Peach wood

I don't do bad things on weekdays, and I'm not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night, but it's really hard to say whether the ghost knocking on the door knows that the hunted target has done bad things.Where there are unjust souls, there are ghosts. Mingjun has been in this temple for 800 years, and there are no ghosts that he has never seen before, but he doesn't know much about monsters.

All intelligent beings are divided into two factions, good and evil. Could it be that the goblin who carried the lantern this time is also imitating the heroes of the world in punishing evil and promoting good?Yan Qingran knocked on the table again and again, and looked at the row of newly dead ghosts in the hall. Their causes of death were roughly the same, and they all said that they had kindly rescued the lost woman, but they were rewarded with revenge. However, their usual actions, The Hades are all recorded in the book, and Yan Qingran flipped through it twice, and found that these guys are used to bullying men and women, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as doing all kinds of evil.

This banshee has a lot of background, he thought that Shuhuai had an ever-burning lamp when he was in the world, so he should know her, but after calling someone to ask, he realized that Shuhuai didn't know her well either.According to Shu Huai, this lantern demon who called the night candle had already transformed before he got the ever-bright lantern, and because he disliked him, he never appeared in front of him.

Wanzhu, Wanzhu... Her name is quite interesting, but her personality is a bit weird. Behavior like her has always been the most difficult group to deal with.If you say she is wrong, those who died under her hands are not innocent, and they all deserved their crimes; but if you say she is right, it seems to despise justice, which is not conducive to the fairness and stability of order.

The more Ming Jun thought about this problem, the more headache he felt. After the accident, he sent ghosts to the human world to investigate, and the news came back that the common people in the human world rejoiced and celebrated the evil official's death.The people reacted in this way, Yan Qingran couldn't help thinking, to what extent have the laws of the world been relaxed?

When the people begin to rely on unofficial forces and want them to maintain justice for themselves, it means that the official methods are no longer believed. It is a great misfortune for a country to come to this point.

Wanzhu will be caught sooner or later, but no one has figured out how to deal with her.She is still hiding now, and her hide-and-seek skills are top-notch. I don’t know what has stimulated her emotions. The number of mortals killed by her has multiplied in the past few days.

In the world, late autumn.

Going around for hundreds of years, dynasties have changed, the sun and the moon have rotated. The imperial capital was abandoned and then returned to prosperity. The current scene in the city is similar to the past.Wanzhu sat on the bridge railing with a lamp, looked down at the water waves of the moat, and the fallen leaves swirled in the water alone, like a poor man in the world who was displaced.

The palace is as majestic as it was back then. The golden dragon perched on the top of the palace, reflecting colorful halos from a distance. Wanzhu looked at the gorgeous glazed tiles, feeling a little inexplicably melancholy in his heart.Now this dynasty has also come to an end, and at this final moment, the people who suffer the most are still the people.

There is no night in the palace, but there is an endless night among the people, which has never changed, and one day the candles will be burned, and all the pavilions, towers and pavilions will be burned to ashes.In the late autumn season in the world, yellow and red leaves are rustling, clear water and turbid streams are gradually drying up, and ordinary people will usher in another winter.

There was a warm light behind the rich gate, but there were a few more hungry people on the street outside the gate, and when it got colder, the number of hungry and cold people would increase again.For the poor, there is no beauty in late autumn, and the winter snow is not as magnificent as described in the poems. The beauty that needs to be appreciated with life is not a beauty, but it is actually a kind of sadness.

A small number of people are born with a golden spoon in their mouths. They are well-clothed and well-fed, and they can rest easy. All their lives, they can't imagine why the poor are eager for fire in winter.If you eat well and dress warmly, it is naturally difficult to understand the embarrassment of the poor, nor can you understand the meaning of "forced by livelihood".

Spring plowing, summer hoeing, autumn harvesting, winter storage.It seems unremarkable, but it is actually thrilling.Behind the few words, blood, sweat and tears are hidden deeply, and what burns in those exquisitely carved palace lanterns is the grease snatched from the people.

This late autumn may not be the end of the dynasty, but the next late autumn will definitely be.

