MTL - Forced To Survive-Chapter 75 No one knows why he is stationed in the tall building...

Jiang Yan stood there, brows furrowed: "Qingqing, this name is so familiar, I seem to have heard it somewhere."

Yun Ranran thought for a while: "If you know each other, that would be great. You can find that girl and let Wu Nian form a bond with her, wouldn't that be enough?"

"Wu Nian sees the girl he loves, maybe his spirit is normal."

Jiang Yan muttered the word "Qingqing" and fell into deep thought, but he couldn't remember it no matter how much he thought about it. He said distressedly: "I have heard it before, but why can't I remember it? It's too strange."

Yun Ranran comforted: "Don't worry, think slowly, shall we go out first?"

But Jiang Yan refused to leave, so he simply sat down cross-legged and thought about it seriously.

Yun Ranran: ...

Sure enough, ghosts have special stubbornness...

He said well, he didn't go on the road, and he sat down, as if he didn't want to get up and wouldn't leave.

If Jiang Yan didn't leave, she couldn't leave either. Once she left, the fire of karma would burn him to nothing.

But Wu Nian will soon find out that she is not there, and then as long as she stretches her head, she can see the two of them here...

Isn't that waiting to die?

Yun Ranran was very helpless.

One is more joyful than the other owner, and one is more tormenting her than the other.

She persuaded: "It's dangerous here, let's go out of the East District first, and you can think about it slowly after you go out."

Jiang Yan sat stubbornly and didn't hear her at all.

Yun Ranran: ...

Damn it, one or two, she really wanted to just leave it here, but she still had a soft heart, thinking about it, and in order to avoid Wu Nian going crazy, she made a painful decision to go back to the small room first.

When he was about to go up to the pavilion, he suddenly heard noisy footsteps coming from all directions in the East District.

Yun Ranran wondered, why are there so many people?

The footsteps were getting closer, she looked out along the sea of ​​flames, and saw a dark crowd standing at the entrance of the East District.

The leader is Gui Xin, Gui Tong and Guihou who have seen before, and beside Gui Xin, there are two men in black who have never seen before. Judging from the respectful attitude of the people around and Gui Xin, it should be Ning Feigui King and Ghost Blade, the elder of the Ghost Control Sect who signed a contract with Ning Fei.

Why are these people here? The footsteps she heard just now were coming from all directions, so where she couldn't see, did the other two ghost kings also come?

So many people came all at once, almost all of them were out for Wu Nian... What are they planning? Not so good...

Yun Ranran couldn't help feeling worried.

But the flames of the Eastern District are spreading, so they can't come in...

Just as she was thinking, she saw that the fire was getting smaller and smaller...

How is this going? The fire of karma is controlled by no thought, could it be that something happened to him?

She disappeared, and Ye Huo obediently surrounded her, wrapping her tightly, and then she quietly walked up to those people.

Everyone stood on the edge of the sea of ​​flames, looking at the tall buildings in the middle of the sea of ​​flames, waiting quietly.

Guitong carefully glanced at the ghost blade beside him, and said unwillingly: "Great Elder, give me another chance."

Ghost Blade said coldly: "For so many years, none of you have been able to sign a contract with Wu Nian. I'm afraid that if you don't have the ability, it won't be the same if I give you a few more months."

Guitong said unconvinced: "We are almost successful. We have explored a closer range in the past few days. After Wu Nian has gone crazy these few days, we will succeed in the weak moment of the next month."

Ghost Blade said bluntly: "You say this every time, which time did you succeed?"

Guitong was angry in her heart, but she didn't dare to say more.

Ghost Blade said: "Wu Nian can't be delayed any longer. If it continues, he will lose control. You can't let your greed affect the whole ghost city, right?"

"The ghost kings in the other three districts will fulfill their wishes for wandering souls. What about Wu Nian? They occupy the entire eastern district, but they don't do anything, and they are becoming increasingly crazy and uncontrollable."

"If he loses his sanity and slaughters the city, who of you can stand it?"

"What about the people in the ghost town, and what about the wandering souls who crawled out of the Wangchuan River and strayed into this place?"

