"There is a soul in the southeast of the human world. I have to go to get it. You come with me." Bai Wuchang was dressed in white clothes with a collar, and beautiful dark patterns were looming on the white clothes. He came over with black boots. Bai Wuchang was obviously working in the underworld, but he was such a gentle and gentle person, and even smiled like a spring breeze.
Bai Wuchang also called Yulin. It is said that he was originally a black dragon, and now he is the left guardian of the king of hell in the underworld. Bai Yu looked at Bai Wuchang's white clothes and asked, why does this dragon deign to be the guardian and do such trivial things every day?
"Bai Yu, will you be able to transcend?"
Bai Yu was silent for a moment, she only knew how to kill people.
Yulin controlled the soul condensing lamp, dragging it with his palm. The light of the soul-condensing lamp slowly spread from the center, and he hummed softly, piously and compassionately.
How can people in hell be described as compassionate?
The souls on the corpses slowly emitted a shimmering light. Some of those who regained consciousness knelt down with their fingers together, some performed the courtesy of a monarch and a minister, some responded with grateful smiles, and some had numb expressions. They became smaller and smaller, slowly turning into fingertip-sized shimmers and pouring into the soul-condensing lamp.
"This is the first time I know that people in hell can also be saved." Bai Yu looked at this scene and said, "It's really surprising."
Purpose: Romantic people want to write romantic stories, sad stories want to write about you and me in this world, I don't have any intention, I just want to express the current situation.