Bone

Chapter 53

Even if her heart is shaken and she intends to undo the restriction, it doesn't mean that the two of them can disobey her will and act rashly!Gong Buhuang stared at those three people with hatred, the anger in his heart was still burning hot, but he didn't make another move, he just said coldly: "Could it be that the two of you have forgotten the oath you made? If it hurts Qingyuan—"

...It's just a restriction, how come it hurts Qingyuan?Qin Nianjiu held his throat, seeing that she didn't make any more gestures to hit her, he was somewhat relieved, and he took the blame for acting rashly, "We shouldn't have acted without the consent of the palace lady. It is indeed our mistake. It's just—— "

With a dull pain in his throat, he paused for a moment, "It's true that people's hearts are unpredictable, and there are many selfish desires. All disasters in the world are often caused by desires, but it is also because of this... People are people. Miss Gong also said, yes If we want all the souls of the dead to live like ordinary people in Qingyuan, then we can't teach them to cut off the seven emotions, have neither sorrow nor joy, and seem 'human' but not 'human'—but this is the truth?"

"..."

I don't know why, every time I listen to this ghost speak, I always seem to be captured by an invisible force, which touches her heart... Gong Buwangxiu frowned, and her red lips were slightly parted, but she couldn't refute anything. Neng stared at him unhappily, and argued rather palely: "You are just a ghost, what do you know..."

The gaze projected from her eyes was so cold that it almost became real, and there seemed to be a bit of sadness in it that she didn't even realize. Qin Nianjiu's Adam's apple rolled, and the bottom of his heart also seemed to be slapped hard for some reason. Can't help but startled slightly.

Could it be that she is always obsessed with this... Is the word "love" related to her death?

Qin Nianjiu didn't speak for a while, but Tan Fengyue, who had always been lazy, said lightly: "Know what, so what if you don't know?"

Gong Buwang is the lord of the city, and they are outsiders. It is difficult to clarify who is right and who is wrong in this matter, and who is more reasonable, so there is no use in arguing any longer.Seeing the bruises on the neck of Yin Hun beside him made his eyes glaring, his complexion darkened, and his voice was colder than his eyes: "Anyway, the restriction has been lifted, and the matter is a foregone conclusion. If the city lord thinks it is inappropriate, after we leave, he will take the trouble to reset it. That is, this Qingyuan is still the words of the city lord—”

Before he finished speaking, he tilted his head slightly without changing his face, narrowly dodging a cold nail transformed by spiritual power and flying through the wind.

The cold nails brushed against the side of his face, cutting off several fine strands of hair that rose up.

Unable to tell whether the rekindled anger in his heart was due to the thorns in his words, or because his words contained the implication that they would soon be gone forever, Gongbu stared at him desperately, clenched his five fingers so hard that they almost Squeezing the cigarette stick in his hand, the words pierced out of his red lips like arrows: "It's not your turn to speak yet."

When this man didn't speak, she felt bored seeing him, and when she heard him speak again, she hated her even more...

Nao couldn't understand why Xianjun had a gun and a stick in his mouth as soon as he opened his mouth. Sanjiu, who was the best at observing words and expressions, saw Gong Buwang's originally slightly relaxed face bursting out full of hatred again, and hurriedly tugged on Tan Fengyue's sleeve, He squeezed himself forward: "No, no—oh, the city lord!"

Tong Yan is always unscrupulous, but he can always hit the point, just listen to him: "The city lord also said just now, I made an oath when I entered the city, if it harms Qingyuan, then But it's not good to die, not to be human! And you see, they are still doing well now! Doesn't it mean that this move will not harm Qingyuan!"

Gong Buwang couldn't help being startled.

Sanjiu said again: "Let's talk about you all day—uh..."

Although he has been banned from Qiqing in recent days, his memory is still there. He still remembers that the arrogant and domineering city lord in red hugged him and told him a few stories. Turned a corner, and then changed to a more euphemistic way of saying, "Besides, you stay with some wooden ghosts all day long, and you don't even have anyone who can talk or tell stories. Don't you think it's boring?" ?"

As he spoke, he carefully observed the subtle expression changes between her brows and eyes, rolled her round eyes, and let out a long cry, "No wonder you took the initiative to come to drink with me, Xianjun Guijun last night--did you tell me?" The ghosts in the city are bored, and I want to come to play with them because I see my Xianjun ghost talking interestingly?"

As long as Sanjiu opened his mouth, it was always someone else who said one sentence, he could answer ten sentences, and even talking about romance could still cure him, even Qin Nianjiu couldn't do anything about him, let alone Gongbuwang.

I did have some thoughts like this, Gong Buwang couldn't refute his words, but also felt that it would be disrespectful to argue with a child, so he could only stare at him a little angrily, "...you!"

"I, what, me!" With Xianjun Guijun standing in front of him, Sanjiu was naturally not afraid, and the fox pretended to be a tiger and stared back, "Am I wrong? What's wrong with breaking this restriction? It won't happen in the future." More people can chat with you and make you happy?"

