As the moonlight engulfs blood-red shadows, the feast and hymns of the Bloods begin. The old bells of the church in the middle of the night announced the election of the lucky ones among the human race, and listened, the bells muffled their joyful chanting, but they did not know that the short life was not over.

In the dusty rose garden of the castle lay a little girl with beautiful silver hair, and saw that her gorgeous dress was stained with dust and torn by the thorns of roses, and her face, which was as delicate as oriental porcelain, was not stained by any filth, and even the moonlight was gently caressing her body, casting an ominous red light around her. And now, while all the activities are taking place in the underground hall as everyone had hoped, Elsa is waking up from her long sleep.

—Elsa's eyelashes fluttered, and her consciousness gradually returned to hers, as he opened his eyes and stared blankly at the wild rose bushes growing wildly around him, "West...... Suo ...... "The girl reads. She still remembered that the man she was standing in front of her when she lost her memory was called Hisoka. With difficulty pronouncing two syllables, the harsh voice that came out of her mouth frightened Elsa to a greater or lesser extent, and she never remembered that her voice had ever been so hoarse. She struggled to her feet, and it was clear from the incongruity of her limbs that she had been asleep long enough to cause a Blood Prince to lose most of her strength. The soles of her bare feet and calves were scratched by the rose bush, and while the wound was still healing, a new cut was made by the stems and leaves of the next bush of roses, and the little girl just stubbornly maintained the initial speed and walked forward, as if the little legs that were gurgling outward with blood did not grow on her body. Until she stepped out of the rose garden, Elsa didn't slow down or admit that the small injury alone made the powerful self feel pain like never before, even though she hadn't been hurt a few times before.

—"Knock Knock—" The music of the ball came to an abrupt end, though not very harsh or loud, but most of the guests present, including the musicians, heard the sudden knock on the door. "Knock knock—" After a few seconds of no answer, there was another knock on the door, this time uninterrupted to everyone's ears. A bold waiter stepped forward, hunched slightly, opened the door to the ballroom, and slowly faded back. A little silver-haired girl in a tattered dress and barefoot walked on the red carpet. She smiled and nodded at the waiter as she passed him.

—The little girl walked quietly, with a slow pace, but with a clear purpose pointing to the Prince's Seat, in the deepest part of the ballroom. The man on the throne trembled invisibly. No one bothered her until she was about to get on the stage. "Please wait a minute!" the guard swallowed, he hadn't forgotten his duty to defend the Prince, so he stretched out his silver-encrusted sword to stop the girl who couldn't look at her directly. "Hello," the maiden looked at him, with a decent smile on her face, "Is there anything I can do to help you?" the guard stared at the girl's face, her unusual appearance and perfect smile of standard etiquette in that moment, so that the guards could no longer see the tattered clothes of the other party. The girl's head is slightly tilted, as if she is kindly reminding the other party of her return. "Excuse me, but ahead is the Prince's Seat, the position that belongs to the Prince of the Blood. She turned to the man in her seat and laughed merrily. "Yes, I know. The girl walked on, but the guard lost his mind, and his sword fell to the stone floor.

—"Get out of here now!get out of my castle!" the man seated on the throne stood up sharply, and with all his strength he spoke, trying to maintain his image as a prince, but unable to control the slight bloated body from being dressed in too many fine clothes. The girl chuckled: "I don't know what ..... called" I don't know how long she herself was amused by this joke, and the whole hall waited quietly for the story to continue, and the smile on the girl's face gradually increased. Her eyes focused on the beautiful face of the man opposite, and she slowly spoke, "Lonely Elsa Seth, is the prince of the party. The prince of the two parties of secret and demon is also an old friend of loneliness, and he has never heard of a new prince. Er Cao Xiaoxiao wanted to get into the prince's throne, and his crime deserved death. The man in front of the throne froze, even though he was indeed a prince of the current Bloodline, and it was because of this that he was able to remember the past glory of the Sett clan at a time when no one could understand the meaning of the maiden surname in front of him, which belonged to the neutral party in the Ancestral Era. "Temple ....." Before he could show his loyalty, the former prince had been choked by the young maiden, and a slight bone shattering sound rang out, and Elsa tossed the body of the "prince" to the side. Although no matter how delicious the food is, it tastes tasteless, like chewing wax, but I still can't help but come, just look at it, otherwise I really can't bear it.