"Always take care of the bigger picture."

Ghost Core said from the side: "That's right, what the Great Elder said is right, right now is his most chaotic moment, this matter can't be delayed any longer."

"When the fire of karma is extinguished, it is time for us to do it."

Yun Ranran listened clearly from the side, it turned out that they failed to subdue Wu Nian and wanted to do something to Wu Nian, but today is the best time for them to do it.

Behind them are thousands of monks of the Ghost Control Sect, and behind them are casual cultivators who are not too serious to watch the excitement, and ghosts who occasionally go ashore.

They all know that there is a crazy ghost king in the Eastern District. The lunatic does not allow anyone to approach him. He goes crazy on the high building every day, and sometimes commits suicide by falling from the building. If he can't die, he crawls back dripping with blood.

The other three ghost kings at least obeyed the rules, but this one was domineering and indifferent.

Everyone is curious about him, but they don't like him.

[Why do you say Wu Nian went crazy? 】

[I heard people say that they practiced some taboo skills and couldn't control themselves. 】

[I also heard that the technique will make him a monster completely. 】

[What is the difference between him and a monster now? 】

[I hope that the Great Elder Ghost Blade will succeed, otherwise we will always be on tenterhooks. 】

In the midst of everyone's conversation, a red figure walked up the tall building, he walked slowly to the edge, and sat down.

He turned a deaf ear to everything around him, staring at the land under his feet in a trance, and in the fear and fear of everyone's eyes, he suddenly jumped forward.

Jumped off the building.

With a sound of "bang", everyone saw this scene and turned their eyes to him in dumbfounded.

A moment later, amidst the jumping flames, Wu Nian, who was already unconscious, got up dripping with blood.

The karmic fire shrunk again.

[Sure enough, I'm sick. 】

【What the **** is he doing? 】

【horrible…】

[I heard that there is a kind of bloodthirsty Dafa that will be in such a state. The day when the practice is completed is the time when the disaster in the cultivation world begins. 】

【Then he is too dangerous...】

Yun Ranran heard everyone's discussion.

The red-clothed Buddha got up staggeringly, and then slowly went to the tall building.

He became what he is now, all because of practicing that weird bloodthirsty Dafa, right? He is not far from insane.

Yehuo has shrunk to the core position, gradually approaching the tall buildings.

Ghost Blade and the others slowly moved forward, and finally came to Wu Nian at this moment.

Ghost Blade ordered quietly: "Set up the formation."

The disciples behind him ordered them to take out all kinds of spirit stones, array flags, and Horcruxes and began to form arrays around the tall buildings.

Ghost Marquis respectfully looked at Ghost Blade beside him: "If we can really kill Wu Nian, our Ghost Controlling Sect may be able to regain its former glory."

Ghost Blade said: "That's natural. These years, Wu Nian has occupied the Eastern District, and these things he has done have brought great disasters to our Ghost Control Sect and Ghost City."

"If it weren't for him, how could our Ghost Control Sect have stagnated for so many years."

"He should be reaching his limit, take advantage of his most chaotic moment, and get rid of this scourge."

Yun Ranran was under the tall building, momentarily in a state of confusion.

Wu Nian has already returned to the tall building, sitting alone.

The wind chime made a crisp sound above his head.

He looked up at the thin moonlight, wondering what he was thinking.

Almost all the people who wiped out the entire ghost city with great momentum came, the weaker ones were on the outermost edge, and the slightly stronger ones squeezed into the inner side.

Everyone was curious about this mysterious ghost king of the Eastern District, and wanted to see his true face. Because the Ghost Blade crowd was standing in front, those behind were a little unscrupulous and noisy.

The crowd of onlookers was like a black ocean, with turbulent crowds and sharp eyes.

There are emotional wraiths.

