Museum of Demons

When, when, when—

A crisp and steady knock on the door fell, and the ghost wearing dark red clothes was carrying the red sedan chair, standing silently at the entrance of the attic, and a low, bowed old woman's voice pierced miserably:

"Madam, good time is coming, please get on the sedan chair."

There was no response inside the door.

This old woman-like demon was not surprised. She knocked on the door and shouted a few more times. Seeing that the goddess inside the door still did not respond, two extremely tall, sturdy, blue-faced and fangs ghosts came forward, wearing objects that restrained the air, and planned to Forcibly invited the goddess out.

But before he did it, just listening to a squeak, the wooden door of the pavilion opened on its own initiative.

The group of ghosts looked surprised.

The goddess in the red wedding gown was already standing in front of the door, and even took the initiative to cover her head.

Fold your hands on your abdomen.

Just said nothing.

This scene was unexpected, and after the old lady demon was astonished, she just thought that the stubborn goddess who had been stubborn for more than a hundred years was finally thinking about it. It saved a lot of trouble, and she bowed her waist and smiled. :

"Madam is actually ready, so please get on the sedan chair."

"You guys who don't wink, let's get out of here!"

Numerous monsters scattered all together, but they also appeared to be surrounded.

The sedan chair leaned down slightly, and a demon opened the door curtain of the sedan chair. When the goddess sat on the sedan chair silently, then the curtain was lowered, and then the eighteen demon ghosts raised the sedan chair with all their strength. The tragic suona sounded again, and the old woman's demon with a rare smile on her face, she shouted sharply:

"Madam gets on the sedan chair!"

"Go down the mountain and return to the house!"

A crowd of demons surrounded the dark red sedan chair, and headed toward the ghost mansion down the mountain.

Along the road, there have been many demons leaning on both sides of the road. When the sedan was passing by, they kept bowing and bending over, saying some beautiful words of congratulation, and looking at the red sedan, hoping to see By that day, Jurchen Rong ended with regret.

………

The news of the Heavenly Maiden coming down from the mountain quickly reached the ears of the ghost king.

The man stood up instantly, his eyes filled with surprise and ecstasy:

"What?! Goddess is willing to come down?!"

"You didn't lie to me?!"

"Little dare not!"

The demon knelt and kowtowed, telling the story of the woman who finally went out that day. She was already wearing a wedding dress, and she was carried down the mountain in the red sedan chair. Finally, she said that that day, the woman is now in the ghost domain mansion built by the ghost king for the wedding among.

Many ghosts have seen this matter, and it really can't be true.

The ghost king paced back and forth, his face almost overwhelmed with joy. The man in the black robe next to him was surprised and said, "Odd, weird, that goddess has been on guard for a hundred years, how could she give up on her own initiative at this time? Presumably, it will take a few hours for her mana to be exhausted."

"I'm afraid there will be changes, maybe the goddess is going to shoot you last."

The ghost king shook his head indifferently and said, "It's okay."

"She doesn’t have a feather robe, she has no Taoism, she can protect her body with fresh air, but if she can’t hurt me, she can hurt me. If she can let her breathe out a little and know my true heart, then I’m willing. What's more, according to calculations, her remaining cultivation base can't even break my defense."

The voice paused slightly, and then, as if remembering something, he murmured:

"Yes, she should be trying to save those living."

"She was kind at first."

"If she is willing to follow me, those strangers, how about letting them die for the time being?"

Turning his head to the demon ghost who bowed his head and said: "Go ahead, press down those strangers first, this time this king's feast, you are not allowed to touch the flesh and blood of those strangers for three days."

The demon heard the meaning of this sentence, it was three days later, the wedding was over, and the meat feast would be held again.

At that time, the wood was done.

Nothing is impossible.

The demon kowtowed yes, and backed out.

The King of Ghosts took a deep breath. Although he was a demon, he felt agitated in his heart and murmured:

"at last…"

…………

The wedding banquet is ahead of schedule today.

