The roadside of Huangquan is full of bloody red flowers. They don't need to be lined with green leaves. They are clusters and clusters, like fire burning through the clouds. Their shapes are weird, and their absence explains the meaning of life in this underworld.
The girl moved to the side and kicked one of the flowers with her foot. The manzhushahua instantly turned into red powder and disappeared. The girl complained: "The flowers in the underworld bloom differently from those in the earth. They are blood red and the petals are so strange. They are so ugly!"
I couldn't help laughing: "A girl is used to seeing flowers in the world of the world, so she can't look down on the flowers in the underworld. Just like she is used to seeing people in the world of the world, she can't look down on me, a ghost in the underworld."
The girl twisted her belt and laughed: "People in the world of the world all look like ghosts, but the ghosts in the underworld look a bit like humans..."
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