Chapter five hundred and thirty seventh new ghost king
Her most painful time is not now, and her darkest time is not now either.
The most painful time was when she first arrived here.
At that time, dragging her rotting body, she could only hold the wine koji tightly with her fingers that had almost turned into bones, knocking over one bottle after another, and finally turned it into a bottle of wine.
She buried the wine under the osmanthus tree in the tomb outside for a hundred years, and finally dug it out the day before yesterday.
She wanted to keep it out of sight, but in the end she asked someone to send the wine outside, hoping to find a destined person.
She knew that this was Nuer Hong, the finest Nuer Hong, and it was also the crystallization of all her resentment from all her tears of regret and fear of mold.
So she named it "Repent".
Regret, regret, regret endlessly.
She also wanted the girl in her memory to get the wine, but in the end it was not her.
But after all, she didn't want to think about whether this was her or whether she could meet her.
From the moment she took a step forward, every step she took has already been wrong. All the fate between her and her has been cut off by her. There is no "fate", no "missing", and no "
Regret”.
Even if this, the last "missing" that still exists in her heart is the only ray of light in her dark life in the past hundreds of years, she feels that she is not worthy of having it anymore.
She didn't know how long she had been entangled in the darkness by the thick black air. Her consciousness was so hazy that she already felt that her consciousness no longer needed to exist.
But it all has to end eventually.
ended in her consciousness.
The huge pain seemed to have gradually gone away, and there was a faint light shining in front of my eyes.
She felt her body stand up uncontrollably, heard her chest and abdomen begin to inhale and exhale, and finally spoke slowly.
The voice that originally belonged to her said what she wanted to say but also what she least wanted to say.
"Now that all the wine in my yard has been poured out, there is no need for it to exist anymore, and there is no need to send it out again in the future."
She heard the pressure in her own voice that made even her soul tremble, and her whole body was already filled with power that she could not reach in the past.
Power power!
With power that no one else in the world has, she has become a master.
What she wants, all the pain, hatred, and obsession in the past can now be repaid with blood!
She heard herself laughing, but she clearly felt her heart hurt.
It turns out that this is what she has been pursuing so hard, but is there really any happiness in this?
She couldn't help but raise her hand and put it on her chest, but she didn't feel the slightest warmth.
There was no warmth at all, and his hands were as cold as his heart.
And beneath that, beneath the skin, beneath the organs, beneath the bones, the originally beating heart had long since disappeared.
She wanted to cry, but the corners of her eyes were burning, and nothing could come out.
And that cold voice seemed to finally have a smile: "What are you looking for?"
Heart......
"Are you looking for your heart? It's gone. It's gone a long time ago. From the moment you are willing to bow to me, your heart no longer belongs to you.
You are no longer a human being, and now, you should be called my dearest, the new King of Ghosts."
She seemed to hear a voice around her that was very unfamiliar to her.
She began to look around mechanically, but everything around her was white, and she seemed to be unable to see anything.
Can’t you see it? It’s okay if you can’t see it.
She wanted to smile bitterly, but in the end she could only bring up a perfect smile that responded to the person speaking: "That's what you said."
Finally she saw a beam of green light, as if someone had walked in front of her.
A pair of cold hands gently stroked her cheeks, and finally a cold hand clamped down on her chin, squeezing it hard without any emotion or sympathy.
This offensive action did not make her body feel any discomfort at all, but made her feel that she deserved it.
Yes, what kind of compassion is needed?
She is no longer human, but now she is the King of Ghosts and an invincible weapon for others.
All her thoughts are no longer worthy of existing in this body.
Her body finally knelt in front of the visitor, bowing her head, soft and obedient, as if she was the most obedient dog in the world.
The man smiled and said, "I wonder if the Lord will be happy to see you."
Happy?
Is there anyone in this world who would feel happy seeing themselves?
There were whispers of voices around, and the attendant who was holding the mirror and seemed to be particularly talkative asked cautiously: "Sir, is there any relationship between the Lord and the Madam?"
"It doesn't matter, it does matter."
He said something lightly, but didn't understand anything.
The visitor had already left, and she finally began to walk around at will in this courtyard that she had never been able to go out before.
But nothing this body did was related to her depression. "She" just walked around like a lord, and then sat down quietly.
She sat in the yard, and no one around her dared to approach her.
But she always felt that something else was surging in her heart.
The new Ghost King is not yet able to control his thoughts well, and he also dislikes his body which is currently too weak.
The Ghost King always felt as if there was still a weak soul in his consciousness that was almost about to dissipate.
Naturally, that soul has nothing to do with the great Ghost King, but the Ghost King doesn't care about such a soul that poses no threat to him.
So she still observed the soul in her mind very tolerantly for a while, and sometimes made some actions in compliance with her wishes.
For example, now, the Ghost King didn't know why she suddenly raised her hand, and uttered a low ghostly whisper from her red lips. Then layers of black energy appeared under her palm, and amidst the erosion of the black energy, a...
The little devil in white shirt.
It seems to be chasing souls?
However, to the Ghost King, the Soul-Chasing Yin is nothing more than child's play. I don't know why this extremely pitiful and weak soul in my mind would use the Soul-Zhui-Yin, let alone what she wants to do with it.
The little ghost seemed to be very surprised by the appearance of the ghost king. Its limited consciousness was useless in identifying the ghost king. In the end, it could only look at the ghost king blankly and said: "I lost the person you wanted me to find again."
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Lost it?
The Ghost King couldn't remember who he had asked the kid to look for, but that didn't matter. The Ghost King no longer needed to look for this person in the future. This body was now owned by the new Ghost King, not the cowardly and selfish soul of the past.