Beyond the Divine States Chapter 95: : Lantern

Only under the tall building, among the noisy voices, Ning Changjiu keenly heard the mechanism in Qin’s abdomen trip and the sound of the blade popping out, and he also caught the sudden smell of blood, but he had not had time to think about it. Turning into a complete idea, everything happened in front of you like a flash of light.

Ning Xiaoling saw such an abnormal change and called out her brother's name in a low voice. Amidst the confusion, she suddenly recalled her weakness a few days ago, and her shame made her cheeks blush, forcing calm and sanity back. In my mind.

This songlou girl was born with a natural beauty. She had survived for more than ten years, and it happened at the time of peace. The day of flowing gold and silver was just around the corner. However, on the eve of the coming of the New Year, she committed suicide by falling from the building without warning.

The brightly-dressed fat woman was crying and cursing on the tall building, with the silk in her hands wiped her face, and angrily overturned the case of Qin Se Pipa and Gu Jiayu in the attic.

And downstairs, the crowd around the woman’s corpse has dispersed in a circle, everything happened too quickly and too quickly, and everyone’s whispering talk was only fragmentary, even if the rumors had not yet formed, it was just a brain After making up for the bullying and oppression of the old bustard, she endured every possible means and finally could not bear the humiliation. She chose to fall to the singing tower and kill her life in full view today.

As for what happened suddenly, the old man by the sandy water remained silent, walking slowly along the embankment.

I don't know if he is too old to pay attention to the confusion in that place, or because everything is within his expectations.

Ning Xiaoling is still thinking about the reasons for all this, but Ning Changjiu has turned her head back.

On the other side of the long bridge, there are two people standing there for no reason. One of them is covered with a black cloth in front of his eyes, holding a handful of erhu in his hands, and the other is still wearing plain clothes, bare-footed and thin. Like a girl with a bamboo pole.

They looked over here, and the two of them said something, but they were strangely quiet, as if it were just a phantom hanging next to a willow branch.

"Sister Mian'er is also dead." The girl said.

"She deserved to die more than ten years ago." The man could not see anything, but he seemed to be able to understand everything: "It's just that when she dies now, she is getting something great."

"Can we... really live forever?" the girl asked.

"I don't know." The man replied: "But this is Mingjun's will."

"Mingjun..."

"The lonely souls and ghosts have traveled for too long, so they should return to their country."

"Does Mingjun really exist?"

"We will see him soon."

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"Who is Mingjun?"

Their conversation was interrupted.

A young man in white appeared next to them at some point, his eyes seemed to penetrate the barrier between yin and yang, and he could clearly see their faces.

The girl was slightly startled, then raised her head, looking at him with some timidity, and said: "You can see us?"

Ning Xiaoling followed him before standing still. The girl’s words made her mind explode. She suddenly raised her head, staring at the little girl who had been donated by her yesterday, and suddenly noticed. A striking scar was added to her neck, even if it was a spiritual body, the scar was still new, and there seemed to be countless dense, black-and-white entangled soul worms squirming between the flesh and blood.

Ning Xiaoling stared at the scar and asked: "Are you dead?"

The girl shook her head and said: "No, we are not qualified to be in charge of our own lives. Only when the Lord wants us to die can we dare to die."

Ning Changjiu asked: "Who is your master?"

When he asked, he didn't look at the girl, but at the man covered with black cloth.

The man noticed his gaze, but remained silent.

The girl smiled and said: "Are you a cultivator? I advise you to go faster. You may have some means among the gods. Why should you stay in this city if you want to live forever? Stay with us and wait for Mingjun to come with peace of mind."

Ning Changjiu sighed, "You were cheated."

The girl didn't believe it at all, and said: "Look, we are dead but still alive. This is the mighty power of King Ming. If everyone is like us, Linhe City can become the city of eternal life." /

Ning Changjiu said: "There is no eternal life in the world."

It was the man who spoke this time. His clothes and accessories were all black. At this moment, standing in the night, he could only see his rough skin clearly.

He "looked at" Ning Changjiu with a serious expression: "In Mingjun's kingdom, death is eternal life."

The girl looked at the little girl with a faint look of fear and fear in the Taoist robe. Yingyingfu lowered her body and said: "Thank you for the money the girl has rewarded. If I could meet someone like a girl in the early years, I... ...Not so much."

Ning Xiaoling stared at her, but the spiritual power on her body had exploded from every pore. She was like a vigilant kitten with sharp claws between her sleeves, but the brother had not yet spoken. She did not move rashly.

The girl looked at her and smiled, then suddenly pointed to her behind, and said: "Look, who is behind you?"

Ning Xiaoling frowned, but those words seemed magical, prompting her to really turn her head, and then Ning Xiaoling's body became tighter, like an arrow about to break a string.

She saw a woman with clouds stacked on her temples, graceful and sad like an apricot blossom.

It was the singer who had fallen and died before but now appeared in front of them in a ghostly posture.

