Bi An didn't expect that Xu Sanduo would choose to die with Yan Geling, Xu Sanduo's lifespan is more than that, such an accident is a relatively big mistake, so Bi An was punished to Huangquan Road to catch the scattered ghosts, scattered ghosts are often idle ghost pawns, these ghosts hang the identity of ghost pawns but often do some things to bully other ghosts, although there is only the power of ants, but the number is huge, and it is also a disaster for a long time. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"It's another one, there are so many ghost pawns in the underworld, if it goes on like this, the underworld can't afford to die" Bi An said angrily after collecting a ghost pawn, this is very simple with crushing an ant, but let you go and crush a nest of codewords, dense, even if the ants are weak, you will be tired.

"It's not that you're asking for trouble, it's strange to say, how could you meddle in the matter of the town ghost Yan Geling, I've seen this town ghost, his previous life was a local magistrate, when there was a big flood, because he didn't know how to face the villagers, he chose to commit suicide, and left a lot of things, which led to the flood coming, many people were drowned, you and his previous life have nothing to do, you didn't even go to help when you caught Diao Chan, how could it be such a big thing, Xu Sanduo can't go back, Fortunately, he is willing, if he regrets it, you will have to bear the karma," Meng Po said to Bi An with some reproach.

"She really has nothing to do with me, you just let me smoke once" Bi An said with a smile, but his eyes were very focused, in fact, he never thought of helping Yan Geling, and the reason why he helped her later was also because of Yan Geling's memory of her father. I have always thought in my heart that I killed my dearest relatives because of myself, and I am burdened with such thoughts, so my heart is sensitive and fragile, and I feel guilty in the face of my mother, this complex mood, he has also experienced, in fact, even if Yan Geling didn't buy a rag doll that day, his father would die in a car accident, but Yan Geling caught up.

"By the way, why hasn't Fan Wu come back, such a boring thing, I have to take him to do it" Bi An changed the topic and said, Meng Po heard Bi An talk about Fan Wu, and was embarrassed, in fact, Fan Wu had already returned to the underworld, but he went out because of other things.

"He went to find the tongue of hell," Meng Po replied vaguely, the tongue of hell? Bi An was a little puzzled, how did the good Fan Wu go to find this thing.

Song Junxin received an unexpected telegram, which was sent by her friend Natsume Tenko, but the content of it made Song Junxin unacceptable, because it was too ridiculous.

Song Junxin sat in the courtyard and his thoughts flew wildly, letting his imagination take a boat in the dark night. The moon is getting brighter and brighter, and the stars are getting more and more ethereal. The blue sky of the summer night is so deep, and the moon like a jade disk passes through the clouds, and it looks particularly bright in the blue sky; Hanging high in the air, looking down on the world, blooming with cold light, like an angel who does not eat fireworks in the world. Noble with coldness. Some time ago, her sister Song Jiajia's inference brought her a lot of shock, but the mysterious telegram that came later made her not know what to do

It was a night in early May, and Song Junxin received a telegram, it was about eleven o'clock, Song Junxin was standing in the courtyard, looking up at the night sky. There were only a few U on the telegram: 90 Minamipo Natsume's three sons. "What is this telegram about?"

Natsume's third son is the name of Song Junxin's friend, and he is the strangest of all the people Song Junxin knows. "Probably playing with me in some kind of wordplay, poets always like to do something unexpected." Song Junxin looked at the telegram in his hand and sighed with emotion, "It says that the telegram came from the big outbreak at 10:45. Song Junxin immediately changed his clothes and went out, and since he couldn't guess the meaning of the telegram, he had to go to Nanpo in person.

Song Junxin and Natsume's three sons met two years ago, and that autumn, at a banquet composed entirely of strange people, Song Junxin met Natsume's three sons for the first time. Miko's full name was Natsume Miko, and he was only twenty-five years old at the time, a young poet, but he looked very old. There were a few wrinkles crawling on his reddish face, which looked deep and a little decadent. His big nose was topped by round, bright eyes. But what really caught my attention and made us friends were his two lips.

Of course, almost everyone at this special banquet will impress you, but his lips are still firmly tied to my gaze. What thick two lips they were, like two rods of copper, and I couldn't believe that a man could have lips like that. Whenever he spoke, the two copper rods kept colliding with each other, and it seemed as if they really had a slight tremor like metal after the collision. It was even more interesting when he ate, and as soon as the two red-hot copper rods opened and closed, the food in his hands miraculously disappeared. I was standing right across from him, so I stared at him unscrupulously, completely oblivious to politeness.

