days later, the Ghost Festival.

The usually gloomy and deserted underworld suddenly became lively when it was less than half an hour away.

One after another, all the souls gathered near the ghost gate at this time.

"Hey, what are you going to do in the world this year?"

"My brother got married last year, and I want to visit them this year."

"Mo Ju is planning to go to the human world this year, remember to come back early."

"Well, thanks for the reminder."

"Where do you want to go this year? Or Guang'an City?"

"No, I plan to go to Shangluo City this year."

"..."

The ghosts who are familiar with each other have begun to chat with each other, which is very lively.

Mo Ju, who was waiting for Wen Tang independently from the group of ghosts, sensitively caught the word "Shangluo", his eyes lighted up slightly, and when he was about to go over and ask if he could go with him, a shout came from behind him.

"Moju!"

Moju knew it was Wen Tang when he heard the son Huayin at the end, and looked at the man not far away who said he was planning to go to Shangluo with a little regret, and looked back at the place where the voice came from.

"here!"

Xu was afraid that Mo Ju would not find him, so Wen Tang waved his hand again and shouted loudly.

Mo Ju shook his head helplessly and chuckled, then lifted his feet and walked towards the corner where he was.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Mo Ju felt that every time he took a step forward, the ghosts beside him would give way to him intentionally or unintentionally, so that he could move unimpeded among the crowd of ghosts.

After a while, he walked out of the place where the ghosts gathered, and stood in front of Wen Tang with a smile, only to see that Wen Tang immediately withdrew his smile and looked serious.

One must know that Wen Tang is usually the most fun-loving and has no right to do anything, but at this moment he suddenly became serious, Mo Ju thought something was wrong, so he stopped laughing and asked, "Is something wrong?"

"Mo Ju'er, you must keep in mind every word I say next." Wen Tang kept a straight face, and there was an inadvertent hint of indisputability in his words.

Mo Ju had never seen Wen Tang's appearance before, so he couldn't help but focus again.

"First, when you enter the gate of hell, you must think about where you are going, otherwise it will be very troublesome if you go to other places."

"Second, this year there is no second Moju to delay the time, you must come back before midnight."

"Third, you are not used to being above the human world at the beginning, and the longer you stay, the weaker your soul power will be, so you must come back as soon as possible."

"..."

What Wen Tang said were all the precautions that he had repeatedly said several times in the past few days. Mo Ju, who thought there was something big, was a little dumbfounded for a while.

But also for his own good.

Listening to the rambling words in his ear, Mo Ju felt for a moment that the chill added by the gathering of all the ghosts had dissipated a lot.

"...Did Mo Juer know?"

Wen Tang finished a series of words without pausing, and finally ended with a question as usual.

Mo Ju nodded slightly, and said gently, "I see, thank you."

When he smiled, another shallow dimple appeared.The eyebrows and eyes are curved, showing sincerity-although in Wen Tang's view, he looks more like a well-behaved and obedient child.

Wen Tang seemed finally relieved, his brows and eyes stretched slightly, and he said with a smile: "I wish you a pleasant trip to the world."

"Thank you." Mo Ju replied with a smile.

Just when he was still about to say something to Wen Tang, a familiar white figure suddenly appeared out of the corner of his eye - it was Liu Yi who was dressed in white.

Liu Yiben was born handsome and cold-tempered, and the golden patterns embroidered on Shengxue's white clothes could bring out his temperament even more.

Mo Ju couldn't take his eyes off immediately.

In previous years, he only went to look for Liu Yi one hour after all the ghosts left. At that time, he had already changed back into black clothes, so this was the first time he saw Liu Yi's outfit.

Mo Ju stared at Liu Yi's moving figure, nudged Wen Tang with his elbow, and said, "Master Guicha looks good in white, why do you only wear black?"

"Ah?" Wen Tang seemed puzzled, "Didn't the ghost guards always wear white clothes? Even if I ran into him by chance, I would see him dressed like this."

Now it was Mo Ju's turn to be puzzled, he turned his head to meet Wen Tang's eyes, blinked for a while, feeling a little confused.

"quiet."

