Mi'er never saw Sheng Jin again after seeing this, she knew that he must be heartbroken and disappointed to the extreme, she couldn't care about anything when she saw Yinque at that time, although the person was a vermilion fish illusion, but she still went with "him". She still doesn't want to marry Sheng Jin, once she marries, it will be a lifetime, Sheng Jin's life is very short, but what kind of face should she accompany him to old age? Her appearance has not changed for thousands of years, what will she do once he gets old? She couldn't look at the distance after all.

Later, Lan Shimo also knew about Zhu Yu pretending to be Yinque, but the real Yinque still didn't come back. Time passed day by day, life seemed to be on the right track, Situ Mingyue would not come back for a week on a business trip to country M, and the time for Lan Shimo to go there had to be postponed.

In the blink of an eye, it is the July Festival.

The July Festival is the Midyear Festival, and it is said that every year on July 15th, the ghost door of the underworld is opened, so that the imprisoned ghosts can come out to wander for a short time and enjoy the blood food of the world, so July is also known as the ghost month, and people will think that this month is an inauspicious month, that is, not to marry or move.

In the Hades Palace, the boy with a little cinnabar on his eyebrows curled up in the corner of the sofa, eating lollipops while looking at the information in his hand: "Since you are doing well, let's let them all out." When the two girls next to him heard him say this, they looked at each other with displeasure written on their faces.

This time of year is the most tiring time in the underworld, not only to release the ghosts in an orderly manner, but also to recall them when the time comes, the obedient will come back by themselves, and the disobedient can also come back with a spell. The difficulty lies in the fact that some obsessive ghosts, even if they endure the pain of burning themselves in the fire, do not want to come back, not to mention that they will cause trouble in the world, which undoubtedly increases the difficulty of their work, so that they will not have a peaceful life after July until the end of the year.

The woman in the white short skirt wears a white Jiuquan forgetfulness crown, the crown is embedded with white pearls, the left and right sides are inserted with a foot long white jade hairpin, and the white silk is hung at the tail of the hairpin at the same time. The white knee-length dress was sporadically painted with red mantras, and a peace knot made of red thread was tied around the waist, wrists, and skirt, with long tassels of the same color falling from the ends. The white high heels made her playful and dreamy.

The lanterns around you emit a warm glow, and when you get closer, you will find that the lanterns are filled with the lamentations of thousands of souls who are unwilling to perish.

The lantern painted with Manjush Sawa also radiates a gentle glow, on which the word "Yellow Spring" is written in blood, and long tassels dance in the wind on the safe knot below the lantern. The spirit follows the lantern to lead to a city that never sleeps, warm during the day, and reduced to a ghostly phantom sneering late at night.

Her whole body exuded a kind of unhappiness, I was so painful.

She is joyful and impermanent, lotus leaves and yellow springs, and water is like.

Compared to her, the woman in purple next to her was much calmer.

She wore a high-slit purple dress of fine satin tailoring, revealing her long white legs, a pair of black high heels made it look slender and charming, a slender waist was tied with a golden ribbon embroidered with manzhu sawa, and her clothes were full of valuable polished jade. The frost-like white hair is half pulled and half scattered, and there is a bunch of finely made golden sandalwood flowers pinned to the place on the right, wearing a purple Taishan Jingshi crown, and two black jade hairpins more than a foot long are strung from top to bottom on the left and right sides of the crown. There are two black lanterns hanging at each end of the slightly longer jade hairpin below, and there are black silky tassels falling below the lantern, the right lantern is written with the word "Tianxia", and the lantern on the left is written with the word "Taiping".

A pair of purple eyes seem to suck away people's souls, but the right eye has a black pattern like a hell manzhu sawa, perhaps because it is too weird She covered the frightening eye with a black veil, but she didn't know that the looming black lines were even more terrifying, and the purple lips were slightly hooked like a smile.

A chain of burning purple flames and black gold surrounds the body, and this chain is called the Broken Sorrow Lock. Attachment is stupidity, love and hate are stupidity, and all dark feelings give birth to clusters of purple ghost fires, and it can take away all the resentment in the world, and those ghost fires that surround the chains will be brought to hell by her.

Holding a huge white whisk about the height of her body, the tip of the whisk was inlaid with brilliant golden gems that shone brightly, and each thread thinner than a hair represented a soul. A thousand breezes can calm the soul, and those sorrows and joys will settle like dust.

