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The days seemed to be as quiet as the Netherworld Sea again, and I listened to the Dharma Protectors in the court meeting every day, and after a moment of silence, I still liked to stay in the library hall as I did when I was a child, but my mood was different from before. When I was tired, I climbed the tower to look out at the Netherworld, and occasionally went back to visit Yoshizakura, whom I loved as a sister, hoping that this would make up for my guilt.

The days flew by.

Year after year, the father died of a recurrence of an old injury, and the queen mother died without illness, and one day the maid went to deliver tea and saw the mother leaning on the chaise longue with a smile, at least the queen mother had nothing to worry about, she was walking peacefully. The leaves of the phoenix tree grow and fall, the petals of the flower on the other side are dry and blooming, and I am probably the loneliest king of the underworld.

I'm just waiting for the long-missed figure outside the Hades to reappear one night.

I did wait, a familiar figure, but it wasn't a sound.

After I returned to the palace of the underworld, I said to me, "King, I used to pray for the horoscopes when you and the priest were out, but I found that the stars had been chaotic, and I gathered the elders of the family but no one was able to solve them. Be careful lately, the underworld may be changing. ”

I remembered that my mother always did astrological astrology for me, but the results were always chaotic, I didn't understand what God was trying to convey, I just felt like I was being sucked into a bottomless abyss.

That day, I was looking through the history of the underworld in the library, and the wind happened to turn the page to the ghostly one. The light of anything must have a dark side opposite to it, and the ghost is the existence of the darkness, it is not a concrete person or thing, but a kind of power to absorb the dark side of people, and the person attached to it will get a strong spiritual power and be swallowed by the dark side.

Because of the high purity requirements for darkness, ghosts are difficult to form, and generally appear in the troubled times of the mortal world, so there are not many introductions to it in the history of the underworld.

The only time a ghost appeared was thousands of years ago, when a man possessed by a ghost broke through the fog and destroyed the mortal world and the underworld, and then the man was beaten to pieces by a man of unknown origin with a powerful spell, and the power of the ghost and the man who saved the two worlds disappeared without a trace. At that time, the king wanted to reward the man but gave up after searching for it to no avail, and the story became a material for after-dinner chatter over time.

The reckless sorcerer who came in interrupted my thoughts, only to see him hurriedly saluting: "King." ”

"Don't panic, what's the matter?" I put down the scroll in my hand and looked at the little magician who had just entered the Night Hades Palace. "The person next to Nanmo back then, she's back again!"

I suddenly became in a trance, and seemed to see the woman smiling grimly and saying that she remembered me. Could it be that my original guess was correct? The real owner of the spiritual power is this woman and not Nanmo, but why did she not show anything after Nanmo's death? All this seems to make no sense.

"Priest Siyi has sent a magician to summon the elders of the two families, and Priest Siyi said that this person may be even more tricky than Nanmo at the beginning, please go to the lookout of the city wall immediately. The sorcerer's words brought me back from my memories to reality, and I nodded at him and moved to the lookout.

Si Yi's face was pale, and he clutched the jade flute in his hand, the jade flute that he rarely played again after the disappearance of Tuyin. "This time it may be more serious than the one in Nanmo. Si Yi's gaze was unusually solemn: "I suspect that she has become a ghost." ”

I looked in the direction of Si Yi's finger with spiritual power, and saw that the woman was pacing over the Netherworld with ease, and she didn't even need to condense her spiritual power. Standing on the city wall, I could even feel the oppression of her spiritual power, and Nanmo was not at the same level at all.

Her hair was coiled high with a bone, her face was horribly scarred, her left sleeve was empty, and the flute she was holding in her right hand glowed with blood, and I couldn't connect the crying little girl with this woman with strange spiritual powers.

The bells of the Hades Palace rang, and the elders of the two families came.

Seeing this scene, they were also a little dumbfounded, it has been thousands of years since the ghost last appeared, and now there is probably no one in this world who is as outstanding as the man in white, and the ghost is now extinct in the world, no wonder they.