Because there seemed to be a two-character name written on it. This name was extremely familiar to Yun Mo, because it was his own name, and the protagonist of this funeral was actually himself.
Yun Mo couldn't believe it for a moment. What was going on? Was he dreaming? He took a careful look at the people who came to worship. Most of them were his acquaintances, and they all looked heartbroken.
, Yun Mo walked back and forth in front of them, and they seemed not to see Yun Mo.
"What the hell is going on?" Yun Mo was a little panicked. He pinched himself hard. It hurt! This was not a dream!
Just when Yun Mo was about to wonder if he was still in the dream created by Meng Qi, a voice full of surprise and surprise rang out.
"Yun..." The voice was interrupted as soon as it sounded, but it was enough for Yun Mo to confirm that this was not a dream.
Yun Mo followed the voice and saw Ayaka Kamisato, wearing a pure black formal dress, looking at him with a surprised look on her face. Her beautiful face was covered with tears, making people unable to bear the sight of it.
I couldn't help but feel distressed.
And Kamisato Ayato next to her was blocking her from letting Kamisato Ayaka call Yunmo, and whispered: "Don't call him, he will leave his obsession in the world, and he will not be able to become a Buddha properly.
Let him be liberated after death."
After hearing this, Kamisato Ayaka stopped shouting, but she still stared at Yun Mo, refusing to look away.
After Yun Mo listened to Kamisato Ayato's words, he knew what happened in an instant. These guys actually thought that he was dead and that he was now in a state of returning to his soul.
It is true that he disappeared for a long time, but it does not mean that he is dead. I attended my funeral. Yun Mo saw it on the Internet, but he did not expect it to happen to him.
Yun Mo was a little speechless. He told these people who came to pay homage to him that he was not dead yet. In the end, these guys turned a deaf ear and thought it was just resentment that he was unwilling to die. Apart from scaring away a few timid people, he did nothing.
effect.
Seeing this result, Yun Mo couldn't help but feel a little depressed, and then a bold idea came to his mind. Since you all think I am dead, then I will pretend to be a ghost and scare you.
Yun Mo lowered his head, then slowly raised his head, two whirlpools appeared in his eyes, and he kept spitting out some resentful sounds: "I hate it so much, why do you want me to look like this?
Why are you abandoning me in the wilderness? I am so lonely and scared."
As he spoke, black demonic aura erupted from his body in coordination, with a look of resentment that would frighten even the most daring person.
Yun Mo's move caused the silent mourning hall to explode instantly. Everyone looked at Yun Mo in horror, and then shouted: "Ghost! Yun Mo has turned into a ghost!"
As he spoke, he was about to run away, but Yun Mo waved his hand, and the black ink mist sealed the hall. Except for a few timid people, everyone stayed in the hall.
"Why are you leaving? I finally met you all, why are you leaving?" Yun Mo's performance was more realistic and even looked like a real ghost. He tilted his head and smiled.
But in the eyes of people whose hearts are filled with fear, this smile appears particularly terrifying.
Seeing this scene, the shrine maidens thought that Yun Mo had turned into a fierce ghost, and they took out the royal coins to drive away the evil spirits, but it was completely ineffective. They didn't leave early, and they were a little annoyed why the Eightfold God Son was not here, as if Omiyaji-sama was here.
, it will definitely not let the evil spirits get close.
Yun Mo passed through the witch and walked toward the crowd. When the people saw that the witch could not drive Yun Mo away, they all started to panic.
But at this moment, a person blocked Yunmo's path, and that was the very weak-looking Kamisato Ayaka. She spread her arms and blocked Yunmo's front. She said, "I'm sorry.
It was me who caused you to die alone. If you want to blame, blame me. Don't hurt innocent people."
After saying that, Kamisato Ayaka closed her eyes, looking like she was being slaughtered.
Seeing his sister like this, Kamisato Ayato became a little anxious and shouted quickly: "Ayaka, come back quickly!"
But it didn't work. Kamisato Ayaka didn't listen to her brother at all and stood there quietly waiting for Yunmo's arrival.
Under everyone's horrified gaze, Yunmo, who was covered in black mist, walked over, opened his arms as well, and hugged Kamisato Ayaka.
At the moment when they embraced each other, Yun Mo's demonic aura disappeared in an instant, and he whispered softly in the ear of Kamisato Ayaka: "I am the one who should say I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I came back late.
"
After being hugged by Yun Mo, Kamisato Ayaka's delicate body froze instantly. She felt the heat transmitted from Yun Mo's body.
She opened her eyes in disbelief at the warm breath, and then saw Yun Mo looking at her with a gentle smile on her face.
"You, are you not dead?" Kamisato Ayaka asked excitedly.
"Of course, how can a dead person still have body temperature?" Yun Mo smiled and rubbed Kamisato Ayaka's head and said.
Kamisato Ayaka reached out her hand and touched Yun Mo's chest in disbelief, feeling that the heart was beating powerfully.
After confirming that Yun Mo was still there and had not turned into a ghost, Kamisato Ayaka cried again: "Woo, wu, scared me to death, scared me to death, wu wu... I thought you would never be here again.
I’m back…woohoo…”
Yun Mo felt a little distressed when he saw Kamisato Ayaka crying, and gently patted Kamisato Ayaka's back.
"I'm sorry, Linghua, for making you worry. Am I back now?" Yun Mo said softly.
Listening to Yun Mo's words, Kamisato Ayaka cried even harder. She hugged Yun Mo's waist tightly, as if she wanted to embed Yun Mo into her body.