Beichen is like a song

The book of life and death predestined life and death is irreversible.

It's like the marriage line of Yuelao, which can't be untied even if it is bound by three lives and three generations.As long as there is a name on the book of life and death, no matter whether it is a human or a demon, it will eventually come to the underworld to report. After a bowl of Mengpo soup, the past life and present life will be completely forgotten, and then enter reincarnation, the next name will be It will appear in the book of life and death, and another reincarnation will be arranged in the dark.

"Xing Shengjun." Pluto called this name, and stood by the Naihe Bridge and waited.

Old Mr. Xing of course knows where he is. No one has called him by his name for most of his life. When he was young, everyone in the army called him Brother Jun. When he was old, he was called Mr. Xing. I didn't expect to hear it at this time. His name came out of other people's mouths, and he sighed, that's all.

"It's me." Mr. Xing nodded, and found that he walked much faster, as flexible as when he was young.

He froze for a moment, smiled contentedly, and ran to Ah Ming like a child.

Ah Ming: "..."

"I have seen people who are unwilling to come in at the gate of the underworld, and I have seen people crying in front of the ghost messenger, but I have never seen someone rushing like you..."

Ah Ming smiled lightly, he was wearing a black cloak, that smile was blocked by the cloak, Xing Shengjun didn't see it, Ah Ming thought for a while, and finally found a suitable word to describe the scene just now: "Like driving a pig."

The underworld is very dark everywhere, but the only buildings are almost the same as the ones on the ground. It's just that what's inside this modern building can only be known after entering.

Occasionally, there are wandering spirits and ghost messengers passing by the edge of Huangquan, and when they see Ah Ming standing here, they all stop and bow.

"You guys have good discipline. When I was young, I had to receive salutes every day. After retiring, I will raise my grandson at home. That's a beautiful life..." Old Mr. Xing remembered the time when his grandson was still a baby.

It is said that when people are dying, they will recall many nostalgic images, those life scenes that are of great significance to themselves, life is like a movie starring you, and after the end, you sit in front of the computer and watch it at 2.0 times speed.

Xing Shengjun stroked the non-existent beard. He doesn't like to grow a beard, but he likes to do it. "Okay, life is only a hundred years, let's go, take me to drink Mengpo soup."

Ah Ming took off the cloak, his dark eyes were like an abyss, he couldn't see what was hidden underneath, he exuded a chilling aura all over his body, as if no evil spirits were allowed to appear in a radius of hundreds of miles.

But you will not be afraid of him, because there is always a faint smile on his face.

"Take you to drink Mengpo soup?" Ah Ming raised his head and smiled, "I am the King of Pluto, do you really think that the purpose of waiting for you here is to send you away? Little old man, you are a little naive. Wait a little longer, although you are exhausted, someone insists on giving you a ride."

Old Mr. Xing's eyes lit up, and he asked suspiciously in the Internet language he just learned: "Is there still such an operation? Double-click 666!"

Pluto: "..." He really felt that it was time to take this old man back and remake him. This little old man showed no signs of aging at all, and his mind was very young.

"No wonder you fell down the stairs, you just played yourself to death."

Ah Ming stretched out his hand and patted Mrs. Xing's shoulder. Originally, he didn't know how the old man died. If he hadn't received the request from the little cat demon, he would have no interest in checking other people's privacy.

"Be quiet after you go back. He has no ability to keep you for another time. Protect your unfinished decades. Isn't it good to live like other old people?"

The more Mr. Xing listened, the more confused he became. He didn't know which god he knew, and he could salvage himself from the underworld, but if he wants to play chess and Tai Chi all day like other old men, he might as well die , Xing Shengjun pouted, as if a little dissatisfied: "I can't guarantee that, I just got started with the skateboard recently..."

Young oldie who doesn't know what skateboarding is: "..."

"He's here." Ah Ming pursed his lips, as long as Mo Ruge approached him, he would feel the power of the little cat demon.