[When I climbed up from the River of Forgetfulness, I was full of resentment and regret. It was Lord Ghost Blade who fulfilled my last wish and made me no longer obsessed. It was Lord Ghost Blade who saved me. 】

【Me too, but I was fulfilled by Mr. Ning Fei. 】

【We ghosts who were miserable during our lifetime will still be kidnapped by obsession after death, and we will be in a daze. If it weren't for the adults from the Ghost Control Sect and Ghost City, we would have been out of our wits long ago. 】

【In recent years, we have all seen the kindness bestowed by the masters of the Ghost Control Sect, but this Wunian Ghost King has only brought killing and disaster to the ghost capital. 】

[Master Ghost Blade, you must win. 】

I don't know who yelled such a sentence, and those ghosts who had been favored also yelled.

For a while, cheers like "Master Ghost Blade, you must win" sounded everywhere.

[Kill him, kill him. 】

The crowd immediately boiled.

Wu Nian looked down, then raised her head indifferently.

His fingertips brushed over the chimes that chimed.

Eye circles are reddish.

·

Jiang Yan sat cross-legged, clutching his head and collapsed there.

Who is Qingqing, Qingqing, Qingqing? Why are you so familiar with yourself?

He gritted his teeth and let out a roar, his body was gradually torn apart in such pain.

Ye Huo surrounded him anxiously, but he didn't dare to go forward because he was afraid of being burned.

Blue veins burst out on Jiang Yan's forehead, and all the bandages were torn off, revealing the rolled flesh. Just as he was about to collapse, his eyes went dark, and those dusty memories of many years suddenly climbed into his heart.

·

【A few years ago·Ghost City】

My name is Jiang Yan. It has been three days since I climbed up from the Wangchuan River. My soul has gradually solidified. I am waiting for the opportunity to leave.

No matter where I go, I must find that **** Chen Xiang and kill him ten thousand times!

This is my obsession.

For my...qingqing...

Qingqing and I are both orphans. We have known each other since we were young and depended on each other. She is a very cute little girl.

It was a time of famine, when there was not enough food to eat, and we migrated with the large army.

We are young, and people always say that we waste food.

When I was looking for food with adults, I worked even harder. I didn't want to be a burden to others, and I didn't want Qingqing to be blamed.

Qingqing is a very obedient and hard-working little girl. In order not to drag everyone down, she worked desperately, doing laundry, cooking, and packing food. She worked harder than any adult, because she didn't want me to be wronged because of her.

Every time I come back, Qingqing takes out a fruit from her thin palm and looks at me with bright eyes.

"Brother, Qingqing left it for you. You have to find food tomorrow. You will only be strong when you are full."

How hard will she have to work hard to get one of this little fruit? And so it was given to me.

The little girl looked up at me, and I couldn't help but get red eyes.

My Qingqing is so thin.

She is so small, so thin, how can she grow up.

I pulled the little girl into my arms, and tears fell into her hair.

It's my elder brother who is incompetent and didn't take good care of Qingqing. One day, my elder brother will let Qingqing eat the best food in the world, and my elder brother will raise Qingqing to be white and fat.

The little girl was bored in my arms and nodded obediently.

She is so skinny that only a handful of bones remain, and it hurts to hold her.

But she was so good, she didn't even cry.

We moved forward in this way, but the food was still getting scarcer and scarcer. Everyone's spirits were tense to a certain extent, and finally they ran out of ammunition and food, and everyone was desperate.

Many people began to get sick, and Qingqing also fell ill because of her weak constitution.

I went with the adults to find food during the day, and stayed with Qingqing at night, but Qingqing's condition continued to deteriorate day by day.

I fed all the rations I saved to Qingqing, held her hand and told her not to leave me, maybe Qingqing really didn't want me to be alone, and she finally started to get better.

That day, I happily went out with the adults to look for food, I found Qingqing's favorite fruit, I put away the one I got, and I wanted to give Qingqing a surprise.

I returned to the camp happily, and saw everyone was cooking, and the aroma of food was wafting there. I didn't care, I just wanted to find Qingqing quickly.

But Qingqing wasn't in the room, I searched around but couldn't find her, Qingqing was still sick, where could she go as a little girl?

I started to look for it in the camp, but there was nothing, I ran out to look for it again, still not there, I asked everyone, and they all said that they didn't see my Qingqing.

They said that Qingqing must be too hungry to go out to find food by herself, and she might be lost and unable to return.