One was from a hangover, and the other was from rage. His already chaotic thoughts were easily distracted by him. Gong Buwang's brain was about to burst, so he could only use his hands to cover his forehead, staring blankly at this Kid, it took me a long time to find something to refute him, "That can't be done without my consent—"

Hearing her words, Sanjiu put his hands on his waist, and said confidently: "Then, didn't I, Guijun, apologize?"

Gong Buwang's head hurt even more, "..."

The tense situation just now was suddenly turned into children's playfulness. The three adults present were speechless, and Ren Feng was silent for a while.

Among the scattered mountain streams, the flowing water gurgled, and the nearby trees were innocently affected by the fight just now, and fell sideways, and the fallen leaves shattered all over the ground.The three of them and one little ghost stood in the middle of the broken green and yellow leaves on the ground, pursing their lips and looking at each other silently.

Suddenly, Gong Buwang snorted coldly, breaking the short moment of stalemate, still relying on her insistence that she couldn't even figure out where the trouble came from: "...people's hearts are different, and love is the root of disaster. "

In fact, what the surname talked about was right, if she really wanted to ban Qiqing, she could refill the curse mark at any time, but she looked at the two people and the boy in front of her, this scene seemed to poke her heart indistinctly. An unknown corner taught her to turn her mind slightly, so she just paused and continued coldly: "Perhaps the retribution will not be on the two of you right now, but if Qingyuan gets into trouble because of it in the future, I will definitely kill you two." -"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard noisy voices coming from far and near, "—it seems to be over there!"

"Why did the tree fall—"

"—here here!"

……

The three of them and one ghost followed the prestige and found that the dead souls in the city came looking for them in groups.

Prohibition and prohibition are just "prohibited", not eliminated.

All the souls of the dead in the city were doing the work at hand as usual, and suddenly felt something like a shackle on their chest was broken, and they couldn't help being stunned——

As soon as Fang stepped into Qingyuan City Gate, he was branded under the restriction. For many years, they had no Qiqing, but they had memories. Although they knew that Qiqing was sealed by the city lord, they could not react to it. Right now, there seems to be a lot of emotions in the unconscious consciousness, but for a while, it feels so strange that it is difficult to distinguish.So much so that when they vaguely reacted, it seemed that they were suddenly released from the restrictions, and the first thought that popped up in their minds was:

Could it be that something happened to the city lord? !

Before they sorted out the chaotic emotions that were lost and found in their hearts, it seemed that they were about to confirm their guesses, one after another, there were strange noises coming from the back mountain, and all the dead souls couldn't help but look at each other. Turned around, and hurriedly gathered towards the back mountain——

The group of ghosts came in a mighty manner, Gong Buwang looked at them, and somehow panicked in his heart.

There are many dead souls, and the one who leads the front is naturally the most daring one. Before he can get close, he sees a field of fallen trees, fallen leaves, fallen mountains and rocks. The three of them confronted each other, and they stepped forward without even thinking about it, and stood on Gong Buwang's side consciously, staring at the slightly embarrassed and scarred three people with extreme vigilance: "This What's going on?"

Suppressing his voice, the rest of the dead souls followed closely behind. They took this situation as the three of them intending to harm Gong Buwang, so they rushed forward involuntarily, and surrounded Gong Buwang like layers of human walls. The guards were in the middle, and they shouted in their mouths: "What are you doing?!"

"what happened!"

……

Gong Buwang was guarded by many souls of the dead, all the panic in his heart turned into astonishment, and at the same time, with a bit of inexplicable guilt, he looked at them left and right in amazement, "You..."

They are all dead souls, most of them are incomplete, missing arms or legs, missing eyes or rotten mouths. She has been with them day and night for nearly sixty years, and she is used to seeing them, but she has never seen them. Seeing such vivid expressions on their faces before, she felt a little bit at a loss.

Seeing the hostility in the eyes of all the dead souls, Qin Nianjiu was inevitably at a loss for words. Before he could explain, Tan Fengyue took the conversation away: "It just so happened."

His voice is always so calm, as if he is sarcasm: "Now that you have returned the seven emotions, it is up to you to say, is it good or bad to have these seven emotions?"

The angry souls in the original capital were a little stunned when they heard the words, and Gong Buwang's heart skipped a beat, but he heard the soul in the lead speak loudly after a short silence: "Whether it is good or not, the city owner has his own considerations. It's all Qingyuan's own business, so what have you got to do with it! What are the three of you doing to the city lord and what are you trying to do?!"

Tan Fengyue raised her eyebrows unconsciously.

Hearing the question from the leading undead, the rest of the undead immediately became vigilant—although the three of them could tell from their conversation with the city lord that their identities were unusual when they entered the city, but seeing that they didn't answer for a while, they immediately Still courageously approaching them a few steps forward, more than a thousand eyes pressed on them, glaring at them.

One of the younger ones just met Sanjiu's eyes, saw that he seemed to be about the same age as himself, immediately raised his voice and questioned him: "You three bully our city master, what kind of heroes are you!"

