Kong Yusheng, who was covered in blood, heard the reminder and immediately forced himself to hide aside.
But due to the restraints of the black chains, the distance Kong Yusheng could dodge was very small.
That gray-white palm still brushed against his body, making Kong Yusheng miserable.
"It hurts! It hurts so much!" Kong Yusheng wailed loudly and clutched his body tightly.
Now his body is no longer simply covered with blood holes, but has become more and more transparent, as if he is about to disappear.
Although I knew this was a sign that Kong Yusheng was distraught, I still couldn't bear to believe it and asked: "Kong Yusheng, are you okay?"
"Alas." Kong Yusheng lamented first, and then replied with his whole body trembling: "Brother Liang, it seems that Kong can no longer help you leave this world. My life... my life is at stake."
After saying that, he saw the gray palm that he had just brushed hit Kong Yusheng again and again.
Bang! Bang, bang, bang! Bang, bang, bang!
With several blasts, Kong Yusheng, who had been completely destroyed by the hurricane, was finally unable to resist the gray palm that came back.
"My life is really at an end, Brother Liang, I will wait for you at the other end of my life." After saying this, the dying Kong Yusheng completely disappeared.
The moment Kong Yusheng disappeared, a heartbreaking male voice echoed out of thin air in the wilderness.
"Thousands of thoughts are pouring in. It hurts to sit and wait for the dry bones to melt away. No one cherishes my fate."
"The snow is falling, the grass is frosty, the painting is desolate, and the reflections are reflected in the conversation while drinking."
"The face dripping with blood is filled with memories and sudden feelings of resentment."
"No one is coming. There are overgrown withered grass. There is a flute and a person standing beside the pavilion."
"Burying flowers with cold eyes, swallowing blood helplessly, only to see your reflection when I dream back at midnight."
"If you get rich early and sit in a small boat, you will end up with your body and soul destroyed."
"What a pity, a lovelorn person can only be in love with you in this life."
In fact, I recognized this heartbreaking male voice, it was the tragic voice of Kong Yusheng after his death.
Listening to the mournful sound of death lingering in my ears, and looking at the empty black chain beside me, I couldn't help but burst into tears: "Kong Yusheng, Kong Yusheng, you just lost your soul like this?"
It’s hard to believe that Kong Yusheng’s soul is gone
I was so distraught that I lost my mind for a moment, and could only mumble about the shadows behind my death: "Thousands of thoughts are pouring in, waiting for the dead bones to gradually melt, and it will hurt if no one cherishes me; the snow is falling, the frost is falling, the words are desolate, and the wine
Two reflections during the words; the face dripping with blood, rolled with memories and suddenly resentful; no one came, withered grass, a flute and a person lying beside the pavilion; flowers were buried with cold eyes, helplessly swallowing the blood, I dreamed about you in the middle of the night, and then I saw you
Reflection; when you are young, you sit in a small boat, and you end up with the end of your body and soul; how sad it is, a lost lover, seeing a partridge, can only be in love in this life."
I read it over and over again, recalling all the times I spent with Kong Yusheng.
When I first met you, your name was Sheng Yu, and you were just a ghost with amnesia.
"I can't sleep at night and I can't think about it. Come on, play a few rounds of Sichuan mahjong with me." You said to me.
I resisted in every possible way, but I was still dragged to play mahjong by you.
"Don't be afraid, as long as you play a few rounds of mahjong with me, I won't hurt you, but if you dare to run away, I will make your life worse than death." You threatened.
Well, I can't resist you, so I have no choice but to enter Room 602, Building D, to play Sichuan Mahjong with you.
"The chairs in the east and west are occupied. As the master, I sit in the north. You can sit in the south of the mahjong table." You ordered.
I sat on the chair in the south, and the mahjong gambling began.
"The rules of our mahjong playing are very simple, that is, one round after another, and whoever loses a round will have to eat one of his fingers. Also, you are not allowed to make a thousand while playing mahjong. If I catch a thousand, it will not be eaten.
Fingers are so easy." You told me the rules of mahjong.
The rules of mahjong have been promulgated, the game has officially begun, and I finally became the loser on the eleventh circle.
"Eat quickly, the twelfth round of battle will begin after eating." You urged, pointing to the bloody severed finger in the bowl.
I didn't eat my severed finger, I decided to resist, and you finally got angry.
"Since I became a ghost, I have only heard of ghosts scaring people. I have never seen people scare ghosts. But now I have seen what it means for people to scare ghosts. People who scare ghosts are like ants who dare to bully ghosts!" You are like this!
roar.
"This is unreasonable. I, Sheng Yu, swear that today will be your death anniversary next year. When you become the ghost under my crotch, I want you to always remember that I, Sheng Yu, am the one who killed you." You roared like this again.
.
But even if your anger gets out of control, you will still be defeated by me.
"Impossible, how could you possibly know the Emperor Dragon's God-breaking technique! This is the Taoist technique of the Supreme Emperor!" You said in panic.
You failed, failed miserably, but the real Kong Yusheng appeared.
"Hey, why am I here? Aren't I watching TV with my wife?" you asked blankly.
When you know that you are already dead, you are stunned, you are confused, and you don't want to believe it.
"Am I really dead? Impossible! I can't die like this, I must be dreaming!" You yelled at me.
But no matter how much you don't want to believe it, you have to accept the fact that you are already dead.
"It turns out, it turns out what you said is true. I'm dead and turned into a ghost. It's really sad." You sighed sadly.
Next, I parted from you for a short period of time.
When I met you again, you said you were looking for a wife.
"I'm digging...I'm digging for my wife." You said so strangely.
I thought you were stupid and questioned you endlessly, but you always insisted on your own statement.
"No! My wife is really in the soil! Her smell is getting stronger and stronger. If you don't believe me, just smell it!" You argued so stubbornly.
I still didn't choose to believe you, but when I saw the red cheongsam in the soil, I knew I had wrongly blamed you.
"Honey... my husband has finally found you, have you missed me?" You said to yourself in such a state of collapse while holding the red cheongsam.
Even though I knew I had wrongly blamed you, I still angered you arrogantly.
"I told you to steal my wife, and now I want you to bury her here!" You shouted loudly.
Faced with your reckless attack, I also became angry.
The result of my anger is that you lose your ghost eyes.
"It hurts...it hurts so much!" You moaned in pain.
You have become much more well-behaved after suffering the pain of gouging out your eyes, and you no longer dare to contradict me easily.
"You gouging out my eyes is just a punishment for me. How can I ask you for them back? Since you got those ghost eyes, they are yours. As long as you...as long as you don't kill me."