I ran out and looked in every possible place, but there was no trace.

It really doesn't make sense.

My Qingqing is very obedient, she never makes me worry, she will leave me notes wherever she goes.

I returned to the camp in a daze, and I saw each of them scooping up food from the pot.

The smell was different from usual, it actually smelled like meat.

How is it possible, I go out with adults every day to find food, but I never brought back any meat...

My head suddenly went blank, and I remembered something terrible, and I looked at the pot in fear...

I frantically searched the camp, ran every corner, and finally found traces of struggle behind a waste rock.

Among the chaotic scratches on the waste rock, there is a shriveled, trampled wild fruit.

That is what my youth will leave me every day.

I picked up the wild fruit and saw the blood dripping from it.

My mind went blank, I rushed into the crowd uncontrollably, and tremblingly lifted the lid of the pot.

There was nothing left in it, only thick white soup and broken bones.

I saw their flustered eyes, and I understood everything in an instant.

I hugged the pot in my arms and burst into tears.

They actually...

My Qingqing...is gone...

These devils...

I looked at them viciously, my eyes were blood red, and I shouted heart-piercingly, you killed my Qingqing!

They were flustered at first.

But Chen Xiang, the captain who has been leading us, came out and said, I am indeed sorry, but you have to take care of the overall situation.

I looked at him in disbelief.

He said, she is sick and cannot be saved, and there is nothing anyone can do... She is going to die anyway, why don't you save us?

Everyone calmed down, and the guilt of one person was annihilated by the existence of the collective. They began to feel that this was a helpless way out of desperation, and they surrounded me to make me accept the reality.

So many people have died, everyone is grieving, you must live up to her expectations and live up to her expectations.

What kind of nonsense are these people talking about? I gradually could not hear or see anything. I grabbed the burning stick beside me and swung it towards them.

I want to kill all these murderers and avenge my Qingqing.

I rushed towards the crowd regardless, and slashed at them with all my strength.

The anger burned my sanity, I was hysterical and I couldn't control it.

When I woke up, I found that there were corpses all around me, and myself was covered with scars. Chen Xiangzheng stabbed my internal organs with a dagger.

I don't feel pain, I just want to cry.

Chen Xiang leaned in front of me and whispered in my ear: "Actually, I didn't want to eat Qingqing, but I wanted to hug her, but she didn't agree, she was so sick that she still desperately resisted me, then there is no way." gone."

My head exploded with a "boom", and I looked up at him angrily.

He laughed and stabbed the dagger deeper.

·

When I climbed out of the River of Forgetfulness, I was torn apart, I knew that I had also suffered the same fate as Qingqing, I found a bandage to wrap myself tightly, I stayed by the River of Forgetfulness River for a long time, waiting for my soul to be rich.

I must find Chen Xiang, and I will kill him. If I don't kill him, I won't enter reincarnation.

I was dazed and wandered around ghosts all day long, looking for a way to find Chen Xiang.

Obsession bothers me, makes me chaotic, but also makes me stronger. Ordinary ghosts are no match for me, but I still have no way to leave the ghost city, nor can I find Chen Xiang.

I don't know how long I wandered like this, but I met a monk from the Ghost Control Sect, his name is Guihou.

He stretched out his hand to me and said that he could help me find Chen Xiang, but there were conditions. If he helped me find Chen Xiang and fulfilled my obsession, I would sign a contract with him and pledge my allegiance to him.

I was obsessed with obsession to the point of going crazy, so I agreed to his request without hesitation. Not long after, he brought Chen Xiang to me. Looking at that disgusting and familiar face, I killed Chen Xiang with my own hands.

Later, I signed a blood contract with Guihou, and became the ghost of Guihou, and I was sent by him.

My obsession disappeared and I became peaceful, and my progress in cultivation became slow. Guihou was very dissatisfied. One day, he brought me out and said he would take me to meet a friend.

I let him go, but when we got to the place, he pointed to the person opposite and said that this person was his friend, and he wanted me to respect this person and let him order me.

I saw that familiar yet disgusting face.

Chen Xiang.

The friend Guihou brought me to meet turned out to be Chen Xiang!

