"Rumeng, don't be afraid, this kid wants to bully you again, unless you step over my corpse."

If you dream of seeing Jia Huan being criticized and written, everyone condemns it, and a smug smile appears on the corner of her mouth.

Jia Huan didn't care about the noise and insults around him, and walked towards Rumeng.

Like a dream, the frightened bird hurriedly hid behind the crowd, pretending to be afraid, and begged: "Childe, save me!" I'm scared. ”

The short fat boy scolded: "Bold! We're all here! You still want to hurt the girl like a dream. ”

Jia Huan suddenly picked up the talent qi of the Wen Palace, and the talent qi turned into a huge slap and fanned towards the crowd. One by one, the fans flew out.

The rich man of the soil got closer, and he was hit the hardest, and he was directly fanned into a pig's head, which was originally round and round, but now it looks bigger and rounder!

When the crowd behind saw Jia Huan, they were so ruthless that they didn't dare to chatter, and hid to both sides.

The short and fat man angrily rushed towards Jia Huan.

Jia Huan was also a little surprised, looking at the short and fat man who rushed over, and saw that it was Wu Xiu's shelf.

The short and fat man punched Jia Huan, quickly and quickly. Eight Rank Martial Arts!

Jia Huan was also a little surprised, he didn't expect that this short and fat boy was still an eight-rank martial arts cultivator, but he underestimated him!

Jia Huan picked up the talent of the Wen Palace, turned it into a fist, and faced the fist of the short and fat boy, and punched it.

Humpty Dumpty is confident, eight-grade martial arts cultivation, and it is usually difficult to meet opponents. On Jia Huan's fist, he realized how wrong he was.

Humpty Dumpty's body flew upside down like a broken sack. vomited a mouthful of blood in the air, fell to the ground and tilted his head dizzy.

Jia Huan sighed and glanced at the short and fat boy, this is still not using all his strength, Qipin has collected fifty percent of his strength, otherwise the short and fat boy will go home directly to eat. Now it's just fainting, which is already very merciful.

Jia Huan ignored everyone's frightened expressions and continued to walk towards Rumeng.

Rumeng didn't expect that the short and fat boy who came out for her would be such a waste, and he would be scrapped directly with one move.

Jia Huan didn't want to stir up any more here, so he took out his official seal of the seventh-rank editor of the Hanlin Academy, and said to everyone: "I am the seventh-grade editor of the Hanlin Academy, this dream-like girl has been put on the body of the ghost, and no one else retreats quickly. ”

When everyone heard Jia Huan say that Rumeng was overshadowed by a ghost, although they doubted the authenticity, they didn't dare to stop it anymore.

Jia Huan sneered and said, "Rumeng, look at what tricks you can play now!" ”

Rumeng also knew at this time that she couldn't hide! Carrying his own yin qi, his face was suddenly distorted, and the yin qi filled the entire room.

When Wang's mother saw Rumeng become this ugly appearance, she was so frightened that she wanted to run out.

It's a pity that Wang's mother was too close to Rumeng, and as soon as she wanted to run, she was caught by Rumeng in her hand, and in an instant Wang's mother was sucked into a white bone.

When everyone saw that Wang's mother was sucked into white bones by Rumeng, they let out a wail in their mouths and fled outside.

Rumeng has long lost the pretty appearance of the Oiran, and at this time it has become a deep-set eye frame, exposed gums, and a ghostly cannibalistic appearance.

Rumeng roared: "If you want to escape, it's not so easy, let's die!" ”

Rumeng's mouth was full of yin qi, and he said to Jia Huan: "Since you found out, then go and die!" It's all you, otherwise how could I be found out, I'll suck you dry! There is no waste at all. ”

The yin qi around the body of Rumeng formed a yin qi mass and attacked Jia Huan, wanting to devour Jia Huan.

Jia Huan didn't dare to be careless, and transported Confucianism and righteousness to protect his body. I felt that the yin qi around me was attacking me from all directions.

Jia Huan raised the pillar of Wengong's talent and qi, and said in his mouth:

Drunk to pick up the lamp to look at the sword, dreaming back to blow the horn company camp.

Eight hundred miles of fire, fifty strings turned over the outside sound, and the battlefield was an autumn soldier.