She is a white-haired ghost envoy, also called a thousand whisks, a thousand whisks.

"Weiwei, let's do it according to the old rules." The boy looked into the corner of the main hall, still staring at the TV, and his eyes were full of pink shadows. The boy waited for a long time and didn't see the slightest response from her, and frowned and scolded: "Bai Weiwei-"

The two women next to him were both in formal clothes attending the meeting, and the person in Lolita clothes not far away looked at the beautiful man on the TV and became a nymphomaniac, not paying attention to the content of the meeting at all.

The two of them are the Lotus Leaf Huangquan and the Thousand Whisk Requiem Envoys of the Underworld, who are in charge of the souls of the underworld, and are also responsible for leading the newly dead into the city of Wufu.

"Master, Master!" Lotus Leaf Huangquan made Shui Ruo take a look at His Royal Highness's unkind eyes, and immediately trotted to the girl's side, turned off the TV, and said, "Master, Your Highness asked you!" "This master really doesn't know what she has in her head, such an important matter is still so irrelevant, it would be terrifying if His Royal Highness was angry and let her go to the eighteenth layer of hell for a few days. She really wanted to knock her on the head a few times, and she didn't take His Royal Highness seriously too much, so he was now the master of the underworld.

"What's the big deal that makes you rush like this?" The girl got up and pointed her finger at the tip of her nose, "Look at your sad face, it will become ugly, learn from others, and be calm and calm." The girl pointed to the thousand whisks standing motionless on the edge of the wind.

She is calm and calm, calm in the face of things, and her immovable appearance is carved out of the same mold as her master.

"It's July and a half soon, Master, you can have a snack!" Shui Ruo pouted and was not convinced, it was like this every year, she was obviously a person with a master, and her feet did not touch the ground every year, so it was better to be relaxed without the master's thousand brushes. There is no one left with this hands-off master, even if you don't help every year, you will add to the chaos, I really don't know why you are the White Bone Lady that the hundred ghosts are afraid of?

It's still Qianfu who helps her every time so that she won't be unable to complete the task, and sometimes she feels that Qianfu is more like her master.

"Don't worry, Your Highness, it's not the first time." Bai Weiwei stretched out his hand and held a pink Lolita umbrella in his hand, and in an instant, it turned into a bone umbrella with skeletons as bones, and the white veil on the umbrella surface hung down with crystal clear glass beads. Under the white umbrella, the brown curls moved with the wind, and the original Lolita pink dress faded little by little into a snow-white sexy mille-feuille skirt, the front piece exposed her slender legs, and the back piece mopped the floor, and the layers of dresses were like clouds and butterflies, ethereal and ethereal. There are glass beads scattered on the clothes, and when you get closer, you can see that those are carefully polished with human bones, and even the high heels are embedded with glass pendants made of human bones. It turned out that she was the White Bone Lady who was born in a lot of white bones, Bai Weiwei. Legend has it that she can't see the moonlight, which will make her fade away from her disguise and turn into a pile of bones, so she often holds an umbrella.

"Don't let the demons take the lives of ordinary people like last time." Feng Ming bit the lollipop and reminded viciously.

"Accidents, accidents, Your Highness can rest assured that it won't be this time." Bai Wei held the umbrella slightly, and was very embarrassed.

"I don't want to do something like a second time." Feng Ming disliked to speak, and people who had not reached the end of their life could not enter the underworld, and even if they came, they could not be reincarnated, so they simply sent their souls back before the person was cremated. It frightened the man's relatives and friends, and even the person who burned the corpse was so frightened that he didn't dare to do that job anymore, after all, the cremator had never seen a person jumping up in front of the incinerator and shouting for decades.

A burst of frost floated on Bai Wei's beautiful and delicate face, and the corners of his mouth twitched: It's really a pot that can't be opened.

"Your Highness, the master has also been punished, and she will definitely not forget the suffering of the Ice Purgatory." Shui Ruo on the side swore that he was also reminding Bai Weiwei not to relax his vigilance.

"What do you say, kid?" Bai feigned anger slightly, and his delicate little face was wrinkled.

"Go ahead." Feng Ming waved away a few people, jumped off the sofa with bare feet, picked up apples and walked back and forth in the hall, and after a long time, he slowly spoke: "Master, Master, you have gone to the world to sprinkle happiness, poor I am still a child, how can you bear to let me sleep in front of this group of ghosts all day long?" harm-"