Come wear it, come to die

Chapter 89 6.12

The author has something to say: baahaha, second watch, is it thick enough?

Carry the memorial tablet back into the room and hide it, so that Meier won't see it when cleaning up the room. Mr. Tong prayed to tell Su Shi that there was something to do at night, so he came back later and went out.

He bought a hoe from a shop that sells agricultural tools, and went back to Fanhuajuli to get a roll of white thread from a batch of silk thread that had just arrived, as well as the embroidery needles that the embroiderer used for embroidery, and went again I bought a handful of white and yellow paper money from a shop selling joss stick paper money.

Seeing the ghost following him, Tong Qianjun smiled slightly, and touched his pale face.

"Next, you will lead the way. We will go into the mountain and take your body away."

Huayin held the warm hand that caressed her cheek, and nodded slightly.

As that road said, ghosts are most powerful at night, if someone else touches his body, he will not hesitate to tear the offender into pieces, but if it is Tong Xianjun... how can he be willing.

It's just that his body has been buried in the ground for half a year, and now it's rotten and smelly when dug up. This man...

"No matter what it becomes, as long as it's you, I won't hate you." Tong Qianjun saw through his mind, held his hand, and said, "Let's go."

Huayin nodded, a little aggrieved in her heart: Hey, I would have died so soon if I had known.

Now it is the Republic of China, there is no sunset curfew, and the city is even more lively at night, Tong Xianjun took Huayin and hurried out of the city gate, leaving the city full of people and flickering lights, and the wilderness is pitch black.

It was dark and moonless, and on the wild path, the white lanterns lit up a cold white light, flashing and flashing, if people saw it, they would definitely freak out.

Wearing a black military uniform, a ghost with sharp eyes led the way with a lantern in his hand. Behind him was a man in a dark gray robe, carrying a hoe, and carrying a cloth bag full of paper money.

As the cold chill approached, Huayin's dark eyes flashed, and he looked over with a fierce look, as if something in the darkness was scared away.

"Don't be afraid, I will protect you." Looking back at the person with a calm expression, he said softly.

"I know, I'm not afraid." After traveling through so many planes, there is really nothing that can scare him, and as long as this person is around, he will definitely not be harmed in the slightest.

Hua Yin took his hand and continued to walk forward. When passing through a bamboo forest, Tong Xianjun felt a little familiar.

"I have been here before, when I hit my head and passed out, I was sitting on the flower bridge, and you kicked the sedan chair door, and carried me out of the sedan chair..." Tong Qianjun remembered that he had just passed through and was carried on the bridge. In the bridal sedan chair, being led to worship hall was really frightening.

"Yeah." Huayin's black eyes were stained with a little smile, and said: "Forcing you to go to Huaqiao to worship with me is the happiest thing I have ever done."

The cold wind blew by, blowing the bamboo leaves like a madman dancing wildly, making a rustling sound, and the white mist surged in. Huayin paused, reached into the cloth bag in Tong Xianjun's arms, and took out a stack of paper money.

"Everyone, Mr. Hua and my husband are returning home. Please make it convenient for me. These are our husband's wishes." Sliding down, he threw out a stack of paper money in his hand, and long white paper money fluttered in the forest. .

The turbulent white mist stopped, and the floating white paper money receded like a tide.

"Go, don't look back."

Tong Xianjun nodded, the white mist just now should be a ghost, he seems to only be able to see the soul of his lover, and other ghosts cannot see it.

After passing through the bamboo forest is a river, the river is rushing, and I don’t know if it’s because there is no moonlight, but the river is actually black. Mr. Tong Xian glanced curiously, and saw a white bone frame floating in the water Ups and downs, the mouth is still opening and closing, as if moving forward with their footsteps.

Tong Xianjun: …Holding the grass, if you are a little timid, you will be scared out of your wits.

Hua Yin lightly pinched Tong Xianjun's hand, listening to the forward footsteps, nodded slightly to the bone frame in the water, and the floating bone frame slowly dived into the water and disappeared.

After walking along the river for a while, I came to a bridge. Looking at the bridge, Mr. Tong prayed a little bit, if he hadn't seen it, it seemed like a paper bridge! ?

The ghost walks on the paper bridge, won't it collapse if he steps on it?

"Hold it." Hua Yin looked at the usually alert and intelligent man with a dazed expression, and couldn't help but get weaker, and handed him the lantern in his hand: "Hold it, don't drop it."

"Oh." Tong Xianjun hung the cloth bag containing paper money on his shoulders, carrying a hoe and a white lantern.

Huayin bent over and picked him up horizontally, and stepped onto the paper bridge.

Mr. Tong prayed that there was a flash in front of his eyes, and there were many bluish-skinned, stiff-faced, cloudy-eyed ghosts on the paper bridge.Some have long tongues, some have staring eyes, some have half of their heads missing, bleeding from seven orifices, and some are dripping wet.

"If you're afraid, close your eyes and don't talk."

