Little son, he insists on catching ghosts with me

"Think about it carefully, Bu Hua. Why not become a demon?! You don't need to rely on King Yama anymore, you can even control life and death yourself! As long as you...are willing to take this step." The heart demon kissed lightly A red line instantly appeared on the back of Buhua's hand and under Buhua's feet, "Reincarnation of life and death. I will no longer restrain you. King Yama...you can't be ignored."

Reincarnation of life and death...

Although Bu Hua's mind is clear, his body is out of his control.The demon let go of his hand, turned around and fell on his shoulder.Bu Hua raised his foot stiffly, step by step, across the red line.

"Very good...very good! Hahahaha, hahahaha!!" Xin Mo let go of Buhua, looked up to the sky and laughed, "Great, great!! Really... It really makes me so happy...Buhua."

The heart demon laughed wildly, and the laughter echoed in Bu Hua's ears.Bu Hua looked at his "self" like a monster, and the skin on his face began to fall off piece by piece, smashing to the ground like pieces of porcelain.Then, Bu Hua saw the face that smiled at him just now.

"Do you still remember me, Bu Hua?" The picture flashed through Bu Hua's mind, but he couldn't remember when he had seen this "person".

Not a demon...

"Buhua——!"

Bu Hua was about to turn around, but the person in front of him slammed his head, "Bu Hua, do you recognize me?" The face in front of him gradually changed.Gradually, the white hair appeared, reaching to the waist, and the empty body turned into solid.The person in front of him, Chongbuhua continued to smile.

Bu Hua clenched his fist and frowned.

uncle...

And just when Bu Hua recognized who the face in front of him was, the back of his neck felt cold, followed by a cramping pain.Bu Hua was shocked and came back to his senses.In front of him was a blazing appearance.

"Bu Hua?" Chi Hua let go of Bu Hua's collar, and waved his hand in front of his eyes.But Buhua lost his strength and sat slumped on the ground.

Bu Hua's lips were frighteningly white, and the cold sweat on his forehead fell like rain.He was gasping for breath, only feeling chest tightness, dizziness, and weakness in his limbs.

What was just now... an illusion?

"Spirit." Granny Meng stepped forward, squatted in front of Bu Hua, and stroked his forehead with her hand, "I felt strange when you rushed out just now. Seeing your reaction now, you may be a kind The illusion of the sprites and monsters."

Monsters......

Then just now—!

Bu Hua suddenly remembered something, he pulled Po Meng's hand away, got up from the ground, and looked in the direction he was chasing just now.It was so clean there, not even a single weed.

Bu Hua breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately... no.

"It's best not to stay for a long time, Huashi. The monster has already entangled you, so naturally I won't let you go easily." Granny Meng grabbed Bu Hua's hand and cut the back of the hand that the monster had kissed just now. The firefly powder on the butterfly wings can temporarily wake you up. But Huashi, you must go back to the Hall of Yama.”

Ming Die landed on Buhua's wound and flapped its wings gently. He felt the back of his hand was hot, and he couldn't feel any pain in the wound.

"Why?"

"Hua Shi, why did you come to the underworld?"

Bu Hua should have opened his mouth to answer, but he couldn't speak as if there was something stuck in his throat.Yes, why did he come to the underworld?

To avenge Master?But that has nothing to do with King Yama.

Seek revenge on Li Qiongsheng?But he is not in the underworld, and the master even excused him in the letter before he died.

Po Meng let go of Bu Hua, looked into his eyes, and asked again: "Hua Shi, why did you come to the underworld?"

for what......?

Bu Hua himself didn't know.

If he was clear about the ghost shop, then all his plans were disrupted by a letter now.

Bu Hua was like a little beast lost in the mist full of thorns, losing the last ray of light.No one told him how to escape, nor where his hope lay.

Everything is covered up.

"Do you know what Wan Lin did after returning to the Yang world?"

"I don't know..."

"Wan Lin was covered in bruises, and found that he had lost his heart. Corpses were strewn all over the field, and poisons of all sizes were dead. Although he was alive, he didn't have the eyes that a living person should have. He was resurrected, but he couldn't feel it. A little bit of joy. And when he saw Qiu Yibai's dead body, he was completely devastated, he didn't even have the strength to kill anyone."

"Later, when his people came to clean up the corpses, they found Wan Lin sitting dumbfounded in the sea of ​​corpses. They were both surprised and happy, and hurriedly informed the elders. It was the first time in hundreds of years that someone like him came back from the dead. So The clan once again put Wan Lin on the altar. It's ridiculous, Hua Shi. The Snake Clan...is completely superstitious about the so-called 'God'."

"......yes."

"But Wan Lin was tired, so he took the cold jade dagger from Qiu Yibai's body, cut it with his own flesh and blood, and killed most of the people in the clan. Then he took Qiu Yibai's body and left without looking back. Yes. In fact, Hua Shi, you are somewhat similar to him..."

Bu Hua smiled and nodded slightly.

"Wan Lin carried Qiu Yibai's corpse on his back, and broke into the underworld during the July Half Ghost Festival. He was not as impulsive as you, and he would kill people when he saw him. He came to the Wangchuan River, and killed Qiu Yibai. Putting it aside, he was about to jump in when he lifted his foot. If I hadn't stopped him, I'm afraid he would have filled his throat with river water."

"Wan Lin... is he actually looking for death?"

"Yes, but Huashi. He's still alive today."

