"Girl, you don't know that the devil's face is hideous only because of the resistance of the desperate, and the softness to you is because you are the only one who voluntarily follows us."

In fact, everything is mutual.

I looked at these two ghosts, and it was the feeling of seeing each other late.

This dungeon is dim and dark, and the only light is also by the flowers on the other side, and the flowers set off the red of this place. It was always cloudy, as if the rain would fall on my head in a few moments, and I saw a bridge over the river not far ahead.

There were many pedestrians on the bridge, and near me was a kind old woman.

She repeated the same thing over and over again, scooping the soup from the bucket beside her into a bowl and handing it to the bridge crosser.

"Drinking this bowl of Meng Po soup is the death of a lifetime."

The people who crossed the bridge did not say a word of nonsense, and they all drank and left.

I stood and watched for a long, long time, and that bucket wouldn't be empty?

"Hey, girl, what are you doing?" Bai Wuchang couldn't bear the loneliness and asked.

I had lost my enthusiasm, and my voice sounded like it came out of my throat: "Won't that bucket be empty?" ”

They don't mind. There was still a smile on his face.

Hei Wuchang finally spoke: "My soul charmer's ears are not very good, bother the girl to say it again." ”

Actually, I know very well that it's because my voice is too quiet. At that moment, I felt taken care of, and my heart warmed.

"Did I just say that the bucket won't be empty?" I'm bold enough to say what I think.

There are so many people who have died, and there is only one bucket. I didn't see Meng Po continue the soup for a long time. She just sat by the bridge and kept scooping the soup and handing it to the deceased.

"You don't understand that. There is no end to the things of our immortal family! Bai Wuchang said proudly, only to see him put his hand on his waist again after speaking, and smiled 'hey, hey, hey'.

"Where's your spell?" Black impermanence asked me.

Spells, what is it?

Perhaps he saw my embarrassment and added, "As a demon, has no one ever given you a spell?" ”

I was silent for a moment, trying to speak but not knowing what to say. I didn't dare to come out of that hut all these years, and it was already a great kindness of my clan to eat and be satisfied.

Bai Wuchang couldn't help but ask me: "Fly to the sky, defend yourself, heal yourself?" Won't?! ”

I shook my head. "Am I still a demon in the next life?"

"The life book is in Zhong Kui's hands, that guy looks like a dead man, and he is so annoyed to death when he thinks of him." Bai Wuchang said with a pout.

Hei Wuchang snickered on the side: "You said that." ”

"Like me?" Dead people, I am a demon, I pointed to the endless stream of people on the bridge and said, "Like them? ”

They laughed even more happily, and I saw that the group of people had gloomy faces, pale and blue, and expressionless. His eyes are dull, and he walks in a straight line, stupid and stupid.

It's ugly, am I like this now? With that in mind, I walked to the river and looked out into the water.

I was disappointed, the water was so dark that I couldn't see it at a glance, and I didn't know if it was black or clear.

"Is there a mirror?"

"Ghosts are invisible, and they are not reflected in the mirror." Black impermanence spoke.

That's fine, no one wants to be that horrible after death, even though I'm an ugly girl, I don't want to be like that. I can't see the best anymore. What's more, the soul of the deceased will not stay for long, after all, everyone is rushing to die. Physiognomy doesn't matter anymore.