In love with the ghost king

Taking advantage of one person and one ghost not paying attention, Chu Sheng hurriedly bowed twice to the fate Xingjun in the temple, and prayed silently in his heart: "Xingjun, although I know you are a literary god, but at this time, you are the only one. .”

"Forget it, I just hope that you can hear my prayers during the hundreds of official duties. The lower world will save me a little when necessary."

Chu Sheng used to not want to bother others, as long as he could do it himself, he would never let it have anything to do with others.

But this time is different, human life is at stake, and he still wants to save his crippled body to do more good things for the world.

"You worship him, it is better to worship me."

Chu Sheng's petty gestures failed to escape Meng Jing's eyes. He looked up at the clay sculpture of Fate Xingjun in the middle, and said with a sneer, "His statue is not as good-looking as mine."

Before, Chu Sheng only vaguely discerned the words "Fate Palace" on the dilapidated plaque outside the door, and he really didn't observe carefully, but now he looked up again, and sure enough, the statue of Fate... with a crooked mouth and slanted eyes, a fierce spirit, It's just like the cow raised by Tianxiang Xingjun in the Upper Immortal Realm.

Thinking about the fate of Xingjun, who is unrestrained and unrestrained all day long, he probably wouldn't take this kind of thing to heart, but to carve a handsome young man like this, I don't know which skilled craftsman can have such a foundation.

Chu Sheng shook his head and didn't think about it any more. If Fate saw that he was picking and choosing his statue here, it would be over if he didn't help him.

He looked out at the sky, and after Xi Wu had finished eating, he asked with concern: "Do you still have the strength to take us there?"

"Yes, I can wait, but my father can't wait." Xi Wu wiped his lips, got up and said, "I'll take you there now."

Chu Sheng thought to himself: It's "you", not "you".

"Okay." Chu Sheng said.

Hearing this, Meng Jing said, "It's already so late, isn't there any danger?"

Chu Sheng said: "I heard from Xiwu that the missing person must have been there for some time, so it's not too late."

Meng Jing got up, glanced at Xi Wu, his eyes were filled with impatience again, but he still said patiently: "Let's go."

Chu Sheng was taken aback... Is he going to follow him?

With Meng Jing's affirmation, Xi Wu quickly walked to the front to lead the way.

Meng Jing followed closely, looked back at Chu Sheng in a daze, and said with a smile, "Aren't you following, Ah Sheng?"

When he came back to his senses, Chu Sheng followed up, and couldn't help but said, "What if I meet your subordinates again?"

"I just want to see, which trash is not dead."

Meng Jing replied lazily.

When the three of them came to the bamboo forest, it was already late, and the moon was on the branches. Occasionally, they could hear the hooting of owls, and the forest was full of strangeness.

Chu Sheng glanced at the gloomy forest, and said to Xi Wu: "According to you, the things inside should not leave this bamboo forest, you wait outside, we go in, if we see the caravan man, bring him out."

Under the reflection of the moonlight, Xi Wu's eyes were shining brightly. Chu Sheng thought he was happy and worried, but he still comforted him: "Don't go far, this forest must not be too big, if something happens, call We, we'll come when we hear."

Xi Wu clapped his hands and said, "Okay, thank you Daochang brother!"

Chu Sheng touched his head and said with a smile, "No thanks."

Turning around, he entered the bamboo forest with Meng Jing.

As soon as he entered here, Chu Sheng only felt a chill go deep into his heart, and he couldn't help but gather up his clothes, only to realize that the inside of this forest is far more weird than it looks outside.

The hooting of the owl became more and more piercing, as if there was no living thing here except it.

Fortunately, there was a wild ghost king by his side, and Chu Sheng was a little relieved.

Although... he can't be regarded as a living thing.

Thinking of this, Chu Sheng couldn't help condemning himself. It was a great honor that he was willing to accompany him, how could he say that in his heart.

A burst of cranky thoughts made his original worry fade a bit.

"Ah Sheng never thought about it, what if that little ghost tricked you?" After walking a few steps, Meng Jing stopped suddenly.

When he said this, Chu Sheng was puzzled, and then smiled and said: "No, I don't have anything else to covet."

Meng Jing listened, noncommittal.

The moonlight shines on Meng Jing through the bamboo grove, and the two stand opposite each other. Chu Sheng happens to see Meng Jing's extremely deep purple-black eyes embedded in the finely carved jade face. After describing it, I felt like I had seen this face before, so I couldn't help but stepped forward and looked it over carefully.

"Is this what you looked like when you were alive?" Chu Sheng asked suddenly.

Meng Jing also moved closer so that Chu Sheng could see it more clearly, and said with a low smile, "Of course...not."

Warm breath fell on Chu Sheng's face. The latter realized that he had asked the wrong question again, and hurriedly stepped back two steps away from Meng Jing, his ears were slightly hot, and he didn't know how to respond.

Fortunately, there was no need for him to answer, Meng Jing shook his fan, and then explained: "That skin in the world is too ugly, I don't know where to throw it for a long time."

"Oh." Chu Sheng answered after holding back for a long time.

Don't be so reckless next time.

For some reason, Meng Jing's gaze was still staring at him, not leaving for half a second, and there was something indescribable in his eyes.

Chu Sheng's ears turned redder, but soon he realized what Meng Jing was staring at. He touched the scar on his neck, lowered his head and shrank again, and said in embarrassment: "When I died, there was a scar on my neck. I was injured, but luckily it wasn’t a big deal, so I didn’t care about it.”

Chu Sheng smiled reluctantly.

"Ah Sheng suffered a lot when he was a human being?" Meng Jing said suddenly, his voice softened and hesitant in his tone.

"I can't remember, even the name Chu Sheng was chosen casually by me." Chu Sheng smiled and said with his forehead, "They're all dead anyway, so why bother?"

While brooding over other people's lives, while muddling along with one's own life.

Meng Jing stopped answering, his Adam's apple moved, but he still didn't say anything.

After a stalemate like this for a while, only the hooting of the owl was left around, Chu Sheng couldn't help but said, "Let's look further ahead."

After speaking, he walked forward, Meng Jing raised and lowered his hand behind him, tears seemed to flash in his eyes.

"I've been walking for so long, and I haven't seen anything strange except for a few owls." Chu Sheng walked ahead, wondering, and then whispered, "It's just...it's getting colder."

Meng Jing was at the back, following every step. Hearing this, he got closer, stretched out his hand, hesitated for a while in mid-air, and finally clenched his fist and put it down.

Suddenly, he took Chu Sheng into his arms.