The pine walks very tired, tired, and thirsty. In the vast wilderness, there is no oasis. Depression, baldness, depression, and despair are pouring out like complications.

As he walked, he suddenly stopped and his eyes slowly looked at his legs. In his memory, he remembered that his legs were injured, so why didn’t he feel any pain in walking?

Looking and thinking, stretching out your hand to pinch your arm, without any pain? What happened? Keep moving forward with these questions. Just when he was thirsty, there seemed to be a pool of clear pool of water in the depression in front.

Walking over step by step, looking at the tempting pool of water hungrily. Song was exhausted, so he hurriedly ran forward a few steps and knelt down! He stretched out his hand and wanted to scoop the water...

"Stop the child." A loud shout suddenly came from behind him, scaring him to his hands, he quickly retracted, and looked back in panic. There was no idea when a man with a charred face appeared behind him, looking like a shabby, like a homeless man.

In this desolate space, this black-faced man was the first man Song saw and could communicate with words. Of course he was surprised and surprised.

"Who are you?" Song asked weakly.

"Don't ask me who I am, don't touch that water casually."

"Why? Why can't you touch it?"

"I said I can't touch it, but I can't touch it. Once I touch it, you will be completely finished."

The thirsty, greedy eyes looked at the clear pond water, and the potential impulse was really trying to bend down and scoop up the water to drink. He couldn't and wanted to accept this person's suggestion.

This stranger is nothing but Zhong Kui who has left his body. He came here like a flash of lightning, just to stop Song from his blind actions.

"You will regret it." Zhong Kui shouted. Then he approached him and grabbed Song's hand. "If you touch the water, it will disappear. Look here..." As he spoke, he was right between them, and around them... suddenly there were many, vague and erratic figures.

These figures are not human beings, but lonely souls who die in a foreign land. Don’t think that after a person dies, Black and White Impermanence will come out to guide you or lock you to the underworld. It depends on your own fortune. If you die at home, burn incense and pray with the help of your relatives, set off firecrackers and other procedures, then you will be favored by Black and White Impermanence. They will appear as soon as possible to take you away, check the merits and then determine the days of your reincarnation.

To take a step back, if you are a lonely and helpless ghost who dies in a foreign land, you will not be so lucky to receive guidance from the black and white impermanence. Instead, you will become a lonely ghost, without a trap, floating around, and you don’t know when and when will you find a substitute and get the opportunity to reincarnate.

This clear pool of pond water is a tribute to these lonely ghosts to cut off their thoughts. Once they touch the pool water, the ghosts will find that their faces have rotted and their hands have also begun to rot. In the moment when they are completely lost, their souls then disappear into the space and become a ghost without thought power and consciousness.

Song, stopped his actions and looked at the figures drifting beside him in surprise... These figures were like him before. When they saw this pool of water, they couldn't wait to run forward and drink...

Watching them scoop up water and drink wildly, Song licked his cracked lips, but did not go. Then he saw the most terrifying scene, and then he was so scared that he retreated quickly and approached Zhong Kui and did not dare to drink water anymore.

After scooping water and drinking wildly, the countless figures suddenly burst out with impetigo-like blisters on their faces, and then the viscous liquid was ulcerated and they felt pain and fear. They watched their hands slowly ulcerate, and screamed loudly in their mouths.

Human nature is so fragile and vulnerable. Heart-wrenching screams deeply penetrated into the pine heart.

Zhong Kui told him that all this comes from retribution he received from his stubbornness. As long as he reforms in the future, goes through this disaster, and respects his parents well, it will be fine.

He believed Zhong Kui's words and got into the bag he carried with him. He wanted to find his body and force out the evil ghost that occupied his body.

In Song's memory, Zhong Kui effortlessly found this private clinic.

It seems that some ceremony is being held here, with several men and women standing on both sides, and there is a pine sitting in a wheelchair! It is not pine, but the evil Maoshan master.

His condescending eyes proudly accepted the attention of the crowd. His eyes were full of obsession, reverence, desire, greed, and desire, watching the master in the wheelchair go to his high throne.

In a flash, a sword light shot out of thin air, puffed deep into the head of this arrogant and domineering Maoshan master. The sword light was Zhong Kuina's embroidery needle thinner than his hair. The embroidery needle pierced into the man's head, locking his soul and not leaking out.

He exchanged his own way for his body, and pierced an embroidery needle into the master's head. These believers didn't know that, and kept worshiping him!

Zhong Kui appeared and appeared on the throne belonging to Master Maoshan. He looked at his soul that had been sealed in his body with sharp eyes with contempt.

Those disciples who were obsessed with this master looked at the master who was sleeping soundly again in surprise, but they did not dare to speak.

These people couldn't see Zhong Kui, but one of the big men saw it. He looked around in a hurry and wanted to ask who was standing in the master's position. Unfortunately, no one saw Zhong Kui, and he didn't know when he came in and when he appeared in that position.

The man asked in a rough and loud voice: "Who are you?" In an instant, he hurriedly covered his mouth, as if he was afraid of his voice, which woke up the sleeping master.

Zhong Kui sneered, "Since you can see me, you should be in trouble." As he said that, he invisible, rushed to Master Maoshan with one rush, pinched his soul that had just emerged, and threw the soul of pine on his body.

Master Maoshan said that it was not good either. When Zhong Kui reached out to catch it, he swung his hand and quickly changed his body and left the place.

Zhong Kui chased after him urgently.

The pine in the wheelchair woke up. The men and women watching rushed forward, held the armrest of the wheelchair devoutly, and pushed him forward step by step.

"I'm not...I'm Song!" Song suddenly screamed, scaring them on the spot.

After a moment of stalemate, Song told the story of the causes and consequences. The men and women looked at each other in a row. In their impression, there was a person named Zhong Kui, who was said to be the underworld ghost king. According to this child's words, if the ghost king comes forward, then Master Maoshan's life-extending plan is likely to die.

At present, these devout disciples, apart from sighing, were still afraid of the Zhong Kui mentioned by Song, who dared to fight against the Ghost King without fear? No! Will the opposition end up? For a moment, the scene was like birds flying and birds scattered, running all at once, leaving the big man and Song behind the scene.

The big man stared at Song with a fierce look, his eyes filled with murderous aura.
Chapter completed!