Daily life of soul-suppressing husband and wife

Gui Mian went down the mountain, and spent a few days in a daze among the lamentation and emotion of the villagers.

"Young man, young man." The uncle will pity the few dry food and stuff it into Ghost Mian's hands: "I think you have been in a daze for several days, eat something quickly. Don't worry, Zhongshan God will definitely bless us safe !"

"Zhong Shan, Zhong Shan, Ziwen, Ziwen..." Guimian rubbed the golden mask back and forth with his fingertips, greedily absorbing the breath from it.

Suddenly, a strange touch came from the fingertips.

The ghost mask touched it back and forth a few times, and recognized the words on the mask - "ghost mask."

Recall: "Zhong Shan, someone named my brother a few days ago."

Zhong Shan drank the wine and smiled: "Why, you little devil is envious?"

"His name is Shen Wei."

"Oh, it's a very human-like name, but it doesn't suit you." Zhong Shan rested his chin and looked at the young monster's face carefully: "You are so beautiful, you should have a...um, a unique name."

The boy's eyes sparkled: "What is it? What is it? Tell me quickly."

"Why are you in a hurry. In the future... there will be opportunities to tell you."

So... this... is the so-called opportunity?

The ghost face rushed out of the door in a daze, and went straight to the peak of Zhongshan.

The evening glow in the mountains reflects the sky, igniting the scenery of thousands of miles.The sun is dyed with red clouds, and the winter wind is wild. The old house where the two used to talk and laugh has only a few tiles left, which is extremely bleak.

The ghost face walked towards the "home" with heavy steps with difficulty.

"Guisu" seemed to have heard the sound thousands of miles away, and turned his head slowly, blood-stained his originally clear facial features.Jiang Ziwen really saw him, and pulled away a tired and bitter smile——little ghost, ghost face, I, I might be about to slip my tongue.Then, slumped down.

"Ziwen!" Guimian rushed to his side at the fastest speed in his life, and tremblingly helped the hero in the pool of blood: "Ziwen..."

Jiang Ziwen struggled to open his eyes, but his eyes had already begun to lose their focus.

"Ashamed... you, you're home..."

"Yes, Ziwen, I'm back, I'm back." The ghost face broke down in tears: "I, I saw the name on the mask..."

"That's yours..." Jiang Ziwen said with difficulty: "I wanted to give it to you a long time ago, Hua Kunlun put a mask on 'his' name...you, cough cough, you are too kind...this world is not peaceful, you You can't do this...put on a mask...I hope that the feelings in your bones can allow you to safely pass through this era where the winner is king...the age of gods..." He raised his hand, as if to grab the lost touch Sunshine: "It's about to pass..."

In the sky, the light of colorful stones is gently planted and shining.

"You are safe, I won, there are no more monsters..."

Jiang Ziwen's smaller and smaller murmurs made Ghost Face realize that death was approaching: "Didn't you say you won't die, didn't you say you would take me to the market, didn't you say you wanted to marry me?!"

Jiang Ziwen moved his lips, with endless apologies in his eyes.

"Since you don't admire the position of God, why do you do God's work?!"

"Guowei... I can bear God... that is, I can't bear this common people..." Jiang Ziwen tilted his head slightly on the slightly thin chest of the ghost face. He saw that the people at the foot of the mountain knelt on the ground and grabbed the ground with their heads, thanking them for their joint efforts. The deity of Zhongshan - Zhongshan.

Jiang Ziwen smiled with satisfaction, and only in this world, he said the last blessing in a godly tone: "Ghost face, I wish you happiness." Where there is no me, I hope you can be happy...

"This... is the final ending?" Jiang Yunfeng asked as calmly as possible in the memories he and the ghost face built.

"How could it be?" Ghost Mian smiled sadly: "I don't want to be a widow yet."

"Ghost face, I wish you happiness..." - that was the first time he called his name.However, the dream is too short to be captured.

It was only when Jiang Ziwen's spiritual body gradually turned into nothingness that Ghost Face realized that the person in his arms was dead.

"Ziwen, no...you won't lie to me..."

The entire Zhongshan began to disintegrate.

"No... no, you won't die... Zhong Shan, you are a god, you are the god of creation, how could you die, how could it be possible!!" The forbidden law that I saw when I was a ghost.The preparation of the ghost king, using two souls and five souls as sacrifices, making the ancient soul return array map will destroy eleven (five-tenths) of the godhead of one god. If the godhead is lost, the god is not a god, and can enter reincarnation, but there is no longer a border , the number of reincarnations will also be different from ordinary people.

Preparations for the ghost king... Shen Wei is a candidate for the ghost king, and his twin self can more or less...

He didn't think too much in a hurry, and immediately decided to let go of his soul.

Landslides and landslides are still going on, but Jiang Ziwen's body is also constantly materializing.

Success?

At the same time, Shen Wei and Kunlun rushed to the peak of Zhongshan Mountain.

"You...killed Zhong Shanshen?" The two spoke in unison.

The ghost face touched Jiang Ziwen's cold face with nostalgia, and said in his heart: "Two souls and five souls have fallen, I... can I still remember you? Then you with a broken godhead—how much will you remember me?"

"I...killed Zhong Shan...god." Guimian threw Jiang Ziwen's body out of the crack in the mountain, resigned himself to his fate, and looked at his lover who was fading away and the bondage of his brother Jialai, and said silently: " Ziwen...wait for me."

After a while, Zhong Shan returned to peace.

"Shen Wei..."

Shen Wei sighed deeply: "It's safer for me to lock him than anyone else, isn't it?"

"Yes……"

"As for Zhongshan God..."

"When the god dies, the body disappears... let's... let's go."