After being reborn, he was entangled by the sha demon

Observer: Xie Bi'an

Risk index: ★

Observation: to be observed

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When the leaves of Mimi trees shook and turned into wind and rain, and the sea of ​​yellow springs churned into huge waves, Xie Bi'an stood on the stone archway in Wuwang City, holding his booklet that had not been put down for thousands of years.

The ghost flags fluttered, the horns were blown, and three thousand evil spirits moved across the city.

"All the ghosts obey the order. Anyone who can hurt anyone in the city can cross out the name on the book of innocence, and they can leave the city freely!"

His white robes fluttered in the dark wind, but the pen in his hand was not pointing at the two saints, but the black robe Fan Wujiu who was holding a sickle and was about to break into the city.

Wuwang City is a prison, and those who can enter are evil spirits with unforgivable crimes. Once they enter the city lord's book of Wuwang, they can no longer get out.

Xie Bi'an didn't go out until his death.

Fan Wujiu's Tiger Scythe passed through his throat, blood gushed out, and the man's black robe hurried forward, not even stopping for him for a moment.

The white clothes fell from the archway, and when he woke up again, he was the half-grown boy Xie Bian picked up by Lao Fan.

How ridiculous, the enemy turned into a guardian, and the evil leader turned into a pure and good boy.

When Lao Fan and Xie Bian talked about the origin of his name, Xie Bian only felt that his "good guy" and "friend" were very ironic.

Xie Bi'an died, but as the leader of the evil spirits.

He and him are not friends, at most, they have met two sides of the friendship in the underground.

Bai Wuchang guards Wuwang City, and Hei Wuchang descends evil spirits, and they can only meet in a hurry during the handover.

Xie Bian didn't know why Lao Fan lied, he could only sigh with emotion that he went back to himself after going around.

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Xie Bian ate the last mint candy he caught from the hotpot restaurant, set up the stone array again, and summoned the three evil spirits that he had searched around here for a year.

The white bones came out from the ground with the stench of rotten flesh. Ugly and dirty ghosts surrounded the boy in school uniform, shaking and the big head connected to the body by a little rotten flesh on the neck, squeezing each other, as if they were in front of the master. A plaything for rewards under his hands.

The bones trembled even more this time, as if he was afraid of something.

Xie Bian held a tiger sickle that was much taller than him, like a child stealing an adult's suit.

He almost had to rest the handle of the sickle on his waist in order to swing this monster.

The tiger scythe pierced the night sky and struck behind Xie Bian with the wind.

Before they could make a sound, the three obedient dirty things were sliced ​​by the scythe, their head and body were divided into two, the black air disappeared into the dark night, and the split flesh and bones fell back to the soil where they were born , flowing out a disgusting black juice.

The smell of decay was strong, and Xie Bian had to rely on the mints in his mouth to temporarily suppress the desire to vomit in his throat.

The scythe of the tiger was extremely heavy, Xie Bian couldn't hold it back after swinging the blade, panting heavily, he staggered.

Xie Bian finally understood that Fan Wujiu felt this way when he killed himself.

The tiger sickle turned back into a small brooch, Xie Bian took out a tissue to wipe it clean, and stuffed it back into his pocket like a baby.

Xie Bian thought about it and called Lao Fan anyway.

"Your brooch fell into the hot pot restaurant. I'll help you put it away and take it back this weekend."

"Okay... I didn't talk to anyone. Our family is An'an, and the No. 1 exam is announcing the good news! Come, Mr. Yang, cheers..."

The person on the other side of the phone went to drink again, and he hadn’t returned at midnight. “Hmm, huh, huh” he was perfunctory while dealing with the drinking situation. Xie Bian frowned, and opened his mouth to say something, after thinking about it again. Hang up the phone.

The door of the dormitory was closed long ago, and the teaching building was also locked. Xie Bian skillfully climbed in from the balcony on the second floor, then flipped through the window and jumped to his position next to the window in the third row from the bottom.

There is a tall stack of books on the table, so that he can hide from the teacher's gaze for a while every sleepy afternoon.

Xie Bian dug out a thick black-skinned book from Chengshan's documents, and spread it out on the table.

This book was brought back by Lao Fan from the company. On the first page, there was only a customer's phone number, and the back was still blank, so he threw it to Xie Bian and asked him to take notes.

Xie Bian tore up the page with numbers and threw it into balls, then picked up a pen and wrote two lines.

April 11

From today on, be a good person who can eat meat.

The good man Xie Bian finished writing and fell asleep lying on the table.

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Fan Wujiu looked at the hang-up prompt on the call interface on his mobile phone, paused the noise of the wine party in the recording pen in the other hand, held up a glass of Dahongpao, smiled and clinked glasses with the other two in the room.

