After the game

It was Mingji's eyes.Those clean and clear eyes are exactly the same as the little ghost fire king.Song Yuhuo said: "We said earlier that someone replaced her, but now it seems that a mouse replaced the original owner."

"Have you noticed that Mingji's eyes are as clean as those of the little ghost fire king?"

The system nodded in agreement with him and said, "So, Mingling replaced Mingji?"

Song Yuhuo was not sure, and said, "It should be like this."

If the younger sister of Little Ghost Fire King was Ming Ji instead of Ming Ling, then the eighteen people who died in the last eighteen bones in the first half of the dream were the eighteen people Ming Ji died because of her.

When the next part of the dream began, the dream tunnel appeared twists and turns, like the tunnel that he had just entered the game.The direction of the dream is bright all night, and the road ahead is dazzling and cramped.The whole space is cramped and cramped, making it hard to breathe.

After a glance, the system said uncertainly, "This seems to be..."

When dreaming, people always have some resistance, fear of what they see, and the consciousness can always intervene. Therefore, the person in the dream does not dream clearly.The next dream went through the time tunnel, as if another period of time was inserted, and it was like a branch of a tree piercing the branch of another tree, and the two dreams were intertwined and complicated.

This palpitating last dream is like stepping into the territory of the devil. The devil asks you whether you want to go down a thousand-story demon tower or an abyss tens of thousands of feet deep.

Jian Yiqiu clenched his fists and was about to fight back, when he heard the man lower his voice and say, "My lord." He let out a sigh of relief, loosened his fists, and signaled the little ghost fire king to let him go.Jian Yiqiu turned around and sighed silently, as if all expectations were relieved like a balloon.He thought that only Song Yuhuo could do such a thing.

Hell was originally empty, and all the undead in the world passed through the ferry city.Ferry City Ferry City, as the name suggests, ferries the undead.All kinds of undead in the world can pass through the ferry city.

The little ghost fire king doesn't know that there have been so many ghosts in hell in the past few hundred years.Those who can't cross are called wraiths. The undead already carry the resentment from the previous life, and they can't cross when they are ferrying. I'm afraid their anger is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.Therefore, the duty of the ferryman is to ferry the undead and appease the undead.

The little ghost fire king just dragged Jian Yiqiu to a stone and covered his mouth.However, at this moment, someone laughed and cried, "Wraith, Wraith, have you ever heard of my loneliness for a hundred years?"

"Some people are alone, some have nothing to worry about; some are leftovers, some are delicacies; some are going to hell, and some are in heaven."

"The one who goes to hell is me."

"It's her who goes to heaven."

"She lied to me, lied to me, and killed my whole family."

"I would like to..."

Every word punishes the heart, every word screams blood, as if every word is bleeding, the painful person is exhausted and powerless.

The little ghost fire king's eyes froze, and he recklessly wanted to rush into hell, "No! She's going to launch a resentful spirit to turn against my ferry city!"

After the little ghost fire king smelled that the smell in the ferry city was different from usual, he wanted to go to hell to take a look, but he caught a sneaky Jian Yiqiu, and saw this scene again.

After hearing the voice of that person, thousands of wraiths struggled to break free from the shackles, and the shackles tightly bound the wraiths. Thousands of black water trickled out from under the wraiths and formed a long black river, as if gushing from the sky. It came and exploded from the ground to the sky.Tens of millions of black water wiped out the little ghost fire king and Jian Yiqiu.

As soon as the thousands of resentful spirits move, the shackles become tighter. The body that imprisons the resentful spirits is like moldy meat, with black blood vessels popping up, and the capillaries along the blood vessels are like tiny roots of trees, and each root is erected. A towering tree.A black light lit up, and the light of thousands of wraiths also lit up. That black light was in the center, and thousands of wraiths floated towards it with their shackles.

The little ghost fire king was sprayed with black water on his face. After smearing the black water, he poked his head up and felt cold, and cursed at the man's back: "Ming Ji, you're going to fucking hell! You're going to die without a trace. The place of burial!"

"I would like to sacrifice my life." Mingji choked up and finished the last sentence, then knelt down as soon as her body softened.

However, at this moment, Jian Yiqiu squinted his eyes for fear that the black water would flow into his eyes, and saw the most dazzling scene through the gap. Thousands of small black water fell from the sky, and between the black water, the brightest light was like The sun illuminated the entire hell, and it was at this time that the wraith formed a huge beast. It stood up from the black water, flicked its tail, and all the shackles were broken in an instant.Its body is so huge that it seems that the entire hall of hell will not be able to accommodate it.

That person was lifted up by the Wraith Spirit Beast and sat on its neck, completely ignoring the filthiness of the black water. She raised her head and laughed, a line of clear tears streaming down the corner of her eyes, "Haha... I am in hell , Why are you afraid of going to hell, I am already dead without a burial place, so why am I afraid of dying without a burial?"