Tong Xianjun shook his head and nodded again. When he saw a headless ghost wearing armor, riding a BMW with half a skull on one side of his head, holding a big knife and full of evil spirits, he couldn't help but open his eyes wide. .

The headless ghost rode his horse onto the bridge. When passing by a person and a ghost, he stopped, turned his neck, and the bright red blood spurted out. Huayin turned his head and looked at the headless ghost with cold eyes. There seemed to be a blood-red evil spirit, and the surrounding ghosts screamed and retreated.

The BMW with a skull on half of its head stomped on its horse's hooves uneasily, and the headless ghost riding on it slowly turned its neck, waved the rein lightly, and rode away.

After this little episode, Hua Yin walked down the paper bridge with Tong Xianjun in his arms, and the ghost disappeared in a blur before his eyes, and the surrounding was pitch black, and it was actually under a hill.

"Here we are." Hua Yin took the white lantern from Tong Xianjun, took his hand, and walked up a path.

There is a tree growing on the top of the small hill. Mr. Tongqian can't see what kind of tree it is. There is a grave under the tree. The light of the white lantern reflects on the black wooden tablet in front of the grave. You can clearly see the words " The Tomb of Huayin".

Tong Xianjun put down the cloth bag containing the paper money, looked at Huayin, and said, "Then I'll dig."

"Well, you dig, I won't be angry."

Tong Xianjun was amused, and walked to the side of the grave: [V587, turn on the detection, and determine the location of the coffin. 】

I walked all the way from Fenghua City to here, the system was seriously disturbed, and it kept restarting in standby mode. V587 felt that the system might go on strike if it was tossed like this a few times. It didn't return to normal until it passed the paper bridge.

[As ordered. 】V587 quickly scanned Huayin's cemetery and made a three-dimensional map for Mr. Tong.

The coffin was in the middle of the cemetery, and it was not lying flat, but standing upright.

[According to the system data query, this is the way of burial for ghosts, and they must be buried before the dead die...]

Listening to V587's words, Tong Xianjun's heart suddenly ached, as if being torn apart alive, and he looked at Huayin full of pity.

"Did you feel very uncomfortable at that time?" Death is not scary, the most terrifying thing is waiting for death...

Hua Yin looked at Tong Xianjun's tear-filled eyes with pity and distress, knew what he was asking, and gently kissed him on the cheek.

"I did it voluntarily, so that I could meet you, it's worth it." If he didn't use that method, now that his life has disappeared, how could he possibly meet Tong Xianjun.

"Fool." Tong Qianjun murmured, and began to swing the hoe to dig up the mud on the grave.

The soil of the grave is very thick, and Mr. Tong’s physical fitness has been adjusted to the best level. It is not a problem to dig it up. After more than an hour, the coffin buried in the soil has been exposed. Mr. Tong’s hoe put aside, Rolling up his sleeves, holding the side of the coffin with both hands, he dragged the heavy coffin out of the soil and gently laid it flat on the ground.

Looking at his coffin, Hua Yin felt an indescribable feeling in his heart. At the beginning, he was seriously injured and only breathed. Facing his weeping mother and his anxious younger brother, he was finally worried, so he asked a mage to use such extreme methods way to stay in this world.

One person and one ghost met each other's eyes, Tong Xianjun gently caressed the coffin with his hand, and pried off the coffin nails neatly with a few strokes of the hoe. As the coffin lid was pushed away, a chill came out inside, which was beyond imagination. rancid smell.

Wearing a black military uniform, the handsome man had his hands folded on his chest with white gloves, his expression was as peaceful as a deep sleep, and his body was well maintained without any signs of decay.

Tong Xianjun's fingertips gently caressed the cheek of Huayin's corpse, and said, "It's still very handsome, it makes my heart move."

Huayin was amused again.

He had already prepared in his heart that his lover is not an ordinary person. Even if he died, how could the body rot? Thinking of the conversation between Hua Jun and the Taoist priest, he felt the deep malice towards his lover in this plane. Use the hands of those two people to destroy your lover's body.

Having experienced so many planes, he knew that his lover would leave the plane and disappear twelve hours after the end of his life, but now it has been half a year, and his body is still in good condition, which means that there is an invisible wave in this plane. Feeling that the power is imprisoning the lover's body.

Tong Xianjun's face was slightly gloomy, and he carried out the body of his lover lying in the coffin.

【V587. 】

【exist! 】

[Turn on the system recycling mode! 】

[Master host, do you want to...] V587 exclaimed, he felt that Mr. Tongqian was really crazy, the system had never recovered other bodies except for recovering the analysis data of the original body and recovering the host.

Because all the original owners who will be selected by the system are unwilling to face fate and have a strong belief in breaking free from the control of fate. If the above conditions are not met, the system will not be able to recycle and decompose at all.

Huayin obviously doesn't meet all the conditions...

【I understand your concerns, his body must not be destroyed, and the Heavenly Dao Origin Soul Orb is given by the system and is closely related to him, so give it a try...】

He has a very strong feeling...

[As ordered. 】V587 no longer prevents: 【Enable system recovery...】