Wanzhu didn't carry the lamp again. If the hunter's purpose and identity were seen through at a glance, he would not be qualified to be called a hunter.Now she has lost the patience to put on a show, and she kills as soon as she should, and doing those useless efforts is a waste of time. These bastards who are tired of living will die sooner or later. Be a companion on the road to Huangquan.

The sky is getting darker, the sun is setting in the west, and there are few pedestrians in the city, and the fallen leaves in the water under the bridge are slowly becoming unclear.Wanzhu left the long streets and alleys immersed in the night, and walked towards the brightly lit place.

Where there is light, there are shadows, and everything in the shadows is blurred, unable to see the original face.Wanzhu sat at the table with a gloomy expression. She was waiting for the door to open, and the flame in her palm was ready to burn out.

Footsteps sounded in the long corridor, and a figure was reflected on the window paper. He approached unsteadily, raised his hand and pushed open the door of the bedroom.At that moment, the fire and phoenix rushed out of the room shining brightly, engulfing him silently.

Really silent.At this moment, the garden was deathly silent, with beautiful scenery on a good day and warm light reflecting each other, but it also possessed a kind of cruel tranquility.

This unknown high-ranking official has a lot of wives and concubines in his house. He thinks that this person in the room is his pillow, so he relaxes his vigilance.Evening Candle found something from under his pillow, weighed it in his hand, and then turned into a streamer, and flew out from the wide open door.

The imperial palace has long been different from the imperial palace of the past, but the terrain is equally complex, and the long corridors are equally tortuous. Evening Candle hides his figure and walks through it with a long lantern in his hand. Finally, he finds the figure in the imperial garden.

"What do you want this thing for?" Wan Zhu looked at the opposite face, still feeling a little uncomfortable, "Didn't I say you... can't you change your face?"

"I want to change it too." The other party raised his head, his tone resentful, "But this is not my body in the first place, how can I change the innate appearance of mortals?"

Wan Zhu sighed, to be honest, the guy in front of her has practiced for hundreds of years, and he has long been able to assume the human form, but he can't let go of the obsession in his heart, and with a revenge mentality, he always occupies this dead heart. The human body seems to be able to eliminate some of the resentment in his heart.

In the night at the turn of autumn and winter, the dew is deeper and the heavy clothes are drenched, but these two inhumans don't realize it. What they fear is not the severe cold, but the coldness of human feelings.Wanzhu staggered her eyes, not looking at this familiar face, but still talking with him.

What can two goblins say?It's nothing more than talking about the various states of the world. They are not interested in the same kind, but they are very interested in mortals.

The palace maids who came and went also had lamps in their hands, but none of them looked bright like the night candle, but no one could see the light of the night candle. It is the moonlight in the sky.The evening candle swayed with the ever-burning lamp, the flickering flame was still dazzling, dragging out a long tail in the night, like a meteor falling into the mortal world.

"The world is so beautiful." Looking at the bright moon in the sky, Wanzhu was filled with emotion, "In my opinion, the night here is much better than the light in the Heavenly Palace."

"Look at what you said so well, have you ever been to Tiangong?" The person beside her was aroused by her.

Wan Zhu touched her chin, recalling her past experience.She was originally a thing of the Emperor of Heaven, she absorbed the purest and purest aura in the Heavenly Palace, and she was able to take shape. She was much luckier than the other ever-burning lamp, which could not produce lamp spirits. Never have the opportunity to open your eyes to see the whole world.

But it has no intelligence, and of course it doesn't feel sorry for itself, it's just a lamp.

The young man in emerald clothes took the ever-burning lamp from Wan Zhu, and sighed slightly: "But that mortal, he just took away the lamp without the spirit."

"Hmph, that blind idiot." The face of Shuhuai appeared in Wanzhu's mind again. As soon as she saw Shuhuai, she felt angry for no reason, even she herself didn't know what she was angry about.

When thinking of someone, the divergent thinking will always lead the owner to run around, making the owner think of more things.Wanzhu squats carelessly on the railing, suddenly thinking of the little wolf cub beside Shuhuai.She didn't recognize Mo Yun, but she had some impressions of the other wolf in the Heavenly Palace. He was also an idiot. Why are you so happy.

