Quick Transmigration: Don't be the hero of the show

When he came back to his senses, Yan Mingxiu was already in tears.

"Mingxiu, why are you crying?" The ghost king hastily reached out to wipe away his tears, and asked tentatively, "Did you remember something from the past?"

Yan Mingxiu cried on his shoulder for a long time before he recovered. In this plane, he found himself crying very much.

"When will the war end?"

Jiang Yiqiu was taken aback, then shook his head: "No one knows, even the one in the sky can't interfere with the affairs of the world."

Yan Mingxiu didn't speak, he raised his head from Jiang Yiqiu's arms, and looked far, far away.

Jiang Yiqiu suddenly understood that this meant he wanted to leave.

He still loves himself, but he will feel tired of such a monotonous life day after day.

Tianzi Yin slowly closed his eyes, there was nothing wrong with that.He lowered his head and gently kissed the top of his lover's hair, saying in his heart, Mingxiu, soon, soon you can return to the world.

I will let them arrange you to go to the peaceful and prosperous age, so that you will be happy and worry-free forever.

When they kissed, they could still hear the endless crying of ghosts outside the window.

There are so many ghosts coming to Fengdu these days, so many that even Po Meng can't tell who has drunk Po Meng's soup.

After a long time, Yan Mingxiu was finally able to leave the palace and wander around the foot of Fengdu City.

This is actually a town, and many ghosts who cannot go to reincarnation will stay here temporarily, waiting for a chance to reincarnate.

Businessmen, wanderers, and even ghosts in pairs set up markets in Fengdu City.

Yan Mingxiu was wandering aimlessly, he didn't lack anything, and he didn't want anything either.

In Fengdu, life is as boring as plain boiled water.

Naturally, Jiang Yiqiu would not go shopping with him, the King of Ghosts would always have endless things to do.

He yawned lazily, and when he was about to return to the palace, there was a sudden sound in front of him.

There was a commotion among the crowd on the street, and they all avoided the side of the road, as if some important person was coming.

Yan Mingxiu couldn't help but also became curious, squeezed among a bunch of ghosts and looked around, and then he saw a few large characters.

Yin Tianzi belongs to Fengdu Tingwei.The leader was dressed in white with a light gown, completely different from the courtiers Yan Mingxiu encountered on a daily basis.

"Who is that person?" Yan Mingxiu asked the ghost beside him.

"It seems that I heard that the new ghost king is taking office. It's so strange. It hasn't been here for 3000 years. Why did the ghost king change?"

"I don't know, it seems that I heard that the former ghost king offended Emperor Ziwei."

Yan Mingxiu was like five thunderbolts, how could this be possible? !

When he left the palace, Jiang Yiqiu was obviously fine, it has only been a few hours, how could...

He was anxious to run to the palace, but the crowd had already blocked the way, so Yan Mingxiu had no choice but to run forward desperately, blocking the way of the new ghost king.

"What is your identity!" The leading man in black shouted angrily, "How dare you block the ghost king in the street?"

Yan Mingxiu was so anxious that he was about to cry, and was about to explain, but the ghost king in white suddenly smiled: "Needless to say, I know who you are and what you want to ask, come with me."

He is also the incarnation of Emperor Ziwei, how could he not know about his predecessor.

After arriving at the gate of Tiangong, Yan Mingxiu couldn't wait to get off his horse and rushed in, calling Jiang Yiqiu's name loudly.

Shouting all the way to the bedroom, no one dared to answer.

In the end, a ghost official who looked familiar came forward bravely: "Mr. Yan, the former ghost king has died."

"You lied to me! How is this possible! He is clearly fine this morning!"

Yan Mingxiu became a little unreasonable: "I'll wait here until he comes out to see me."

The ghost official wanted to cry but didn't know what to do, so he hurriedly sent the little ghost to find the new ghost king.

The ghost king in white came to the bedroom quickly, Yan Mingxiu raised his head to look at him.

He originally thought that this person's eyes should be swollen from crying, but unexpectedly Yan Mingxiu was unexpectedly calm.

"Your name is... Yan Mingxiu." He sat down in front of that person, "Is there anything you want to ask me?"

Countless questions flashed through Yan Mingxiu's mind, and finally he let out a long sigh: "How...how did he die?"

"As early as half a year ago, when he rescued you from the non-celestial world, Emperor Ziwei deprived him of his godhead. He is just an ordinary celestial being, and he has suffered a lifespan that he shouldn't have. and pass away.”

Yan Mingxiu thought for a while, then asked again: "Where is his body?"

"Heavenly beings don't have corpses, their final destination is their souls flying away."

Yan Mingxiu nodded blankly, and the white-clothed ghost king asked him very caringly: "Do you have any questions?"

Yan Mingxiu shook his head, stood up staggeringly, and walked out unsteadily.

He didn't shed tears, but felt a great sadness unfolding in his heart like a Kunpeng.

He was blocked in front of him in white clothes: "His last words are to hope that you will return to the pool of reincarnation, forget all the past, life after life, and Jiang Yiqiu will no longer exist in your fate."

"Really?" Yan Mingxiu nodded, "Please take me there."

It's another year when the flowers bloom.

Along the meandering river, there are young teenagers and girls everywhere, the aroma of alcohol and powder mixed together, laughing flamboyantly and wantonly.

The young man in brocade clothes was squeezed to the end by the crowd. Because of his handsome appearance, from time to time, a young girl with a smile on her lips would throw flowers at him.

He was caught off guard, and could only be squeezed to nowhere by the flow of people, and bumped into someone's arms with a flower in his hand.

The man was taller than him, with wheat-colored skin, and looked highly skilled in martial arts, with a bit of pride in his brows.

In a daze, the young man was a little dazed, and he blurted out: "Brother, have we met somewhere?"

"Really?" The man looked at him with raised eyebrows, "I don't remember."

After saying something in a hurry, he said goodbye again. In retrospect, the young man only felt that this spring was different from what he thought in his heart.

He sat on the side a little dejectedly, listening to the sound of playfulness not far away, feeling that he had been abandoned outside the world of mortals.

But it didn't matter, he didn't feel resigned, he just leaned against the tree, and when he was about to fall asleep, another boy's voice came from his ears.

"I still have some youth groups here, do you want to eat with me, brother?"

The sun shone unscrupulously on the young man's side face, and the smile on his lips seemed to be absent, as if he had gone through thousands of years just to meet this person again.

His eyes swelled inexplicably, but he still squeezed out a smile: "Okay."