every soul loves you

Position, eyes open, thinking.

After meeting the ghost, his life has become extremely beautiful. He has become accustomed to the care and yelling of the ghost, to having a glass of wine with him in his spare time, to his hug and the burning temperature of his body.

But he forgot that the fate of man is arranged by God, and the fate of ghosts and hell messengers is also arranged by God.

All the things that happened after the encounter with the ghost flooded into the mind.

Why did Li Hyuk cry when he saw Jin Yan?

Why did he meet sunny and see her memory?

Why does my chest hurt when I hear about ghosts?What about tonight?

Is he just acting as a connecting point between Kim and Sunny?Is it because of this that he encountered ghosts?

The messenger couldn't figure it out, and the more he thought about it, the more confused he became.

What he knows is that non-human beings such as ghosts and ghosts can best understand God's will, because they are the closest to divine power.

But he is the most incapable of making a vow to God.

Bearing a felony, the result can only be.

If you ask for it, you can't.

At this time, the door was opened.

The ghost didn't turn on the light, but asked softly, "Are you asleep?"

"No." The messenger pulled down the quilt a little.

"Can I sleep here tonight? I miss you."

Hearing the ghost's soft and flattering tone, the envoy could not refuse his request.

He hummed.

The messenger moved the nest and made a place for the ghost.

The ghost lay down beside him with a pillow in his arms, and leaned against the messenger.

"After that incident, I dreamed often."

That event, like that person, is a taboo for ghosts and is synonymous with his being killed.

The messenger remembered that the ghost once had a fever and murmured in his sleep, "Don't, don't kill..."

"Are you tired?" the messenger asked.

"*Don't worry, I won't cry." The ghost raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.

The ghost's hand pinched the messenger's hand, rubbing its thumb lightly, as if confirming the messenger's existence, seeking a kind of comfort.

"You won't leave me, will you?" said the ghost.

"Will not."

"Only you can't." The ghost's tone was melancholy.

The messenger couldn't help but caressed the ghost's cheek. "No, I won't leave you." He repeated.

The ghost broke his promise, and his tears soaked into the pillow.

☆, 25

The wind on the flyover was a little deserted.

It’s already the end of December, and it’s the New Year soon, and it’s time for people to reunite again.

And the ghost of Jin Shan, who came to find the reincarnation with a glimmer of hope, stood disheartened on the bridge at the moment.

The crowd passed by in a hurry, but it was hard to hide that he was alone.

The old woman whom the messenger spoke of is no longer here.

at the same time.

Sanshen Psychological Clinic.

"Park Lihuanxi, long time no see."

"It's been a long time."

"How are you doing recently?"

The messenger smiled, "It's okay."

Sanshen noticed that the smile was reassuring. The messenger had never smiled at her like this before. From her observation, Park Lihuan was an insecure person. He was not rude or stern, but his previous smile was always It is cautious, fleeting, like light smoke floating, hard to find.

Just like him.

He is wary of the whole world, and seems to be ready to bear fear at any time, even though he has emphasized to himself how calm he is with the appearance of the second personality, even though his eyes are covered with a layer of frost.

"It seems that you have met a good man." Doctor Sanshen said with a smile.

"Hmm..." the messenger affirmed.

"So, why did you come to me this time...?"

"Last time you told me..." the messenger said what the three gods had said to him at that time.

—Did it ever occur to you that maybe you knew him before.

"Yes, after all, your other personality has an unusual reaction after seeing him, and you have no memory, then this person is likely to be someone you knew before you lost your memory."

Seeing the envoy's complexion becoming tense, Sanshen's pupils dilated slightly.

The patient narrated, "I remember you told me that the split personality was caused by a strong stimulus in the past. Although I have no memory of the past, I can be sure that I am a person who committed a felony. Then you think the reason for my split personality will be what."

"Ah, this...maybe...guilt." When Sanshen said the last two words, he changed from the relaxed before, his face was serious, and he was determined.

When the envoy heard these two words, his face was suddenly filled with shock. His eyes widened in bewilderment, his mouth opened, but no sound came out.

Sanshen seemed to feel that he was going too far, and then smiled and said, "I'm just guessing."

The messenger whispered, "Well, I know. Thank you."

The patient got up to say goodbye and left, bowing before leaving without losing courtesy.

Sanshen felt that he had escaped.