Wanzhu suddenly let out a soft "Hey", she finally found that this little wolf cub is somewhat similar to Mo Hui, but his aura is the same as that of Shuhuai, and even more similar to peach wood, Miss Deng sniffed , I belatedly realized that I seemed to have met the son of the previous owner.

Having said that, she couldn't understand her own thoughts, and Shuhuai couldn't understand even more.The latter has never been hated so much by others, so of course he cares about it very much. He has been tossing and turning for several nights because of this, unable to sleep peacefully.

Mo Yun thinks that he doesn't have to be like this. Judging from Wan Zhu's speech and behavior, this girl Deng has a bad temper. It is inevitable that she speaks impulsively, and she may not be very considerate of others' feelings.When she said that her books were bad, she was probably just complaining and venting her anger, and had no other meaning.

He knew all these truths, but he couldn't control his thoughts. The more he knew, the more he felt small, weak and useless, even though no one saw him that way.

Therefore, mortals are very fragile creatures, and a certain lack of self-confidence is always entangled in their hearts, like a poisonous snake lurking in the grass, rushing out to bite its prey at the right time.

The ghost knocked on the door, brought in a thick stack of papers, and piled them on the stone table next to the bed. There were a lot of things piled up on the table, and there was no free time, so he piled all the sundries together. , They are piled up like towering pagodas.

"What are these things..." Shu Huai lifted his head from the bed weakly like a seriously ill old man, and his voice was as soft as a breeze, "You... don't... put everything here... Sigh."

He let out a long sigh, as if teaching disobedient children.

Wen Yanzhi didn't bother to talk to him, and just said: "These people were all killed by your lamp, Mingjun asked you to look at their records, find something in common, and go back and catch her along that golden thread. "

"What do you call my lamp!" Shuhuai sat up straight, now he was no longer weak or sad, he argued hard and forced the ghost messenger to change his words, Wan Zhu's attitude towards him, he He Dehe Neng, was called the master of this aunt by the other party!

"That's fine, she's not your lamp." Shu Huai made unreasonable troubles, but Wen Yanzhi was not angry, and still had a kind attitude, "But these things should be seen by you, and you have to see them. You should take them out as soon as possible." Turn it over, so as not to be scolded by Mingjun again when you turn around."

The ghost emissary left in a hurry after saying this, he was so busy now, he had to take care of Xueyi for Shuhuai, work under Mingjun's errands, and fetch the dead souls, he felt that he was at his wits' end.These days, the night candles were killing and killing, which added a lot of workload to him out of thin air. He didn't touch the ground all day long, and he was about to float up.

Whenever this happens, he is very glad that he doesn't have to sleep, but the Lord of the Underworld is just the opposite of him. The lord of the underworld has kept his habits in the world for a long time, and he hasn't changed it in the past 800 years.Yan Qingran doesn't need to sleep either, but to this day, he still hasn't accepted the fact that he doesn't need to sleep, and still goes to find Duke Zhou regularly every day, regardless of whether Duke Zhou sees him or not.

As soon as he closed his eyes, Wen Yanzhi's hard days came. Even though the ghost loved his work and worked tirelessly, the heavy pressure day after day made it difficult for him to support him. He didn't dare to ask Mingjun to help him share it. I can only bet all the weak lifelines on Shuhuai, so there is a tall stack of "paper towers" in Shuhuai's room.

Shuhuai felt a little uncomfortable when he was idle, and it happened that the ghost sent these papers to help pass his time. He got up from the bed and asked Mo Yun to bring the papers to him.

The little wolf cub was willing to be commanded by him, so he trotted to get the ghost messenger's transcription notes, and then went to the hall not far away to borrow a pen, ink, paper and inkstone. The big characters came into view.

The first deceased was a male who lived for 45 years, which is not short-lived. He was an official in the local area during his lifetime and often exploited the common people.

The second deceased was a man who lived in his twenties, so he died young. His father was a high-ranking official in the capital, and he raised a playboy who bullied men and women all day long.

