"Yan Qing, I've come to see you." Mo Ci lightly took off his black robe, as if he had returned home, he sat casually beside the female corpse, stretched his body, leaned down to hold her dry and shriveled hand, Xingchen looked at her face with a twinkle, and suddenly smiled gently, "Look, your eyes are back." ”

The deep sunken left eye socket on the female corpse's face suddenly swelled up gradually, accompanied by the sound of squirming, the constricted skin around her eye socket was squeezed and cracked, the blood vessels were frantically staggered and overlapped, the red shiny eyes that were suddenly squeezed out trembled with difficulty, and the disgusting smell of yellow-red blood pus filled her left eye socket.

"Behold you, how ugly you are, I don't know you like that." Mo Ci's gentle voice was filled with helpless pampering, he gently wiped the pus that flowed out, stroked her left eye, and smiled, "One day, you will come back to me beautifully again, Yan Qing." ”

He ...... He also asked me to bring back the bodies of those who had been killed and put them on the rooftop......"

"And then?"

And then ...... And then, well, he told me to destroy the bodies again in three days, and asked me to do it without leaving a trace......"

"And then? How can your eyes be gouged out? ”

"I ...... I do not know...... I woke up and was gone......"

"Who is the person who made a contract with you?"

"I, I don't know...... I seem to have forgotten ......."

The Death Messenger looked at her desperately while covering her forehead, and after making sure that she was not hiding anything, he silently straightened up and walked out of the garden.

"Hey, what are you going to do?" Qiao Yao'er stopped him uneasily.

Without looking back, the Death Messenger said, "Go outside and look for any clues." ”

"You're going to the human realm?!" Qiao Yao'er gasped, stood up and said firmly, "I'm going too." ”

The Dead Soul Emissary looked back at her with some confusion, "Where are you going, what are you doing?" ”

"I, I also want to see if there is anything I can recall......" Qiao Yao'er's tone was small and pitiful, "I swear I won't trouble you......"

The Death Soul Messenger was stunned, and soon returned to his cold face, and lightly threw down a sentence, "You are casual." Then he lifted his feet and walked out of the garden again.

"My lord, the Death Messenger has just left his garden, followed by the undead, as if he has returned to the human realm." A life-reaper didn't dare to slack off.

Mo Ci waved his hand tiredly and said, "If that's the case, then this is a good opportunity." Close the gates of the underworld so that they never come back. Even if he is a Death Soul Messenger, he will be helpless. ”

"What your lord said is very true!!" The reaper said flatteringly: "The villain, let's go close the door!" ”

"Wait!" Mo Ci shouted to stop it, stood up from the platform, and said sternly, "I'm about to perform the soul resurrection ceremony, so no one is allowed to disturb me no matter what happens during this period, do you hear?" ”

"Yes!! The villain got it!! The Reaper hurriedly answered

, hurriedly retreated.

Mo Ci sighed, turned his head to look at the female corpse and showed a pleased smile, "Yan Qing, I'll pick you up, we've all waited for this day too long!" A fierce aura suddenly erupted around him, "Even if the Death Soul Messenger arrives there in time, it's too late!" You belong to me! Definitely won't let him snatch you! ”

"It seems that the world is developing in a way that I can no longer imagine." The Death Soul Messenger pulled the robe he had just changed into with some discomfort, looked at the bustling streets and crowds, and smiled lightly, "If it were her, she would definitely regret dying so early." ”

"Who are you talking about? ......" Qiao Yao'er asked curiously.

"......" The Dead Soul Messenger's face gradually sank, and he said in a tone without any waves, "Take up the Dead Soul Messenger." ”

"Didn't you say that the Dead Soul Messenger couldn't die?" Qiao Yao'er said with some surprise.

The Dead Emissary stopped talking, but was half stunned, clenched his fingers, and whispered to himself, "Yes...... It seems like this...... That's why I want to see what happened to her as a lowly human being after she abandoned all this in exchange for freedom after reincarnation......"

They walked through the dense grass to an abandoned building, the mottled walls falling like snowflakes, the foul floor emitting unknown gases, and the dim corridors wandering with an eerie and decadent atmosphere, as quiet as time and space.

They followed the stairs up to the rooftop and saw a huge container full of white powder underneath, which was blown everywhere by the wind.

"This is where he told me to put the bodies, and after three days, I threw them into this." Qiao Yao'er said indifferently without expression.

"It's really quiet." The Death Messenger chuckled, dipped a little white powder in his hand, and said quietly, "These are the ashes of a hundred people, all mixed together, I can't tell them apart." But they've been crying out to kill you. ”

Qiao Yao'er was not afraid at all, "Yes, so what." ”

"Yes, so what......" The Death Soul Messenger slowly approached her, the shadow cast by the tall figure almost swallowed her up, he approached her face, the invisible sense of oppression made Qiao Yao'er involuntarily begin to retreat, and the Death Soul Messenger's sharp and deep eyes almost broke her mental defense.