Chen Xiang was obviously killed by me, how could he still be alive?

My eyes turned blood red in an instant, and those long-lost obsessions began to haunt me again.

I gritted my teeth and said, "Why is he still alive!"

Guihou said indifferently: "I saved it."

"You ghosts, once you fulfill your wish, you will become peaceful and cowardly. What we need are ghosts with strong obsessions. How could I really let you kill him."

"He is a powerful blade that drives you."

I heard Guihou said with a smile, go and pour tea for Mr. Chen, I lent you to him, you have to listen to him.

I signed a contract with him, and I could not disobey his orders. My peace was torn apart, and the pain I buried in my heart overwhelmed me once again.

I was forced to walk towards Chen Xiang. Chen Xiang kicked me down, stepped on my face, and smiled very ferociously.

I couldn't resist, I was crying hysterically, I thought of my greenness, and the trampled wild fruit.

Guihou let Chen Xiang torture me, I was controlled by him, and I couldn't take revenge. My hatred and obsession made me violent, and I quickly became stronger in such pain.

Finally one day, I was so strong that I got rid of Guihou's control and killed Chen Xiang.

I looked at Guihou, filled with hatred, and I wanted to kill him too.

But from the second day, I suddenly couldn't see or hear anything, and I didn't know where I was.

As soon as I opened my eyes, it was the day when I happily ran back to the camp to look for Qingqing with wild fruits in my mouth.

I saw them pull Qingqing behind the boulder, I saw them raise a blunt ax and slash at Qingqing's joints, I saw Qingqing crying for brother in pain, I saw the wild fruit fall from her hand.

I shouted heartbreakingly not to, but no one could hear me, my tears poured out like crazy, I rushed to Qingqing's side, but I couldn't touch her at all.

I just watched Qingqing die in such pain.

Over and over, endlessly.

I was stuck in the pain of the past.

I kept experiencing nightmares, unable to wake up, and always saw a green and **** body in front of my eyes.

My obsession began to multiply, and my power was boundless.

My consciousness completely collapsed in this kind of reincarnation, and I became a terrible ghost who only obeyed the orders of ghosts. My obsession is endless, and my pain is eternal.

I am completely insane.

I later found out that this is the reason why the Ghost Control Sect is so powerful. This is how they make their ghosts stronger several times. They constantly let the ghosts experience the pain of life, let them fall into nightmares forever, and strengthen their obsession .

At that time, the Ghost Control Sect was unprecedentedly powerful.

I also became one of them.

I sat by the bank of Wangchuan River, tears kept pouring out.

I couldn't see the scenery in front of me, all I could see was Qingqing, who was dripping with blood and kept dying, and myself, who was helpless.

Guihou said, this spell cannot be solved, and I will never be able to get rid of it.

I hugged my knees and cried hysterically.

Suddenly a hand was placed on top of my head.

Qingqing who was crying in front of her suddenly paused, and then disappeared.

I was taken aback, at a loss.

It's something that hasn't happened in years, and I'm completely overwhelmed.

Tears flowed down my cheeks, I raised my head in a daze, and saw a young...Buddha...

He was dressed in a frosty white monk's robe, and he looked good-looking and compassionate.

He rubbed my hair and said sadly: "You have suffered."

I'm speechless, I don't know what to say...

I howled loudly under his palm and couldn't stop.

He hugged me into his arms, and I dragged his clothes and kept crying and crying...

He obviously didn't know anything, but he patiently accompanied me. My pain and despair completely broke me down.

He stayed with me for three days before I finally calmed down.

Those nightmares no longer haunt me, I can finally see things, I saw the black Wangchuan River, and I saw the palace lanterns hanging all over the long street.

I saw the handsome young Buddha.

He said he was called Wu Nian.

I asked him why he came and he said it was for me.

I thought he was talking nonsense, but I just believed him, I wanted to believe him everything he said, and I hugged him and cried a lot.

He coaxed me like a child, he was obviously not much older than me, but he was very reassuring.

He broke the contract with Guihou for me, and Guihou brought someone to the door that day.

I was worried about him, but he smiled and said don't be afraid.