He asked her the question, and the answer was actually very clear to Park Lihuan. The reason for the patient's split personality was something she, a psychologist, had told her a long time ago.

It's just that he dare not admit it at the moment.

Before that, he was alone, so any kind of punishment was fine.

just now……

Sanshen turned on the music, and a Cantonese singer's song came from it, and she hummed along.

"It turns out that a random mistake can ruin a person's life."

Wang Li, the reason for your split personality.

I feel ashamed.

The Messenger's heart flustered terribly.

In fact, what's the matter, isn't it just seeing the past life of Jin Yu's younger sister? Why do you have such an annoying idea, and you have to connect yourself with him.

Impossible, absolutely impossible, he was just thinking wildly.

Wang Li wanted to stop his thoughts, but Jin Yu's words "peony is my sister's favorite flower" suddenly rushed into his mind.

Li Hyuk will reply him, telling him that he just happens to like tattoos, and he chose a pattern of peony at random.

The messenger walked on the side of the road full of thoughts, passing through trash cans, billboards, steps and so on.

"Ghost panties are strong, durable and strong..."

The messenger was startled, stopped in his tracks, and wondered for a long time what the sound was, oh, it was his cell phone.

So he began to feel the sides of his pockets with both hands, looking for his phone.

This is Ghost's exclusive ringtone, which he downloaded after he learned how to change the ringtone.

"Ambassador."

"Oh."

"The old lady is gone."

"Yeah." The envoy found that he was too perfunctory, so he added, "I also met by chance that day. She may have a good business and sold out."

The ghost chuckled at the other end, "In this case, I really only have you."

The ghost's casual words sounded like a love story, and the messenger said shyly, "What, isn't there still Dehua?"

"Dehua will marry, ah no, he will marry a wife."

Listening to the ghost's words, the envoy relaxed a little, and laughed on the phone.

"Where are you."

"I'm..." The messenger looked around, what the hell, where is this?

I was in a daze while walking, not knowing where I was going.

"What buildings are around?"

The messenger's eyes located a shop.

"xx fruit shop."

"Okay, stay there."

"Oh."

The messenger knew that he was about to use any door to pass through again, so he turned around and looked around.

"Emissary!"

The messenger turned his head towards where the voice came from.

The ghost came out of the fruit shop...

Still holding the phone in his hand, he put it to his ear and waved at him.

The fruit shop owner who was beating flies looked at ghosts,? ? ?He didn't remember that someone had just entered his shop.

The messenger looked at the ghost, suddenly lowered his eyes and smiled lowly, then raised his head and walked towards him.

The ghost is wearing a camel coat with a dark turtleneck sweater inside, which looks warm.

But what was even warmer was that the ghost opened its arms towards the messenger, as if there was no one else around.

The messenger didn't wear a hat, so he couldn't hide himself, but he still walked towards the ghost.

The ghost stood there quietly, looking at the messenger with a smile on his face.

The Messenger's heart leaped for joy.

The ghost has an irresistible force, which makes him want to get close involuntarily, attracting him like gravity.

The messenger didn't jump into the ghost's arms, he just stopped beside the ghost and leaned towards him. The ghost understood and put his arms around his shoulders affectionately.

"where are we going."

"Tea room, I have to work."

"Shouldn't you say something like the end of time, people who have no interest."

"Oh, you like people who have no taste."

"Tsk, you look very proud, you are liked by ghosts, so be proud."

"Each each other."

……

They walked on the road, and their model-like backs were pleasing to the eye.

And, from time to time, hook your hands.

The sun is so bright.

There are people in the tea room.

When the ghost and the messenger walked to the tea room, chatting, laughing and playing, they found the little junior here.

"Senior...Master Ghost." The younger generation greeted.

"Is there something wrong?" The messenger put away his smile and started working when he saw the younger generation.

"some."

The messenger glared at the ghost, then turned his head towards the tea room, signaling him to go out.

The ghost sighed, "I'm not an outsider."

"Be conscious, quick."

The ghost cut a sound, but still walked out of the tea room, he stood outside, watching the scene inside.

"Senior, ghosts are really kind to you."

"It's okay." The messenger made tea.

"He is so gentle to you alone. This unique feeling is really enviable."

The messenger was helpless, did the younger generation come to discuss work or gossip.

