He hadn't spoken to anyone for a long time, stammered a little, stumbled in speech, and walked in the same posture as he walked.

"I'll see you...... I've seen you ......."

"Huh." It's good that I'm not drinking water, otherwise I would have spit on him, and this way of accosting him is too old-fashioned.

He was a little anxious and took a small step forward, "I...... That's right...... It's true. ”

I didn't doubt the truth or falsehood, but isn't it normal to have seen someone.

"Tell me...... "He was standing, I was sitting, looking up to see that he was uncomfortable, and asked him to sit down.

"To be precise, I haven't seen you in real person, I'm ...... I've seen your portrait. He pondered his rhetoric for a long time, and said it a few more times, and his speech was obviously much smoother.

I cheered up all of a sudden, this is interesting, I have seen my portrait, was it secretly painted by someone who has a crush on me?

"Where have you seen it? You can't lie to me, right? "I'm interested, but is there really someone who is spying on me?

I still can't believe what he says 100% of the time, people always have to keep an eye on themselves.

Out of curiosity, my feet swayed in the chair.

"Hell......" This time he pronounced words unusually clearly.

I stumbled, but luckily didn't fall, and laughed dryly twice to ease my shock.

I've always heard about hell before.

It is said that the "Golden Sutra of the Sun" and the "Black Sutra of the Dead" are both from hell.

Amman opens the gates of hell and summons ghost soldiers to gain great power, and the Tree of Death comes from hell and dominates the village of Pingma for a hundred years.

Hell is synonymous with horror and indescribable power.

But hell has no picture of me.

I was suspicious, but I didn't ask directly, and made a look of understanding, "Oh? ”

This is the highest level of negotiation, and when it is true, it is true, and when it is false, it is also false.

He was a little uncertain and looked at me a lot, "I'm a ghost from hell." ”

My hand stroked the Soul Bell again.

He waved his hand when he saw my movements, "I really don't mean anything, I just want you to do me a favor." ”

Sure enough, that was the purpose of his trip.

When he said this, I was much less wary.

"Why do you think I'm going to help you? Just because you've seen my portrait? I glanced at him coldly.

"But...... Don't you wonder why your portrait is in hell? He tilted his head forward and stared at me intensely.

The way he looked was so disgusting that even though I was a medical student, I couldn't stand it anymore and had to retreat.

"Maybe someone who saw me, fell in love, went to hell and still thought about me, so he painted my portrait." I guessed. Although it is a bit shameful to say, it is not impossible.

He shook his head slowly, and the steel needles in his eyes shook with him. I had to keep backing a bit, afraid that the needle would accidentally poke me.

"The person in the painting is you, but it's not you." He babbled nervously.

I was furious, and I said that I saw my portrait, but now I say that it is not me, and there is no end......

"My patience isn't very good, I'm afraid you've forgotten how you feel when you're burned by a charm."

He jerked to his feet, hiding his injured arm behind him, "You...... Believe...... I, I said...... It's true. ”

As soon as he was nervous, he began to stutter again.

I was helpless, "I scared you, you can say it well, and after I finish speaking, I will consider whether to help you." ”

He smiled and sat down again, "I saw your portrait at Hades, with white jade as the edge and gold wire as the belt, where the Hades is, your portrait will be there." ”

, did I really guess that, in my limited time of more than twenty years, I was really loved by a person I didn't even know existed?

The TV series' Huang Jing didn't dare to act like this at eight o'clock.

He finished and stared at me again.

His eyes were only usable, so that blood-red eye stared at me without moving, as if looking through me at another person.

This look made me creepy, and I said unhappily, "Have you seen enough?" ”

He withdrew his presumptuous eyes, with a hint of a smile on his face, "See clearly, it's you...... The person in the portrait of Hades is you, because you all have a golden six-pointed star on your foreheads, and you all wear soul-fixing bells on your hands......"

My heart trembled, and I said in a deep voice, "What kind of painting is it?" ”

He shifted his gaze from my face to the water glass, "You have to promise me to help first......"

I got up, turned around and left, politely failed to negotiate with him, and went online......

He teleported in front of me, blocking the way, "She is dressed in red, her appearance is rare in the world, and she smiles. ”

I hugged my chest, "Then why do you say I'm not her?" ”

"You don't look like her, she's more beautiful......," he said after thinking, "Last night, I summoned two imps who were on an errand with Hades, and they were ninety percent sure that you were the one on the painting. Moreover, I have a feeling that you are different from ordinary onmyoji......"

It turns out that the two people who spoke last night are indeed ghosts, and the reason why they are sneaky is to know if I am the person on the painting.

