After that, I sat by the ink spring for a long time, and finally saw the last page of the book in my hand, and I had a general understanding of the life of Tianjun Shufu.

However, he didn't quite understand why Hades was interested in the life account of the Heavenly Monarch's madness.

Standing up from the ground, the lone rod still not moving, I walked over, sat down where Hades had been sitting before, retracted the rod, and hoisted it back in.

After that, I kept staring at the ink spring, holding the fishing rod in my hand, for fear of missing the crucial moment.

I don't know how long it took, but I felt that my eyes began to hurt, and the voice of Hades came from my head, "If you stare at it like this, it will be afraid." ”

I blinked my dry eyes and turned my head to look at Hades, who looked the same as when he left, and looked down at me, "Is the new tea ready?" ”

"Not yet." I said as I set the rod aside, got up and said, "You'll be back sooner than I thought." ”

"Well, I've seen it, and I'm back." Hades said very simply, so I don't want to ask more.

"I'll make you tea."

"No need, you can go back and get some rest." Hades said and sat down again.

"Then I'll go first."

"Hmm."

After leaving the ink spring and returning to my lodgings, I went to bed and lay down, but before I could feel sleepy, I heard the sound of the door slamming.

"Girl, are you there?" Listening to this voice, it should be a ghost.

I got up from the bed again, straightened my clothes, and went to open the door, only to see the ghost holding a jug of wine in one hand, and when I opened the door, he smiled and said, "Girl, I have come to collect your wine appointment." ”

Only then did I remember that in the sea of flowers on the other side that day, the ghost said that when he was free, he would definitely drink with me.

Get out of the way and invite the ghost in, "Why are you so interested today?" ”

The ghost didn't dislike it, and there were no tables or chairs in my room, so he sat down on the floor, pulled the wine envelope and said, "This interest in drinking has always been there." “

I smiled, walked over to him and sat down, took the flask he had given, and sniffed the smell of flowers rather than wine, "It's a drunken flower!" ”

"Hmm." The ghost raised an eyebrow as she spoke, "I begged the drunkard to brew this." ”

I nodded, and then I understood, this drunkard has only been brewed once, and I was fortunate enough to get a jar, and I drank it clean with this fragrant fragrance, but after that, the drunkard never brewed again.

In the words of an alcoholic, "Wine that is not drunk has no value in brewing." ”

That's right, this flower is not drunk, it's just delicious, it's really delicious, and after I drank a jar last time, I suddenly had more flowers on my body, and it was scattered for a whole month. That time it was really the fragrance of flowers that drunk the whole underworld.

This ghost brought this wine and drank it with me, for fear that he would underestimate me, or that my poor drinking volume had already become famous in this house.

But at the moment of fine wine, why do you need to think about that. The flasks touch, take a sip of it before anything else.

"The scent is a little different this time." I pursed my lips, feeling the aftertaste in my mouth.

The ghost nodded, "This time I added the other side flower, what does it taste ......?"

"It's a little bitter." I opened my mouth to answer, and the fragrance in my mouth dissipated, leaving a slight bitterness in my mouth.

The ghost nodded, "That's right, it's bitter." ”

"But it's different." I said and took another sip.

Seeing this, the ghost quipped, "The girl has a lot of alcohol." ”

I smiled, "That's not kind to you." ”

The ghost also laughed, and the butterfly at the tip of the left eye spread its wings, and I looked funny, and asked, "The butterfly at the end of your eye, but you only carved it after entering the mansion?" ”

Hearing this, the ghost raised his slender hand, touched the tips of his eyes, "Well, since it is a ghost, it is natural to dress up more charming." The ghost said, then looked at me, "Girl, do you want to try it?" ”

I shook my head, the word glamorous never suited me, neither in life nor after death.

The ghost was persistent, glanced me up and down, and then said, "The girl has always been plain, and she hasn't changed her appearance in the past few hundred years, but if she changes her makeup and dresses, she can also change her mood. ”

The ghost asked, but my mind was moved by his sentence that changing clothes can also change mood, and finally the ghost almost nodded.

The ghost was very excited, rubbed his hands and tried it excitedly, and then I was like a doll, letting the ghost rub fat and powder on my face.

It took hundreds of years to apply this face for the first time in a long time, and I couldn't help but get a little distracted.

"Mother, am I so good-looking?"

"Good-looking, good-looking, our family is the best-looking."

"But, isn't this blush too bright, and this lip color seems to be a little thicker, and ah, this flower is too festive......"

"You want to be a bride, of course you have to be more glamorous, thicker, and more festive."

“…… Mother, I'm so nervous. ”

"Hehe, you've been playing with Sikong since you were a child, there's nothing to be nervous about, it's just that you live in their house from our house, and you don't go less on weekdays."

"Mother~ This is different......"

"Okay, you can rest assured, Sikong will not fail you, my mother is the most accurate to see people."

"Mother, before I got married, I started thinking about you and my father."

"Huh...... Good daughter, this is so close, I think we should come back frequently. ”

Memories are a spool that cannot be pulled, as long as you pull one end, it will pull out everything, and you will be entwined and unable to move.

"Girl, how is it, it looks good!" The ghost's voice cut the thread, and I came back to my senses, and at some point he pulled out a bronze mirror and pointed it right at my makeup-on face.

I looked at myself in the mirror, overlapping with memories for a moment, but strange and distant.

"How?" The ghost asked again, seemingly satisfied with his craft.

I raised my hand and touched my face and said, "This blush is too bright, and this lip color is too strong, and this flower is too much." I raised my hand as I spoke, my fingertips touching my forehead, "And this flower is too festive." ”

"Girl, I didn't give you a decal ......"

"That'...... Just post one. I lowered my hand and spoke, but I didn't take my eyes off the mirror.

The ghost was a little dazed, and asked while sticking the flower for me, "Girl, this blush and lip color need to be repainted." ”

I looked at the pink face in the mirror, the scarlet lips, and said, "No need, this is ...... Just right. ”

The ghost laughed at this time, "I just said, since you have new makeup, you naturally want to be more gaudy and thicker, and I forgot about this flower, the girl mentioned it well." ”

I looked at the sticker and asked, "Am I looking good?" ”

The ghost was stunned for a moment, but then said, "It's good-looking, the girl in this place is the best-looking." ”