Under the tall building, in the noisy voices, Ning Changjiu keenly heard the sound of the mechanism in the belly of the piano tripping and the blade popping out, and also captured the sudden smell of blood, but before his thoughts could become complete thoughts, everything happened in front of him.

Ning Xiaoling saw such a change, and shouted her senior brother's name in a low voice, and in the confusion, she suddenly recalled her weakness a few days ago, and shame made her cheeks redden, forcing calm and reason back to her mind.

This singer woman was born beautiful, she had been staying up for more than ten years, and it was a time of peace, and the day of flowing gold and silver was approaching, but on the eve of the New Year, she committed suicide by falling from the building without warning.

The brightly dressed fat woman was crying and scolding on the tall building, wiping her face with the silk in her hand, and angrily smashed and overturned the pipa and the ancient jade case in the attic.

And downstairs in the song, the crowd around the woman's body has spread out a circle, everything happened too fast and too urgent, everyone's talk is only fragmentary, even if the rumors have not yet formed, but the brain makes up for the bullying and oppression of the old bustard, she endured it in every possible way and finally couldn't bear the humiliation, and chose to fall down from the song tower in front of everyone's eyes today and cut off her life.

As for what happened suddenly, the old man on the shore of the sand and water was still silent, and his steps slowly walked along the embankment.

I don't know if he was too old to pay attention to the chaos in that place, or because everything was expected by him.

Ning Xiaoling was still thinking about the reason for all this, but Ning Changjiu had already turned around.

At the other end of the long bridge, there were two people standing for no reason, one of them had a black cloth in front of his eyes and an erhu in his hand, and the other was a girl who was still wearing plain clothes and was barefoot and thin like a bamboo pole.

They looked at each other, and what they were talking to was eerily quiet, as if it were just a phantom hanging beside a willow branch.

"Sister Mian'er is also dead. The girl said.

"She deserved to die more than ten years ago. The man obviously couldn't see anything, but he seemed to be able to see everything: "It's just that now that she is dead, she has exchanged for something great." ”

"We ...... Is it really possible to live forever?", the girl asked.

"I don't know. The man replied, "But this is the will of the Lord of Hades." ”

"Hades ......"

"The lonely ghosts have been wandering for too long, and it is time to return to their realm. ”

"Does the Immortal really exist?"

"We'll see him soon. ”

......

"Who is the Immortal?"

Their conversation was interrupted.

A young man in white appeared beside them at some point, his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the barrier between yin and yang, and he could see their faces clearly.

The girl was slightly startled, then raised her head, looked at him a little timidly, and said, "Can you really see us?"

Ning Xiaoling followed him, and only then did she stand still, the girl's words made her mind explode a little, she raised her head, stared at the little girl in front of her who had been given copper coins by her yesterday, and suddenly noticed that there was a striking scar on her neck, even if it was a spirit form, the scar was still new, and between the flesh and blood, there seemed to be countless fine, black and white entangled soul worms wriggling.

Ning Xiaoling stared at the scar and asked, "You're already dead?"

The girl shook her head and said: "No, how can we be qualified to control our own lives, only if the Lord wants us to die, we dare to really die." ”

Ning Changchang asked, "Who are you lords?"

When he asked, he looked not at the girl, but at the man covered in black cloth.

The man sensed his gaze, but remained silent.

The girl smiled and said: "You are a cultivator, right? I advise you to go quickly, you immortals may have some means, why stay in this city when the world is free, but if you also want to seek immortality, it is better to stay with us and wait for the arrival of the Immortal King with peace of mind." ”

Ning Chang sighed and said, "You have been deceived. ”

But the girl didn't believe it at all, and said, "You see, we are still alive even though we are dead, this is the power of the Lord of the Underworld, if everyone is like us, the city of Linhe can become the city of eternal life." ”

Ning Chang said: "There is no eternal life in the world. ”

This time it was the man who spoke, his clothes and ornaments were all black, and now standing in the night, he could only see his rough skin faintly.

He "looked" at Ning Changchang with a serious expression: "In the kingdom of the Immortal King, death is eternal life. ”

The girl looked at the little girl in the robe, with a faint look of jealousy and fear, Ying Yingfu leaned down and said, "Thank you for the girl's reward, if I could meet someone like the girl in the early years, I ...... It doesn't stop there. ”

Ning Xiaoling stared at her, but the spiritual power on her body had exploded from every pore, she was like a vigilant kitten, with sharp claws between her sleeves, but the senior brother had not yet spoken, and she did not make a rash move.

The girl looked at her and smiled, then suddenly pointed behind her and said, "Look, who's behind you?"

Ning Xiaoling frowned, but that sentence seemed to have magical power, prompting her to really turn around, and then, Ning Xiaoling's body tensed even tighter, like an arrow about to break the string.

She saw a woman with clouds and temples stacked, as graceful and sad as an apricot blossom.

It was the singer who had fallen from the building and died, but now appeared in front of them as a ghost.