Song Jun's rude behavior naturally attracted his attention. Natsume stood up abruptly, glared back at me angrily, and yelled at Song Junxin. "Hey, what do you mean you're staring at me all the time?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry"

Natsume's third son came back to his senses and said quickly. He sat back down, his expression softening a little.

"As I believe you know, it's not a comfortable thing to be stared at all the time." With that, he drained a large glass of beer in his hand and looked at me alertly.

"You're right, I'm just fascinated by your strange appearance."

"So I have to thank you? What my face looks like has nothing to do with you, does it? ”

His face sank again.

"Don't be angry, I will give you a drink, and I will make amends for you."

That's how we met, and since then, I've become good friends with Miko Natsume.

Envy Sanzi is an incomprehensible person. He was rich, but he lived alone, not even relatives. He went to many schools, but none of them were able to finish. In this regard, he never wanted to say more, and Song Junxin knew very little. In short, it is enough that you know that he is a poet.

Natsume's behavior is also very mysterious. He hated it when people visited him at his house, and no one knew what he was doing at home. He was often seen in bars and restaurants, and then for another two or three months he disappeared completely, and no one knew what he was doing.

He is my best friend, and I have his trust, but despite this, Song Junxin only knows that he is a strange person of unknown origin, and nothing else.

Recalling the matter about Natsume's three sons, he has unconsciously come to the south slope.

Standing on the slope and looking at the city stretching out at your feet, the bright lights cut through the dark and dreary night, shining like brilliant diamonds.

I guessed that Natsume's three sons would be waiting for me here, but I didn't see half a figure when I looked around. I tried to look for him near the bronze statue of Omura again, but I still didn't find any trace of Natsume's three sons. After waiting for half an hour, I decided to try my luck at his house.

Natsume's third son's home is near Fupo, and the house is not big, but it is very exquisite.

There were a lot of people gathered in front of his house, and there were police officers who kept coming out. I hurriedly asked the people around me, and then I learned that Natsume's Miko committed suicide. I burst into the room and saw the body surrounded by his friends and the police.

He pincered the fire into his chest, and from the marks of the scene, the stabbing action was repeated two or three times. Natsume's face was a terrifying purple and white, but her expression was calm, as if she was asleep. The medical examiner preliminarily concluded that his suicide was caused by insanity caused by drunkenness.

Natsume's three sons had just died, and the corpse still smelled of alcohol. Passers-by heard painful moans in the house, and only then did they find the body of Natsume's Miko.

There wasn't any suicide note or anything like that, which made me realize the importance of that telegram just now. Judging from the timing of the report, it seems that this was the last thing Natsume Miko did before he died. I returned to Jiudanpo and carefully analyzed the information provided in the telegram. What exactly does three-0-one mean? Is there really something this number represents on the nine-dan slope? I tried to meditate, but I couldn't figure it out.

Suddenly, I thought of the gutter stone cover. That's right, on these nine sections of slope, the only thing that can have some connection with the number of three hundred seems to be this large number of stone covers. I immediately counted from my right-hand side, and I carefully examined the three hundred and one stone covers, but found nothing. From the calculations just now, I already know that there are a total of 310 stone covers on the 9-section slope, so if you want to count from the left, the 301st should be the 10th from the right. I ran over and sure enough, I saw something black between the 10th and 11th blocks on the right. I hurriedly took it out, and it turned out to be a package wrapped in black oiled paper.

"Finally found you."

I grabbed the package and hurried home.

The package was opened, and it contained a document with a black cover. I couldn't wait to read it, and for the first time, the true face of Natsume's third son, Rikichi, appeared before my eyes.

"Oh my God, he's a devil!" I couldn't help but scream.

When Song Jun shuddered and published the contents of the document, I still felt deep fear and disgust. The following is the narration of Natsume's third son, Ruiki, before he committed suicide.

My friend, death, has become the only thing I should do.

I sharpened the tip of the tongs to the point of a needle, hoping it would keep piercing my heart. By the time you get this document, I'm probably out of this world where I shouldn't have been. I believe that after reading this document, you will no longer regard me as a friend, because in fact I am a devil with the most heinous crimes.

You must be ashamed and angry at the fact that you have a friend like me!

(To be continued.) )