Zhao Huanshu looked at Murong Yuhong, the more he looked at it, the more familiar he felt, and Murong Yuhong also felt the same way, as if he and Zhao Huanshu were together, it was a matter of course and a long time ago, or ...... He had been with him a long time ago, and now it was nothing more than a matter of course.

Of course, whether it was Zhao Huanshu or Murong Yuhong, they couldn't remember what happened hundreds of years ago, but the long-sealed bond of love was like a seed, buried deep in the souls of the two people.

"Let's go!" Zhao Huanshu picked up the car keys and was about to drive, but the keys fell on his legs.

"Huh?"

At this moment, the scene in front of Zhao Huanshu's eyes took a moment, he didn't care, and reached out to get the key.

"Look at you're nervous, you can't hold the keys steadily, I'll drive." Murong Yuhong licked and smiled at Zhao Huanshu, but found that Zhao Huanshu was always staring at the front motionless.

"Senior brother?" Murong Yuhong's voice was vague in Zhao Huanshu's ears, and the scene in front of him became more and more blurred, and the road outside the window in front of the car, and the trees on both sides of the road, began to distort.

At this moment, Zhao Huanshu suddenly realized something, although he couldn't say it, but it was a feeling of extreme misery, he hurriedly turned his head, Murong Yuhong's face couldn't be seen even if it was very close, he kissed it desperately, because Zhao Huanshu knew that it would be too late if he didn't do it.

And Zhao Huanshu, who was in Murong Yu's red eyes, suddenly disappeared the moment he approached him.

There was only darkness in Zhao Huanshu's eyes, and he seemed to be able to hear Murong Yuhong calling his name, her voice became more and more anxious, and then, the sound of the car door opening, and the sound of the girl running and shouting, but ...... Who is this person who calls his name? Why can't you remember and forget...... Why forget?! Obviously a very important person, obviously close at hand......

Zhao Huanshu's mind was in chaos, and he soon became unable to think, and his whole person fell into the black chaos.

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"Haha! It's coming, it's coming! Tiger Wings! ”

In the real world's dungeon, Hei Wuchang looked at the half-cut blade in Zhao Huanshu's mobile phone and smiled from ear to ear: "No wonder the yin ghosts in this world are so powerful, no wonder Brother Zhao didn't remember the ghost list until the end in this story, it turned out to be influenced by one of the three evil swords, Tiger Wing!" ”

"Look at your pleasure, Tiger Wing has only received half of it, and there is still half of it to wait until the end of the story." Yeyou muttered on the side: "Brother Zhao is really miserable, I finally met with Murong, but in the end it was empty, alas! ”

"Don't sigh, their fate has long been doomed, not fate to be precise, even if Brother Zhao takes back all his abilities in the future, there is nothing to be done about Murong, although it is a bridge in the human TV series, but the facts are in front of him, to save the underworld and avoid chaos in the future, he must do this." Black Impermanence shrugged his shoulders and said.

"It doesn't have to be, does it?" Ye You said something that he didn't understand: "If Murong hadn't died back then, Brother Zhao would not have achieved anything in the future; But then again, since he chose to jump out of the human world, it is normal not to have these aspects of emotion, after all, we are completely different existences from the people of the yang world. ”

"I'm careful that Murong will appear in the next few stories." Hei Wuchang frowned: "If she let Brother Zhao recall, now with his cultivation and temperament, he will definitely refuse to leave in the fierce ghost world, and be with his Murong Yuhong." ”

"Let's keep watching, we can't interfere in Brother Zhao's world, we can only resign ourselves to fate." Yeyou shrugged his shoulders and looked at the mirror in Hei Impermanence's hand again.

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Ghost Story: Ghost Radio.

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"Listeners, welcome to tonight's 'Midnight Scream', I'm Zhang Fat."

"I'm Zhao Du."

Lao Li drove a taxi on the road, and it was already one o'clock in the middle of the night, he turned on the radio and listened to the program that the sports car used for entertainment every night.

This 'Midnight Scream' is a well-known ghost story radio, every night two announcers will tell ghost stories, the voice called Zhang Pang is deep and deep, and the ghost played by Zhao Du is weak, to be precise, it is gloomy and lifeless, very popular with ghost story lovers.

Lao Li lit a cigarette, stared at the road ahead with two eyes, and saw a woman beckoning on the side of the road in front of him, Lao Li stepped on the brakes, and the woman came up and said only three words: "Donglin Road." ”

The radio in the car continued to hear the voices of Zhang Pang and Zhao Dao, and Lao Li listened to the show with relish while preparing to turn around and go to Donglin Road.

"Zhao Du, our show is said to be popular with many taxi drivers."

"No, in the middle of the night, sports cars and friends who like supernatural things are the most atmospheric at this time."

"Then friends who are renting a car today should be careful, don't pull people casually."

"How so?"

"Zhao Du, you don't know? Say you stay, open a taxi at this time, it's best to run around the city, don't go to the suburbs and other places where no one is, it's easy to meet ghosts. ”

"What you said, there are also a lot of newly built commercial houses in the suburbs now, and the people who are generally pulled in are going far away to make money."

Lao Li leaned on the car chair and thought to himself that this was right, the Donglin Road where the woman went behind was nearly twenty kilometers away!

The voice on the radio continued: "Making money is making money, but I'm afraid of pulling something unclean." ”

"What do you mean by that?"

"Pull a car in the middle of the night, especially in the suburbs, such as the riverside, bridges, intersections, if someone wants to get in the car, don't care, increase the horsepower and run quickly!"

"Yes, the people who get on the bus by the river may be drowned while walking at night, and the people pulling on the bridge are ...... Is it really human? Don't you commit suicide by jumping into the river, needless to say at the crossroads, don't be killed by someone, the flesh and blood are blurred. ”

Lao Li listened to it and sighed in his heart, thinking that this show can't get along with him today? The woman sitting in the back of the car was the one who got on the crossroads that had just crossed the river in the suburbs, and she had all of them!

However, Lao Li didn't believe that there were really ghosts in the world, and looked at the back seat from the rearview mirror intentionally or unintentionally, and the woman was motionless on the chair, but her face was very pale.

"Little girl, you don't have a good face, are you sick?" Lao Li finally asked in order to be stable, but the woman didn't speak, just shook her head slowly.

The voice on the radio continued: "Zhao Du, let me tell you a story, it happened to my friend, he is a taxi driver, surnamed Li, and he ...... one night"

Lao Li was unhappy all of a sudden, why did the things in the ghost story match all the numbers with him? Even the last name is not bad.

At this moment, Lao Li looked in the rearview mirror and saw that the woman sitting behind him was gone......