The man was silent for a moment, and although he was a ghost, he could still feel the sadness emanating from him. "Can you give me a hundred years?" The man made this request somewhat suddenly.

"Why?" I asked, probably already with the answer in mind.

"I'd like to give it a try." The man rolled his inflexible eyes to look at the broken flesh and bones on the ground, "Maybe there's a way." ”

How can a person whose soul is scattered be saved, he just doesn't want to believe it, and he deceives himself.

Looking at him, I think of my own hundreds of years, merit is hard to accumulate, and perhaps the real hopelessness is better than the untouchable hope.

I stepped forward with the woman in my arms, and the man turned his eyes back to mine.

"Come to the underworld to find me in a hundred years, my name is Qin Su." After speaking, I put my fingers together, and the golden light of my fingertips was inscribed on his forehead, "Bodhi mantra." ”

The man frowned in pain, but he didn't hold back without making a sound, he was a ghost, a yin, and the Bodhi mantra was rigid and yang, and the damage to him was great.

After carving the spell, I withdrew my hand, looked at the man and said, "Remember, there are only a hundred years. ”

The man was silent, and crawled slowly out of the grave with his hands on the ground, the earth falling from his scrawny body, and most of his clothes were rotting and shattered when the wind blew.

After crawling out of the grave, the man knelt down in front of me, his stiff legs as if they were broken, and bowed to the ground, saying, "Thank you, Miss for your great kindness." ”

It was already dark, and since I had promised him a hundred years, there was no need for me to stay here. Moreover, there was a seriously injured man in his arms.

After the man raised his head, I had already left, he got up as if in slow motion, took a few steps forward, bent down to pick up the broken bones on the ground, and then walked slowly to another place, stiffly bending down to pick up the minced meat on the ground.

As he moved more and more, the man's body became much more flexible than before, and he finally picked up all the broken bones and flesh.

The man went to his grave, put the broken bones and flesh into it, and after carefully burying the soil, he patted the grave with his big wizened hands.

Then the man got up again, went to the dead woods, broke off a piece of the dead wood, and carried it back.

He set up the dead wood as a tombstone on the new grave, and wrote four words side by side on the dead wood with his finger as a pen, "The wind is born, and the rain is sound." ”

The man stayed in silence at the grave for a month before leaving, looking for a way to resurrect him. The mass grave is still a mass grave, but a newly renovated old grave has been added.

I flew west with the woman in my arms in my arms, where my old friend was, "Ghost Doctor." "He's a good doctor, as long as you don't lose your soul, he has a way to revive you.

At ten o'clock in the twilight, I finally rushed to the ghost doctor's residence with the woman in my arms, although his name was, "Ghost." "But the place where I live is like a paradise, with beautiful mountains and rivers.

I looked at the empty gaps between the two peaks in front of me, and walked in without hesitation, the formation activated, and a burst of white light flashed, and I walked into another space without hindrance.

I saw that not far in front of me, the ghost doctor with long light green hair stood conspicuously under the tree, and I didn't know what he was studying.

The ghost doctor is not a human or a ghost, but a bamboo spirit, and I rescued him back then, so I gave him this place to live, and invited the king of Hades to add a formation for him to protect him outside.

It can be said that only me and Hades are the only ones in the whole world who can enter directly without hindrance.

Feeling the fluctuation of the formation, the ghost doctor turned his head to look at the door, his slender eyes were raised upward, and his green eyes were obviously a little unhappy when he saw that it was me.

"Why are you here again?" The ghost doctor's crisp voice was tinged with dissatisfaction.

I have long been accustomed to his attitude, the ghost doctor is a person who is afraid of trouble, but I have brought him a lot of trouble because of my accumulated merits over the years.

Holding the woman in my arms forward, I began to explain the woman's condition to him, "She was possessed before, lost a lot of blood, and then hit me with a sword, and now I use the "hook" to hang the last trace of anger. ”

The ghost doctor didn't look at the woman in my arms, but looked at me with his eyes, and said in a weird way, "It's rare to hurt people like you to accumulate merit. ”

I smiled helplessly, it is true that I have saved people ten times, and the people I saved six times will be injured by me, and in the end they all come to him and be rescued by him.

"Let's get in." The ghost doctor took the lead and walked towards the infirmary, this is a wooden house built by the ghost doctor in order to save people, because the ghost doctor likes to be clean, so no one is allowed to enter his room without his consent.

At first, I didn't know, but when I walked in, he threw a teacup and punched it out, and he didn't talk to me for a whole year.

Later, when I brought Hades here, I told Hades well, so that he did not beat Hades out.

Lay the woman in her arms flat on the bed, her white light gauze skirt was stained with a lot of blood, her face was pale, her eyes were closed, and her long hair was dull.

I stepped back, and the ghost doctor stepped forward with his own characteristic gloves and put them on his hands without hurrying.

I think when I first saw this glove, I didn't know what it did, so I asked curiously.

As a result, the ghost doctor stroked his slender fingers and said, "Naturally, it prevents my hands from getting dirty." ”

After putting on the gloves, the ghost doctor tied his long green hair back and coiled it up, and then took the clothes hanging on the hanger next to him and put them on his body.

After wearing this outfit, the ghost doctor stepped forward, lowered his head, and picked up the scissors on the table next to the bed to cut the woman's clothes from the wound on her chest.

As the garment was cut open, revealing a wound of flesh turned outward, the ghost doctor was familiar with the damage caused by my gratuitous sword.

Putting the scissors back, he walked to the flower pot in front of the window, and put a finger on the emerald green leaf, and a small white, almost transparent spider crawled out of the root of the leaf and climbed onto the ghost doctor's finger.

This spider is not an ordinary spider, it is a "medical spider" specially raised by the ghost doctor, and the normal name of the medical spider is the white jade spider, because its whole body is white and transparent, as beautiful as the best jade, but after the cultivation of the ghost doctor, it has become the deputy of the ghost when he is injured.

The ghost doctor raised his finger and returned to the bed, put his finger on the wound, and the doctor spider crawled into it along his finger, and soon it was stained red by blood, mixed with the wound, and people couldn't tell it.

But there was spider silk on the tips of the ghost doctor's fingers, and I saw the ghost doctor staring at the wound with a pair of blue eyes, and the fingers were picked upward, and the little spider that crawled into the wound and stretched out came to the broken blood vessel.

The ghost doctor's hand began to rotate in circles, and the medical spider that landed on the blood vessels also continued to spit and rotate with the ghost doctor's movements, surrounding the broken blood vessels.