The horse-made Lu was fast, and the bow was like a thunderbolt.

But the king of the world, won the name before and after his death.

Poetry is successful, only to vaporize the sword, and the soul of the yin!

The pillar of orange talent turned into a giant sword and struck towards the heart of Rumeng.

The giant sword came fiercely, and when Rumeng didn't react, it was inserted into Rumeng's heart, and the power was undiminished, and it struck backwards with Rumeng's body.

The greatsword pinned Rumu to the wall behind her.

Rumeng's heart was stuck with a giant sword, and his mouth let out a howl, painful sound. The yin energy around the body also began to slowly dissipate.

If you dream of pulling out the giant sword in your heart, but you can't do it, it looks painful.

Like a dream, he howled and roared in pain, and the yin qi in his body was like touching a nemesis, and under the talent qi giant sword, the yin qi completely dissipated.

Rumeng's eyes regained their clarity, but unfortunately she was put on the body by the yin spirit, and after the yin soul was destroyed, she couldn't live. Without the power of the Yin Spirit, the body will quickly dry up.

Jia Huan was also distressed like a dream, looking at the dream that had regained clarity, he couldn't help it, if it was just when he first got up, he might still be able to save her, but now it's too late, sighed, and said: "Like a dream, what else do you have to say, I will definitely help you if I can help." ”

Rumeng said softly: "I was sold into the Qinglou since I was a child, I forced my face to laugh every day, please everyone, I don't live like a person, a ghost is not a ghost, and I have never been free in my life!" I hope to be a real person in my next life! A free man. ”

Jia Huan was also a little uncomfortable, and sighed freedom in his heart, everyone is rarely free, and they can't help it. Looking at Rumeng, he said softly: "Rumeng, you are not wrong!" It's this era that's wrong. You will go to a place called heaven, where there is freedom, no class, no division, no sadness! You're going to love it there.

After you leave, I will find a good feng shui treasure to bury you, you don't have to worry, I will also come to see you during the New Year's holidays. ”

Rumeng's eyes were confused, and he whispered, showing a smile and said, "God...... Heaven! Is there really that place? Thank you...... Jia Gongzi. ”

After the dream was finished, there was no breath!

Jia Huan looked at Rumeng and said, "Believe me, you will definitely go to heaven, and you will definitely like it." I'll do my best to do what happens to you. ”

Jia Huan was a little depressed, depressed, like a dream, her life was a hardship, and luck never befell her. At a few years old, he was sold to the Qinglou by his biological parents, and he had to live a difficult life in the Qinglou at a young age.

In order to sell it at a good price, the old mother of the Qinglou carefully cultivated the study of literature and art for the entertainment of the powerful.

At a young age, bad luck fell on this girl, and she was killed by the ghost.

Rumeng died before she was eighteen years old, and she was still in high school in her previous life.

This world is too cruel, this flower, before it has time to bloom, withered early.

Like a dream, there is no freedom, no marriage, no children of your own, there is only darkness in life, and until death, you are still longing for freedom. It's like a dream like a dream, flashing in this world, leaving no trace.

After a while, no one will remember her again.

Jia Huan called someone and ordered him to go to the patrol camp and find Feng Ziying, the commander of the patrol, to deal with the aftermath.

Feng Ziying will take care of everything, this Jia Huan doesn't have to worry about it at all.

Jia Huan took a deep breath and cleaned up his mood. Bring the corpse of Rumeng out of the Flower House.

I bought a good coffin, spent fifty taels to buy a piece of tomb soil, and buried Rumeng, at least I wouldn't end up with a lonely ghost.

After dealing with the aftermath of Rumeng, Jia Huan put three pillars of incense in front of Rumeng's tomb and burned a lot of paper money, so that Rumeng would not be short of money to spend in heaven.

Jia Huan sighed in his heart, hoping that on the day he left, it would be good if someone could collect his body.

Like a dream, I'm just like you! They are all lonely souls and ghosts, and their souls have nowhere to live. When you come to this world, you don't fit in and you can't communicate with people as you like.

Jia Huan said secretly: "I don't belong to this world. ”

I tried to disappear, only to find that no one cared about you, you always appeared in my dreams, and I had to bear the emptiness when I woke up. I don't touch warmth. It's a hand full of frost.