In fact, the ghost was not so gentle to him. They still bickered and quarreled like before, and it was not an ordinary quarrel, but the kind of throwing things. I don’t know how many plates at home were changed.There is also the matter of doing housework, which makes the envoy even more angry.

Ghosts don't do any housework at home, no matter how many times the messenger said, he just doesn't do it.

Just cleaning is okay, and it can be solved with some magical power, but the laundry is not good. In the past, Chairman Liu came to pick up the clothes and take them to the dry cleaner. After the messenger moved in, he thought that Chairman Liu was too old. It was not easy, so I took the job of washing clothes on myself.

"Well, the laundry done by Ah Shi really smells good." The ghost smelled it on the balcony.

"Soap smell, what's the smell, you should learn to wash clothes by yourself!"

"Isn't it because you're here, or else, I'll pay you wages."

The ghost approached the messenger's ear, but was pushed away by the messenger.

But to say that he is not gentle...

For the first time in 300 years, the messenger had a place to go back to.

If he is not gentle, how can he be so nostalgic.

The messenger finally hid his thoughts, and said lightly, "What's so good, there's a sword stuck in his chest, it's scary to look at."

The younger generation wondered, "Sword? What kind of sword?"

"Ok?"

The messenger looked outside, and the blue flame was still jumping on the ghost's chest.

"The sword on the ghost's chest...you...can't you see it." The messenger stumbled a little when he said this.

"Senior, are you kidding? How could we see the cause of the ghost's death? He is almost equal to the existence of God."

boom--

The sound of flash floods.

"But...I..."

I can see it.

The messenger glanced at the ghost again. There really was a sharp sword running through his body!

With these two eyes, the ghost was curious. The ghost pointed at the messenger and drew a question mark in the air with his finger.

The messenger stared blankly at the ghost.

I can see, always have seen.

From the time I first met him.

said the ghost.

——The bride of the ghost can see my sword, so you were so anxious when you saw me that day.

Is it...

Am I the one who draws the sword?

"Senior, senior?"

"Oh." The messenger came back to his senses and changed the subject, "What's the matter this time?"

"By the way, senior, the leader of the Evil Ghost Gang has been found out by the superiors."

"Really." The messenger held the teacup and answered a little casually.

"His name is Park Zhongyuan. Judging from the time of existence, he is a person in the same historical period as ghosts."

The messenger suddenly raised his head, and between him and the younger generation, there was a thin layer of white mist generated by the hot tea.

White mist drifted from the messenger's eyes, making the younger generation feel that the messenger's eyes seemed to have become moist.

☆, Park Zhongyuan

The ghost was copying the pockets, standing on tiptoe with both feet on the ground, putting it down, standing on tiptoe, and putting it down again.

He looked at the envoy, looked away and smiled, looked at the envoy again, and couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth.

He tried his best to restrain the idea of ​​wanting the dead branches to bloom.

Just let his heart be happy.

Ah, the messenger has come out.

"Emissary Jin and I are going to the headquarters," the envoy said.

"Why did you go to the headquarters suddenly?"

"You care so much, didn't you send someone to notify you?"

The ghost rubbed its chin and leaned towards the messenger, "It can't be... you are the only one of you hell messengers who has a mobile phone."

The envoy's expression was a little stiff, "Yes, because they don't have any long-winded guys to contact."

The ghost got the meaning of showing affection, so he said with satisfaction, "Okay, okay, go and come back quickly, find a building with a name, and I will pick you up."

"understood."

The envoy greeted the younger generation with his hand to set off.

"Don't you need to change your clothes?" the ghost asked.

The messenger seemed to be in a hurry, and hurriedly replied, "No need this time."

"Oh, see you later."

"Goodbye."

The ghost wanted to use invisibility to keep up, but a phone call from Dehua dispelled his idea.

"Uncle, I'm at your house. There's a girl looking for you. She said her name is Chi..."

The ghost heard a hearty female voice answer, "Chi Enzhuo."

"Yes, Chi Enzhuo, uncle, she knows your identity, so I let her in, do you want to come back?"

Chi Enzhuo...

Very familiar name.

Ah, I remembered that when I brought the messenger home, the messenger once said this name was the girl he saved 19 years ago, and the messenger complained that he had created an "omitted person".

"Okay, I'll go back." The ghost said looking at the messenger who teleported away.

The emissary did not go to headquarters.

He lied to the ghost.