The third is still a male, the fourth is the same, the fifth and the sixth... I flipped through several pages of the book, and couldn't help cursing: "Why is Wen Yanzhi so idle? Man, he still wants to waste pen and ink!"

"He's more cautious." Mo Yun also felt a little funny, "Maybe it's because there are such regulations in Hades?"

Shuhuai really doesn't know if there are such rigid rules in Hades. He thinks ghosts are purely picky, and he has a complex of "pursuing perfection and completeness" when dealing with work.

Shuhuai took a breath, continued to look behind, and kept recording in his hand.The ghost envoy was really dedicated, and even wrote down all the origins and places of residence of the dead.This kind of man who pursues perfection is really scary, Shuhuai feels suffocated for a while.

At first, he felt that this information was completely useless, but after summing it up, he began to feel lucky that there is such a detail-oriented existence in Hades.If Wen Yanzhi hadn't recorded the death places and hometowns of these officials, he would have been unable to figure out the way Wan Zhu chose her prey, nor could she discover the rules of her actions.

Coincidentally, these people's ancestral homes are all in the same area. Shuhuai has never discovered that this place is so rich in corrupt officials. What's more, the ancestral home of his family who died long ago 800 years ago is also in this place. .

A strange feeling rose from the bottom of his heart.Why does Wanzhu have so much resentment towards the Queen's family back then?Is it because of Yuki?She probably doesn't know that Xue Yi is in Hades, and when she meets her next time, if she tells the truth, will she come back with her?Shuhuai decided to try this method next time, maybe he could find a companion for Xueyi so that she would not be so bored anymore.

It's late autumn in the world, and the northwest wind is blowing fiercely, and Wanzhu, accompanied by the autumn wind, extends his footprints all the way to the imperial capital.The current imperial city is still the imperial city of that year, but it is not like the imperial city of that year. Shuhuai drew a red circle repeatedly on the map, and could not help but lament the impermanence of destiny.After many years, he will finally step into this familiar place.

"She hasn't moved for a while." Mo Yun held Shuhuai's hand and dragged the scarlet from the starting point to the ending point, the winding trace was like a river.

Drawing this line with a Chinese ink brush seems to highlight its bloody and cruelty.

Is this the blood of the dead, or the blood of the living?Is it the blood of the nobles, or the blood of the common people?

The perpetrator eventually became the victim. Although Wanzhu disregarded the laws of the human world and was suspected of interfering with the normal order of the underworld, it was her "destiny" that these people died in her hands.

Mandate of Heaven is interesting and unpredictable precisely because of its uncertainty.Where there is a reason, there is an effect. The ending we have now can be traced back to the original event, and people are never sure what they will do, so they will never be sure how they will end up.

"Mo Yun, do you think these people died well or badly?" Shuhuai asked casually while drawing on the map.

The Little Demon King pondered for a moment, then answered briefly: "What you deserve."

You deserve it, this is a good word, enough to sum up the complicated emotions, Shuhuai nodded in approval, but after a while he asked: "In your eyes, how should you evaluate Wan Zhu for doing such a thing? "

Shuhuai was not sure how he should comment on this girl Deng. He had a complicated identity and had too many things to worry about. It seemed inappropriate to judge Wanzhu from any standpoint, while Mo Yun had a relatively simple mind and was very close to Wanzhu. It doesn't have much to do with candlesticks, and his evaluation should be relatively pertinent.

Mo Yun did not disappoint Shuhuai, he still summed up his opinion in four words: "Stay true to your heart."

Original heart, a mysterious word.Some people have good intentions, and some have evil intentions. As for whether Wanzhu insists on good or evil, it is up to the benevolent to see the benevolent and the wise to see wisdom.

The author has something to say: When we were dispersing, the opposite Tiance was full of wild wolves, who came up to grab my hand, but my own teammates were all weak puppies who were not weaned.

Thunderbolt, Thunderbolt, double-reduction treatment burst out and hidden pursuit can't kill people, so what's the point of being shocked?

I pray that the dog will be stronger tomorrow.