"Soul...how can a ghost be complete?" Ning Xiaoling's hand squeezed tightly, resisting the urge to blow it away, and asked in a cold voice.

According to what the master said during the lecture, in this world, after death, the three souls and six souls can only condense for a while, and then they will disperse like smoke on sandalwood, unless it is a successful cultivation. People, after death, can try to make their souls last, and even wander in the world as heroic spirits, but she is convinced that the singer and the dancing girl in front of her are just ordinary people, but why they can condense into a complete soul after death .

As soon as this question appeared, she had an answer in her heart, which shows that there is another expert in this city, and a master who is proficient in the art of ghosts!

And the soul of the girl in the opera house, even if she is dead, still carries a long-lasting grievance. She has a gloomy look and did not answer Ning Xiaoling’s question. Instead, she turned her body a little and looked at the lights in the attic. There, there are still many people talking about her body.

The girl admired Ning Xiaoling’s suppressed panic, and whispered in a low voice, “Which monk are you from Xianshan? You probably haven’t experienced any miserable days, this sister behind you, before But the royal princess of Liang, when the country of Xuan destroyed the surrounding small countries, her mother..."

"Shut up!" The girl in the karaoke house finally spoke, her poignant and beautiful face has been stained with the unique ferocity of a ghost.

Ning Changjiu also didn't have the mood and time to tell about his past misery. He patted Ning Xiaoling, and said something to her, and Ning Xiaoling could also feel the tension of her brother at the moment. Feeling, quickly nodded vigorously.

"Brother, don't worry!"

As soon as the voice fell, Ning Changjiu's figure disappeared in place, while Ning Xiaoling ran in the other direction.

None of the three souls meant to stop them.

The girl looked at the location where Ning Changjiu was going, with a faint expression: "Nothing will go wrong, right?" The man still held the erhu steadily and said: "Ming Ming is a foregone conclusion. Can't live."

The girl also seemed to be relieved. She sat on the railing of the long bridge, beat the railing with her palm, and started humming the tune of that day.

"The tree yellow bird went, the white snow piled up the monuments, the ferry boat went away, the reed flower has been snowing for a few years, and the pearl yellow jade is old, sigh and sigh."

In the end, her words kept lingering on how to do it. From the beginning of the pearl and the jade to the dry and gloomy wind, her face was crippled, and her eyes, which were still somewhat human, gradually became dark.

And beside the sand and water, the old man also stopped.

The middle-aged man looked at him, wondering what surprising words his husband was going to say.

But the old man said nothing. The man realized that today the old man seemed to have said everything he wanted to say. What does this mean? Could it be that the old gentleman is about to die? Impossible, sir obviously...

His thoughts moved like this, he looked at the old man he respected very much, and wanted to come forward to persuade him, but he wanted to stop.

The old man didn't look at him again, nor did he bother about the hustle and bustle by the long bridge, as if the whole world had nothing to do with him.

He closed his eyes and began to remember his life.

Born and raised in Linhe City, a poor family, a hump-backed mother, an honest father, a bag of rice and needlework to save him for fame and fame, when he returned to his hometown and took office, he was full of spirits, his parents died one after another, Ziyu In the sorrow of raising relatives, the chaos of war suddenly came, all the destruction was torn down and then re-emerged, the disaster swept through to the reconstruction, the struggle between the country and the city, the new life seen in the toil...

Then everything fell apart again.

The old man closed his eyes. He has to make a decision. This decision would have shocked the city for several years, but not tonight, because tonight is too chaotic, and after tonight, it won’t be anymore. ...

"Don't!" The middle-aged man suddenly exclaimed.

But he couldn't speak enough, and the old man had already jumped and jumped into the sandy water.

The thumping sound of falling into the water did not sound for a long time. The picture seemed to be frozen here. The middle-aged man opened his eyes wide and looked at the scene in front of him, shocked.

I saw a young man in white who did not know when he appeared in front of him. While the old man was still in the air, he was pulled back by Ning Changjiu's clothes on his back.

"Who is Mingjun? Who instigated you?"

Ning Changjiu grabbed the back of the old man’s neck and pinned him away, staring into his eyes, and wanted to use the art of soul piercing to directly torture the secrets of his heart, and his gaze hit the other side. When the future has time to explore a sentence formed.

With a snap, the old man's walking stick fell into the river, and his eyes instantly disappeared.

Ning Changjiu was taken aback and found that he had inserted a dark dagger into his back.

Dao Xin's vigilance made him look up immediately.

On the tall building on the opposite bank, a pair of white eyes stared at him from a distance, and the man wrapped his body in a black robe, only showing eyes that glowed in the night.

The man made a provocative gesture at him from a distance, then he fell back and fell into the middle of the heavy house, and fell into the dark night in a blink of an eye.

The old man has no more interest.

Soon, the old man who was hailed as the iron-blooded Yama when he was young will become the real Yama.

Before the old man died, Ning Changjiu had only time to usurp two words from his consciousness-lantern.

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(ps: There are two more chapters in the evening!)