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Ma's army marched to Yecheng, the night was dark, and the spies ahead reported that Zhao Yuan's army camped outside Yecheng.

Looking at the direction of the city gate of Yecheng, Ma Weishan ordered the army to station in the dense forest outside Yecheng, so as not to startle the snake.

Zhao Yuan waited for a while, the tent door was opened by a slender and pale hand, and a red figure walked in, Zhao Yuan squinted from the bottom to the top, his eyes moved to the feet of the beauty, and was caught I was so scared that I almost peed my pants.

Beauty, without feet, is floating.

Zhao Yuan was horrified, he suddenly raised his head to look at the beauty's face, and took a breath.

Jin Liang laughed coquettishly, floated to Zhao Yuan's side, and said in a charming voice: "What's the matter, my lord, don't you recognize my slave?"

"You...you're dead?" Zhao Yuan panted heavily, although he was terrified, but slowly calmed down, he backed up again and again, swallowed, suddenly thought of something, squinted his eyes, and said: "Yes, it's time. You have a special horoscope, you have a bad life, and you are most likely to become a ghost after death."

"Unexpectedly, my lord is not going to cover it up now," Jin Liang sneered, and said, "Forget it, anyway, I'm here to kill you today."

Zhao Yuan was shocked in his heart, but his face became more and more calm. After all, he was the big minister next to the little emperor, and he still had some ability to be fearless in the face of danger. He said slowly: "A mere ghost, you want to kill me too?" Zhao Yuan smiled. Said: "I am not satisfied with you even now. Why do you think I rescued you from Changyage? Your horoscope is extremely negative. You were born with a fate of restraining your parents and siblings. With such a fate, if one dies in vain, the grievances will not dissipate, and it is very easy to become a ghost. Ma Weishan is born with a body of seven kills, and it is difficult for ordinary people to control him. Go on, I don't know when the emperor's dragon spirit will be suppressed by his Ma Weishan's murderous spirit, God will let me meet someone with your fate, send you to Ma Weishan, and then I will light the fire at the right time, Ma Weishan is the most beautiful person in this life If you hate others for betraying him, plus the lives of the Ma family, he will definitely torture you to death. When you die, the resentment will be overwhelming, which will just break through his murderous aura. What about his body of seven kills? I have the emperor The jade seal bestowed by you is next to you, the treasure of the heavenly family, full of dragon energy, you two will lose both in the fight, and when the time comes, I will fight with a snipe and a clam for the fisherman's gain."

Jin Liang didn't interrupt Zhao Yuan, instead, he sat at the table, resting his cheeks with one hand, and listened quietly to Zhao Yuan's words with one hand. His eyes lightly fell on Zhao Yuan's ugly, sharp-mouthed, monkey-cheeked face, and his red lips parted slightly: "I said, why are you not afraid of me? So you came prepared," Jin Liang covered his mouth and snickered, saying: " Look at Mr. Zhao's preparations, he has been preparing for a long time, maybe he has an expert to guide him?"

"Haha," Zhao Yuan said with a smile, relying on his own strength and the fact that the ghost in front of him still looked like a human being, which was different from the scary ghosts he had heard. My Majesty and I planned this on the day when Ma Weishan was the body of the Seven Killers. If you want to blame it, blame Jinliang for his bad luck, and blame Ma Weishan for being a dry person. Speaking of which," Zhao Yuan smiled wretchedly and said "Jinliang should thank me, that woman looks yearning when she sees Ma Weishan's portrait, I think you must fall in love with him, and I've fulfilled your wish."

"That's right," Jin Liang covered his mouth, his brows were full of shyness: "Thank you, my lord, for your fulfillment, no, Jin Liang came here specially to thank you, my lord."

Before Jin Liang finished speaking, his eyes turned red instantly, and the corners of his mouth were split open. When he opened his mouth, he opened his mouth, his fingernails grew instantly, and he flew straight in the direction of Zhao Yuan.

Zhao Yuan was so frightened that he couldn't scream at once, but fortunately he was always paying attention to Jin Liang. When Jin Liang changed, he immediately took out Yuxi and hugged him in front of him to block Jin Liang's attack. Before touching the cyan jade seal, when he suddenly saw the jade seal shining golden light, Jin Liang felt his palm burn and was pushed far away by the golden light.

