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He Wumei didn't know how to judge her fate.
She was born into an official family and lived a carefree and comfortable life when she was young. Of course, a military disaster destroyed everything. The clan members were displaced and no one survived. She was also sold into a brothel for a few bags of rice.
At that time, her father and brother, who loved her very much, did not come to save her.
She was very handsome when she was young, but struggled to find a place in the industry. Unfortunately, her husband's life was only a few years, and the number of horses and horses in front of her became increasingly rare, and the attitude of "aunties" gradually became indifferent.
As she grew older, she married into a merchant's wife, but she was hated by the eldest wife. She was falsely accused of seducing the frivolous children in the city, and ordered the evil servants to drive her out of the house.
At that time, her husband, who was always close to each other, did not come to save her.
She once asked the master who taught her piano skills, Qing Ci, Taoist scriptures and medical skills why she was so unlucky because she was dedicated to good deeds. The master told her that it seemed like a brothel girl like her was born with a low destiny, and no one else could save her.
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Later, my aunt went to the Salesian Hospital. After my aunt died, I thought that since I couldn't be a saved person, I might as well be a rescuer.
So, I carried the Salesian Home on my weak shoulders. Spring passed and autumn came, and the years passed.
Things didn't get better, but we hit a new hurdle again and fell into the cave city.
But she didn't have much fear. Maybe she was used to it. Destiny was like water flowing down from the mountains to the bottom of the abyss. This was how life was.
She just couldn't help but think about it.
Will someone come to save her this time?
then.
Li Changan boarded the Ghost King's palace and appeared in front of her.
He Wumei was not happy.
He shouldn't have come.
This is the cave city.
No matter how powerful you are, you can't make waves.
What's more, in her opinion, Brother Gui is just a lonely ghost who can write some talismans, so why bother to be implicated?
The master is right, she is born with a low destiny, and no one else can save her.
He Wumei was so distraught that she had no choice but to try not to show any abnormal expression and not to look at Li Changan in the audience, so as not to attract the attention of ghosts and gods on the stage.
She "Calm" played the piano, "Calm" took her leave, and "Calm" played "He Xian Chao" with other musicians under the auspices of Jing Xiu, setting off the atmosphere for the gift.
Huang Wei, who was next to her, noticed her "calmness". Of course, he also saw Li Changan, and tacitly acted "calmly".
Secretly comforting her in a low voice: "Don't worry, the Taoist priest will find his own solution when he comes?"
Is there really a way?
Huang Wei himself was not convinced either.
He really couldn't think of any way Li Changan could save him, He Wumei, Jingxiu, and even the Taoist priest himself in this cave city in front of this ghost king.
until……
"it's all me."
The guests spilled their wine glasses, the musicians broke the strings, and the audience was silent. Even the monk Wuchen, who was pretending to be a clay puppet, turned his attention in surprise.
"well."
Quietly sighing inaudibly in the corner.
He took a deep look at Li Chang'an, then turned to look at Huang Wei, with strange pleasure: "Look at you, Huang Wei, you have dragged down another person around you to death."
Huang Wei didn't object.
Lost God murmured:
"The Taoist priest has his own way."
Jingxiu smiled contemptuously, ignored him, and called the musicians to continue playing.
…………
The music started playing again, but due to the panic of the musicians, the strings were always messed up here and out of tune there. The so elegant and peaceful "He Xian Chao" was sometimes played in a somewhat desolate and weird way.
But what's even weirder is the atmosphere in the venue.
The ghosts and gods were silent, the guests were trembling, but the perpetrator was calm and calm.
until...
The Ghost King leaned on the altar, slightly raising the corners of his mouth.
"Ah."
The laughter lasted only one syllable, as if a joke had been picked to relieve boredom in a long and boring performance.
But it’s such a neither salty nor bland reaction…
"Hahahaha!" A messenger raised his head and laughed wildly on the stage. The skin was torn open at the corner of his mouth, and half a skull appeared.
