Qingyun continued to shake the life in his hand and asked curiously: "What about my life, what about mine?" ”

Ghost One, Ghost Two hesitated, and the boy's life was naturally not their turn to watch. His life is in the hands of His Highness, but the boy cannot look at his own life, let alone understand how he died.

"Say it! Otherwise, I'll have to beat you up!" Qingyun saw that they wanted to hide it, squandered his little fist, and said viciously.

Ghost one, ghost two hesitated even more, this thing really can't be said. Suddenly seeing the scar on Qingyun's hand, he immediately asked with concern, "How did the boy's hand hurt?" Do you need some treatment? ”

Qingyun heard that when he spread out his palm, the blood stains had already dried out, and he couldn't feel the pain. Suddenly something doesn't feel right, these ghosts are trying to change the subject. Stretched out his little finger and pointed at the heads of the two ghosts, and said fiercely: "Don't go too far"

"Doesn't it really hurt? We all feel distressed when we look at it! "The ghost elf said. I also want to change the subject. I cried out bitterly in my heart: Don't worry about this anymore, boy!

The ghost two nodded at the skull in agreement, only to feel that the heart of the body was about to jump out.

If this matter is really said, it will be against the rules of the Death Realm.

Qingyunpi looked at Onichi with a smile, and suddenly he didn't want to ask anymore, so he continued to sit down. Since they didn't say anything, then go and ask Master directly. It is impossible for Master not to know.

But Master has been in bad spirits lately, so I'll bother you later.

Qingyun continued to look at his life, but he still remembered the question of who he died for.

Who the hell did she die for? Whose stand-in did you make?

"Don't be cranky, boy, we're here for your good." The ghost is embarrassed.

Qingyun glanced at the two ghosts again, pointed to another place, waved his small hand, and said lightly: "Go down!" ”

There's really no need to bother with whether this matter should be said or not. With this time and this thought, it is better to quickly finish the matter at hand, so as to ask the Southern White Fox Demon King how he feels after becoming an immortal.

The ghost one and the two ghosts hurriedly slipped away.

The surroundings quieted down, Qingyun looked at those lives obediently, and found that these were not the previous lives, could it be that drinking the blood of living people really changed so much?

At first, I thought it was an accident, but I flipped through several books in a row, and I couldn't find my previous life.

I was very flustered, this ......

If you go down and kill those robbers, won't it bring about a bigger change?

The more Qingyun thought about it, the more irritable he became, scratching his little head in boredom. Reassure herself that this is not something she can manage. Continuing to flip through, suddenly the fire ghost god brought a few more dead mortal souls.

Qingyun deliberately glanced at it and made a record, but when he approached him, he smelled a curious fragrance. I sniffed harder, hoping to smell more closely. Is it true that the fragrance also smells of the dead?

"How can they have a strange smell on them?" Qingyun was too curious and asked directly.

I haven't smelled a strange fragrance on Yun Ting's body, or is it that the dead souls in the Death God Realm also have levels?

"Back to the boys, they are heinous people, and they have always carried a peculiar smell after death, so it is convenient for us to find them."

I see, waved their hand and let them down.

continued to look at his life boringly, those people did a lot of bad things, and the murderous appearance just now, worthy of the name, sinners. I can only sigh why there are so many bad people in the world, where have the good people gone?

I took another copy, the level is not particularly high, how can the old man be a bit like a magic axe?

This......

If you look closely, it's really a miracle axe.

Although the Divine Axe has done a lot of bad things before, it is good to know that mistakes can be changed, and it is very good. They have all been trained to become eighth-level grandmasters, isn't it a pity to die like this?

Is it true that mortals can't live a little longer?

"What is the girl thinking?" Suddenly, a familiar voice came from my ears, and there was a woman sitting beside her, her mouth stuffed with pastries.

Qingyun glanced back at the ghost snow, the gods are so good, they don't have to experience life and death, they don't have to experience emotions, they are idle every day, and they have nothing to do. But other people have a destiny in their lives, and when the time comes, they still have to leave.

"Alas...... Lord Ghost Mother, how pitiful these people are, their life span is so short, they should all die without turning a blind eye, it's really sad and crying!. Qingyun saw someone talking to her, so she expressed her thoughts, eager to get some different ideas.

Ghost Xue laughed when she heard it, everything was predestined, how could it be up to them immortals to decide?

Qingyun is still too simple, these mortals are not as simple as they think. What is recorded on the surface is just important events, and none of those small things are recorded. But it's the little things that often reflect people's hearts!

"A person's life is not controlled by others, nor is it controlled by you and me, and there is no choice about what you are born to be. But what path you want to take and what kind of person you want to become, that's up to you to choose. Ghost Xue said what she thought, and her eyes were full of memories.

After hearing this, Qingyun quietly looked ahead and fell into deep thought. She just didn't understand, it was too profound. These words have no deeds, no experience, and they cannot hear the deep meaning in them.

With pity in her eyes, Ghost Xue stretched out her hand and gently stroked Qingyun's hair. This girl is so beautiful and beautiful, I hope that in the future, she can be as kind and pure as she is now.