Seeing that Yuxi was really useful, Zhao Yuan opened his eyes wide and laughed triumphantly: "It's just a ghost, and it dares to act presumptuously in front of Tianjia Yuxi. It has the aura of a real dragon on it! Don't kneel down and beg for mercy! Maybe my lord will return it!" I can spare you from dying."

"Lord Zhao is so majestic," Jin Liang said in red, with black hair and black hair, and gray-white Yin Qi rushed out from under him. In an instant, everything in the tent was frozen, forming a gray-white Yin Qi column, Zhao Yuan was so cold that his teeth were chattering, he could only hug Yuxi tightly and rely on the temperature of the golden light on it to keep him warm.

Zhao Yuan saw that Jin Liang became terrifying in an instant, like a real ghost, with red eyes, red lips, and bloody clothes with ghost claws. hold you..."

"You think," Jin Liang stretched out his hand and sucked Zhao Yuan in front of him. His long nails were embedded in his flesh. Most of it has been eroded: "Why do people become ghosts when they are dead? Huh?"

It is because the great hatred has not been avenged, the resentment is hard to dispel, and the obsession is unrelenting. Even if you experience the eighteen hells one by one, even if you are not reborn in life, even if you are wiped out, you will not hesitate.

The cold Yin Qi crazily drilled into Zhao Yuan's body from Jin Liang's nails. Zhao Yuan felt as cold as if he had been thrown on ice, and his bones seemed to be crushed by thousands of ice ants. Nibbling, he bit his tongue in pain, he scratched his body desperately in pain, and after a while, Jin Liang reached out and picked up a bloody man, of course Jin Liang would not be so cheap to him, Zhao Yuan was still panting Panting, Jin Liang seemed to be in a good mood, and was about to open his mouth to eat the person one by one, when he heard shouts of killing outside, and the flames were blazing.

"It's not good! Marshal! Ma Weishan led troops to attack at night!" Hearing this sound, Jin Liang became even more sinister. His whole body was full of resentment, and his red lips seemed to crack behind his ears, showing a cold and smug smile. Holding the half-dead Zhao Yuan in one hand, he flew out of the tent. Wherever Jin Liang passed, the living people turned into bones and blood, looking like a grave of thousands of people.

Ma Weishan arrived with his troops, and what the spies reported was quiet in Yecheng, with flames everywhere, but no one could be seen, no sound could be heard, but from a long distance, he could smell the smell of blood soaring into the sky.

Rao has fought for many years and killed countless people, Hu Yihu Er felt ominous in his heart when he saw this.

"General, something is wrong ahead." Hu Yi frowned stubbornly: "Should we retreat first and wait and see what happens?"

Ma Weishan raised his head, looked at the blood-red figure slowly appearing on the city wall, and slightly parted his thin lips: "Don't retreat."

"Brother, look at the city wall!" Hu Er also saw the figure on the city wall, and shouted: "Then...is it still a human?!"

With a bang, the shadow threw a black, blood-smelling thing from a distance, and threw it in front of Ma Weishan's horse, which made the horse neigh in shock.

Looking closely, it was a man whose limbs had been torn off. The man was covered in blood, leaving only a round body, but he was not dead, as if he was afraid that they would not see who was thrown over. His face was very clean, his eyes were open, and the blood froth kept coming out of his mouth, making a faint noise.

That man was Zhao Yuan. Zhao Yuan was in too much pain, but he couldn't say anything. Jinliang didn't know what method he used to keep him from dying. He was thrown in front of Ma Weishan. He was terrified at first, but suddenly thought of What, he raised his head vigorously, stared at Ma Weishan, and the noise in his mouth became louder.

Ma Weishan knew what Zhao Yuan meant.

Zhao Yuan asked Ma Weishan to kill him. It would be better to die than to live like this.

Ma Weishan only glanced at him indifferently, then raised his head, fixedly staring at Jin Liang who was sitting on the city wall.

Ma Weishan smiled and shouted loudly: "Thank you Jinliang for the gift, I will give you a gift in return." After speaking, Ma Weishan ordered Hu Yi to drag the four bandits to the front of the formation.

Jin Liang lowered his eyes and smiled slightly, his whole body was full of ghostly aura, as if he was going to drown the city of Ye: "Ma Weishan, do you really think that I can't touch you?"

Ma Weishan didn't say anything, just looked at him quietly.