"Then, I'll leave it to you in the future, my wish." The Death Soul Messenger straightened up and withdrew his voice, "Until you complete our contract, I will tell you my true wishes." ”

"What kind of weirdo are you!" Qiao Yao'er looked at his departing back and shouted angrily.

The Death-Messenger still didn't look back, "It's just a human being who didn't care about it a thousand years ago." However, it seems that the protagonist has already made his debut. ”

"What did you say?" Qiao Yao'er asked in confusion, and before the words fell, she felt the ground shake violently, and the white ashes began to spin and fly above her head as if attracted by a whirlpool, and let out a shocking scream, "Found it!" Finally found it

！ Red-eyed delusion! The woman who killed us! ”

"Is this the wrath of the undead? They don't seem to want us to leave so easily. The Death Soul Messenger sat calmly and leisurely on the waste wooden shelf, as if he didn't take them seriously, looked at Qiao Yao'er's hideous face and said, "Then I'll leave these to you, how about it?" ”

"You pervert! I'm not a god or a demon...... Wait, I'm ......," Qiao Yao'er said with a sudden realization.

"What the hell." The Dead Soul Messenger smiled contemptuously, "That's why the ghosts can use their souls to deal with it, it seems that your contractor summoned them to come from the wrath, then, it seems that we are locked out of the underworld." ”

"What is he trying to do!" Qiao Yao'er struggled to resist the attack of the ashes, and shouted angrily: "I've been forced to death by him, isn't it enough for him?!" ”

The Death Soul Messenger's eyes were as calm as water, he looked at Qiao Yao'er who was fighting, slowly pulled out a slender black cane from his sleeve, and said lightly, "It's just right, I also want to confirm one thing, so I'll help you." ”

Qiao Yao'er had never seen such a person who cleaned up those hideous and terrifying soul coffins elegantly and neatly, even if he was a dead soul messenger.

The Death Messenger jumped down from the incinerator with vigorous steps, landed steadily in front of her, put away the black cane gloomily, his handsome and arrogant face was shrouded in a cold aura, and said with a menacing smile to the white soul coffin that was bound by the blue light and could not move, "Then, we can start talking calmly." ”

The voices of the hundred people of the white soul coffin overlapped and shouted, "Who are you and what are you going to do?" Why are you getting in the way of us!? ”

"It doesn't matter who I am, I just want to help you. This is also my duty, to bring the untrustworthy souls back to the underworld, so I ask you to cooperate with me. ”

"If that's the case, then we're going to crush her first so that she never gets out of life!" The white soul coffin struggled desperately, looking at Qiao Yao'er and howling angrily, "We will never forgive you!" ”

"I'll leave such a heavy topic for our tea time, but for now, I'm going to ask you." The Death Soul Messenger suddenly changed his gentle face, quickly pulled out his cane against the throat of the white soul coffin, and asked with an extremely sharp look in his eyes, "Tell me, what did he do to you?" ”

The white soul coffin was intimidated by this powerful oppressive force, and it took a long time to squeak and say, "He, he took off part of each of our bodies and took them away......"

"What?!"

The Death Soul Emissary's face turned sharply, and he showed a rare expression of astonishment, "Could it really be him!?" ”

Qiao Yao'er inexplicably watched him keep moving in place, and said to herself emotionally, "It must be him, it must be him!" What the hell is he trying to do?! Why did you make this contract, why did you go to such a troublesome time......"

"Hey...... You, are you alright......" Qiao Yao'er asked cautiously.

The Death Soul Emissary suddenly stood up and turned his gaze to her, and that unpredictable look made Qiao Yao angry

Before she could ask, the Messenger of the Dead Soul quickly pinched her cheek again, stared at her empty left eye, and smiled with a deep creepy smile, "I see...... I see......"

"In thy name, according to my rebirth, in the will of the other, return my body, with its depth, take my soul, sacrifice with blood, the god who dwells together!"

Mo Ci quickly recited the incantation to the female corpse, a circle of red halo began to spread around the female corpse, and the strange words connected to the wall began to glow with white light, and all kinds of strange things placed around the female corpse shone on the deep cave like day, every time he recited the incantation, he had to endure the surging blood in his chest and the pain in his bones like a sharp blade splitting apart.

When the last word landed, it was also the time when his blood was exhausted.

But he still gritted his teeth and persevered, no matter how sweaty he was, he had to bear the punishment from the rebellion.

(End of chapter)

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