This little black cat, his favorite, no longer hides infinite possibilities like it did when he took human form for the first time.Ah Ming sighed, it's okay, it's also good to come and accompany him.

Mo Ruge came from the underworld, walked along the edge of the Yellow Spring, and strolled in the courtyard.Just when he came to the flowers on the other side, he suddenly thought of making a very special chain for Xing Beichen, so he stopped, passed Pluto directly, walked to another road, ran to the flowers and squatted, the flowers on the other side only bloomed in the ground, silently gave to Xing Beichen The dead lead the way, and after taking it off, it must be preserved in time, otherwise it will turn into steam and disappear, and it will not see the light.

After a while...

"Little bastard, stop!" Granny Meng ran out of her inn and shouted.

At some point, Mo Ruge went to Po Meng from the flowers again, secretly scooped a spoonful of Meng Po soup, and soaked the Bianhua, the soup instantly solidified in the spoon, turning into a flower like amber. For such a bead, the petals sealed in the bead are shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye. Mo Ruge thinks that the bead will be at its best in a month.

"No one told you not to pick the wild flowers on the roadside?" Ah Ming suddenly appeared behind him, with a smile on his face, and touched his head. Po Meng seemed to be singing a double reed, and continued to follow Ah Ming's words: " Didn't anyone tell you that Po Meng's soup can't be stolen!"

Mo Ruge was so happy, she stepped forward and hugged Ah Ming, rubbing his chest.There are only two warriors in the entire underworld who dare to approach Pluto like this, one is Po Meng and the other is Mo Ruge, and the young Pluto is already used to it, and they can't change it anyway.

"What are you doing with these things?" Old Master Xing looked at Mo Ruge's hands curiously, as if he could see what was hidden in his palm by squinting hard. His curious expression could easily give people the illusion , as if in front of him is not an old man in his seventies and eighties, but a three-year-old child.

Mo Ruge pretended to be mysterious and hid the beads in his pocket, "I won't tell you."

Meng Po: Tsk, the two children will have to fight when they go back...

"You have to think about it, this is the last time, if you keep this old man..." Pluto frowned, he knew the cat he raised by himself, although sometimes Mo Ruge was merciless when he raised his hands, he was a heartless He is a monster, but he is kind-hearted...

Ah Ming also knew that even if he didn't think about it, this kitten still had to do it, and it could be seen from his indifferent demeanor, "Okay."

Suddenly a ray of light lit up the sky of the underworld, the power in Mo Ruge's body was pulled out, the whole person was in a state of dissociation, being pulled like a marionette, his eyes were dull, like a blind man.

This beam of light slowly disappeared, and scattered over the heads of Mo Ruge and Xing Shengjun, it was considered to have completed the transfer of power.

"Fate is fixed, there is no repentance." Pluto touched Mo Ruge's head, his hair was soft and comfortable to touch, his eyes were full of love, then he let go, and stood side by side with Meng Po, watching off The two left.

Mo Ruge couldn't help yawning. He felt tired before he got out of the underworld this time, and he really wasn't as good as before.

Old Mrs. Xing was always by his side, tugging at his sleeve like a child asking for candy, and refusing to let go, but whenever he looked back at him, the old man would obediently lower his head, as if nothing had happened.

"What are you doing, sir, just say what you want!"

The little cat demon was too tired to guess with him anymore. He saw Xing Shengjun looking around curiously, and he thought it was funny, "Don't tell me you want to take a day trip to the underworld, Mom, this underworld is dark, and it's nothing more than that." The flowers on the other side are blooming, the spring is flowing backwards, the blood moon is in the sky, and there are lonely souls and wild ghosts everywhere, do you still want to visit the [-]th floor of hell!"

The old man nodded sharply. He had read about the [-] levels of hell in storybooks, but he had never seen the real version of the [-] levels of hell.

