001 Escape
Ping An vaguely remembered falling from the building, and her head was bleeding on the spot. When she felt that her life was coming to an end, the cold fragrance of white magnolia seemed to float in, and she felt a cold hand tremblingly touch her face. //. 78 No pop-ups, fast updates //
The blood blurred her eyes, and she couldn't see his face clearly. She could only see the familiar white robe.
That was her last look in the world.
Being led by ghost messengers, they walked on the road to hell.
Ping An rubbed his forehead where he no longer knew the pain. He wondered if he had fallen silly. Not only did he not remember how he fell from the building, he couldn't even remember who he was. He only vaguely felt that he seemed to be very unwelcome when he was alive. People who really loved him were There is only mother Yueniang and father, but father...
Oops, it’s too bad. I can’t remember my father’s name or what he does...
After thinking for a long time, I couldn't come up with a solution. Ping An lost his patience and was already dead anyway. No matter how much he remembered, a bowl of Meng Po soup would be washed away just as cleanly after a while, so it would be better to throw it away.
Although it is heartless to think this way, it can only be done like this.
The Huangquan Road was too crowded, and after walking for a long time without moving a few steps, suddenly, a group of bull-headed ghosts with ghost faces drove away the wandering souls on the road.
The Huangquan Road, which was originally crowded, was cut open and no ghosts were allowed to walk.
The Little King of Hell and officials from the underworld, big and small, hurried over and knelt on the ground.
The gate of the ground opened wide in the distance, and in a ball of light, the five-pole war god opened the way. The eight marshals were guarding on both sides, and four unicorns dragged an empty prison car.
It was clearly a prison carriage, but it was covered with thick silk and brocade mats. It was as luxurious and comfortable as the emperor's carriage.
Before this, the ghosts who came were all driven away. The sudden appearance of a prison car was already very eye-catching, not to mention it was such a pomp.
For a while, Huangquan Road was silent.
All the ghosts stopped and looked at each other, wanting to see what great person they were waiting for. Ping An was no exception. He stepped on the instep of the bull's head and glanced forward, ignoring the blackened face of the bull's head.
As a result, after waiting for a full hour, I could only stand with my feet weak, and Ping An lost his patience. He wanted to crawl over on the heads of the ghosts, grab the little King of Hell who was kneeling in front, and ask him, How long do we have to wait? ~
Just as he was thinking about whether he would be beaten to death by the heavenly generals once this time passed, the door of the earth opened wide again, and he saw all the gods kneeling down together and saying in unison: "The last general welcomes the world."
All I heard was a low chuckle, "Why do you have to be so pretentious?"
The little King of Hell's voice was trembling with fear, "I don't know what will happen in this world..."
The man said calmly: "The mortal world is very boring, I want to change places."
The gods looked at him in shock, and the Little King of Hell was even more panicked, and said bitterly: "The two great emperors above are looking forward to redeeming their sins against heaven every day, and returning to the heavenly palace as soon as possible to inherit the great cause. Before the life of Shiyang is over, he secretly goes to the underworld, If the way of reincarnation is messed up again..."
The visitor raised his eyes and looked in the direction of Ping An, and said lazily: "That's all, I won't embarrass you, let's go."
Ping An saw someone slowly stepping into the prison car and sitting down on the brocade mat inside the car. The figure looked very familiar.
The gods let out a long sigh of relief and slowly walked towards the prison car.
As the prison car approached, Ping An could see a man wearing an ebony mask sitting lazily in the car. He was only wearing a moon-white tunic, which could not hide his slender and perfect figure.
The skirt of the clothes is slightly torn, and there are ambiguous blue and red bruises and nail scratches on the neck, which make people think a lot.
As the prison car passed by Ping An, he suddenly took off his mask with his backhand, stretched out his arms, and threw it towards Ping An.
The gods of war wanted to stop, but it was too late.
Ping An held the mask in confusion and looked up.
I saw the wind blowing away his long black hair, revealing an extremely beautiful face. His eyebrows were as dark as the distant mountains, and his eyes were as soft as autumn wind. His ripple-free eyes seemed to have washed away the elegance and elegance between heaven and earth.
The face that was originally pure and elegant had a hint of rebelliousness in the corner of his mouth.
Ping An felt that he was about to suffocate and forgot where he was. He could only stare blankly at those pool-like eyes.
Unexpectedly, his eyes turned and he glanced at her, curled up the corners of his lips and smiled, a smile that captivated all living beings.
With that smile, the flowers on the other side of the road seemed ashamed to bloom in front of him, and immediately withered, and the dark underworld became darker and darker, as if his smile was the only thing left in the world.
When Ping An came back to his senses, the prison car had passed by, leaving a faint scent of white magnolia lingering in his breath.
Ping An's breath was suffocated. Those eyes and the cold fragrance of white magnolia were burned into the bottom of her heart like tarsal bones, slowly overlapping with the blurred memories.
Before she had time to think about it, a bowl of Wangchuan water was forcefully poured into her mouth, causing her to cough violently. The originally fragmented and indistinguishable memories became increasingly blurry and impossible to piece together.
I was cursing the bastard in my heart, but my eyes blurred, and the water bowl was swept away.
The force caused her body to stumble forward, and she fell into a strong embrace. She was held tightly, and the faint fragrance of white magnolia flowers drifted into her nose.