Let's An'an, the No.1 exam is good news.

Besides Lao Fan, there were two other men in the room. They were about the same age as him, and they were not very big. The one who was a little shorter looked younger.

The two stood side by side not far from Fan Wujiu, looking at the blue water curtain in front of them.

Xie Bian in the water curtain fell asleep on his stomach on the desk in the classroom.

The tall man waved his hand, and Xie Bian, who was sleeping peacefully, disappeared in front of everyone with the blue light.

The short one looked at Old Fan, pondered for a long time, and then slowly said, "You decide."

Fan Wujiu drank the tea in the cup in one gulp, and the thousands of yuan of tea was swallowed by him like a cow's drink, and he didn't know if he tasted it.

Lao Fan took out a pen from his breast pocket, and the words of praying were printed on the barrel.

Xie Bian did not bring a pen for an exam, so he bought one at the stationery store in front of the school in a hurry. He was not used to spring pens, so this pen was cheaper than Lao Fan.

When Fan Wujiu signed documents, he always looked proud in the face of other people's strange eyes: "My family is a prospective college student!"

Lao Fan took a piece of paper handed over by the tall man, scribbled and corrected it, and added a few words.

"Let's go!"

Fan Wujiu pinned the spring pen to his chest and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute," the tall man who had not made a sound for a long time called to stop Lao Fan, "Before you come next time, wash off the hot pot smell on your body."

Lao Fan waved his hand and didn't look back.

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On Friday afternoon, Fan Wujiu was once again trapped by the drinking bureau, and Xie Bian rejected his proposal to send a driver to pick him up.

Lao Fan's driver is even more high-profile than Lao Fan a few years ago. He especially likes to drive Fan Wujiu's beautiful supercar to the school gate to show off. Xie Bian has enjoyed the feeling of being watched by everyone twice when getting into the car .

Although Lao Fan's usual house is also in Guhai City, it is not on the Pingyuan District side of the old city. It is in the more noisy new urban area, which is an hour and a half away from Pingyuan District by car.

Xie Bian crossed two intersections, walked to the somewhat remote No. 103 intercity bus and waited for the bus.

Calculate the time, if you can catch the next bus, Xie Bian will be home before eight o'clock, and you can also catch up with your aunt who has just finished work and has not yet left, so ask her to sew the buttons on the cotton jacket that will not fall off .

The No. 103 bus was coming slowly. Xie Bian tightened his scarf, took out his bus card from his pocket, and was about to get on the bus. His left calf suddenly felt cold, as if something wet had grabbed his leg.

Xie Bian clenched his fists, a little impatient, and the scarf he just tucked in slipped down his shoulders.

He wanted to pull his leg out, but the thing behind it was even harder, gripping tighter and tighter.

It was a ghostly hand, protruding from the ground, the five fingers had rotted away long ago, and there was nothing left, the knuckles exposing the bones were desperately grabbing Xie Bian's calf.

Xie Bian's fifteen or sixteen-year-old body naturally couldn't easily escape the deliberate entanglement of dirty things.

The 103 road stopped by the side of the road. The driver waited for a long time but did not see the boy under the stop sign getting on the bus. The high school kid had his hands in his pockets, looked behind him from time to time, his legs seemed to be kicking something hard.

"Hey, kid, can't you make it?"

"Sorry master, I saw the wrong car."

This stop sign is a special stop for intercity bus lines. Xie Bian couldn't find the reason for this. Fortunately, the driver didn't think much, mumbled a few words and drove away.

The bus roared away, Xie Bian stood by the side of the road, inhaled several times of car exhaust, regretted that he didn't have any black dog blood on his body, and was wrapped up by a ghost hand, and he didn't think about being a ghost at all. It is against harmony for high school students to carry black dog blood with them.

"What is there to find a ghost messenger, why pester me?"

Xie Bian couldn't move an inch, so he could only stand on the side of the road and persuade this unreasonable ghost.

The four ghost kings of the underworld, black and white are impermanent, and Judge Meng Po.

After the battle between gods and ghosts, the judge was killed, Bai Wuchang rebelled and was killed, and Hei Wuchang came to the world to find a job again. In this way, there is still one Po Meng who can be the talker.

No matter how bad it is, there are always dozens of ghosts to help.

No matter what, the Ghost Hand has no reason to pester the reborn Xie Bian.

But ghosts are not human beings, and ghosts' hands don't need to be reasonable.

Xie Bian asked the question, but the things under the ground did not come out to answer for a long time. They just grabbed him with the hand sticking out of the ground to prevent them from leaving. It was definitely not the three things that Xie Bian had just beheaded and wiped out. Obedient.