So hypnotized himself, ordered some home-cooked dishes in the canteen of the underworld, there were not many people here, so the food was served quickly, looking at such a mouth-watering dish in front of him, he finally picked up the chopsticks and sent them to his mouth.

As always, I chewed and swallowed it, and there was no taste, but comparing it to the ghost market was really delicious. The food in the underworld is no different from the world, but the environment is different, and there is a slight sense of novelty in the heart. In order not to waste food, he solved the dishes on the table in three or two, and then stood up and left.

Dine at the Difu Canteen today. There is no time in the underworld, it seems that this place is forever shrouded in darkness, and the only light is those lanterns, which are about the third day, and go to the ghost market again.

"It's still so noisy. ”

I can't help but sigh that the ghost market is always so lively, different from the depressing atmosphere of the night, different from the silence of the world at three or five o'clock, the residents here seem to have endless energy. Also, how ghosts compare to prisoners.

Shaking his head and sighing that he was confused, it seemed that a long time had passed, but he was not tired at all, which was also a point after becoming a ghost.

"Why are there so many people over there?"

Even if you are in the underworld, you will unconsciously say that the ghost is an adult, looking at the crowded place, I have always disliked it, but today I want to join in the fun. squeezed into front of him, but he was suddenly pulled over, and a lot of things were stuffed when he said that he wanted to help, and then many hands grabbed their clothes and scrambled to get them, so they could only hand them out in a hurry.

This state lasted for a while before I was able to deal with it, and after it was over, I was physically and mentally exhausted and just wanted to go back to rest quickly, why was I arrested to do hard labor, I don't know who the culprit is, I can only admit that I am unlucky. When Ran Meng was worrying about how to get in, a person appeared in front of her, a person wearing a Rakshasa Gate school uniform, and at this time, Ran Meng had the heart to do evil for the first time. Yes, she knocked the man unconscious, stole her clothes, and intended to blend in with the crowd.

At this time, Ran Meng saw a person, a woman, and she happened to have an impression of this person, who was pit down by Mr. Song with herself.

She trotted over to the man, pulled her clothes, and asked, "That, you're an, my name is Ran Meng." Can you accompany me to do something?" After saying that, she thought for a while before she blushed and whispered, "I'm going to steal Qianxuan's...... Panties, or I'll die. ”

After thinking about it again, she took out the clothes she had just picked off and gave it to her, "Girl, I'm too big to wear." You can wear it to sneak in so you don't be in danger!"

Then he waited for her reply, looking up at her slightly in anticipation.

[With me, what are you looking for her?] Mo Yin said, looking her up and down, and continued, [Forget it, you should be safer if someone lets you go. 】

After speaking, no matter how Ren Ranmeng called him in a low voice, he didn't say anything. I followed the instructions of the ghost and went to the teahouse, to tell the truth, I am not used to calling ghosts, but I will still habitually call people, after all, there is little difference between the underworld and the yang, standing in a daze in the flow of people, there is an urge to stay in this world and do nothing, and then shake my head, put aside such a ridiculous idea, and stay here...... Carefree is carefree, but the responsibility is not allowed, and ...... There is no one to help him burn paper money, and I am afraid that I will live on the streets.

But it's good to be a ghost...... At ease, without tiredness, without death or death, without mercy and desire, much better than people.

Suddenly, someone pulled his clothes, and when he looked back, he saw that the person was a little familiar, frowning without a trace, his face did not change, but his heart turned a few turns, Ran Meng ...... Seen there...... Oh...... was pit down by the civil officials of the prefecture together, and they can be regarded as comrades-in-arms and sympathize with each other?

It may be out of the tone of sympathy for the same fate, or Qin Sin's kindness for a while, or it may be that the little girl's expectant eyes overlap a little with the person she cares about the most, and she answered her out loud.

"Good. ”

Hearing what people are going to do, his face twitched slightly, what kind of thing is this-

"I'm just letting the wind go. ”

"That'...... Law leads the way?"

