Triangle and Yuanyuan also slowly opened their eyes, the crazy posture of the ghost rune shocked the two of them, it turned out that it would be so painful to conclude a contract, the black ghost rune was tightly wrapped around each other's wrists but did not leave a trace, as if it disappeared when it touched them. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The bright light was as unpredictable as neon, and the yang pith finally noticed something unusual when it looked closely, and the brilliant light formed a kaleidoscopic pattern, some like humans, some like animals and plants.

Yang Pi was stunned and looked in the direction of Yuanyuan, but he didn't expect that the expressions of the two were also extremely vivid, from astonishment to surprise to joy, and all kinds of reflections dispelled Yang Pi's idea of continuing to ask.

It was probably the first time the two had encountered this situation, the pain in his wrist was getting worse and worse, and he watched his skin open and heal with wide eyes, but the pain seemed to be manageable, and this was what made him quite magical.

Maybe a long time, maybe only a few dozen seconds, maybe a day, a year, maybe a century, there was no concept of time, and the end of the ghost rune finally wrapped around the back of the penalty's hand, leaving a mark of red flame on the back of his hand.

Triangle and Yuanyuan looked at the red mark on the back of his hand, and said in unison, "Is this the registration code?"

The two looked at Barclay in unison, waiting for a final answer.

"Yes, his file has been entered into the information management system of the underworld, and if nothing else, no one will deliberately pay attention to his origin. You can send him to Old Ghost Fernans. I'm really sleepy. Barclay's huge head slowly squeezed through the window, and the window closed with a bang, leaving a dead ash of silence.

"Alright, don't waste time, let's go see Fenance now!" Yuan said, raising his hand and patting the phallic marrow on the shoulder like a long-lost friend.

The penis stared at the flame mark on the back of his hand, staring for a long time and responding unintentionally, "Well, who is that Fernans?"

"Is it your master?" replied Triangle, still in a weird manner.

"My master?" Yang was stunned, how could my master not know that I still had a master.

"Of course it's your master. "Triangle doesn't have room for the yang marrow to speak at all," Fenance is the last supervisor of Ark City that you are about to take over, and also our trainee teacher. ”

"Ark City?" Yang Miao seemed to have an impression, it was next to the Rafting City where he was located, and the Qizhou District where he was located took tourism by the sea as a resort, but he didn't expect him to be a competent official.

If it was not a dream, then everything in this dream was not what he wanted, as long as he believed it.

Yuan Yuan noticed the subtle change in the expression of the yang marrow, and Quan took it as the reason for his excessive nervousness.

"I understand your uneasiness, and recall that I was shocked by all of this when I was taken to the underworld after my death. I never thought that after death, there would really be a world, a home for souls. Yuan Yuan comforted.

"How did you die?" asked Yang Ji curiously.

"It's hard to say. Yuan Yuan smiled.

"Hey, hurry up and wait for the bus! we can't miss the last undead bus. Triangle interrupted the conversation.

Triangle and Yuanyuan jumped back from the road just now with the yang pith, and the road slowly disappeared in the smoke, and the surrounding sky was still cloudy, like dark clouds around them.

"Where's the car?" in the silent atmosphere, the yang marrow looked a little embarrassed.

"This is the last bus to the thirteenth district of the underworld, probably a few minutes left!" Yuan Yuan was the first to speak, "Triangle, you take out the stop sign!"

The marrow didn't know how to respond, trying not to be so surprised.

I saw that Triangle took out another pocket from the pocket of his suit, and there were two small letters on it that read 'stop sign'. Yang almost thought that this triangle was the reincarnation of Doraemon, and anything could be turned out of his pocket.

The stop sign is a bit like the golden hoop stick of Monkey King, it can be big or small, and when it gets bigger, there is only one line of numbers on it, "8013", maybe it is the sequence of the bus of the dead!

A one-person-high sign stood in front of them, directly blocking the yang marrow.

"Di Di Di-" Three car horns sounded, and a bus slowly drove in the thick fog, and the faint yellow lights of the bus swayed to their stop sign with an ambiguous style, and then stopped flutteringly.

With the stop sign in his pocket again, Triangle and Circle were the first to jump on the door that had already been opened.

It was an extremely dilapidated bus, painted in black and white, and apart from the red glow of the glass, it was no different from the broken car that was ready to be scrapped.

"You, hurry up. "Triangle didn't have a good airway.

The penis hurriedly ran into the car, and the sound of squeaking and breaking was uncomfortable, but what made him even more uneasy was that the car had no driver. As soon as he got into the car, he started immediately, and he couldn't hear the sound of the engine turning and the wheels rubbing, as if he was floating in mid-air.

Through the car window, you can't see a single grass or tree around, only the flow of dark clouds.

Triangle, Yuanyuan, and Yang Pi each found a corner and sat down, and there was no communication.

Yang Mian can finally quietly think about everything he has experienced like a dream.

