Chapter 2:

Let me return to my post-death.
When I was alive, I was a notorious devil head. I grabbed the children's candied haws and beat the roadside tramp. This kind of broken thing didn't do much. The people who hated me in the way of the fairy road could hold the dust three hundred laps.
I thought that after I died, I would have been scooped up to dig my body. Unexpectedly, I have been floating in the grave for a few years, and the green grass has grown by half a person. So no enemy has come to the door.
I suddenly felt a little lonely, and felt that the bad things were done when I was alive.
Thanks to this wordless monument!
I remember that this person who gave me a monument, the name is not written to me, the name is not written to me, not only can people who admire me not find me, even the enemy can not find me. And the year when my opinion on the monument was deeper, the Qingming season was drizzling, and I finally waited for someone to come to the grave...
It was a man dressed in ink and rain. He walked close. I saw him as a crown, and I was so beautiful that I was surprised.
I looked around him for a long time, and Muir felt that the five senses of this person seemed to be somewhat familiar. I touched my chin and waited until he had a few green fruits in front of my grave. I suddenly reacted...
what! This person is not the clown, the blame!
It turned out that after the sultry ink marks on his face disappeared, his face turned out to be so beautiful!
He stood in front of my grave, and the frosty rain seemed to be frosting on him. He said in a dumb voice: "Know you are sour, and you have picked up a few green fruits on the road."
I love to eat sour, everyone knows that the fruit of the offering is always the unripe green fruit. He knows that this grave is buried in me, and apart from those who buried me, others should not know who is under the wordless monument.
My heart is clear, it must be that after the sword won the Wanjian sword, I buried my body. After that, I was disdainful, and Mo Qing took advantage of me and killed me. Now I am so embarrassed to come to my grave! Also equipped with Wan Jian sword! He is coming to show it!
I stared at him, angry and wanted to kick the green fruit: "Who wants your green fruit, I can't eat it again, and I don't even burn the paper on the grave. Your boy can't understand the rules!"
"This fruit is sour, I have tasted it on the road, you must like it."
Have you tasted yet? Do you have any problems before you give them a confession?
He looked at my monument and couldn't see my glare and looked at it. He continued, "Now, I am going to take care of you."
what! He actually took over the door! I was shocked. Good boy! Killed me, and even took the sect that I built with my hand! Enough! But... although I also really want to say who has the ability to kill me, who is the seat of the door to whom to sit... But it is not because at that time confident that no one can kill me!
"There is a sword in my hand, and I slowly recovered my strength. I have gradually recovered the magical way of division."
what! I am shocked again! Is he going to take the position of the devil? That was originally the location of my bag!
"What you want, I am slowly helping you."
Yes! I want to be taken away by you!
This idiot thing, it really is here to show off!
I am so angry that I want to swindle. I am lying in the soil, he has to find it out, and telling these things makes me feel sad! How much he hates me! Obviously, I also saved him when he was a child! This is really a guy who will be envious!
I took the graveyard and only hated that I couldn't get up and kill him.
However, after exposing his achievements, he has not left yet, and he stood for a long while, and said it is extremely bitter: "Unfortunately, you can't see it."
what! Do you want me to see it with my own eyes? If I am alive now, I will not be mad at you every day for hundreds of eight times! This little boy is also poisoned!
I was furious, standing in front of the monument and staring at him until he turned away in the drizzle, and the ink was completely hidden in the night, and the anger of my heart could not be dissolved.
When I was alive, I never thought that he was actually such a shameless ugly.
I want to think about it, the more I want to hate it. I feel sorry for not reporting him to hate it. I am sorry for the growing grievances in my heart.
In the years when the tomb is floating, there are occasional other ghosts and ghosts who pass by here. I know from their mouths that there is a city of ghosts and ghosts in the place twenty miles away from my grave, dedicated to the lonely soul floating in the world. The wild ghost sells things.
The rare magic weapons I have seen before in life are more than their entire ghost market. I didn’t bother to look at it. Up to now, I think it's time to take a look at it. Find a way to repay the sun. I don't need too much time. It will allow me to go back and build a solid knife. I will be satisfied.
I asked the passing wild ghost, and I set off on the same day, swaying for three days, and finally drifted to twenty miles away...
I am tired.
It’s slow, and that’s why I haven’t left the grave for years.
Twenty miles, this has to be changed to me before, without cursing, can be rushed in a blink of an eye, and now, this soul body, half of the power is not, can only rely on their own. Fortunately at night, I can float a little by the night, and during the day, especially at noon, let alone float, I hate to bury myself in the soil.