The conversation ended here suddenly, Po Meng looked at Bu Hua, as if she wanted to say something else.But she stopped there and turned her eyes away from Bu Hua.Obviously, she didn't want Buhua to ask too many questions.

Bu Hua bowed, picked up the sword Chi Hua handed over, turned and left.But after walking five steps, Bu Hua stopped.He looked slightly sideways at Po Meng who was caressing the butterfly, and said: "We're leaving today, I'm afraid we won't see each other until the day of reincarnation. If there is a chance, I will definitely ask for a bowl of Po Meng's soup that forgets all ordinary things."

Meng Po's fingers trembled slightly, and she sent Ming Die away, bending her eyes and smiling, "Okay."

Bu Hua nodded, turned and left.

Legend has it that the person in charge of the Wangchuan River is an extremely infatuated woman.She didn't know when she started to appear here, and she was in charge of this river.She persisted for hundreds of years, or thousands of years, just to... find the soul of her dead husband.

"Chihua, what else do you know?"

Now that Buhua knew everything, Chihua didn't hide anything anymore, so he simply replied, "I once heard my master say: 'Meng Jiangnu has been holding on for thousands of years, but she still hasn't been able to find her sweetheart.'"

Meng Jiangnu...

Bu Hua frowned and didn't respond.

When he returned to Yan Luo Hall again, the other little ghost messengers in the hall had been dismissed.Yan Luo Wang closed his eyes with his forehead closed, and the judge stood beside him with a pen. What hung in front of him was the book of life and death.Bu Hua wanted to go forward to salute, but a small side door in the hall was slightly opened, and the faint green light attracted his attention.

It was a stone gate covered with thorns and moss.The last time he broke into the Underworld, the Brain Hall of Hell, Buhua's spiritual power scattered and broke many things, but this door was the only one left.

"Buhua, you're back."

Yan Luowang opened his eyes and met Shang Buhua's gaze.The judge put away the book of life and death and stood quietly aside.Behind him, the palace door slammed shut, and then all the ghost lamps went out, leaving only the two beside Bu Hua.

He seemed to have seen this situation before.

"You are guilty, Bu Hua." King Yan Luo stood up, and several chains flew out of the darkness, entangled Bu Hua, his neck was tightly strangled, and his limbs could not move.

"Convicted." Bu Hua knelt on the ground and lowered his head.

He had indeed seen this situation before.

However, it was in a dream.

It was the seventh day of the Baiyang Mie Temple, when rumors arose and the city was full of wind and rain.Buhua went to the extremely cold place alone, tireless, not afraid of the wind and cold, but afraid of what the man said.Whenever he fell into a dream, Bu Hua would dream of the eerie, silent Hall of Yama.

And King Yama in the dream spoke these words.

If there is nothing wrong, the next step is to count his crimes in detail.

Sure enough, the judge at the side unfolded the book of life and death, and said lightly: "Bu Hua, a disciple of Baiyang Temple, when he was 18 years old, he trusted others and became obsessed. He killed all the people in the temple, so that the heart demon was born, and the sword spirit turned into a murderer. One crime. Entering the underworld, beheading innocent dead souls, and interfering with reincarnation, this is the second crime. Forcibly breaking into the Yan Luo Palace, wounding the bull's head and horse face, intending to kill Yan Luo to vent his anger, this is the third crime. Saving the people of the Bai family, killing Yang's life is not over This is the fourth crime." After the judge finished speaking, he twirled the pen on his fingertips a few times, "People who have committed serious crimes should disperse their souls and enter the ghost realm, where they will never recover."

No, this is not the same as in the dream.

Saved the Bai family, why the fourth crime?

"Uh——!" But before Buhua could think about the reason carefully, a strange green mark suddenly lit up on the chain around his neck, which pierced Buhua's eyes with pain.The chain began to tighten slowly, making Buhua unable to speak, let alone concentrate on thinking.He forcefully opened one eye and looked at King Yama.

In the dream, he was locked and unable to move.The judge listed his three crimes, and after the judge wrote his pen, he was covered by the ghost, and the chain locked his throat, getting tighter and tighter.He couldn't scream or move.The feeling of being torn apart bit by bit made him terrified from the bottom of his heart.

Buhua had dreamed three times in total, but the ending was always different.

What will be the ending this time?

"Crack." The judge dropped his pen and knocked heavily on the book of life and death.Bu Hua opened his eyes wide, and the chain around his neck tightened more and more.

"Wait! Yan Luo——" Before he could say the word Wang, countless pairs of ghost hands appeared in the darkness, covering his mouth, making him unable to speak.Bu Hua's pupils were shaking constantly, and the fear of death began to spread.

Do not......

Bu Hua wanted to raise his arm, but he couldn't do it if there was a heavy iron chain falling down.King Yan Luo stood tall, and beside him, the judge was as cold as ice.

No......! !

"Chi...Hua...!" The Chihua sword struggled and flew out from his back. The iron chain around his neck had already shrunk, and it was about to strangle his neck.Sweat dripped down Bu Hua's forehead, and his eyes were terribly red.He struggled to raise his arm, but the Chi Hua Sword was snatched away.

Yama... King Yama! !

"You are guilty, Bu Hua." King Yan Luo stood in front of Bu Hua, holding the Chihua Sword.

Convicted...Convicted...!

Bu Hua was kicked to the ground by someone. He struggled and suffered, and stretched out his hand to get back what belonged to him.

"Disciple...Hua Shi...knows...sins..."

This is the first time that Buhua wants to live so much.

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