"Soul ...... How can a ghost be complete?" Ning Xiaoling's hand clenched violently, resisting the urge to punch it away, and asked in a cold voice.

According to what the master said when he taught, in this world, after a person dies, the three souls and six spirits can only be condensed for a while, and then they will disperse like smoke on sandalwood, unless it is a person who has achieved cultivation, he can try to keep his soul alive after death, and even float in the world as a heroic spirit, but she is sure that the singer and the dancing girl in front of her are just ordinary people, but why can they all condense into a complete soul after death.

As soon as this question appeared, she had an answer in her heart, which showed that there was another master in this city, and he was a master of ghost art!

And the soul of the woman in the song tower, even if she is dead, still has a long-lasting grudge, she looked depressed, did not answer Ning Xiaoling's question, but turned to the side, looking at the lights in the attic, there, there were still many people around her body and talking.

The girl admired Ning Xiaoling's suppressed look of horror, and said softly: "Which immortal mountain cultivator are you, you shouldn't have experienced any miserable days, this sister behind you used to be the princess of the Wang family of the Liang Kingdom, and when the Jin Kingdom destroyed the surrounding small countries, her mother's ......."

"Shut up!" the woman finally spoke, her poignant face tainted with a bit of the ferocity unique to the ghosts.

And Ning Changjiu didn't have the mood and time to tell his past misery, he patted Ning Xiaoling, and said a word to her, and Ning Xiaoling could also feel the nervousness of his senior brother at the moment, and hurriedly nodded vigorously.

"Senior brother, don't worry!"

As soon as the words fell, Ning Changjiu's figure disappeared in place, while Ning Xiaoling ran in the other direction.

The three spirits had no intention of stopping it.

The girl looked at the location where Ning Changjiu was going, and her expression was gloomy: "Nothing will go wrong, right?" The man still carried the erhu steadily, and said, "The incarnation of the Immortal Monarch is a foregone conclusion, and they can't stop it." ”

The girl seemed to be relieved, and she sat on the railing of the long bridge, beating the balustrade with her palm, and began to hum the tune of that day.

"The tree yellow bird goes, the snow piles up the remnants of the monument, the ferry boat is far away, the reed flowers become snow for a few years, the pearl topaz is old, sighing one by one...... How. ”

In the end, her words kept wandering, from the beginning of the pearl round and jade to the later like a shriveled wind, blowing a terrible face, her eyes that were originally still a little humane gradually became dark.

And on the shore of the sand and water, the old man also stopped.

The middle-aged man looked at him, wondering what kind of astonishing words the gentleman was about to make.

But the old man didn't say anything, and the man realized that the old man seemed to have said everything he wanted to say today, what did this mean? Could it be that the old man was about to reach the end of his life? Impossible, sir......

His mind moved like and that, and he looked at the old man whom he respected so much, and wanted to come forward to persuade something, but he couldn't say anything.

The old man didn't look at him again, and he didn't pay attention to the noise by the long bridge, as if the whole world had nothing to do with him.

He closed his eyes and began to reminisce about his life.

Born and raised in Linhe City, a poor family, a hunchbacked mother, an honest father, a bag of rice and a needlework saved money for him to gain fame, when he returned to his hometown, he was full of spirit, his parents died one after another, and his son wanted to support his relatives, and the war came suddenly, everything was destroyed and then started again, the disaster swept to reconstruction, the struggle between the country and the city, and the new life seen in the toiling and rushing......

And then everything was disillusioned again.

The old man closed his eyes, he had to make a decision that would have shocked the city for years, but not tonight, because it was already too chaotic tonight, and not after tonight......

"Don't!" the middle-aged man suddenly exhaled.

But before he could speak, the old man had already jumped into the sand and water.

The sound of falling water did not sound for a long time, and the picture seemed to be frozen here, and the middle-aged man opened his eyes wide, looking at the scene in front of him, shocked.

I saw a white-clothed young man who appeared at some point appear in front of him, and when the old man's body was still in the air, he was pulled back by Ning Changjiu's clothes that grabbed his back.

"Who is the Lord of Hades, and who is the one who instructed you?"

Ning Chang grabbed the back of the old man's neck and pinned him over, staring at his eyes, wanting to directly torture the secret in his heart with the technique of nailing the soul, his gaze hooked up with the other party, and before he could probe a formed word.

With a snap, the old man's crutches fell into the river, and his eyes instantly drifted.

Ning Chang was startled and found that a dark dagger had been inserted into his back at some point.

Dao Xin's alertness caused him to raise his head immediately.

On the tall building on the other side, a pair of white eyes stared at him from afar, and the man was wrapped tightly in a black robe, revealing only eyes that glowed in the night.

The man made a defiant gesture to him from afar, and then he fell to his knees, falling between the heavy buildings, and disappeared into the darkness of the night.

The old man is no longer alive.

Soon after, the old man, who was known as the iron-blooded Yama in his youth, would become the true Yama.

And before the old man died, Ning Changjiu only had time to usurp two words from his consciousness - lantern.

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(PS: There are two more chapters in the evening!)