The owner of Wuwang City, the leader of the evil ghost, was entangled by an unreasonable little ghost.

"I'll give you 5 minutes to talk quickly."

Xie Bian couldn't break free from the grip of the ghostly hand, and resignedly glanced at the bus route information displayed on the navigation software in his mobile phone.

The next bus No. 103 will arrive in 6 minutes.

It's not that he didn't have a way to deal with this dirty thing that entangled him, but that method was a little bloody, Xie Bian didn't have mints in his pocket, and it was the day to go home, he didn't want to smell fishy all over his body.

So the evil ghost leader bowed his head to the little ghost and compromised for the first time.

The bone claw with little meat left finally spread out from his calf, but it was still shaking a few joints around the leg as if he was afraid that he would run away. It seemed that as long as Xie Bian seemed to run away, the claw would immediately Climb up to his ankles.

Cold rain suddenly fell from the sky, Xie Bian raised his head, and a huge drop landed on his forehead. Xie Bian felt the chill from his heart to the outside of his body, from the soles of his feet to his scalp.

The ghost hand trembled for about a minute, and another bone claw that was not much stronger than this one protruded from the ground.

It's nothing more than a star and a half of rotten flesh on the ring finger.

Judging from the size, these two rotten hands should belong to a man in his prime.

Two rotten hands took out a little red notebook from the ground.

Xie Bian thought it was dirty, so he took out a tissue and put it on the things brought up by ghost hands from the ground.

Holder: Song Lixuan

Registration date: March 2023, 3

Marriage certificate number: GH-2023-41738

Remarks: If the marriage certificate is lost, this certificate must be reissued.

Reissue date: November 2025, 11

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As the rain fell, half of the page of the marriage certificate was already soaked in some unknown liquid, blurred and unclear, exuding a disgusting rotten smell.

In the exposed half of the photo, half of the woman's face could be seen.

It was a somewhat delicate young face with shoulder-length black hair.

Xie Bian glanced at his phone and confirmed that today is November 2026, 11, exactly one year after the young couple reissued their marriage certificates.

Seeing the appearance of the ghost hand, Xie Bian speculated that this ghost was not a new ghost, and began to slander: Is the work efficiency of the underworld so low now?The wild ghost who had been dead for a month didn't see any ghost messengers to pick him up, but instead entangled himself, a young man who was about to go to university.

For the first time, Xie Bian subconsciously took the initiative to regard himself as an ordinary high school student of fifteen or sixteen years old. He was still secretly happy for his little progress, so he also spoke kindly to the ghost's question.

"Can't you talk?"

The ghost waved his hand left and right, indicating that he couldn't.

You can't speak, you are a dead ghost.

"Can't the rest of your body come out?"

The ghost hand waved again and again to show that it was true.

Unable to move, he is a wild ghost whose body has not been collected.

Xie Bian sighed. People who got married and started a family, and died for at least a few months, but no one collected the body, it is really pitiful.

Xie Bian immediately thought that he was also a poor ghost, and he didn't know where the body of his city lord was going, whether he was used by Fan Wujiu with a tiger scythe for five cents, and suddenly wondered where his body came from of.

Even if he was lucky enough to enter reincarnation immediately, Xie Bian who is alive at this moment should only be five years old, so where did the falsely long ten years come from?

There is nothing to ask, nothing to say.

"Do you want me to help you?"

The ghost's hands clasped together into fists and swayed up and down, meaning please.

"Help you find your wife?"

The ghost hand let go of the closed fists again, and both of them stretched out their five claws and shook them.

"Help you find the body?"

The ghost hand shook a few times, and suddenly embraced again.

Xie Bian was annoyed by the two paws that could not speak.

Obviously, when he was in Wuwang City before, Xie Bian hated noisy ghosts the most. Every lonely soul who made too much noise was blocked by drawing a cross on his neck with a pen.

Now he suddenly complained about this quiet ghost who couldn't speak, but he thought that he was forced to be silent after he was wronged and died, so he didn't say anything about his complaint in the end.

"It's a bit tricky. I have to go back and think about it. Be careful not to show your face. If you are discovered, you will have no chance of reincarnation. Don't blame me for not reminding you."

Xie Bian raised his mobile phone to take a picture of the information on the half of the marriage certificate, and knelt down to return the things to the ghost.

The ghost hand took Xiaohong's notebook, and finally squeezed his fists together, and went back to the ground.

The No. 103 bus with flashing lights in the distance slowly arrived at the stop. Xie Bian shook his left leg that was a little numb from being caught by the ghost, rewrapped his scarf and got on the bus.

The stop sign returned to the empty and quiet appearance again, as if nothing had happened a few minutes ago.

The bus in the distance is gradually being swallowed by darkness.