This is the case with the ghost world, letting you be strong before you were alive, and a gas after death. In fact, there are different gases. The ghosts are much faster than me. Just like the hot wheels on the feet, the hula is gone, and the more ghosts, the faster and the more powerful, but the ghosts are When you live in a predecessor, you can't do without one inch of your own, and you can only turn around in your own circle.
The reason why I didn't become a devil, I thought about it, probably because I was not warm and not too hot.
It’s also a feeling of emotion. I want to sway my way, sway for a lifetime, and finally die so especially very ordinary.
I am not satisfied, I have to return to the sun, and die again. This time must be dead earth-shattering!
I found myself 10,000 reasons to return to the sun, I finally floated to the city of the dead, the ghost city is quiet, the ghosts and ghosts are doing their own business, I have been searching along the main road for a long time. Finally, I saw a grand storefront on the side of the road. There was a plaque hanging high on the door of the store. The white characters on the black background were twisted and twisted, and the three characters of "Return to the Soul Shop" were written.
I glanced inside, and the counter was covered with black cloth. There were several wooden cards hanging on the cloth, which were written in different times such as "Returning the soul half hour", "returning the soul one hour", "returning the soul one day" and so on. . I mean, I have counted the calculations. Now, Mo Qing takes over Wanchaomen, and there is a Wanshou sword. I have to rule the magic. I want to marry him. If I say less, I will have three or five months. This time is half an hour. Where is enough to play...
I still waited in the shop to look closely. Suddenly, a big knife crossed in front of me. I looked along the blade and saw that there were two ghosts on the door.
"What is your name?"
he ask me. I carried my hand and gave him a slanting look: "The dusty mountain road swayed."
He listened to my name and was not afraid. He took a mirror and talked with him. Then he put down the mirror and put a big knife in his hand: "You can't go in."
I raised my eyebrows: "I don't want to open the store, why?"
"You have no money in the underworld!"
I only felt an arrow in my heart, and I almost had to vomit for a moment. I have never bought anything in the ghost market, and I don’t know if they actually buy something like the sun. I pressed my temper and asked him: "Where is the ghost?"
"Let people burn you."
I am silent.
Who do I want to burn for me! In the past few years, I have been on the grave! His uncle only used a few roadsides to pick up the green skin fruit! This is not a tear!
I looked at the fangs again and tried my own. I finally had to sigh and admit my life and leave, letting the fangs laugh at me: "I have been dead for four or five years, no penny, a poor sour. I dare to come back to the soul shop."
He is telling the truth, I really have a temper and no gas.
I sighed all the way, and swayed for three days, but I drifted back to my graveyard.
Fortunately, when the ghost does not have to eat, or else there is no money to buy food, being starved to death is the biggest joke of my life.
I want to come to the feeling, my surname is Lu, Ming Qiong, the word is swaying, when I am alive, I should have the word "swaying", but now I am dead, but it is the word "Joan". When I was so poor, I had not eaten the bitterness of the first half of my life. Now I have planted it on this...
Unpredictable things, it is hard to expect!
I feel that I am revengeful and hopeless. When my ghosts are bleak, it is a thunderstorm night. I am watching the lightning and thunder in the grave. Suddenly, a string of rushing horseshoes came from far and near.
I saw a black horse galloping, a woman on the horseback was struggling, and she heard her screaming out loudly: "You let me go! I don't want to go with you!"
The man holding her behind her is only the voice of the horse, and she must not answer.
When the horse galloped to the grave of my grave, a red lightning flashed into the sky, and the thunder and thunder burst. The woman did not know how to earn a life. She actually planted it from the horse and slammed into me. Above the stone monument.
"咚", the blood splashed on the spot, I couldn't help but scream at the grave.
The woman slid down from my tablet and rolled into the mud. A nice, light pink dress was wrapped in mud on the ground. The man riding the horse was in an emergency. He did not wait for the horseshoe to stand still. He ran off the horse and climbed to the tombstone in a few big steps, and hugged the woman with a black face: "芷嫣"His rough voice is both heavy and painful, "Hey!"
I stood behind the man and watched the girl in his arms with him.
The girl's eyes were closed, and the mud on her face was mixed with blood. After a while, she was washed away by the pouring rain, revealing a pale face.
"Hey, this head hits without sorrow. I want to die." I groaned, feeling exhausted, suddenly the flash of light flashed, she died, died in front of my grave, is this God, let me try The legendary corpse resurrection?