She looked in the direction of the little ghost fire king, showing a smile like Mingling, flattering but not flirtatious, "Brother, look at me."

The little ghost fire king scolded: "You are crazy."

Mingji smiled, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and looked at the little ghost fire king with a complicated expression.After just one glance, he retracted his eyes indifferently.

The Wraith Beast grew black tumor-like wings and smashed into the hell. Before the hell burst, Mingji smiled again. This time, the smile was clean and bright like peeling off discrete glass candies.

The entire hell was crushed by the wraith beast, and the eternal light that originally represented the light in the black hall was completely extinguished.The wind blows through the black water on the neck, as if smashing the moon.

Song Yuhuo woke up earlier than Ming Ling, and when he woke up, he had a splitting headache. He leaned against the wall and stood up, raising his head.When I looked up, I saw the moon outside the window, a full moon.It was as if something was stirring the tide in such a night.

Mingling was still asleep.But Song Yuhuo's intuition told him that something was wrong, but he couldn't remember what was wrong.Until he walked out, he saw a black mark far away across the moon and down to his feet.

It turned out to be a black tide, and there was a layer of dirty sludge in the black tide.But this kind of black water, dirty and unsightly, and the moon reflected in the middle of the water form a strange beauty.

He stared straight at the black tide, and then remembered that Jian Yiqiu hadn't come back yet.The one who promised to be back in a little while.

His head hurts badly, I'm afraid it's the sequelae of a dream, and his heart is full of goosebumps, like a cat's claws rubbing white marks on a wallboard.Song Yuhuo wanted to scold someone, but who would he scold?When he saw the moon, he wanted to scold Jian Yiqiu.

Want to call him a liar.

He wasn't panicking, but his heart was empty as if he had lost something.He was too lazy to delve into such feelings, thinking about going to find Jian Yiqiu first.

He recalled the direction Jian Yiqiu was running in, and lost his direction within a few steps.The black water accumulated deeper and deeper, much deeper than the direction it came from.It seems that if you go there, the water will get deeper and deeper.

Tonight's moon is extraordinarily round and also extraordinarily bleak.Everything is like this, eternally unchanged, as if frozen forever.

Song Yuhuo couldn't figure it out, looking at the moon, he thought of Jian Yiqiu again.The name Jian Yiqiu is well-accepted, and its homonym is Jian Yiqiu, and Qiu always reminds people of the moon, the moon in autumn.He knew that Jian Yiqiu was fine, without him, he believed in his intuition, without any reason to believe it.

But he couldn't help but think of Jian Yiqiu.It was good when Jian Yiqiu was by his side, he never thought of it, and in the few days after the college entrance examination, he never thought of it, he only thought of Jian Yiqiu when he asked Jian Yiqiu to play games.

Jian Yiqiu has only been condensed into the three words Jian Yiqiu in his three-year memory.In fact, this is what he couldn't understand the most, why a game made the Jian Yiqiu he knew come alive again.He didn't want to spend extra time thinking about these things, but he didn't understand what kind of thoughts Jian Yiqiu was hiding for him.

When he thought of this, it was as if a thunderbolt had pierced him, and he ran through the forests, thinking as he ran.He knew it all along, he just didn't dare to admit it.

The black water was getting deeper and deeper and had already filled his chest, and the splash he waded into beat his "thumping" heart.It was at this time that he said to the system: "I've made up my mind. If I win the game, I'll choose 82 years. I'm already old. It's just right to live to be a hundred years old."

"This is just right, to be brothers with Jian Yiqiu for a lifetime." Song Yuhuo said softly, the moonlight illuminated his gentle eyes like a star lamp.

The system said something nonsensical, it said: "What if... Jian Yiqiu doesn't survive?"

He fell into silence suddenly, a feeling that was difficult to express, like the complicated and intertwined dreams of this night, with mixed flavors.

It is difficult to stabilize a person standing in the black water. The buoyancy and pressure of the water are like a pair of big palms preventing people from moving forward.The black water in front of his chest rippled through the shimmering moonlight, and the moon in the water was the most fragile thing in the world.

Black water, moon.The simplest two things, one is dirty and the other is clean and bright.

Song Yuhuo finally waded into the deeper black water, and when the water was about to overflow his neck, he finally saw Jian Yiqiu.

That was Jian Yiqiu who was wearing the white clothes at the beginning of this instance.The water is so deep, Song Yuhuo can't see what Jian Yiqiu is wearing, at most he can only see Jian Yiqiu's white collar, but he just thinks of Jian Yiqiu's rustling appearance in white clothes, it really looks like ancient elegance scholar.

He saw his Jian Yiqiu stretching his neck as much as possible to prevent the black water from submerging his chin.

Song Yuhuo thought it was silly, a white swan bragging about foolishly.Thinking of this, he laughed, the tails of his eyes hooked to the ends of a lock of hair that fell from his forehead, and his eyes were full of sparks.