Another messenger tilted his neck, and the sarcoma on his neck grew rapidly, growing into another head in the blink of an eye. The head on the left sneered: "How many years have you not seen such a fool?" The head on the right responded with a sly smile: "About five years!"
Then the messenger covered his face with his hands, blood and tears oozing from his fingers, and laughed sadly. "It's pitiful, it's such a shame." But his mouth opened wider and wider, "I am not the only one who has such a good heart."
…
Various ghosts and gods showed various stern expressions, laughing wildly, sneering, sneering, laughing harshly, laughing ferociously, laughing slyly... All kinds of laughter circled the scene, mocking the ignorance and arrogance of the mortals in the audience.
Li Changan seemed unaware and also chuckled.
On the contrary, the judge messenger who was blocking the bridge did not smile. A layer of iron dust gradually appeared on his stern face, making the nasolabial folds on the side of his nose appear deeper and deeper.
Word by word: "Do you know what the crime is for insulting the envoy and slighting the King of Dharma? What punishment should be received?"
"I saw it on the road. It was said that it was eaten by dogs. But..."
Li Changan looked puzzled and asked.
"How could a poor Taoist have ever been scornful? They say that the cave city recognizes people but not people. As long as there are people who are polite and polite, they are good guests. Is this a lie?!"
As soon as he said this, the laughter around him became even more wild.
The face of the judge messenger was completely covered with iron ash, and the flesh on his face slowly withered and sunken, becoming more and more like his image on the relief - a mummy made of iron.
He was silent for a moment, and then a voice without any emotion or fluctuation sounded:
"How many posts have you received?"
"Eight copies."
"How many gifts did you bring?"
"One serving."
"Bold maniac!"
The judge's lowered eyes suddenly raised, burning with green fire, his figure swelled, and suddenly transformed into a ferocious appearance.
"Messenger, don't be impatient."
Li Changan interrupted with a chuckle, and calmly took out a small wooden box.
"The quality of birthday gifts is not too much. This treasure, Pindao, is more than enough for not only the eight birthday gifts in the pond, but also for ten, a hundred, or a thousand!"
He held the wooden box in his hand and showed it to everyone around him - the wooden box was as small as a sewing box and shabby. The surface of the box was not even painted. It was too old and the wood grain was shiny.
Can this broken box also hold treasures?
Fan Liang was shaking all over after hearing this. This time he was not excited, but really scared!
I had expected that the country bumpkin would offend the Ghost King, but I didn't expect him to be so bold and wanton! If he continues to talk nonsense, he will definitely suffer the disaster of a fish in a pond.
He was frightened and angry for a moment, and he was filled with evil and evil: "You are a farm slave, you are a lowly person who lives in a ravine and cannot recognize the highest wealth! You should know that which of the birthday gifts in the pond is not a human treasure that you will rarely see in ten lifetimes?!"
Li Chang'an responded with an approving look. Jiao Fan Liang was confused and frightened, fearing that the envoy would misunderstand.
The Taoist priest next to him had already opened his mouth.
"Brother, what you said is wrong. I know the things in the pond, but they can be compared with this treasure of mine..."
He chuckled and pointed out the Nanhai shark beads, Yunhuan yarn, overseas swords and so on in the pool one by one.
"Look at it from a certain point of view. Beads can be mixed into fish eyes, gauze can be used to wash dishes and pots, iron knives can chop firewood to make rice, bird medicine can facilitate bowel movement, fragrant wood can mask taste and deodorize, and what about a copper basin?
Use it as a chamber pot to hold excrement and urine, but the rest is just mud and smelly excrement, not worth a single ounce."
…………
The words just fell.
Hahaha!
This time the ghost king was making a joke.
As soon as he opened his mouth, the other "insects" naturally stopped.
"What a madman! What he said makes sense."
He propped himself up like a mountain of meat, his smile still full of kindness.
"According to your words, your thing is not only worth a thousand gold, but ten thousand gold. Is it worth ten thousand gold?"
"good."
"good!"
The Ghost King clapped his hands violently.
But I saw that the water in the pool sank a little, turning from clear to green.