Lying is too difficult for the messenger, and it is even more difficult for the ghost to understand oneself, so it must be solved quickly, and the cooperation of the younger generation is also needed.

"Senior, where are you really going?"

"library."

"Going to borrow a book?"

"No, go and check Park Zhongyuan's historical records."

The younger generation suddenly realized, "Know yourself and know the enemy, and you will never be imperiled in a hundred battles. Senior, this is a very good idea of ​​yours."

"Fortunately."

"But senior, I can't accompany you. I still have an undead who needs to be extradited this morning."

"Okay, go get busy."

"Senior, I'll treat you to coffee another day."

"Thank you." The messenger smiled.

The younger generation parted ways with the messenger. Looking at the messenger, he thought that the senior must also like ghosts very much. The messenger who loves money more than him spent all his savings for 300 years before renting the house of ghosts.

Now he is a complete pauper.

Would you do this if you were yourself?The younger generation will not be able to think of an answer for a while.

library.

The messenger sat quietly in a corner, flipping through a history book.

900 years ago--

King Goryeo died of illness, and passed the throne to his younger brother Wang Li, who was old enough to be his son, and entrusted Wang Li to Park Chung-won, a doctor of the Imperial College, and Kim Dang, a general.

Not long after the new king came to the throne, he married Jin Shan, the younger sister of Jin Yu.

Although Wang Li was young, at the beginning of his accession to the throne, he made great efforts to govern and accepted good words. The Goryeo Dynasty once had a clear political scene and a scene of peace and prosperity for the country and the people.

At first, Wang Li was impartial to Pu Zhongyuan and Jin Yu, and he was able to balance the relationship between civil and military generals, but after a year of ascension, Wang gradually began to alienate Jin Yu and sent him to the frontier to garrison, but he relied more and more on Pu Zhongyuan. .

Because of his estrangement from Jin Yu, Wang Li also neglected the princess a lot, to the point where he didn't meet each other, Jin Shan guarded the empty pavilion alone, and washed his face with tears.

And the gold bull in the frontier is invincible, and the frontier defense is impenetrable under his protection.

At this time, there were two voices in the dynasty. One was to support Jin Yu, saying that such a hero should be transferred back to increase his official status, while the other was the opposition represented by Park Zhongyuan. In their mouths, they have changed from heroes to rebels.

Park Zhongyuan kept whispering in the ears of the young Wang, and Wang was slowly corrupted by Park Zhongyuan's poisonous words. One after another imperial decree suppressed Jin Yu to prevent him from coming back, and he believed in Park Zhongyuan's words.

Jin Yu once came back against the decree, and Miansheng asked him to open his eyes to see Park Zhongyuan's character, but what he got was Wang's further suspicion.

The hearts of the two run counter to each other, and they are getting farther and farther apart.

Finally, that day has come...

In the name of congratulating the king on the great victory, Jin Yu returned to the capital. He made up his mind to go to his king. He knelt down to persuade him. Guard this land, but the king is everyone's backing, so keep your eyes open and don't trust Park Chung-won.

He came back, and he knelt down, but he didn't say what he wanted to say.

He finally died in the hands of the king he had fought for all his life.

His sister was lying beside him, just to let him approach that disappointing Wang Li.

Historians often use short and concise words, but they still make the messenger feel the thrill of that period of history!

At the end of the reading, I wept every word.

Princess Jin Shan was shot to death by random arrows.

Jin Ling, who made illustrious military exploits for King Goryeo, was punished in the palace for the crime of treason. Afterwards, the whole family was copied and beheaded, men, women, old and young, and no one was left alive!

When the messenger read to the end, the heartache that was no longer unfamiliar hit him again, and he bent over.

He quickly turned the book to the next page, and then his eyes widened to the extreme, and a dark green jade ring on the picture caught his eye!

The messenger's head felt like an expanding balloon that was about to burst due to the pressure of the air.

He stared at the picture fixedly, and a tear suddenly fell on the page with a bang, which even surprised him.

He hurriedly reached out to wipe away the tear. Fortunately, it was a thick coloring book, and the paper would not leave any traces after it dries, but this was not what the messenger was worried about. What caught him off guard was that it was not his tears.

Like the time when the ghost handed him the clothes, as when he saw the ring for the first time, he cried, but the tears were not his own.

Then there is only one explanation, which is the explanation he has always believed in. Li He in his body is crying!

