From then on, the two of them would be hunted by Yin people wherever they went.
Among them, led by the Yin People Alliance, they besieged and strangled the two Yin Gods many times, but each time they were defeated miserably. Although they were more numerous, they were after all two Yin Gods from the underworld. Not only did they possess peerless Yin skills, , and also protected by heaven, how could he be hunted by these Yin people in the mortal world.
It went on like this for many years, until one day...
That day they witnessed a plague with their own eyes, which claimed the lives of many people. The ghosts of those people were floating in the air, and many of them did not even know that they were dead.
One of them played a sinister role, the other stabbed their souls. In the end, they stabbed all these ghosts into the country and the country.
After finishing their work, it was already dark, and they sat on a stone in the moonlight.
Fan Wujiu said: "Bi'an, is our mission deadline coming soon?"
Qingying said: "It's only been 80 years, there are still 20 years left."
Fan Wujiu sighed: "Time flies so fast. I really hope that the mission period can be extended so that we can spend more time in the world. It's a pity that the Lord of Hell only gave us 100 years."
Qingying said: "What's so good about this world? There are intrigues and intrigues everywhere, and people who do anything for the sake of profit. Look at those Yin people. They should be catching monsters and exorcising them as their mission, saving the world and accumulating merit, but they don't. They have been staring at us two Yin gods all day long, wishing to hunt us down and eat us, so that our flesh would take away our Yin magic."
"Even so, I still want to stay in the human world, because this way, I can be with you all day long."
Fan Wujiu turned to look at Qingying. The moment their eyes met, their eyes flashed.
"Bian, we have been working in the underworld for many years. You are Xie Bian, and I am Fan Wujiu. One is Hei Wuchang, and the other is Bai Wuchang. They were also sent to the eighteenth level of hell for making mistakes, and now they are sent to this place by the King of Hell. In this world, one is a soul-piercing master, and the other is a yin opera master."
"This is the fate between us."
"Now it's time for this fate to blossom and bear fruit."
Qingying suddenly reached out and blocked Fan Wujiu's mouth.
"No, we must not violate the taboo, otherwise we will never be able to turn over."
"Are you scared?" Fan Wujiu took off her hand and looked at her with burning eyes.
"Alas." Qingying sighed and said leisurely: "Asking what love is in this world, it just means making love between life and death."
She stood up, danced her long sleeves, and sang the song The Peony Pavilion.
When the last word fell, she turned around and almost fell down. Fan Wujiu, with his quick eyesight and quick hands, grabbed her.
The two looked at each other again.
Qingying slowly fell into Fan Wujiu's arms.
The two hugged each other tightly.
When the picture came to this point, I was stunned.
Hasn't Qingying always been in love with my grandfather? Why are you with Fan Wujiu again?
Suddenly, a thunder exploded in the sky and struck straight down like a sword.
The thunder was mixed with a man's roar: "You Xie Bian, Fan Wujiu, how dare you violate the taboo of love, you should be punished by heaven. From now on, you will be expelled from the underworld and will never be able to return to the underworld."
I heard that it seemed to be the voice of the fat black man, but the voice quickly disappeared.
But the thunder struck down one after another.
The last blast of thunder actually hit the two of them directly.
The two of them screamed at the same time, and the screen disappeared.
What I saw was heart-stopping.
But then another picture flashed into my mind, which was completely out of my control. It was as if I was forced to look at these pictures.
In this scene, Fan Wujiu and Qingying are no longer as energetic as before. They are in a very embarrassed state. They have lost the protection of heaven and the divine light, and have become ordinary people.
But the two of them held hands tightly together and looked at each other firmly.
Fortunately, the two great yin arts of stabbing souls and yin opera are still there, and they still walk around the world, catching monsters and exorcising evil spirits everywhere.
But without the protection of heaven, how long can they go?
Another picture flashed by, and the two of them were finally blocked in a forest by the Yin Alliance, which had been watching for a long time.
The Yin Alliance increased its manpower and set up a dragnet to hunt down the two of them.
Fan Wujiu held Qingying's hand tightly: "We may die here, Bi'an, are you afraid?"
Qingying shook her head: "Don't be afraid. We came out of the underworld to begin with. We are dead people. If we really want to disappear, then there is nothing to be afraid of with you."
Fan Wujiu held Qingying's hand more tightly, but after a moment he suddenly let go of her.
"How can I be willing to let you die? You go first, I am here."
Qingying immediately understood what he meant.
"If you die, what's the point of my life? I won't leave."
Fan Wujiu knew that talking more was useless.
"Okay, then we'll fight them."
So a big war began.
The two down-and-out Yin gods started a fight with the ruthless Yin people alliance. Although they were down and out, they were once Yin gods after all, and their strength should not be underestimated.
The battle lasted from dawn to dusk, causing sand and rocks to fly in the woods, and the sky and the ground were darkened.
In the end, the Yin Alliance members were beaten away, but Fan Wujiu and Qingying were also injured.
They sat next to a tree, clinging to each other.
Fan Wujiu slowly took out the map of the country, the country, the country, and the country from his arms.
Then he did something.
He raised his hand and tore the picture apart bit by bit, finally dividing it into five parts.
You must know that there are a lot of ghosts stored in this picture.
Therefore, every time a piece is torn open, the wails of ghosts can be heard.
Qingying was shocked: "What are you doing?"
Fan Wujiu said: "Bian, my love for you can be seen from the sun and the moon. It will never disappear at any time. Even if we both disappear one day, our love will never disappear."
"See? This is a testament to our love."
He suddenly gently brushed his hand over the map of the country, the country, the country, and the country that had been torn into five parts, and a miracle happened.
The five torn pieces of paper turned into five bells of different colors.
Black, white, purple, red, yellow.
The five bells were all the same except for the different colors, and they all shone with strange colors.
"This is the last divine power in my body. Use it to turn the map of the country, the country, and the country into five bells. Each bell carries the memory of our love and will never fade away."
"I will put them in different places and in the hands of destined people. As time goes by, our love and memory will become stronger, until one day the five bells will be reunited and our power will be re-energized."
After saying that, he stood up, raised the five bells with one hand, and then threw them hard.
The bell seemed to carry some kind of divine power, and generally went in five directions, and soon disappeared.
Only when I saw this did I understand that this is where the five-color bells came from.