The goddess stopped resisting, making the ghost king unhappy, and immediately ordered a group of demons and ghosts to open a banquet, but failed to press the strangers up and have a fresh and delicious meal, which made the demons a little regretful, but Another evil spirit who knew about the ghost king's plan spread out, knowing that three days later, there will be another banquet, so all the ghosts were overjoyed.

Drinking and eating meat, cheers and prayers are endless, full of enthusiasm.

The king of ghosts offered a cup of wine to the demons and ghosts, and immediately let the ghosts free themselves. Today’s wine and food must be enjoyed to make the scene of this group of demons dance more enthusiastically, and then turned to the humanity: "Today I can do what I want. I dare not forget the kindness of the Taoist master and the promise."

"Today's banquet, also invite Dao Chang to have fun."

The Taoist in black nodded, carelessly saying:

"The spring night is worth a thousand dollars, and the Taoist friends are right there."

So the ghost king drove a black wind and returned to the ghost mansion he built. It looked vaguely like the former residence, but it was more luxurious than the residence before his death. He stepped forward and waved his sleeves to let the many in the mansion. The demons dispersed and left, watching from a distance the main house was lit up, and the silhouette of the goddess wearing a hijab fell on the window.

With just a glass of wine, the ghost king feels that he is going to be drunk.

There is already a warm feeling of wine.

He stretched out his hand to unfasten the knot on the collar and moved forward step by step.

There are verses in the world, and the feelings of the hometown are even more timid, and they dare not ask anyone.

He also feels this way.

Pushing the door open, I saw that beside the red candle, the goddess was sitting quietly wearing a red wedding gown with a hijab.

Look at the flowers under the moon, and wait for the beauties.

The ghost king swallowed.

I don't know how many times what he thought in his dreams, what he thought in his dreams, is about to come true today, and he even felt ecstatic whether it was also a dream. Every step closer, the memory of the past became clearer.

When I first met when I was young, I was shocked to be a god.

Then came the silk satin, food and wine, she dismissed it.

Even he did not hesitate to use sorcery to seal her feather robe into the ground.

Everything in the past is vivid, but it seems like a dream.

The ghost king sat in front of the goddess and said softly: "Finally...you are mine at last."

He picked up the wine on the table, poured two glasses, and said with a smile:

"I wanted to do this a long, long time ago. Don't worry, this is mortal wine. It is the best-selling wine in the city’s wine shops in the past. I spent a hundred years slowly groping and reappearing. Yes, I have to have these two, come and try."

He poured two and passed one.

The goddess seemed to hesitate, she still stretched out her white palm, held a glass, and lowered her head to drink.

The ghost king drank the wine in one cup, as if drunk.

Taking advantage of the moment when the goddess bowed her head and was drinking, she picked up the golden rod and lifted the red hijab.

At this moment, it seems that time has slowed down.

It was his deep passion when he was young. It was the deep roots of his demon when he grew up. It was his gods and Buddhas and his demons. But now it's over. There is no jealousy in his heart, and only Wen Ping is left. With the water-like affection, the red hijab fell, and the ghost king looked drunkly, then the look on his face became stiff and stagnant.

It was a young man with sharp eyebrows and a smiling mouth.

The red wedding gown shattered like foam.

The young man picked up his drink and drank with his neck back. The ghost king's centuries of hard work was drunk.

"Good wine!"

He laughed freely.

The voice hasn't fallen yet, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, the Qing Feng whistling in the palm of his hand, has already been smashed!

"I should pay the courtesy!"

…………

boom! !

The roar of the large excavator engine never stopped.

Zhang Hao stared at the dark circles under his eyes, bloodshot in his eyes.

In two full days, an entire engineering team was urgently transferred from the city and rushed to this ferry. Then three shifts fell to the ground and started frantically. The Luojiang river at this place was diverted, only to dig the last floor. , Can make Luo Shui turn around, and make that anti-gongsha completely disappear!

Zhang Hao held the drawing and waved his hand:

"It's too slow to dig, take the excavator down!"

"Get on explosives!"

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