"If a hundred people's lives are not enough, use ten thousand people; if ten thousand people's lives are not enough, use tens of thousands of people." Jin Liang laughed wildly: "If a battalion's lives are not enough, use an army's life; if an army's life is not enough, use a city." Life, I don't believe it, can't break your body born with seven kills."

"Okay," Ma Weishan said in a low voice, "I'll do whatever you want." After he finished speaking, he rode forward, untied the long knife at his waist, and threw it on the ground at will, ignoring the obstruction of the soldiers behind him.

Ma Weishan was in front of the formation, dressed in black armor, with a red cloak fluttering in the wind, and the long knife on the ground reflected the fire. His eyes were deep and deep, his expression was calm, and he seemed to die generously.

Jin Liang was really disgusting, he suddenly felt human, really disgusting.

"Hehe," Jin Liang flew down from the city wall, and Ma Weishan's army was frozen by the monstrous ghostly aura. In an instant, hundreds of thousands of troops stood in place unable to move with fear in their eyes.

"General Ma, you know that death is too easy," Jin Liang put his hands on Ma Weishan's shoulders and whispered in his ear, "What I want is that your life would be better than death." Ma Weishan's army whizzed away, and then thousands of ghost howls resounded through the sky, and the huge army, together with the four bandits, turned into piles of bones and blood.

Jin Liang came back again, this time he was sitting behind Ma Weishan, his hands slowly hugged his neck, his chin rested on his shoulder, and whispered like the closest lover: "Look, your most proud Ma Jiajun, It's all bones, what should I do, general."

Ma Weishan looked at him sideways, there was no trace of anger on his face, he looked calm, but there was some affection in his eyes, Ma Weishan said, "As long as you are happy," Ma Weishan paused, and said, "Jinliang, I remember Yes, we met when we were young, right?"

Jin Liang's expression changed, becoming ferocious, the nails on his hands grew rapidly, and he was about to fly backwards, but Ma Weishan hugged him in front of him with his backhand, imprisoning him gently and forcefully, Jin Liang I tried my best but found that I couldn't break free. I killed so many people and became such a powerful ghost, but I still couldn't do anything to Ma Weishan? !Anger and hatred welled up in Jinliang's heart, and his face gradually began to change, and it was about to change into his dead appearance, but Ma Weishan lowered his head and kissed his lips gently.

Jin Liang's changes were stopped in an instant.

Ma Weishan raised his head lightly, they were so close, like the intimacy when Ma Weishan hugged the boy and talked in the tent before.

"Jinliang, I know what I should. This may be the last time we meet. Just listen to me," Ma Weishan said softly. He almost coaxed Jinliang, but lowered his eyelids. Look at the hatred in those red pupils: "The first time I saw you, I thought your eyes were beautiful, maybe I was moved by then, but I was born with a body of seven kills, so I don't know what it means to like you, so I throw you away." On the day of humiliation, I wanted to rush in and hug you thousands of times, but I was cruel to people, and I was the same to myself, so I rode away early, and when I came back, it was too late."

"When I saw you in red, I knew that my warm, big-eyed boy was dead and would never come back. I forced you here with my own hands, and now there is no way out."

"Humans and ghosts are different. Humans can think of love, but ghosts can't. Besides, it's a ghost. I know that after many years, you may remember this hatred and murderous intent, but you may not remember me. But I still want you to remember me all the time." Little bit." Ma Weishan sighed a long time, the first time he saw the red-clothed Jinliang in the tent and knew him as a ghost, he understood that the boy he bought back with a bunch of grapes was still there, but not anymore.

Jin Liang is still Jin Liang, but that Qingjun and lovely Jin Liang, that Jin Liang who would rather not eat or drink than show embarrassment in front of him is gone forever, and this Jin Liang in his arms is still his Jin Liang, but It was Jin Liang who was covered in scars and armored.

Ma Weishan pulled out a blood-red dagger from his bosom. There was a thin groove on the dagger. Without hesitation, Ma Weishan stabbed it hard at his chest. As soon as it was hot, a drop of hot blood was swallowed by him.

"What did you feed me!" Jin Liang struggled violently, and Ma Weishan seemed to lose his strength at the moment. Jin Liang struggled, and the two fell off the horse, but Ma Weishan still hugged Jinliang tightly, comforting in a low voice: " Don't move, don't move, I won't hurt you, Jin Liang, in the end, just trust me."

