But the man knew that Yin Xiaoshen couldn't understand, so he didn't explain much. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yin Xiaoshen, who is still a normal human being, naturally thinks that it is the fox spirit.

The past is unbearable, Yin Xiaoshen went down to rest halfway, watching those ghosts and phantoms on the stage, playing the ** drama of fox spirits hooking up with white-faced people. Suddenly I had an epiphany, these are all my own imaginations.

I don't know what kind of cultivation is in the world, what kind of dialogue the two of them get along with, and I haven't seen it in those real me.

Yin Xiaoshen suddenly felt a sense of loss, and when he came back, he felt that his death was not worth it.

How she died, I can fully recall.

On that day, Rao thought that she had made a comprehensive understanding of the cultivation world that was completely different from the mortal world, but it was still not enough.

She had misestimated the combat power of a cultivator.

On the stage, Yin Xiaoshen once again faced the third party in his heart, Liu Roushuang.

Even though it is a phantom, it is angry when it is lost.

But that passionate, transcendent beauty is very well imitated.

Yin Xiaoshen was very happy to find that it was very good, he was not even jealous if he had no emotions.

Suddenly, I didn't want to be slapped to death under the staring of so many pairs of eyes.

Yin Xiaoshen stretched out his hand.

Liu Rou's lifeless eyes stared at her, and then dissipated little by little in Yin Xiaoshen's slightly trembling hands.

The ghost underneath was inverted.

This situation is not unprecedented, and the ghost can't stand the plot again. Just let the phantom dissipate.

After all, this is just a play, and the phantom in the play is the illusion of the past in the protagonist's heart.

The ghost man had been resting in the audience, but when he saw this, he said: "Sister, it's good that you didn't leave him a seed, or you still have a bond hanging you in the world, then it won't be good." Now that you're here, you can do it all over again. ”

There is another ghost who likes to raise the bar: "We are already dead people, how can we do it again!"

The ghost man scratched his scalp: "I've died once, can I die again!?" ”

The pole-raising ghost said: "Damn, I know that you don't use your brains for anything." We didn't go to reincarnation when we died, do you think it's normal? I'm worried that one day we will be punished! ”

As soon as the word punishment came out, all the ghosts fell silent.

A faint female voice came from the stage: "It's not that we want to avoid reincarnation, why should God punish us?" Yin Xiaoshen, who came back to his senses, was full of calm.

Yin Xiaoshen looked away a little.

"Phew! I'm afraid that this thief will not be long-sighted, and he will not tell you whether he wants to or not. If he only cares about the result, we will not bump into these accidents. ”

The theory of reincarnation is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people in the mortal world, and has been heard in detail in every dynasty and generation. These ghosts still follow the sunrise and sunset when they come here, as if they are in the mortal world, and the more time passes, the more terrifying they become.

They are already ghosts, and they don't go to reincarnation and no one tells them what to do. It can only be dragged on day by day.

But there are no joys, sorrows, or kinship. It's really a lonely ghost.

Yin Xiaoshen couldn't help but ask curiously, "I don't know, who has been here the longest?" ”

She stood tall and had just finished acting her life. There are not a few sympathizers.

Then a ghost replied, "I played with you." ”

Yin Xiaoshen looked at the ghost man.

The ghost man pondered, "No, I remember that I ate a bowl of noodles here when I came." It's really a bad daddy, it melts as soon as you eat it. ”

Yin Xiaoshen said: "Could it be the boss who sells noodles?" ”

The ghost who raised the bar just now said: "Go and ask Lao Zhang, who sells noodles." ”

This wave of ghosts didn't have anything to do, so they went to find noodles in a hurry.

No one noticed that in the distance, a crimson cloud of fire gradually appeared on the black-blue blue sky.

Yin Xiaoshen was mixed in the group of ghosts, and there was a faint uneasiness in his heart.

She remembered that the boss had said that he had been here for forty or fifty years, or four or five hundred years.

Ten years is not the difference between a hundred years.

At the beginning, she did enough to understand the cultivation world for her husband, and there were many descriptions of the ghost world.

She still remembers that one of them said that ghosts are intangible things, and it is several times more difficult to cultivate the truth than to be born as a human, demon, spirit, or strange, and the most important thing is to avoid reincarnation, but after avoiding reincarnation, there is only 500 years to cultivate into a monster. The time of 500 years is really tight and tight, difficult and difficult. Everyone only has six paths of reincarnation in the ghost realm, but there is also a seventh channel specially prepared for ghosts. It can be cleaved at any time when it is cultivating.

Ghosts only have five hundred years to maintain their ghost form, and if they are lucky enough to avoid the seventh reincarnation but can't cultivate into monsters in a limited time, they will also disperse without a trace.

Noodle stalls, quietly.

It seems quieter in front of a bunch of fluttering ghosts.

Lao Zhang is not there.

The ghost of the pole raised the bar and said strangely: "Didn't Lao Zhang tell everyone not to forget to reward, how could he not go by himself." ”

If it is ordinary, this pole-raising ghost will see that there is nothing to be interesting about, and he will leave without caring about himself.

At this time, he was vigilant.

He cautiously walked to the river and dropped Lao Zhang's commonly used noodle chopsticks.

Chopsticks enter the water silently.

The water of the river was originally black, but when the chopsticks entered the water, it gradually turned into a pool of blue and scattered.

Everywhere the cyan went, it became a picture outlined in black and blue.

The image in the picture slowly appears, and the scene on the way gradually moves.

In front of the noodle stall, Lao Zhang looked left and right, but saw that no one came again. Reach for the dishes and chopsticks on the table.

Lao Zhang Yi stretched out his hand and didn't touch the bowl, but when he looked at it, his arms were gradually dissipating. It's almost to the chest.

This look was panicked, and he seemed to have to stretch out his other hand to grab it.

The left hand also began to dissipate.

Lao Zhang roared a few times, but there was not a single ghost between the four streets.

The screaming stopped.

Lao Zhang's throat is already transparent.

In the end, Lao Zhang's whole body was transparent, and the original cyan ghost qi turned into nothing little by little.

Lao Zhang is gone.

The pole bearer stood up and said, "I know that this place is not so stable. It's so desperate to be dead. ”

The ghost man in the group of ghosts was already in a strong body, and he was rough and made his mother desperate when he was alive, and his virtue did not change after death. At this time, he saw the vision in the river and shouted: "What's the matter! What's going on! When Lao Tzu came here, he was only a few years later than Lao Zhang, is Lao Tzu going to disappear too! Isn't it! Isn't it! Whoever raises the bar, explain it to Lao Tzu! Many ghosts jumped up and screamed to vent when he shouted like this.

The ghost who raised the bar was no less frightened than the ghost man, and he saw that the ghosts began to riot. He shouted: "Every day Lao Tzu Lao Tzu shouts, I'm annoyed if you don't bother me." All go home! From today on, there is no such person as Lao Zhang here! Ahh Ghost! What to do, what to do! ”

His words were powerless, and the demons were still in turmoil.

Yin Xiaoshen suddenly raised his hand and pointed at the sky: "What is that?" ”

Her voice was crisp and stood out in the midst of the commotion.

There are many ghosts who subconsciously look up at the sky.

Immediately after, one by one, there were exclamations.

"Wow~" "Wow~" "Wow~"