After taking the clothes that people gave her, she messed up a set of them, and sighed in her heart that people are quite kind, she hadn't met such a pure person for a long time - it was possible to be false, but she was willing to believe her first instinct. Although he will be a little prodigal when he is alone, if he is in front of outsiders, he has never forgotten to maintain a trace of demeanor that he has cultivated since childhood, and he will not lose face in Wushan.

So seeing the woman's palm waving, she also subconsciously adhered to the principle of a gentleman, and held the opponent's arm through her sleeve, and the strength was kept within a range that would not pinch the other party and would not let the slap hit her. In a slightly hoarse voice that woke up after being drunk, he said softly:

"Madame took a closer look, and there was a man below. Although Mrs. and your husband had a conflict, and they were in a state of anger, and it was understandable that they had the wrong person for a while, we still have to try to have something to say and not do anything. ”

Slowly put the woman's hand down, and after a little thought, he added a few words:

"But your husband is not very good, and he came out to find the girl in Hualou, but he dared not do it. Don't blame the girls in the building, after all, if it weren't for your husband's dislike of lust, they wouldn't be with your husband...... That's what. In the next rough understanding of the art of looking, the first look at the lady's face, but a blessed person. If you go back and train your husband well and pull him back to the right path, maybe one day you and your husband's life will be a long day. ”

In the end, he secretly slandered in his heart: If the money spent on the girl is used on the right path, then life will not be instantaneous.

A little hungry.

Gu Zijin touched his stomach. He rested in bed for the first two days, and he didn't consume a lot of physical strength, but just now he practiced the sword all night, and when he calculates the time, only half a day is enough for three days.

He hadn't eaten for two and a half days, although it was said that the soul shouldn't need to eat, but there was a principle that he would feel tired when he just practiced the sword, and he had just "died" not long ago, and his soul still remembered the feeling of hunger.

For example, Gu Zijin seems to be even hungrier now.

Thinking of those terrible foods in the ghost market, Gu Zijin suddenly felt that Song Zhong's behavior as a foodie in the human world suddenly had an explanation (the reflection arc was too long)

If you don't leave the Hades Mansion, it should be fine.

Gu Zijin hung the ghost exorcism sachet on his waist and walked to the cafeteria.

Now it's the meal, and there are a lot of ghosts in the cafeteria, but when Gu Zijin stepped in, he suddenly remembered something.

He also had a ghost-repelling sachet on him, and the smell of this thing would make the ghosts shy away.

The cafeteria is full of ghosts, and he still hangs this sachet, so will those ghosts think that they will ...... when they are eating What's that...... Bring it in.

Gu Zijin hesitated for a moment, but found that the ghosts in the cafeteria did not move, so he thought that the ghosts in this place were probably officials of the underworld and belonged to the scope of ghosts and gods, so they might not be affected by this fragrance.

Gu Zijin immediately felt at ease, because he was a little embarrassed to occupy a table by himself, so he shared a table with a few prefectural officials and ordered a few dishes to eat quietly.

The sudden series of events caught him off guard, and after a turn of thought, he quickly realized that the woman was not a simple character, and Fang Cai's fierce and inward-looking appearance was probably deliberately made for people to see.

"It's better to calculate a hexagram for yourself before you go out next time. ”

Song Yu was lying on the bed, still quite leisurely divergent to think cranky. It's not that he doesn't panic, it's just that he feels that panic is useless, so he simply puts it behind him and finds some fun for himself to soothe and soothe his mood.

It stands to reason that he should immediately think of countermeasures and find ways to seek the greatest living space for himself. However, there have been a lot of strange things experienced these days, and all of them are not playing cards according to common sense, and Song Yu is too lazy to think about the next things one by one, and he wastes his brains, just waiting to improvise and see the creation.

"If I can survive these three days, I will be resurrected and continue to hunt ghosts; if I am unfortunate and heroic, I will open a fortune-telling shop in front of the gate of the underworld, and I will not be disgraced by the things before and after my death; if I can't survive or die, I will ...... There are so many secret techniques up and down Wushan, and there is always one that can make people die well. ”