Han Wenwen walked on the street alone, like a lonely ghost, not knowing where to go. Confused eyes, looking at these strange creatures in this world, all kinds of faces, all kinds of expressions, smiling brightly like flowers, crying heartbroken. She remembers a lyric in a song: Life is not perfect, and regrets show the true colors of life. If you don't experience ups and downs in life, it's not a real life-

She muttered to herself: Life! Where is my life? She suddenly felt despair, as if everyone who passed by her was casting her eyes with compassion.

Han Wenwen was extremely depressed and felt that this society could no longer tolerate her. People are deliberately alienating her, they only have money in their eyes, they have no sympathy, and even the pitiful eyes of compassion are pretended.

The front was there, she didn't know. The whole person seemed to be hypnotized, and her consciousness was far away—moving forward mechanically step by step—and suddenly, she felt that there was an extra person around her, a familiar face. The face frightened her, and she slowly turned her head to look - the face was white, there was blood in the corners of the eyes, and the arms seemed to be dislocated hanging to the side - cold! Fear! A powerful imprisoning force stuck her in place like glue!

Zhang Heng is here to repay his kindness. The father's words have always been in my ears: Son, you have to remember. There are not many good people in the world, and you can meet a good person who does not ask for anything in return, and does not seek fame and fortune, that is your creation. So when you grow up, you have to be a useful person and do more good deeds to repay those who have been kind to you.

As he searched for the girl he had just met at the sacrificial shop, he kept in mind the path he had passed. It's so strange, but it's also so intimate. When I was a child, the scene of pushing the cart behind the two broken tricycles, everything that had been precipitated in my memory with time, surged back to my mind.

Although time has passed, things are not people. But he still remembers that the low-rise slums are gone, and they have become rows of high-rise buildings. The uneven asphalt roads have become east-west arteries. The various flowers and those peculiar scenery trees on both sides of the main road are very eye-catching and become an indispensable decoration of the city.

Look for it by feeling, and don't know if it's right or not. But he must find Han Wenwen, otherwise how can he explain to Aunt Ran Qin? A trot came to a big turntable. People come and go, and the endless flow of vehicles dazzles him-

In a trance, I felt my body loosen up, and I moved-suddenly that powerful confinement force changed into a driving force, pushing her into the fast lane-The whizzing vehicle was close at hand-Han Wenwen tried hard to resist, and her body fell back! She was terrified, and at the same time felt the strange push behind her. I also felt that my arm couldn't move, and a pair of white hands grabbed her and pushed-

Hatefully, no matter how much she shouted, no one seemed to hear her. Seeing that, Han Wenwen was about to die under those speeding wheels. She's crying—tears drifting away in the wind, and she knows her life is coming to an end!

Just at the last moment, a loud shout came out of thin air, "Hi, danger—" and then a vigorous figure flew over and pushed Han Wenwen away. Suddenly, there was a big turntable, a piercing sound of brakes, screams, and shouting suddenly blocked the traffic, and the scene was chaotic.

Han Wenwen is very grateful to Zhang Heng for saving his life. Because of his intervention, Han Wenwen's dry heart was moved, moved like a warm wind, making the world full of vitality and vitality, moving like a faint spring thunder, inspiring the lazy, moving like a slender spring rain, and moistening the dry heart.

(Zhong Kui)

Ninety-nine to one, that is, the two brothers and sisters of 'fin' and 'gills' left this era and returned to the trajectory of their time. When 'Gill' left Zhong Kui, he told him not to be fooled by the superficial appearance of this prison, but in fact, its biggest secret is not this.

She also said meaningfully to Zhong Kui: What you see is not necessarily real. The real one you don't necessarily see.

The Soul Eater is a new product that follows the times, and although the yang and the underworld are separated by a layer of paper, both worlds are being reformed with the changes of the times.

In order to have a better living environment and space, in the real world, human beings have begun to implement anti-corruption and clean government. All kinds of high-tech products came into being——

In their world of black and white impermanence, they are also in the process of reform and evolution. For example, the Soul Eater is their new product, which is used to deal with those rigid ghosts who are stubborn and don't want to go to the underworld to report. It can also be used to deal with those ghosts who do evil in the world.

With the new product, Zhong Kuijian will withdraw from its historical mission and withdraw from the stage that belongs to it. However, Zhong Kui was a little reluctant to give it up, and when Black and White Impermanence left, he left Zhong Kui's scabbard and took away the truncated blade.

The eerie prison is empty and resounding with the echo of the wind. The sound of tired footsteps came from Zhong Kui's feet. Deep, dark passages were the areas he had to inspect.

Because of the haste of walking, the 'gills' were not clearly stated.

He seemed to be able to hear the sound of his own heartbeat, knock ~ knock ~ knock ~ his eyelids jumped, and a dark shadow flashed five meters in front of him - like a conditioned reflex, his body rushed towards the shadow like an arrow from Xuan. The torch beams trembled, and the light and shadow cast a thousand strange images.

No one? No! What I just saw was definitely not a person. What is not a person? Zhong Kui asked himself repeatedly, and continued to search inch by inch. Suddenly, a faint ghostly aura entered the breath and breath.

Zhong Kui sneered, and said in his heart: Even if you are cunning, you will not be able to escape the pursuit of the hunter in the end. His fingers clasped tightly around the Soul Eater, his eyes vigilantly following the increasingly thick ghost aura step by step.

Suddenly, he stopped, and at the end of the aisle, a dark red iron door came into view. Intuitively, the shadow must have entered this iron door.

The dark red iron door looks very strong and heavy. Zhong Kui flew up and kicked - a dull echo of 'bang', and the iron door still didn't move.

He was also a mortal, tired from days of running around and hungry. He was already exhausted, and he was in dire need of strength - he had to close his eyes slightly, concentrate on merging with his surroundings, and try his best to be in tune with the outside world, absorbing energy and restoring energy! As long as his spirit is highly concentrated, he can make the invisible spirit exert great power on the real material world.

But this power is a drain on bodily functions, and fortunately Chung Kui rarely uses it. There is no danger, it is forced by the situation at the moment, and it must be used!

Exhaled lightly, his eyes fixed on the iron door - and flew up again with a kick "Hey! "Shout. The iron door vibrated violently, and after the fine dust and dust fluttered down, it made a heavy 'creak' sound and slowly opened.

In the black hole room, a strange smell wafted from the first time. Not that rancid smell, not a musty smell, but a strange scent. It's like a lady's boudoir, filled with that refreshing scent in every corner.