But Li Hyuk drew an "X" on the notebook!

The Messenger's head was in a tearing pain. The pain not only split his head, but also tore his soul.

He beat his head with all his strength, trying to drive away the other personality that was about to burst out of his body.

The person at the next table looked at him with a scared look, then got up and moved to another table far away.

Inconveniencing others.

The messenger stood up in a hurry and walked quickly to the library desk. The books he had read had to be returned to their original places, but he couldn't do it right now. Enduring his headache, he said to the staff, "Book, I'm sorry." out.

Before the staff could react to what was going on, they saw a man frowning tightly, grabbing his hair and running away.

Wait a minute, it's that handsome man just now. When the man came in, she asked her companions to come and see him because it was too dazzling.

The man's face is delicate and exquisite, even more beautiful than a celebrity, especially the eyes and red lips. The deep eye sockets have an exotic style, but the sharp lip line outlines a strong red color, which can catch people's eyes at a glance.

Moreover, according to the judgment of countless girls, this is pure makeup.

The staff feel that the whole library shines because of him.At this moment, although it passed by in a flash, the staff found his pain, and it could even be said that he was embarrassed.

The messenger avoided people's sight, teleported a few times, and then ran out of the library.

He wanted to pass out right now if he could.

But no, the ghost is not here, no one cares about him.

The messenger sat on the steps of the library, leaning on the handrail, closed his eyes, and waited for the pain to pass slowly.

"Li'er." Someone's voice lingered in his ears.

The man's voice... was like the noise of a broken loom.

No, it's not a person, it's the breath of an evil spirit!

Wang Li suddenly opened his eyes.

nobody.

Is it his illusion?

"Li'er..."

Wang Li turned around.

No, it's not an illusion, the evil spirits did appear in front of him!His white hair was messy, half disheveled, and he had a scorched face!

His body is emaciated, his dry hand is stretching towards him...

Out of professionalism, Wang Li stood up immediately without thinking.

Wait, was he calling himself just now?It's called... Li'er? !

"Li'er..."

The evil ghost yelled three times, as if the devil's voice passed through the messenger's ears. The messenger's headache had been relieved a lot just now, but now it has doubled!

"My Li'er has become even more handsome."

Without a hat, even yelling became a delusion, and the name Li'er made the envoy have a bad feeling!

"Park Zhongyuan..."

"Haha, I have lost my memory but I haven't forgotten me. I have missed me for more than 300 years." The face of the evil ghost was scary, but after saying this, it became even more hideous!

"I……"

Am I Wang Li? !

The messenger's head seemed to be pierced by thousands of needles at the same time, as if the skull was going to be lifted.

His eyes suddenly lost focus.

"Park Zhongyuan, you finally appeared!" The envoy's eyes were burning with anger.

"I..." The messenger's eyes were dull and confused.

"Ning Chen, you killed Zhongliang, confused the government, killed Shan'er, poisoned Li'er, and caused troubles in the world after death, let me..." The envoy fiercely accused Pu Zhongyuan of his crimes one by one.

"I am Wang Li..." The messenger's eyes were filled with tears.

Park Zhongyuan looked at the envoy as if watching a play, and said with a sly smile, "Li'er, is your madness still not cured? It's okay, just kill Jin Yu...follow me..."

The envoy was even more angry, his eyes became fierce and terrifying, he raised his hand and slashed at Park Zhongyuan's arm, "Get out!"

Park Zhongyuan's arm was broken into two parts, but they merged into one in a moment, and a complete arm was reborn!

"Oh, it's you," Park Zhongyuan sneered twice, "Shouldn't you kill Wang Li?"

☆, 27

outside the library.

"Ouba, what do you think is wrong with that man? He seems to be drunk and playing crazy."

"It's really like this. Why do you drink before lunch time? Maybe you have a brain problem."

"Oh, look, he fell down the stairs!"

"Wow, you need to call the police in such a situation."

The messenger's balance has always been extremely poor, not to mention, he lost consciousness for a few seconds.

A heavy fall is inevitable.

Fortunately, the steps he was sitting on were not too high, so it didn't hurt too much.

Compared to the pain of being pierced through the heart, this feels like scratching an itch.

The messenger lay on the ground and slowly opened his eyes. The sun was still bright. Yes, it was because he held hands with the ghost today.

He raised his left hand to shade the sun, and he said to himself, Look, this is the hand.