Mo Ruge: "..." How can someone be so bloody and want to see fried ghosts and tongue pulling out...

"The underworld has its own rules. I'm not a member of the underworld. I can't take you there."

Mo Ruge was still thinking about Xing Meiren who was anxious and worried in the hospital, and wondered if he could hold on to prevent others from entering that room. The longer this time dragged on, the more difficult it would be.

So the little cat demon pointed at it, "The blood moon is in the sky, the most famous sight in the underworld."

Nonsense, this red moon has been hanging here for tens of thousands of years, and no one has ever written it in a travel guide.

He tugged the little old man's hand, and suddenly tugged at his sleeve, "Don't underestimate this Huangquan, there is only endless darkness under the Huangquan, there is nothing, nothing interesting, but it is easier to fall, don't you feel it?" If you hit anything, only you. Be careful, I won’t be able to save you if you fall..."

The old man's face turned pale with fright, and he threw himself on Mo Ruge's body. Mo Ruge grinned, and rushed to the gate of the underworld with his back on his back before letting him go. After letting him go, the two of them were quickly pulled by a force. Back to the hospital almost at the speed of light.

Xing Beichen was staring blankly at the person on the bed, clasped his hands tightly, his brows were furrowed like a lock, and didn't notice that Mo Ruge was already standing at the door looking at him.

"Oh, my good grandson." Old Master Xing looked at Bei Chen, his heart was very touched, he turned his head to look at Mo Ruge who was standing beside him, "Wait, what kind of god are you...why did you save me? "

Mo Ruge quickly withdrew his eyes, looked at the ceiling in a daze, suddenly lowered his head and smiled, went straight to connect the plug of the instrument, put one hand on Xing Beichen's shoulder, and rubbed the knot on his brow, Xing Beichen was surprised He lifted his head up and met Mo Ruge's tired smiling face. He had never seen Mo Ruge like this before, he was so haggard.

"You..." Her throat was hoarse, as if she was tired from crying.

"One life for one life." Mo Ruge looked down at the man who was sitting stiff, and he began to soften as soon as he was pulled into the familiar embrace, leaning against Mo Ruge's waist like cotton candy.

Xing Shengjun was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that this life was extended by someone else. He suddenly felt a little regretful, why he was so greedy for life and afraid of death, and sacrificed others for his own survival.

Mo Ruge seemed to hear his heartfelt voice, but smiled, "Go back quickly, I saved you because he wants you to live, and his heart is sincere."

With sincerity and sincerity, your repeated wishes will come true.

The heart rate on the instrument display was normal again, and the straight line turned into a broken line. Xing Beichen was surprised, and his mournful face suddenly became bright. He smiled gratefully, and threw himself directly beside the old man's bed, "Old man! Old man!"

"What's the name, let me sleep for a while, okay?"

Old Master Xing opened his eyes, scolded and blamed dissatisfied, stretched out his hand to pinch his face, and said to his grandson in a curious tone: "Xiao Chen, I had a dream just now, the hell is so arrogant, I still saw Pluto and Po Meng, they looked so young...I also saw the god, he said that your sincerity will make you smart..."

Xing Beichen patted his hands, and hurried to see the "immortal" himself, where there is no immortal, only a black cat nestled in the seat where he was sitting just now, closed his eyes and huddled very quietly, as if lusting after him temperature.

Xing Beichen frowned, reached out to grab the kitten, let it lie on his lap, and didn't relax until he felt the temperature and breathing of the cat.

"Why did you take the cat to the hospital? You're about to be kicked out..." Old man Xing scolded, while reaching out his hand furtively, trying to catch the black cat to him. Fortunately, Xing Beichen dodged quickly and dodged it.

The grandson himself who was once thought to be very well-behaved: "This cat is called a fairy, old man, you are afraid that you were saved by my cat, come on, call your benefactor and listen?"

Xing Shengjun murmured: "What are these things, didn't you cry just now..."