I felt a chill down my spine, and suddenly I thought of something terrible, the mark on my forehead that appeared inexplicably, and the soul bell only confessed to me, and it looked less and less like myself......

The Painted Man in Hell...... Who the hell is it?

"I helped you, what good can you give me?" I lifted my chin.

He breathed a sigh of relief, "If you can help me, I can show you the painting." ”

Could that painting have something to do with constant dreams......

What exactly do those dreams mean......

Maybe after seeing the painting, there will be a breakthrough.

I was irritable, and I nodded and agreed to the male ghost's request.

The male ghost was overjoyed and wanted to rush up and hug me, but I immediately stepped aside and dodged, "You take it easy, the steel needle in your eye is about to poke me......"

He withdrew his hand embarrassedly, "I was excited, I didn't pay attention." ”

"Tell me, what do you want me to do for you?" Lian Rourou's banquet was in the evening, and it was still early, and there was a whole day to do other things.

He wiped his hand on his trouser leg and pulled a photo from the inside of his jacket, he was afraid that his blood-stained hands would stain the photo, so he carefully held it between his two fingers.

I leaned over curiously and saw a girl in a bachelor's uniform smiling very sweetly at the camera.

She ...... It's my girlfriend before I died......" The male ghost has a low voice, and I guess he must love his girlfriend very much.

"I have been dead for five years, I was a painter before my death, and in hell, Hades took a fancy to my talent for painting, and promised me that after five years, let me go back to the world to see her......"

I listened intently.

"I owe her a promise when I was alive, and she is still waiting, I want to fulfill my promise."

"But you're dead, you're not in the same world as her...... Let it be passed. For some reason, this sentence blurted out.

Even I was stunned for a moment, as if I had said this countless times in the past long time.

He was faintly excited, and the red in his eyes was even worse, as if he was about to bleed, "If she doesn't come out of this shadow, she will die!" ”

I pursed my lower lip, "How do you want me to help you?" ”

He took two deep breaths, "Give me a bowl of your heart's blood, let me be promoted in an instant, appear in front of her completely and refreshingly, and say a final goodbye to her." ”

I staggered backwards, bleeding in my heart? It only takes a bowl of heart blood to save Ah He, this male ghost has nothing to do with me, and it would be too lion to open his mouth if he wanted a bowl of heart blood.

He was taken aback by my reaction and stepped back, "Please, I really need your help." If you don't help me, I don't know who will be able to help me......"

"You go and reincarnate, this thing...... I have more than enough heart but not enough strength, human affairs have nothing to do with you from the moment you die, and your girlfriend has her own creation. Again, I persuaded him.

He doesn't have the resentment of a powerful ghost, but he has obsessions, obsessions before his death, so his soul is strong.

"Then please, please go and talk to her on my behalf." He also knew how abrupt it was to ask a stranger for his heart's work, so he had to ask for another one.

"Say what?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Let her take care of herself......" his voice lowered again.

I was even more irritable, thinking that I would quickly complete his commission, and nodded in agreement.

He was as happy as a child, flying ahead.

The sun had risen, and he was not afraid of the light. Maybe the ghosts from hell are even more awesome than the ghosts of the human world.

After thinking about it, he actually went to the place where the male ghost and his girlfriend lived.

It was an ordinary house, the road in front of it was mottled, and after the rain, there were many potholes on the ground, and a few children ran over it, almost splashing me with water.

They were supposed to be children from the neighborhood neighborhood, and when they saw me, they stopped and stared at me with wide eyes.

I looked back at them in confusion, and several of them stared at each other.

Suddenly, they stood in a row, bowed neatly to me, and shouted, "Hello teacher! ”

The crisp voice sounded very pleasant, and I turned my head strangely to look at the male ghost next to me.

How do you know that he also stared at me with a demented look...... Behind.

I immediately turned around, and the dark red painted door opened, and a girl leaned against it.

She smiled and nodded to me, then greeted a group of children.

The children ran away with their chatter.

The streets are a lot quieter.

She is very different from the appearance in the photo, she looks very young, but she exudes a dead air of twilight years.

Maybe that's what the male ghost said, his death had a great impact on her, and she hasn't come out yet.

"Hello, may I ask who you are?" Her voice was low, and she didn't know what she was talking about until she listened carefully.

I retracted my thoughts, licked my dry lips, and secretly glanced at the male ghost twice, and my eyes signaled to him, "Oops, I was in a hurry just now, and I forgot to think about what my identity is......"

The male ghost's whole heart is on the woman, and he can still give me a little bit of energy.