At this moment, Liu Yi, who was standing on a large open space in front of the ghosts, suddenly made a sound.

Although there are only two short words, they are extremely penetrating, piercing through the eardrums of every ghost.

The surrounding sounds seemed to be sucked away at once, and there was no sound in an instant.

Mo Ju was amazed by Liu Yi's deterrent power, and stood obediently, waiting for his instructions quietly.

Then Mo Ju heard Liu Yi briefly say some precautions, finally paused, and added in a cold voice——

"Close the ghost gate on time at Zishi, and those who fail to return will bear the consequences."

While speaking, Mo Ju saw Liu Yi glanced at him again, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally.

Mo Ju was inexplicably a little guilty - he could clearly feel that Master Guicha was not happy, but he couldn't figure out the specific reason.

Before he had time to think about it, a muffled voice suddenly echoed around - a thick stone gate appeared behind Liu Yi, without any decoration on it, only the three characters "Ghost Gate" were engraved neatly on it.

With the appearance of the ghost gate, its closed stone gate is also constantly opening.

The surrounding ghosts moved in the direction of the gate of hell in an orderly manner, and Mo Ju quickly followed the pace of the crowd.

The width of the ghost gate is enough to allow dozens of people to pass through in parallel, so within a short while, Moju is only a few steps away from it.

"Come back quickly, don't stay."

The four cold words floated into Mo Ju's ears, his steps froze, and he looked back at Liu Yi, who had a pale look in his eyes - his gaze was set in the distance, seemingly lifeless and heartless.

Is it an illusion?

Mo Ju lowered his eyes, concealed the disappointment in his heart, put aside other thoughts, and concentrated on thinking about "Shangluo City" when he was about to step into the gate of hell.

Just after Mo Ju's left foot followed his right foot into the gate of hell, he suddenly felt that the surroundings had turned into chaos, and the feeling of spinning around suddenly hit his brain. Vomiting and diarrhea.

The dizzy discomfort lasted for a while, and when Mo Ju finally felt his body lighten, he was already beside a quiet cabin.

It was still early in the Youshi world, and Mo Ju uncomfortably stretched out his hands in front of his eyes to cover up the slightly glaring light.

The underworld is dark all year round, and this is the first time Mo Ju has seen non-artificial light since he lost his memory.

He got used to it for a while, then lowered his hands, a pair of pure and clean eyes scanned everything around him, and the curiosity in his eyes gradually turned into novelty.

"It turns out that the world is like this." Mo Ju couldn't help murmuring, "No wonder there are often people who stay and refuse to return."

At this time, he was floating next to a wooden house, facing an unfathomable big river, driving an exquisite and beautiful stone bridge on the river, with a row of lush green trees on the banks of the river at both ends of the bridge, A vibrant scene.

Mo Ju looked at everything in front of him, his eyes sparkled, and his heart that was about to move almost couldn't be suppressed - he really wanted to go and play!

Just thinking about his purpose of giving up being alone with Liu Yi this time and coming to the world, he finally decided to leave here decisively - if he didn't turn back twice, his determination is still credible.

It wasn't until about thirty steps away from the cabin that Mo Ju finally regained his wandering mind.

According to his previous inquiries, the scope of Shangluo City still has a certain breadth. It is not easy to find the Mo Mansion where Liu Yi lived in such a large place.

In order to prevent Liu Yi from being aware of anything, Mo Ju purposely did not ask about the specific location of Mo Mansion.

At that time, he naively thought that it would be good to ask those local people when he was in the world.As a result, after he was ignored by people who came and went several times, he realized that he was already a ghost, and ordinary people could not see him.

Taking the last sliver of luck, Mo Ju opened his mouth again and wanted to stop a passerby, but he was ignored as expected.

He hung his head, looking lonely.

Seeing people talking and laughing pass by him, but no one can pay attention to him and stop for him for a moment.Inexplicably, there was a little melancholy in his heart.

The only connection a person has with this world after death may be the memory of his life, but he lost even this connection.

Mo Ju, who had lost his memory for more than five years, came up with the idea of ​​finding the past for the first time.