Matsu walked tired, tired, and thirsty. Vast wilderness, no oasis in sight. Frustration, baldness, depression, and despair came like complications.

As he walked, he suddenly stopped, his eyes slowly looking at his legs. In his memory, he remembered that his leg was injured, why did it not hurt to walk at all now?

Looking, thinking, reaching out and pinching your arm, no pain? What's going on? Keep moving with these questions in mind. Just when he was thirsty, there seemed to be a pool of clear water in the depression in front of him.

Walking over step by step, I looked hungrily at the tempting pool of water. Song was tired, hurriedly ran a few steps forward, and knelt down! I stretched out my hand and wanted to dig water......

"Kid stop." There was a sudden shout behind him, and the hand he stretched out in fright hurriedly retracted and looked back in panic. I don't know when a blackened man appeared behind him, looking dilapidated and sloppy, like a homeless man.

In this barren cough-cough space, this black-faced man is the first man Song has seen who can communicate with words. He was certainly pleasantly surprised, and he was surprised.

"Who are you?" Song asked weakly.

"Don't ask me who I am, don't just touch that water."

"Why? Why can't you touch it? ”

"I said I can't touch it, I can't touch it, and if I touch it, you'll be completely finished."

Pine, thirsty, greedy eyes, looking at the clear pool water, the underlying urge to lean down and drink water. He could not and did not want to accept this suggestion.

This stranger is none other than Zhong Kui, who is out of his body. He came at lightning speed, just to stop Song's blind move.

"You'll regret it." Zhong Kui shouted. Then he approached him, grabbed the loose hand, "You touch the water and it will disappear, look at the ...... over here" and spoke, right in front of and around the two of them, beside them...... Suddenly, there were a lot of shadows, erratic figures.

None of these figures are human, they are lonely souls who have died in a foreign land. Don't think that after a person dies, there will be black and white impermanence coming out to guide you, or lock you to the underworld. It depends on your own creation, if you die at home, and with the help of your loved ones, you burn incense, pray, set off firecrackers, and so on, then you will be favored by black and white impermanence, and they will appear at the first time to take you away, to check the merits and then determine the day of your reincarnation.

Taking a step back, if you are a lonely and dead stranger, you are not so lucky to be guided by black and white impermanence. Instead, he became a lonely ghost with no landing, wandering around, not knowing what year and month he would find a stand-in and get the opportunity to be reincarnated.

This clear pool of water is a tribute to these lonely souls and wild ghosts to cut off the dust, once they touch the pool water. The ghosts will find that their faces have rotted and their hands have begun to rot, and in the moment of all thought is lost. Their primordial spirit then disappeared into space, becoming a wisp of ghost without mind or consciousness.

Song, stopped moving, and looked at the figure drifting around in surprise...... These figures, just like him before, couldn't wait to run forward when they saw this pool of water, scooping up water and drinking wildly......

Watching them sip water and drink wildly, loosely licking their chapped lips, but did not go. Then he saw the most terrifying scene, so he was so frightened that he hurriedly retreated, approaching Zhong Kui's side and not daring to drink water again.

After the countless figures drank in the water, their faces suddenly burst into impetigo-like blisters, and then festered and flowed out viscous fluid. They also felt pain and fear, nervously watching as their hands slowly festered, and their mouths let out hoarse screams.

Human nature turned out to be so fragile and vulnerable, and the heart-rending screams were deeply rooted in Song's heart.

Zhong Kui tells him that it all stems from the retribution he got for being too stubborn. As long as you reform in the future, get through this catastrophe, and honor your parents, you will be fine.

He believed Zhong Kui's words, and got into the cloth bag he carried with him in an orderly manner. It's going to find your body and force out the evil ghost that has taken over your body.

In Song's memory, Zhong Kui found this private clinic effortlessly.

It seems that some kind of ceremony is being held here, and there are several men and women standing on both sides, and a wheelchair is sitting loose! It's not Song, it's the evil Maoshan master.

His condescending eyes proudly accepted the gaze of everyone. A pair of eyes full of obsession, reverence, longing, greed, longing, and longing, watched the master in a wheelchair go to his high throne.

Between the lightning and flint, a sword shot out of thin air, poof! Plunged deep into the head of this unstoppable and domineering Maoshan master. The sword is Zhong Kui's embroidery needle thinner than a hair, and the embroidery needle pierces the top of this person's head, locking the soul from leaking.

He exchanged his body for the way of others, and the embroidery needle pierced the top of the master's head, and these disciples didn't know it, and they still worshipped vigorously!

Zhong Kui appeared and appeared on the throne that belonged to Master Maoshan, and looked at him with disdain as his sharp eyes lowered his head, the soul that had been sealed in his body.

The disciples who were obsessed with this master looked at the master in amazement, but they did not dare to speak.

These people couldn't see Zhong Kui, but one of the big men saw it. He looked around in a rage, trying to ask who was standing on the master's seat. It's a pity that no one saw Zhong Kui, and they don't know when he came in or when he appeared there.

The big man asked in a rough voice, "Who are you?" Suddenly, he hurriedly covered his mouth, as if he was afraid of his own voice, which woke up the sleeping master.

Zhong Kui sneered, "Since you can see me, then you should be unlucky." As he spoke, he stood up stealth, rushed to Master Maoshan's side with all his might, grabbed his soul that had just emerged with a head, and threw Song's soul on his body.

Master Maoshan said that it was not good, and when Zhong Kui reached out to catch it, he made a false move, and hurriedly changed his body shape and left the place.

Zhong Kui chased after him.

Loose in a wheelchair wakes up. The onlookers hurriedly stepped forward, reverently held on to the armrest of the wheelchair, and then pushed him forward step by step.

"I'm not...... I'm pine! Song suddenly shouted, startling them on the spot.

After a moment of stunned stalemate, he recounted the cause and effect. Those men and women looked at each other, and in their impressions remembered that there was a person named Zhong Kui, who was said to be the ghost king of the underworld, according to the words of this child, the ghost king came forward, so Master Maoshan's plan to continue his life was likely to die.

At present, these pious disciples, in addition to sighing, are still taboo in their hearts about the Zhong Kui that this kid talked about, who dares to oppose the ghost king without fear? Not at all! Can it end well if you get it right? For a while, the scene was like a bird scattering, running and walking all at once, leaving the big man and pine at the scene.

The big man stared at Song with a fierce gaze, his gaze with a murderous aura.