"I am willing to accept sanctions, can I let him go. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info," the woman said, pointing to the man.

"I'm afraid I can't do this, after all, it has also harmed too many people, no matter who is the mastermind of you, you can't escape the punishment of the rules." I'll be honest.

"I said that I killed those people, she and I were just a puppet imprisoned by me in the basement, you can see the charm behind that painting, everything comes at me, it doesn't matter if you want me to be scattered, let her go." The man said to me, his expression anxious.

Ignoring it, I turned to the woman and asked, "Who are you?"

"Didn't you talk about my identity just outside the door?! I hear it all. The woman said, her expression unchanged, as if her facial nerves had stiffened along with the corpse.

"Sure enough, you're the writer, but I don't understand why you're the way you are?" I said, my gaze sweeping between them.

After a moment of silence, the woman said to me, "This is something that started a long time ago. When I was alive, I was the patron here, so I could get a room in the dormitory that belonged to me. And with the permission of the school, I opened a basement under this room, which is where we are now. ”

"To explain, the main reason why I came here is to concentrate on writing. In my second year here, I met the art teacher and quickly fell in love. When she said this, her eyes looked gently at the teacher on the side.

"After a few things, we managed to get together, and although he couldn't move in with me, he often painted with me. One of his favorites is to paint me, and these oil paintings are all painted by him for me, and I like them very much. The writer said, his eyes shining with the light of a fairy tale, as if he were looking forward to the past, and dreamy colors enveloped him.

"We've had a lot of fun every day together. It's just a pity that there is no story that doesn't go through twists and turns, and I was sick, and it was very serious, resulting in my death at the age of thirty-two. This is how I ended up. She put her hand in front of the glass window and whispered.

"And then, as I said earlier, he didn't hesitate to use someone else's life to keep you alive in order to keep you in the world, right?" As I spoke, the ghost in front of me nodded silently.

"So you're behind the glass window, you actually have a breath left, right?" I pointed to the "corpse" with the slight undulation of the body, and said that if I hadn't looked closely enough later, I am afraid that I would have always thought it was a corpse.

"That's right." It confessed.

"It's just a pity, it's time for you to hit the road now." I'm brutal about it.

"Although I have always been in pain for hurting those lives, I am also responsible, and not at all. At the end of the day, if it weren't for my own selfish intentions, I would have had enough power to stop him. It's a pity that people are inherently fragile and easily tempted, and I didn't hesitate to condone him to kill people to keep me alive in order to spend more time with my lover. "It did have a pained expression on its face as it spoke, and it was clearly not lying.

The woman continued with relief: "But I have figured it out now, it is enough, since this is the law of nature, why should I continue to struggle, instead of doing useless struggles, it is better to just go with the flow." Since I can continue to live in such a posture, it means that this world has souls and those things, and if there is a soul, there must be another life, the next life......"

Suddenly, a sad look appeared on her face, and she turned to the man and said, "If there is a next life, you still have to come to me, if not, then we at least have memories to prove that we met."

The man was silent for a long time, then got up from the ground, came to the woman, took her hand, and said to her, "I have figured it out too, everything is up to you."

I looked at them, raised an eyebrow, and said, "So, are you planning to turn yourself in?"

The two ghosts nodded. Seeing this, I took out a slightly larger glass bottle from the treasure bag and said to them: "This bottle can carry your soul in it, and I will send you to a place where you can be transformed, so that you may still be able to enter samsara, but I am not sure if this thing will succeed, if not, I will still directly send your soul into the realm of nothingness." So if you have anything to say now, just find it, and you may not have a chance in the future. ”

I said, stepping back and giving them room to talk, even if it didn't work... Because the sound of their conversation still came to my ears. The conversation was as follows:

"You're leaving, do you regret it?" The woman asked.

"Of course I regret it, I regret that I didn't meet you earlier. If I had met you earlier, I might have been able to see more of your expression before your facial nerves were broken. The man said, trying to be as natural as possible, but unfortunately his trembling hand betrayed it.

"You wait." The woman said, rubbing her face, and then looked up and pulled out a big smile at the man, which, with the smile in her eyes, really looked like a bright smile.

The man smiled helplessly, held it in his arms, and said, "Don't be afraid, even if you reach the realm of nothingness, I will go to you, you have to wait for me."

When they were almost done, I walked over and said, "I don't want to disturb you, but it's almost time, so let's do it?!"

The second ghost nodded, I opened the cap of the bottle, and was about to put their original souls inside, when the man suddenly remembered something, ahhhhh

"So good." I deliberately said with a look of disbelief, and then said to it in a relaxed tone: "But don't worry, I know who the woman you are talking about, and their affairs, I have time to settle accounts with him."

Putting their main souls away, I glanced at the glass window, and there was a veritable corpse behind it, and it was rotting at a rate visible to the naked eye, turning into a mass of loose sand.

It's a pity, Fang Cai is still a beautiful body, and at this time it will become sand, it seems that the spells from that place are really not fun, and they will eat back if they are not careful. I looked at the puddle of sand in the glass window and shook my head. (To be continued.) )