The two of them were silent for a long time, until Ghost Snow received the order to float in the air, and said goodbye with a smile on her face again, leaving in a hurry and coming in a hurry.

Qingyun was in a chaotic mood and was very irritable, and he had more ideas about his status and family now.

Qingyun stretched out his little hand and drew a few times on the sound transmission mirror, ready to contact the master. I want to go to the mortal realm with my master again, looking for dead souls and suitable blood. By the way, there have been various things in recent days.

But the sound transmission mirror has not responded, and it is still the same as usual, without any waves of backwater.

Another ghost slave appeared beside him, holding many bottles and cans of things in his hands, and knelt down to Qingyun very respectfully. After putting the thing on the fate table, he bowed his head and said: "This is the breath of the dead soul, and the fire ghost god specially ordered it to be sent to let the boy be familiar with one or two." ”

Qingyun smiled slightly, picked up the bottle and can, and observed it carefully. It seems that the immortals of the Death Realm all understand her mind. casually asked, he was so heartfelt, and ordered the ghost slave to send such a good thing.

Carefully opened the lid, put it on the tip of his nose, and sniffed lightly, it turned out that they all relied on this to distinguish the location of the dead soul.

There are ten jars in total, and the smell inside each jar is different. There was a kind of red blood that satisfied her the most, and that blood tasted so sweet and sweet, like sugar. Everything else is a bad smell, and the degree is different.

It's a little hard to tell, Qingyun scratched his little nose, still thinking about how to tell the difference.

The ghost slave who was still kneeling next to him couldn't tell the difference when he saw Qingyun's appearance, so he explained one by one: "The blood with a sweet and sour smell is the blood of pure people that His Highness needs to drink every day. The rest of the stools are the blood of the wicked, and they are divided into levels one to nine, and the ones with a slight taste are not so sinful. The smell of sinful people is the strongest, and there is a disgusting smell with it. A disgusting smell for us, and some people will find it a scent. The boy can understand in detail, and the ghost slave retreated first. ”

Before Qingyun could say a word of gratitude, the ghost slave had already disappeared without a trace.

Qingyun pursed her lips, these ghost slaves' abilities are all stronger than her, alas!

Qingyun began to slowly understand these bottles and cans, if she still couldn't understand after listening to such a long speech, then she was really a stupid and stupid pig. It smells of blood.

Taking a big breath, he continued to smell the blood, intending to stop when he smelled that sensitive smell.

But the more I smelled it, the more nauseous it became, and I felt a little vomiting.

Qingyun stretched out his small hand and put those things into the space as if he normally used his demonic power. This time it was unusually smooth, Qingyun was overjoyed, and he watched with joy as those things entered the space and disappeared in front of him.

I finally saw a good thing.

The matter was put down, Qingyun was about to pick up the life and continue to watch, and the cold temperature came from the air again, and he knew that the master was coming.

Qingyun still hadn't figured out a lot of things, so he stood up with a tangled face, gave up the throne to the master to sit on, and waited obediently aside, looking at Dark Chen with some incomprehensible emotions in his eyes.

Dark Chen naturally sat down unceremoniously, but as soon as he looked up, he saw Qingyun's slightly aggrieved eyes, and he didn't understand who bullied her again?

"Tell me what's going on!" After the cold words, the man continued to look down at the pile of life.

"Master, I have a lot of things I want to ask. But don't be angry, okay? Qingyun squatted down, pulled the sleeve of Dark Chen's coat, and said coquettishly.

Dark Chen pulled back his sleeves unhurriedly, and said calmly on his face: "Okay." ”

Only Dark Chen himself knows that the charm of this fox is really fascinating

"Master, why was I wrongly killed? The damned demon is me, so who is the damn demon? Qingyun said the question he wanted to ask the most.

She was desperate to know the answer, and because she was unwilling and reluctant, she left the fox fruit tree.

Darkness was silent, and this matter could not be spoken. Even if it was killed by mistake, there was no reason to put it back, and the life of the boy was not to be carefully read by the boy. Didn't that woman just look at her life and behave so presumptuously?

Dark Chen sighed again and again, "Don't ask about these things again, you can't know these things either. If there is anything else you want to ask, keep talking. If nothing happens, he will begin to prepare to go to the mortal realm to deal with those dead souls. ”

Qingyun's eyes were full of loss, and it seemed that he really couldn't understand these things.

Everything is a rule, and there is no rule without a circle.

Qingyun continued to speak: "The ghost has caused a lot of mutations, and many people have died, even the eight-rank grandmaster who gave me alchemy has died. Are we going to do something to remedy it? ”

A lot of images seemed to flash in Dark Chen's mind, and he fell into deep thought again, and he didn't expect such a big change.

The Death God Realm has never encountered this kind of thing for thousands of years, is this the result of a love calamity, or is it the fate of the Death God Realm?

"Master?" Qingyun thought that he couldn't say it again, so he called nervously.

"To the mortal realm!" Dark Chen said and directly used the immortal power to bring Qingyun into the enchantment together.