I saw him standing indifferently, with countless blood-colored Buddha lotuses blooming under his feet, like an endless sea of ​​fire.

Guihou was no match for him at all, he was burned by Folian after only one encounter, and ran away like hell.

I stared at him dumbfounded, he came over and rubbed my hair, said with a smile, "Trust me."

I nodded hastily.

He asked again: "How many ghosts like you are there?"

I froze, and tears welled up.

There are thousands of ghosts like me in Ghost City.

Like me, they have been extracted the most painful fragments of memory, reincarnated every day.

All the ghosts in the ghost city who can climb out of Wangchuan have obsessions, and they are completely taken advantage of by the ghost control sect.

Under the guise of fulfilling their wishes, they never really do it. After all, the wishes they want to fulfill may take a long time, they may span across regions, and they may have to find a specific person in the vast sea of ​​people. They will resort to deception for convenience. means.

After the ghosts thought that their wish was fulfilled and signed a contract with them, they would adopt the same way they treated me, causing them to break down, their obsessions to grow wildly, and become handy and unconscious weapons.

I asked Wu Nian, do you want to save them?

He nodded without thinking.

But... that is the entire Ghost Controlling Sect, and there are three ghost kings. The contracts signed by the three ghost kings are naturally different from ours, and they are all mutually beneficial contracts.

I'm worried, No Thought is strong, but he's just a person...

He didn't care, he smiled and said to me, let's try.

After that, Wu Nian took me all over the ghost city and rescued countless contracted ghosts who were tortured by the Ghost Control Sect.

Each of them has a past that can't be recalled.

The scholar who came to Beijing to rush for the exam met Yoyo, a girl who was sheltering from the rain when he was copying scriptures in the ancient temple, and Yoyo gave him all the valuables on his body. When she was young, Yoyo was forced to marry a villain who had three wives and four concubines. She crashed into a wall and died in grief and anger, but they dressed her body neatly and gave her a ghost marriage.

That was his beloved girl, but her death was a deal, just for a few coins, and she lost all her last dignity.

That stout and reckless man met Ning'er, the daughter of the official family, and went boating with her on the lake...

That prodigal swordsman has a beloved girl, Luoer.

They each have their own pains, each have their own nightmares.

Wu Nian broke their contract, and when they saw the sun again, they burst into tears.

The members of the Ghost Control Sect went crazy, and they fought against Wu Nian collectively, but they were not his opponents. After several confrontations, they finally calmed down.

Wu Nian recites the mantra of clearing the heart every day, trying to eliminate our obsessions.

Whenever I sit behind people, my eyes will be red.

It's a pity that the good times didn't last long. Just when everyone thought they were saved, the spell suddenly started to work again.

It was me who happened first.

I was the first person to be released from the contract by Wu Nian, and also the first person to be rescued from the nightmare by him. I thought I would never fall into the abyss again in this life, but on a certain morning, before my eyes... It began to appear green and bloody.

The nightmare is back.

Wu Nian tried every means to save me, but it was useless. I couldn't bear it, and was on the verge of collapse. I begged him to let me be completely wiped out.

He held my hands and feet, and said in a gentle voice, "Don't be afraid, I will figure out a way."

Wu Nian went to the Ghost Control School, and his red lotus karmic fire almost burned the Ghost Control School, but the ghost control people still told him that there was no solution to the spell, and he began to practice some taboo skills. The gentle temperament gradually faded, and sometimes I couldn't help shivering when he walked by my side.

But despite his great accomplishments, he still couldn't save us.

Except for me, other people gradually began to have seizures, and everyone fell into the darkness again.

I don't know how much time has passed like this, I am in pain every day, and my consciousness is blurred.

That day, I suddenly smelled a **** smell, with a hint of sandalwood milk fragrance.

Then my lips became slightly wet, and I vaguely thought, is it water or blood?

It was so fragrant, I swallowed the liquid greedily, and my body suddenly became hot.

I was startled, Qingqing...disappeared...

The black water of Wangchuan reappeared in front of his eyes.

I saw it again.

Wu Nian must have figured out a way.