He looked up and saw the charming face in the prison car. He was startled.
He smiled at her, that smile was so intoxicating. He lowered his head, put his cool lips against her ear, and said with a seductive smile: "I don't have an interesting woman on my bed. Come back with me to kill that lonely thing." ." His voice was hoarse and lazy as he had just woken up.
Ping An was shocked, this man was crazy, and stretched out his hand to push him, "I don't want to be a thing on your bed, I don't want to go with you, don't..." Her fate didn't want to be influenced by others.
The playful smile in his eyes became stronger, Ping An shuddered a few times, he curled his lips in a smile, and actually kissed her lips.
Ping An's little face turned pale. He kicked and hit him, even using his mouth. However, he hugged him tighter and pressed his whole body against him.
The little King of Hell turned pale, "Let her go quickly, don't mess up the cycle of reincarnation and continue to do evil."
He turned around and smiled sarcastically, "Is her reincarnation really serious?" He hugged Ping An and jumped to the reincarnation platform, while the people above him screamed in surprise.
On the way down, he suddenly pressed his lips to her ear and said, "We will meet soon."
Ping An was shocked, his vision went dark, and there was a strong smell of wood and paint in his nose. The funeral sound of blowing in his ears suddenly stopped and was replaced by heart-rending screams.
At this moment, there was a "clang" and a violent shock. Ping An screamed in his heart not to be his bed thing. He climbed up and found that he was dressed in mourning clothes and sitting in the coffin. It was not the bed he imagined. There was no such thing as the man who wanted her to do something in bed. All he could see was cruel killings. People in mourning clothes were repeatedly hacked to death by men in black.
The warm liquid splashed on the face, and the scene in front of him was instantly covered with blood. The thick smell of blood hit his nose, and the screams were endless.
Ping An wiped away the blood-red liquid covering his eyes. Regardless of whether he was the murderer or the one who was killed, he didn't recognize anyone. He held the coffin tightly with his hands. He didn't know whether he should climb out of the coffin at this time or lie back and continue to pretend to be dead.
A very beautiful woman stumbled towards the coffin and whispered in surprise, "Ping An, you're not dead?"
Ping An turned his head and saw that it was his mother Yueniang. With her unfulfilled heart, she returned to her chest and pinched her thigh hard. She gritted her teeth in pain and realized that she was really alive. "It seems that she is not dead." "
Rubbing his sore forehead, he still couldn't remember a single thing about the past. He frowned. Could it be that he really had amnesia?
The family members in mourning clothes had already been killed, and the men in black were approaching them. Yueniang's face was pale, and she pulled away and said, "Quickly leave."
Ping An hurriedly climbed out of the coffin and fled into the woods beside him with his mother.
A burst of piano sound came,
After leaving the forest, I found a cliff. Sitting on the edge of the cliff was a man, dressed in clothes that looked like snow, spotless. The hanging corners of his clothes were fluttering in the wind. He looked handsome and elegant.
A green deer ghost mask covered half of his face, and the half of his face exposed outside the mask had a thin lower jaw and impeccable cold thin lips.
The sudden appearance of the mother and daughter did not disturb his elegance. His broad sleeves were half-covered, and his slender fingers with clear joints were gently stroking the strings in front of him.
Even though Ping An was fleeing, he couldn't help but stare blankly at the figure that looked like a distant mountain and quiet water. Until he heard that the pursuers behind him were approaching, he frowned slightly, pulled his mother and fled to the woods on the other side. He took two steps and stopped. He came down, let go of his mother's hand, ran to the piano table, pressed the strings, and made the sound of the piano suddenly stop, and said anxiously: "Sir, please run for your life, a group of murderous people are coming this way. "
Although now is not the time to pity her, it is really unbearable to have such a gorgeous man turned into a bloody corpse in the blink of an eye.
The man raised his head, his lips were slightly raised, forming a beautiful arc, and a meaningful smile appeared in his eyes as thick as night.
The look in his eyes was like that of a scoundrel on the road to hell. Ping An was taken aback and took a step back.
A man in black holding a bloody long knife flashed out of the woods. Yueniang's face changed drastically, and she grabbed Ping An and said, "Quickly leave."
Before they reached the edge of the forest, another group of men in black emerged from the forest and blocked the way.
Neither mother and daughter nor the man in white could escape. Ping An apologetically glanced at the man in white sitting behind the piano table. It seemed that this man who had met by chance was going to be implicated.
The people in black glanced at Ping An, then suddenly knelt down facing the man in white, lowered their heads and shouted: "Master Hou."
Ping An suddenly realized something, looked at the young man behind him in surprise, and his expression changed, "Are these your people?"
The man known as Lord Marquis glanced at Ping'an indifferently, then touched the strings of his piano, which was regarded as acquiescence.
"You...are you Pingyang Marquis?" Yueniang's face suddenly lost color. She pulled Ping'an tightly and backed away step by step. Unconsciously, she retreated to the edge of the cliff. Behind her was a 10,000-foot waterfall, and there was no way out.
Ping An didn't know who Pingyang Hou was, but he felt that the situation at this time was very bad. He stopped in front of his mother, with anger in his eyes. Just now he was feeling uncomfortable that this man would be implicated, but in the end, this person sent someone to The culprit who is chasing them is really irritating and hateful.
"Why do you want to kill us?"
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