The messenger is completely immersed in his own world, isolating all sights, sounds and figures.

If weeping in front of everyone could deny what the evil spirit said, then no matter how much he wanted to save face, the emissary would definitely do so without hesitation.

In fact, his tears had already burst, and the tears crawled all over his face at a speed that he couldn't detect.

"Sir, are you okay, do you want to call an ambulance?" The person who came to inquire was two meters away from the messenger, and seemed frightened by his appearance.

"Can you get up?" someone asked again.

If the messenger had fallen down the stairs half an hour ago, he would have grabbed everyone at the scene and wiped out their memories.

Why is his ability not so great, why can't he tell the ghost to look into my eyes, and then pretend that nothing happened and doesn't exist.

The messenger stood up tremblingly.

He passed two or three people and walked along the side of the road, his feet were weak and he couldn't walk in a straight line.

The people behind were talking about it.

"Still very young."

"It looks good too."

"Tsk tsk, it's a pity to have madness at such a young age."

Chi Enzhuo came to the ghost's house to return the umbrella.

After the exam, she struggled for a long time before she dared to find the ghost's home according to the female ghost's prompt.

After coming in, I asked Dehua, the only human being here, if the hell messenger was living with ghosts.

The honest and friendly De Hua gave an affirmative answer.

really.

The man who the ghost gave her the umbrella the day he chased was the messenger of hell. When he came to the fried chicken shop, the man he was looking for was also the messenger of hell. Although he was always calm and indifferent, Chi Enzhuo's intuition told her Sure...it's not that simple.

Haha the ghost and the messenger of hell are together hahahaha.

Ah, you can't gossip like that.

Chi Enzhuo almost forgot the fact that the hell messenger would take her away when she got the "severe information".

She patted her chest and repeatedly told herself not to be nervous, she had decided to face it head-on and go forward.

The familiar De Hua greeted her, "Sister, are you playing a game?"

"yeah?"

When the ghost came back, what he saw was the scene of Dehua playing games with his sister.

"Liu Dehua!"

"Oh, uncle." Dehua, who didn't hear the door knock, was used to the way of ghosts returning home, looked up, and continued to play with his head down again.

"Eun Zhuo, this is my uncle, the ghost."

The ghost stared, "Did you just say my identity so casually!"

"Well, what's the matter? Who doesn't know the people in this house?"

The ghost took a deep breath, and still cursed weakly, "You brat."

But Enzhuo and Dehua's reactions were completely different. When she heard the sound of "Liu Dehua", she threw away her mobile phone as if throwing away the phone, stood up, raised her head, raised her chest, put her hands between the seams of her trousers, Seeing the appearance of the elder, he bowed deeply to the ghost, "Master Ghost, hello."

"Hello." The ghost nodded.

The messenger didn't go home for lunch, so he sent a message to the ghost, "Busy, I won't go back at noon."

The ghost called back, "Are you still at the headquarters?"

"Ah."

"What time will you be back?"

"do not know."

"Tell you something, do you remember Chi Enzhuo, she came to see me today, I think..."

"I'm really busy, so I don't have time to talk about this."

"Oh..." The ghost was frozen by the indifference in the messenger's tone.

"Bye."

"Oh, okay." Probably too busy indeed, the ghost thought.

"Beep beep beep beep..."

So the afternoon passed.

During this period, the ghost called again, but the emissary refused to answer, but the ghost called again, and the emissary turned off the phone.

Today's work went smoothly, even though he was distracted and forgot to say words of comfort when making tea, it was finished anyway.

But the mood of the messenger was like a sky covered with dark clouds, and there was no sunshine in sight.

His sun was covered by himself.

On the overpass, Sunny left him the clue of the fried chicken shop. He couldn’t ask Jin Yu, and he couldn’t wait to ask Li Hyuk where Sunny’s fried chicken shop was, so he used the map to search for all the fried chicken shops in the city. , Then I searched one by one, and after searching for a whole afternoon, I found Sunny's store.

It can also be said that it is Kim Sun's fried chicken restaurant.

Now, he is wearing a top hat and standing in front of the store.

Sunny is wiping the table.

Her blond hair fell loose, and she pinned it behind her ears lightly with her index fingers.

Is it this beautiful woman who became his princess?

Is it this catkin-like hand, wearing the cherry blossom ring he gave you?