"This pond is no longer a pond of thousands of gold, but a pond of ten thousand gold. What will happen if your treasure doesn't sink?"
"Let it be dealt with."
Li Changan said no more and threw the wooden box into the pool.
However.
The wooden box enters the pond.
But it seemed like it was put into clay and stuck to the water surface without sinking at all, not even causing a ripple.
Before the ghosts and gods could show off their banter and malice, there was a sudden "crackling" sound in the air.
The pool suddenly boiled!
The water surface seemed to have suddenly lost its buoyancy.
There was a "click" sound.
The wooden box fell straight to the bottom of the pool.
Immediately afterwards, the Ten Thousand Gold Pond began to boil a thousand times more. The water in the pond "escaped" in a hurry, turning into smoke and steaming. Then the smoke turned into frightened faces, screaming and panicking, and the mist was rising.
The whole hall was flying.
It turns out that the pond is not water at all, but countless souls pretending to be pond water.
"roll!"
A loud roar like rolling thunder swept the room full of frightened fog ghosts out of the hall.
The fog barrier cleared, revealing a huge creature.
The ghost king's figure suddenly swelled. The platform at his feet that could have been used as a bed was now only used as a small stool, barely enough for him to squat down.
His face was no longer kind, with veins popping out on half of his face, his beard turning red, and the topknot on his head turning into a pair of huge horns, pointing diagonally at the sky.
The ghost king stood on the stage and looked down coldly.
Li Changan smiled and nodded.
As if to say again: Look, it’s sinking.
…
There was dead silence for a moment.
But in an instant it was like water in a pool, boiling a thousand times faster.
Huge skeletons, white faces and long shadows, black-feathered ghost girls...the ghosts and gods all showed their ferocious appearance one by one.
"How brave!"
"Dare to play magic in Cave City!"
"Swallow his soul quickly!"
They all asked the Ghost King for orders to peel off Li Changan's skin and cramps, and separate his soul into pieces.
The Ghost King said:
"Bring it up."
I don't know if it was an illusion, but the guests seemed to be relieved when they saw the judge's messenger.
He hurriedly jumped into the pool.
Pick up the wooden box.
The box opened a crack due to the impact, and the judge's messenger glanced at it.
But when he saw his body trembling, the rumored iron face instantly twisted into a look of terror, and he actually tried to throw away the wooden box.
Li Changan handed it over with calm eyes.
"Messenger, hold on tight."
His movements suddenly froze, and he maintained the awkward posture of wanting to escape or throw away, and his face was even more panicked and embarrassed.
It turns out that the iron face also looks at people.
"Judge, what is in the box?!"
The ghosts and gods on the stage shouted and asked questions.
The judge messenger did not answer, but turned to look at the Ghost King, hesitatingly speaking.
"Kings……"
"Bring it up!"
"But……"
The fangs spat out in a sharp voice: "I told you to bring it up!"
The judge's messenger did not dare to hesitate any longer and carefully presented the wooden box.
Several ghosts and gods flew over and poked their heads to see what was going on. One of them, a loyal one, worriedly said: "How can the king's hands be dirty with just a common ritual? Why don't you let me open this box?"
The Ghost King naturally understood what he meant, but he snorted coldly and ignored it, instead holding the wooden box between his fingers.
He has been in Cave City for hundreds of years. He has gone through many scenes and met many people, but even the thirteen families can't help him! What's more, just a wild ghost who comes alone? Even if he has some bravery, some supernatural powers, and
Is there anything worth being afraid of?!
The Ghost King smiled coldly and opened the wooden box.
crackle~
Hey! A messenger suddenly flew away.
Ah! A messenger reveals his true form.
Scared! The messenger stumbled and fell off the altar.
Even the ghost king suddenly grew in size again, completely turning into a ferocious ghost, with dense human faces of pain protruding from his belly.
The platform under my feet could no longer support it and broke with a "click".
The Ghost King couldn't help but fall off the stage.
But the Taoist priest's birthday gift is still firmly held on his finger.
The electric light danced in the small wooden box.