Who said that people can be reincarnated after death?
Nuanxi, the little ghost official in the third hall, grabbed his handkerchief and bit it off with his silver teeth.
There are ten Yama Halls, five Ghost Emperor's Mansions, even if they are sent to Sanchuan Naihe to patrol the city for guidance, why are they chosen to be in the Third Hall where the palace master is extremely poisonous and difficult to serve?
She just went to work a part-time job to earn some money for herself. How could she draw ghosts, Buddha's hand pens, etc., All of them kept coming to her door.
The gentleman of Veda is as light as mist, young master, who are you?
The durian flowers on the street are dyed blue, young man, where did you come from?
These days, it's really hard to be a little ghost official in peace and contentment, so she can only resort to tricks and slowly cross the netherworld.
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A pool of silver fire, eight feet of plain silk, is painted as three rivers.
Shui Lingxuan is lined with towering inkstones, which are researched into a lamp of mysterious ink.
Most of the people recorded in those books and scrolls were talented people and beautiful women, but here, there were only ghosts, fairies and demons.
Gratitude, love and hate are lingering among all things, confused by the changes of thousands of calamities. Whether they are human or not, they just changed the world and staged this dream of separation and separation.
"I originally thought that I would have no thoughts in this life, and my karma would be all over the place. But I failed to calculate that life and death are impermanent, and people's hearts are subject to change." He rolled up his sleeves while writing, as graceful as a giant.
"I waited quietly over the years, thinking that after all my efforts, I would have peace in this mortal world. Who would have thought, it would be better not to think about it, than not to think about it." He lowered his eyelashes slightly and sat quietly.
"You can't see that happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy in the world all start from love and hate. So what if you see through it? Once you fall in love, you just accept it." His red lips were slightly parted, and he stood alone in the world.
Mo Lin, Ji Ran, what I want to say is such a story.
——Wedge
Hello everyone, my name is Ye Yu Mo Liang, you can also call me Master Qian~
In fact, it is impossible not to be confused when I return to Jinjiang after four years, but I always want to write such a story. It may not have such a gorgeous writing style or such a grand layout, but it can subtly affect people's hearts. After watching the plot and watching the ending, you will still have a faint sense of nostalgia and even empathy.
Because I am a student, I am also a Death Star person who cannot write by hand + a patient with obsessive-compulsive disorder, so my coding will be slower.
"Mo Lin" has initially decided to update every week and will deliver it on Saturday~
Finally, thank you for the carefully crafted cover o(∩_∩)o
It's Jiang Zi, I love you so much~