He, called Yang Pi, has been called this since he was born. I don't know who gave such a strange name, and I don't know if there is any meaning behind it.

Because of him, he was born in an orphanage in Ark City.

I have always been accustomed to living alone.

From childhood to adulthood, to the current age of eighteen, academic performance is neither good nor bad. In the words of the people, there is no sense of existence. A teacher who learns well is praised by a teacher, and a teacher who learns badly is also disgusted, but he will neither be praised nor disgusted.

Despite this, he also got into college, but before he could go to college, he encountered the fact that he was dead.

It's ridiculous, he has always had this kind of encounter in his ordinary and uneventful life, he is actually not at ease, and he is also yearning for a vigorous life in his heart.

Heroes, heroes, supermen, and leaders are also limited to the fantasy of the yang marrow, just like he has fantasized countless times about dating his dream lover Meihui. Part of the reason why he chose Univentis Universidad Franciscan in Region 7 when he was alive was also to get a glimpse of the beauty of beauty.

That sensual beauty, I'm afraid an inconspicuous guy like him doesn't deserve to stand next to that person!

Looking back on the eighteen years of confusion, he had no close friends, only silence in silence.

Sitting by the bus window, the dark clouds passed by the window, but it only lasted for a moment before the dark clouds dissipated. The scenery outside the window became clearer, and the yang looked down.

He actually saw the city below, decorated with human light, but it was very monotonous. The outline of the city gradually becomes clear, neither Western nor Chinese, but it blends this and this character. Speaking of which, the biggest feature is still black and white.

Almost all the buildings are black and white, some like hanging towers on cliffs, some like artificially carved circular stairs, and even more like houses stacked with countless prisms.

The undead bus slowly moved over these buildings, and the windows suddenly crossed the transparent light spots, gradually increasing like a meteor shower, rotating around the bus, and the undead bus slowly landed under the guidance of many light spots.

An unknown street appeared in front of the yang, this street was very dark, there was no light that had just been seen, like an old street that was dilapidated because of age.

The buildings here look like wooden pavilions in the Oriental world, but the wooden structure carries the dirt that has accumulated for many years, accompanied by the smell of damp and moldy, and the yang pith is called out of the car.

"Hey, get out of the car!" Triangle shouted at the dazed penis.

Yang Pi immediately followed Yuanyuan out of the car, and the undead bus gradually disappeared in front of them.

The three of them walked for a long time on the dark streets, silent, which can only be described in this way. The only sound with the frequency is the footsteps of the yang pith itself, while the triangle and the circle walk without any sound.

In the blink of an eye, the three of them came to an old house. The house is also very dilapidated, with a row of windows installed on the first floor of the pure wooden structure, but from the windows there is a faint white light.

That little white light is extremely attractive in this dark world, and it may be a warm existence, Yang Ji thought. Watching Triangle step forward and gently knock on the side door a few times, "Knock knock-"

After a few sounds, the door opened.

From the white light, Yang Pi clearly saw that an old man in gray robe came out of it, like a wizard in the Western world, but he looked like a yellow man from the East, with narrow and pure black eyes, high cheekbones, and mottled hair in a bun. Looking at the skinny appearance, there are some fairy wind bones, the appearance of a master in the world.

After the old man hugged the triangle and the circle respectively, he turned his gaze to the yang pith.

The penetrating gaze firmly locked the penis on, and soon the solemnity on the old man's face was replaced by a kind smile.

Suddenly came to the yang piano, as if floating in front of him, and also gave the yang pith a polite hug. The yang pulp was a little flattered, and the body was very stiff.

The old man looked him up and down, and finally spoke, "Hello, the old man is Fenance, you can call the old man Old Man Fei like Falow and Wright." ”

Every word spoken by the deep voice made the yang pulp feel a burst of warmth from the bottom of his heart inexplicably, and the old man stretched out his hand very casually and motioned for the yang pith to enter the house.

At this time, Yang Pi was a little confused, this was the first time he felt so cared, and when he came back to his senses, the four of them were already sitting on the soft collapse in front of the fireplace in the room.

The fire in the fireplace seemed to be burning brightly, but the flame was also white, like a layer of mercury.

On one side of the wall of the house hung countless small bags that looked like triangles had taken out before, but the pattern on each small cloth bag was very different.

Fernans was making tea, and the king-size teapot was delicately held in Fernans's hand, and he deftly poured the liquid inside into the teacup in front of the penis.

Pushed in front of the yang marrow, and said, "Come, drink some tea! This is aromatic herbal tea, your soul may not be very accustomed to the bad luck of the underworld when you first came to the underworld, it is better to drink some tea." ”

"Drink, drink, drink!" said Yuanyuan to the Yang Piao, "Mr. Fernans's tea is extremely precious, and you should be honored. ”

Yang Pi didn't speak, picked up the teacup and drank it all, and as soon as he finished drinking, he found that his whole body was emitting white light.

The triangle, the roundness, and even Fernans's surprise.

"What a transparent soul!" Fernans commented, amazed.