Chapter 71: Divination (2)

"Jiang Guo, is that person gone?"

Jian Wunian sat back on the chair and exhaled softly, and so did Fan Chou. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Jiang Guo looked at the two of them very strangely, and asked curiously: "Such a strange person standing at the gate of the night market, you didn't see it, he has already left, you know!" ”

Jian Wunian and Fan Chou shook their heads, and Fan Chou said even more depressedly: "How can I not know, I just felt his existence when I came back from the toilet, we just pretended not to know where he was!" ”

Jiang Guo looked at Jian Wunian in disbelief, and Jian Wunian also nodded and agreed: "Indeed, we know that he is standing at the gate of the night market!" ”

Looking at the words of Jian Wunian and Fan Chou, Jiang Guo was even more depressed and puzzled in his heart, and immediately asked: "Then why do you have to pretend that you don't see him, but this weak woman of mine suffers, his eyes feel that he can really kill people."

Fan Chou Wunian glanced at each other, and Jian Wunian said: "He, strictly speaking, is indeed a ghost, but ...... His existence makes us, the soul archive recorders, feel that their heads are big for a while, basically no one dares to care about him, coming and going, encountering this kind of ghost, they are all waiting for him to see it himself, and go to the underworld to reincarnate, if we are not far away from reincarnation, we will also turn a blind eye to the past! ”

Fan Chou lit a cigarette on the side, took a deep breath, and said lightly: "I have also met this kind of ghosts, they are all in ancient times between countries to fight between countries, lack of manpower, so the emperor ordered to recruit young men from all over the country to conscript, to serve the country, this kind of ghosts, is those who were pulled over to conscript, from small soldiers, step by step to the general, and finally died on the battlefield, because the obsession in their hearts is too deep, they refuse to be reincarnated after death, so they will look around, as for what to look for, it is not necessarily, maybe it is family, Maybe it's the promise they made to women, "When I come back alive, I will marry you"

Jiang Guo seemed to understand a little, and asked, "As long as it's a ghost, shouldn't we all take them to the underworld to report?" Besides, the two of you are so powerful, will you be afraid of him? ”

Jian Wunian shook his head amusedly.

"What are you laughing at?"

Jiang Guo asked puzzled.

Jian Wunian also lit a cigarette and said lightly: "I don't arrest them, because often these generals have very small intentions to harm people, so the main reason for indulging him is ...... He's so strong, we're not necessarily his opponents! ”

"Boom--"

Jiang Guo's brain boomed, and he froze, what did Jian Wunian just say, and Jian Wunian said that they were not necessarily the opponents of that general, is this true?

"That'...... So what to do......"

Jiang Guo asked a little nervously.

"Don't worry, we won't sit idly by if he's going to hurt someone"

Originally, I was going to go to the night market for a few people to eat something and relax, but I didn't expect to encounter this kind of thing, and the three of them returned home with a depressed mood.

Often these ghosts, known as the Sorrowful Generals by the Ghost Messenger and the Soul Archives, some of them were taken away on their wedding nights and embarked on this road of no return under the reluctant eyes of their wives and their families.

They shed their blood and tried their best to survive every war, just so that the war could end as soon as possible, and they could return home to accompany their wives, children, and mothers.

But......

Can they really go back?

Those who have no ability will die on the battlefield, and those who have the ability will be promoted to be a general and will fight on the battlefield for the rest of their lives.

After death, the obsession in my heart is too deep, and I would rather wander in the world than go far to the underworld to be reincarnated.

They just want to find ......

The figure that had been waiting for them at the beginning............

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The streets are full of people, busy and lively.

People are carrying all kinds of packaging bags in their hands, some are holding sweet hands, and some are in a hurry, not knowing what to be anxious about.

Suddenly, a figure appeared here, he was wearing a golden armor, a silver robe on his shoulders, and a man in his twenties walked slowly through this lively street.

The strange thing is that no one on the street noticed him, it stands to reason that he is dressed so strangely young, and his temperament is so extraordinary, even if he is not watched, there will be people standing and watching, taking out their mobile phones to take pictures!

A young man in the street came running briskly and ran straight into the general.

However, a strange thing happened.

The lad...... Passing through the general's body, the general's body twisted slightly, returning to normal, the general's head was not crooked, his eyes were not slanted, his eyes were staring in one direction, and his feet slowly walked in that direction.

The place he was going to was ...... Henggu Road

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"Leisurely my heart, even if I don't go, Zining will not be silent? Qingqingzi Pei, I think about it. Even if I don't go, Zining won't come? Picky and embarrassed, in the city. Not seen for a day, like March. ”

It's still the little cabin, it's still the beautiful woman, she found the guzheng out of nowhere, gently placed it on the table, Qianqianyu's hand swinging the strings, sad music, longing words.

The Buddha makes the whole space fall into autumn.

"Freshen up, leaning on Wangjianglou alone. Thousands of sails are not, the slanting veins and veins are long, and the intestines are broken in Baipingzhou. ”

A tear slipped from the corner of her eye, her hair was blown by the breeze, her singing began to tremble slightly, and the hand that was rippling the strings began to tremble.

She sighed heavily, closed her eyes, and said softly: "Changliu, why haven't you come back yet, why are you ......"

Originally, the sky was cloudless, but at this moment, the clouds were everywhere, and the woman raised her head, looked at the sky full of dark clouds, and the corners of her mouth grinned slightly.

"Changliu, you said that you like rain the most, because you said: rain is unruly, free, and pure, it waters plants, washes the earth, and washes people's hearts."

It was raining in the sky, but it was not raining heavily, and the woman finally left the place where there was no sun, and she ran and laughed in the rain with her arms outstretched, as if she were hugging a lover.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the woman's laughter was getting happier and happier, and the rain soaked her hair and her clothes.

The land was washed by the rain, and the woman was not paying attention to her feet, and fell to the ground, making a big splash.

She was still happy, but her nose was slightly red, and her face was dripping on the ground without knowing whether it was tears or rain.

Your laughter, never I am far away, the rest of my life, let the red dust as the shore, bow your head or raise your eyes, even if it is wanton sadness, I don't sigh quietly, because those heart-pounding inputs, are hidden in the heart, sealed the dust, hidden thin face, even if it is the most beautiful sadness of this season, let it go quietly, and then die quietly.

Outside the vista, who is singing softly, sentimental sentimentality, accumulating silence, as soft as the wind, but not as warm as the sun, I smile, facing the rain, but no joy, I am looking hard, and then silently looking, when is the haze, and when is the silence, let the thoughts that have fallen, scattered, and gathered.