The messenger is still like a dream, ignorant and vague.

The more wrong you do, the heavier the punishment, there is nothing wrong with it.

The messenger pressed the brim of his hat to cover the teardrops that no one saw.

"Li'er."

Park Zhongyuan? !

The messenger quickly turned around to look for it.

"Li'er is still so timid, it seems that apart from becoming handsome, nothing else has changed."

"What do you want to do?"

"You have been in hell for 600 years, and you have been in another place for 300 years when you come out. It is not easy for you to meet."

"What do you want!" the messenger yelled at Park Zhongyuan.

"It's very simple, kill Jin Ling, kill him like 900 years ago, only you can kill him!" When Park Zhongyuan said this, his face was greener than before, and he looked gloomy at night.

The envoy worked hard to overcome his fear and not let himself retreat. He heard the mystery in Park Zhongyuan's words, and murmured, "Only me...what do you mean?"

Park Zhongyuan laughed and said, "It seems that you don't know yet, after all, you are the messenger of hell for 300 years... Both you and I can see the sword on the ghost's chest, but only you can lick it! Because you wore it for him with your own hands. Put on the shackles..."

The envoy's heart shook violently as if it were on an iron plate, and he involuntarily took two steps back.

"If you don't kill him, he will kill you. He was the one who bribed the people to rebel, but sent you and me to hell!" Park Zhongyuan suddenly raised his voice, and beat the messenger's tympanic membrane word by word!

Gusts of wind blew past, sending chills down the emissary's spine, making his hair stand on end!

He dared to bring up the past and talk about it!

If it wasn't for his own mistakes, how could he become the messenger of hell!

"Don't think about it, I won't listen to you!" The messenger shook his head, closed his eyes, and blocked his ears.

But it didn't work at all. Park Zhongyuan's words still got into his ears and rushed to his brain, like a terrible man-eating insect, chewing non-stop, trying to eat up the messenger's body!

"Do you think that Jin Ling will protect you? Don't forget, you killed him and his sister with your own hands!"

Gold——

When the envoy heard these two words, his chest suddenly hurt so badly that he couldn't breathe.

"Li'er... If you don't get rid of Jin Yu, then Jin Shan... I will take it away, hmph."

The emissary was terrified when he heard this, but he could only watch Park Zhongyuan fly away, helpless!

The messenger looked at Sunny in the glass window, pain appeared in his eyes.

How much he wanted to tell Jin Yu, as a lover and partner, proudly said, "Ghost, I found your sister."

You see, I am also very powerful. I am not useless, and I can do something for you.

Kim will definitely hug him and kiss him.

He would smile and push away.

But good fortune tricks people.

However, in Jin Ling's memory, he was the worst part.

The ghost is running around the house in a hurry.

It's already six o'clock, that person not only didn't answer the phone, but also turned off the phone!

No, he is going to the teahouse to have a look.

"You are so beautiful~~~~~~~You are so beautiful~~~~~~"

The ghost's eyes lit up, he quickly grabbed the phone and pressed the answer button.

"Where are you?" the ghost asked pretending to be unhappy.

"I have a question for you."

"Huh? What's the problem?"

"Can only your bride see your sword?"

"Ah, you still remember about the bride, it was a joke of God."

"answer me."

"Isn't there still you, you hell messengers."

The messenger's heart became cold. He thought that all the hell messengers could see the sword, but the younger generation told him that the hell messengers couldn't see the cause of death of ghosts.

"Why do you ask this? Actually, there is another person...I didn't tell you before. It's just... that person. Of course he can see the good deeds he did." , still complaining about "that person".

that person!

The messenger let go of his hand, and the phone fell to the ground.

"pat-"

Sunny, who was talking on the phone, heard the sound, raised her head, and looked this way.

The author has something to say: Because of the words of the ghost, the messenger of hell is completely sure that he is Wang Li.

When he met Park Joong-won at the fried chicken shop, Lee Hyuk never came out again.

☆, love

In winter, it gets dark early, and the orange afterglow in the west gradually fades, making it look a lot colder visually.

Sunny finished wiping the table, and planned to welcome guests after talking on the phone with her best friend.

She laughed several times while talking on the phone, her eyes were bent into crescent moons, and she covered her mouth with her hands from time to time, but the melodious laughter like wind chimes still flowed out from between her fingers, which made people feel happy.

she was sitting on a chair