The petals on the other side adhered to the surface of my body, wisps of blood were constantly sipped, and the feeling of weakness was strengthened. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The main consciousness is asleep, but the subconscious is still there.

You can vaguely sense everything, and the petals on the other side are like demons, each petal is ruddy and shiny and shiny.

According to legend, the other side of the flower was a beautiful woman, who lost her most beloved man, and she heard that after death, she would go to hell to wait.

Thousands of waits, never see the beloved man appear, every time I cry, the teardrops are as red as blood diamonds, and the dripping ground will bloom into a bright red flower like a peacock opening the screen, bewitching and elegant.

The woman doesn't know that one day in the world is a hundred years in the underworld.

The years passed by, and the woman was old, but the man she was waiting for did not appear, until one day, a demon passed by here, and could not bear to tell him about it for a while.

After the demon left, the woman smiled miserably, and her old body slowly fell backwards, and at that moment there was no sign of life, but when she completely fell to the ground, her appearance recovered, and her white dress also turned into a red dress.

"If you don't show up for a day, I'll wait for a hundred years. ”

These were the last words she left, and since then, the woman's body has not been found, and a bewitching and bright red flower has bloomed all over the Yellow Springs roadside.

This flower is called the flower of the other side, which also means waiting.

Subconsciously, related events emerge that seem unrelated to the time, but are actually related.

The Black Rakshasa had fallen in love with a human woman a long time ago, and for this woman he did not hesitate to break his promise to the Buddha, and went to the human world to have a tryst with this woman, but he couldn't change his devouring nature.

The black Rakshasa mistakenly thought that the woman disliked his ugly appearance, and wantonly killed in the human world, causing the Buddha to suppress him, the scepter was taken away, and half of the source of mana was lost, and he was imprisoned on the top of the black cliff, and he suffered lightning strikes for eternity and slashed by the heavenly sword.

When the woman learned of this, she prayed to the Buddha, and the Buddha knew what she meant, but after all, the Black Rakshasa had committed murder and could not be easily released.

However, the Buddha made a covenant with the woman, and as long as she could move the Black Rakshasa and reincarnate her as a human being, the two of them would be married for generations.

As for what happened in the end, no one knows.

Some people say that the black Rakshasa killed the woman and drank the blood of the woman's heart, and some people say that the black Rakshasa was finally moved, raised his head and reincarnated as a human, and some people said that the woman knew that she could not move the black Rakshasa so she went to hell and waited for the Black Rakshasa in the hope that it would one day turn back to the shore.

Many rumors abound.

There seems to be no related gossip, but I vaguely caught a trace.

The flower on the other side is also waiting, if the rumors are combined, is it the flower on the other side that this woman has turned into?

Perhaps my mind was sensed, and the petals of the other side that adhered to my body actually detached from my body, which made my obsessed main consciousness begin to revive.

When the last petal of the flower left, the petals turned into a beautiful woman dressed in red in my open eyes, fluttering like a fairy, jade feet stepping lightly into the void, and red lips rich in moisture.

"Who are you?"

"The little woman is the person who has an appointment with the Buddha in the mind of the childe. ”

I stood up and shouted, my breath continued to rise, and I regained my original strength in an instant.

Flying high in the air and confronting it, the atmosphere between the two sides is very delicate.

"You're fallen!"

In the black and gold eyes, there are wonderful fluctuations spreading, invisible ripples forming a field, protecting me in it.

"It's not that the little girl is falling, but that the son shouldn't be nosy. ”

I pressed forward and said disdainfully, "How nosy am I? Do you know how many people he killed?!"

"Why aren't you?" the woman asked me.

"What do you mean!"

The Black Rakshasa approached, standing beside the woman, blocking half of her body, and it was obvious that he cared about the person.

"Stinky boy, dare to bully my wife, watch the cane!"

If you don't agree with each other, you start fighting, which is very in line with the personality of Black Rakshasa .

I was about to fight back, but the Black Rakshasa suddenly looked palpable, and the staff couldn't be knocked down, and it was fixed in the air.

A figure emerged, as if born out of thin air.

Dressed in red leaf-like silk and satin, his facial features are exquisite, but he is covered by heavy makeup, unusually white, and his lips are strangely red.

"Onihime!" I blurted out, causing the woman to giggle.

"Yo, husband, do you remember Mrs. Ben?"

The woman who appeared was the Ghost Mother, the Mother of All Ghosts.

With a flick of the jade hand, the Black Rakshasa spurted blood from his mouth and nose, and flew upside down, and the scepter pierced into his chest, causing him to be wounded even more.

Seeing this scene, my pupils shrank suddenly, this strength is terrifying, just a wave of the hand, the black rakshasa is like a weaker baby, and he is seriously injured in an instant.

The woman in red clothes of the "Xianggong ......" followed the black rakshasa closely, and suddenly red petals appeared in the sky, with a fragrant fragrance.

A purple cloud appeared next to the ghost queen, and the cloud came to me, and with a light touch of my hand, I found that I couldn't move, and my fingers stayed an inch at the center of my eyebrows.

"Husband, haven't you thought of me yet?" Ghost Ji's face was pitiful, and the look of relatives made my heart move.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, the thick pink outfit looked quite weird, staring at me deeply for a long time, and finally covering his mouth and chuckling, I felt that after I could move, my body continued to retreat.

The ghost queen is like a shadow, and the atmosphere between the two of us is weird.

One kept retreating with a solemn face, and the other followed with a chuckle of enjoyment, fluttering like a fairy.

"Husband still refuses to wake up?"

I'm silent, wake up your sister, Lao Tzu is Lao Tzu, I don't know you at all, how can I wake up?

"If the husband doesn't speak again, the ghost will stop you!"

The ghost queen seems to be uninhibited and unrestrained, but once she gets angry, she is full of majesty.

Now chuckle and say to freeze me, if you really lie to her, it's a joke, she doesn't have time to joke with you.

I froze, the ghost in my eyes enlarged until she leaned against my body, and my hands caressed my cheeks, my fangs, the tip of my nose, my eyes, my eyebrows...... Every move is extremely ambiguous, like an infatuated woman born for love.

But I admit that she wouldn't be a gentle wife.

"The cool breeze has a letter, the autumn moon is boundless, and I think of the Jun complex like a year, although I am not a shy flower in the closed moon, sinking fish and geese, but I have a broad mind to experience joys and sorrows with you. Ghost Ji exhaled like an orchid, licked my left cheek with a warm red tongue, and whispered softly in my ear: "Husband, it's time to wake up!"

This sentence was like the bright moon shining into the burrow, and it was a ray of wisdom that crossed my heart, and many memories continued to emerge in an instant, and my eyes were temporarily empty.

I'm digesting, I'm reminiscing, I'm reminiscing.

Suddenly, my eyes were bright, looking at the ghost queen in front of me, my heart was like a five-flavor bottle being knocked over, and for a while indescribable emotions such as sweet and sour emotions emerged, I hugged the ghost queen, buried my head deep between her neck, and the black silk rose and fell again. (To be continued.) )