"Do you think I'm still that fool?" Jin Liang sneered, his long nails flew wildly, piercing into Ma Weishan's arm holding him, blood flowed down the ground, the ground was already soaked in blood It becomes more and more moist.

"Well," Ma Weishan said in a low voice, "You are not, Jinliang is the smartest, and I am the stupid one."

Jin Liang didn't speak, and the coldness in his eyes became more and more glaring.

Ma Weishan didn't dare to look him in the eyes, he smiled wryly, and finally let go of Jin Liang, Jin Liang immediately broke free from his arms, floated aside, looking at him vigilantly.

Ma Weishan lowered his head, sat up cross-legged, picked up the long knife on the side and put it on his knees, flicked it a few times, looked up at Jin Liang, and said in a pleading tone: "Jin Liang, can you dance for me again? "

Jin Liang said nothing, Ma Weishan shook his head, finally understood.

The blood on Ma Weishan's chest was drained, and he kept sitting with his hands open and crossed. Jin Liang was thinking about what kind of tricks this man was playing, and then a ghost like him appeared in front of Jin Liang, but unexpectedly, The ghostly aura on his body crazily circled towards the shadow, Jin Liang was full of panic, but heard a low and gentle voice.

"Jinliang, I'm sorry, I know, I owe you more than a word of sorry. After a hundred years, you won't remember me anymore. Then go to reincarnate. A drop of heart blood condensed by the body of seven kills will protect you forever. Peace, in the next hundred lives, only do what you wish, no one will make you unhappy again, I have done wrong in this life, so I should be punished."

"Jinliang, I just suddenly figured out a few times ago what exactly you are asking for when you come to my side."

"Unfortunately, I understand it too late."

The black mist condensed, and after Ma Weishan became a ghost, he carried all the heinous sins on Jin Liang's body on his back. His brows were handsome and he showed a warm smile.

Jin Liang was in a daze for a moment, he blinked his eyes, he couldn't remember when he had seen him smile like this, and he didn't know how to react for a while.

"Jinliang," Ma Weishan changed, but didn't know what to say, he looked deeply at Jinliang.

Suddenly the world shook, and a huge black vortex suddenly appeared on the ground. Ma Weishan looked down and knew that the time had come.

Underworld Pluto personally dispatched to arrest the ghost who committed the heinous crime.

For a moment, the black iron chain tied Ma Weishan, his limbs and neck were pulled, Jin Liang looked in the direction of Ma Weishan, he had never seen Ma Weishan in such a state of distress, standing there, Jin Liang saw Ma Weishan's lips moved , with a smile on his lips, and then he was dragged down into the black vortex viciously.

Heaven and earth return to peace.

After that, Yecheng became a well-known ghost capital. Hundreds of thousands of troops died here overnight. The world said that the emperor was unkind and offended the world. After that, the princes mutinied and wars broke out for a hundred years.

A few years later, all the ghosts in Yecheng had a little ghost in a red shirt, who was beautiful and charming, but sometimes cute and naive, but this little ghost's memory became worse every year, and he couldn't remember what happened before his death bit by bit. In the end, he only remembered that his name was Jinliang.

A hundred years later, the war was over, and the new emperor settled the world.

The ghosts of Yecheng have become legends, and it is full of people. Now there is a new magistrate in Yecheng, and he rushes home happily. Someone asked why the magistrate is so happy, and the magistrate replied: "My wife gave birth to me. My little son, he looks so cute, I'll go back and have a look."

The eighteen levels of hell in the underworld are imprisoned for the evil ghosts and fierce ghosts who have committed heinous crimes in the world for thousands of years. In order to reincarnate one day.

Even if the sins are washed away, there will be no good birth, either for livestock, or for lowliness, or for a lifetime of poverty, but even so, it is better than being tortured in hell.

Ma Weishan's soul has been cut into pieces every day, sewed up every day, and then cut into pieces again. This has been repeated for more than a hundred years. He never wailed or cried out in pain. If it was really painful, he would close his eyes and frown. , Sometimes he would have a smile on his lips, as if thinking of something beautiful.

Yes, he thought of him playing the knife to the accompaniment, and the boy danced lightly.

That was the best memory in his life. He reviewed it every day and never dared to forget it.