After waiting for a long time, I finally picked up my broken consciousness and wanted to find the whereabouts of Wu Nian, but suddenly I felt weak in my limbs and very sleepy, so I fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up again, I found myself lying on the bank of Wangchuan River.

I remember that I was a ghost who had just climbed up from Wangchuan and strayed into the ghost city. I was just a person who starved to death in the famine, and there were many ghosts around me. Asked him, he said that he went to Beijing to rush for the exam, was the top student in high school, worked hard for the country, and finally died of illness.

The same is true for reckless men and swordsmen. Everyone has no obsession, and they all entered the ghost city inexplicably.

Everyone sat by the river of Wangchuan, and when their bodies solidified, they went back to Wangchuan to reincarnate.

But I always feel empty, I feel that I have lost something, and I have forgotten important people.

It seems that someone once looked at me sadly and said don't be afraid, you will be fine.

A few days later, everyone left, and I had nothing to worry about, so I should have left too.

But I just want to stay.

I always feel like I can't leave that person here alone.

But who that person was, I still can't remember.

I started to wander around in the ghost city, no one dared to mess with me, I don't know why, I just wanted to become stronger, keep getting stronger, so I entered the arena, I kept improving my fighting power, and wanted to become stronger powerful.

I heard from the people in the arena that there is a new ghost king in the East District, named Wu Nian, dressed in red, crazy, often can't remember who he is, and calls different girls names every day, such as Qingqing, Yoyo, Ning'er , Luoer's, is still a passionate seed.

This Wu Nian is firmly occupying the Eastern District, but no one from the Ghost Control Sect dares to interfere.

Moreover, since Wu Nian entered the Eastern District, the ghost masters no longer dared to use those dirty tricks to deceive the new ghosts. They all honestly fulfilled their wishes, and the ghosts followed if they wanted to, and returned to Wangchuan .

Later, there were fewer and fewer ghosts in the ghost capital.

I found it strange. I once went to Wangchuan to ask ordinary ghosts who strayed into the ghost city. They said that they seemed to have dreamed of a Buddha disciple when they came up. He was dressed in red and was crazy. After reciting the heart-purifying mantra, their hostility weakened.

I don't really understand, but I really want to meet this new ghost king.

I broke into the East End one time at sunset.

I saw him sitting on a tall building in a red dress, chanting different names, I could hear them clearly, not all of them were girls' names, there were many boys' names, all kinds of names.

He was as crazy as the rumors said, and when he was in so much pain, he jumped off the tall building.

I don't know why I want to cry so much.

He raised his eyes to look at the moon clearly, but I think he can't see anything clearly, what must be in front of his eyes is a nightmare, that kind of desperate pain.

I heard him call Qingqing's name, and I saw him fall down the tall building again.

I followed with tears like rain, Qingqing, a very familiar name, but why can't I remember it?

I was thinking desperately, the red lotus fire was burning, and I suddenly remembered the day when I saw the light again.

The liquid I swallowed was his blood, and when I opened my eyes, I actually saw everything.

I saw Wu Nian cut his wrist, I saw him dripping with blood, I saw him blooming red lotus, feeding all ghosts with his body.

The spell couldn't be solved, so he extradited all the nightmares of everyone to himself.

I saw that his hostility was so violent that he gradually lost his name. He thought he was Jiang Yan for a while, and a scholar for a while.

I saw him staggering towards the East District, and completely disappeared before my eyes.

I remember and forget for a while, I am in a daze, the fire of karma dances gently in front of my eyes, and I forget everything again.

I stood at the entrance of the East District, looking at the tall buildings.

It seems that this is the first time I have seen the Buddha in red.

He was sitting on a tall building, crazy and incomprehensible.

He wept helplessly, he wept bitterly.

He was trapped in one nightmare after another, collapsed and sober again.

No one knows why he is mad and suffering, no one knows why he is stationed in a tall building.

No one knows his gentle protection of this city.

I stood downstairs and refused to leave.

But he suddenly turned his face and looked at me tenderly with his eyes.

As if talking to me.

Don't be afraid, you will be fine.

At this moment, I burst into tears.