"Speak with evidence, which eye of yours saw us bullying your city lord?" How could Sanjiu lose to others in words, and stuck out his tongue at the brat, "Besides, how many of you surrounded the three of us? What kind of guy?"

There were indeed many people on my side, and the little devil stomped his feet angrily, "You!"

Seeing that the situation was about to be distorted into children bickering again in a blink of an eye, Qin Nianjiu hurriedly covered Sanjiu's mouth and stood up to smooth things over, "...No, no, we were just competing with Miss Gong, but we didn't notice it for a while. , broke the prohibition on the formation, and then made the commotion a little louder, disturbing everyone—"

While talking, he turned his eyes to Gong Buwang who was hidden behind the group of ghosts, "Cough... right? Miss Gong."

Hearing his explanation, all the dead souls still kept their vigilance and stared at him with distrust, and several of them turned their heads to look at Gong Buwang, "City Lord, is that really the case?"

Gong Buwang was still a little bit at a loss, held back for a long time before uttering forcefully, "...It's a competition."

After listening to her answer for a long time, her voice was also blunt. A female ghost with a milder temperament showed a bit of worry on her face, and said softly to her: "Don't be afraid, the city lord, is it really just a competition? ... Or are they bullying?" Offend you, want to kill us Qingyuan?"

The city lord has always treated them very well, personally protecting them and teaching them techniques, so that they can live in this paradise-like Qingyuan city like ordinary people—although they are not allowed to have seven emotions, but they are also like her. Said, isn't this to keep the city safe?If she is in trouble, they will definitely protect her!

One opened her mouth, and then several different voices echoed in, all of them persuading her not to be afraid, not to worry, not to be threatened by them, etc.——

Looking at this scene, Qin Nianjiu felt a little dazed.The last time I saw this scene of people surrounded by a woman, talking in various voices, it was still in the phantom formation, watching Xibei villagers force Luo Qingyu to use her eyes as medicine... But now it is A group of dead souls are comforting Gong Buwang in warm voices, for fear that she will bear the slightest grievance.

It's really... It's hard to tell what he feels in his heart.

"..." Gong Buwang was surrounded by the souls of the dead. Hearing their voices of concern for him, he was suddenly stunned. They cut off their mixed voice: "——Enough."

As if she had finally calmed down, she lightly pursed her lips, turned around and met the eyes of the dead souls, and said loudly: "What happened today was just a misunderstanding. The two of them didn't notice during the competition, and they broke the restriction. It was an unintentional mistake, and it was my fault when I got angry for a moment and accidentally hit back with a heavy hand... The two mistakes are balanced, so don't bring it up again in the future."

When the city lord spoke, all the souls of the dead opened their mouths unconsciously, and finally silenced their voices in doubt.

He did not mention that these three people would be expelled from Qingyuan, nor did he mention that the restriction would be reset, Gong Buwang just hummed softly, habitually used a cold voice, and said to the dead souls: "Now that I know , Then what are you all doing here, you don’t need to do the work? Get back to your place quickly!”

The voice fell, and before the dead souls could reply, she suddenly remembered that they now had Qiqing, and they should have felt it, so she couldn't help but paused a bit jerky, slowed down her voice stiffly, and spoke again He said it again, "...the work is not finished yet, let's leave soon."

After getting along for nearly 60 years, the soul of the dead has become accustomed to her cold voice. No one is used to hearing her speak in such a gentle tone. They just feel that it is abnormal, and the expression on the face that is already dubious is tainted with worry. I had no choice but to listen to the order, so I had to walk back slowly while looking at the three people a few more times.

...Look, once you have Qiqing, you will be disobedient.Gong Buwang sighed inwardly, and didn't know what to do, so he could only rub his forehead with a headache, which made all the dead souls slow down even more.

But Sanjiu shouted again and opened his mouth.

He has always been careful, and he has already taken into account the subtle changes in the expressions on the faces of the dead souls, and said with a smirk at the palace: "They are worried about keeping you with us three 'threats', you Just go back with them!"

He yelled loudly, all the dead souls paused, and looked at Gong Buwang in unison, their eyes were indeed full of worry, Gong Buwang couldn't help being speechless for a moment, "..."

I heard Sanjiu yelling again: "Don't worry, don't worry, we don't care to play with your Laoshizi'guidao'—" He was forced to work as a child laborer in the workshop for a few days, and he almost vomited when he thought of the colored glaze and the blueprint He didn't want to go back with them, so he tugged at Qin Nianjiu's sleeve and gave a reason, "We have to hurry up and go back to Qinyuan!"

The matter of the ban is over, and it's time to go back to Qinyuan and give the Luo family an explanation.Qin Nianjiu nodded, he was used to following this ghost when talking about Fengyue, so he also nodded slightly.

Seeing that the immortals and ghosts had no objection, Sanjiu raised her face triumphantly and grinned happily.

"..." Gong Buwang looked at the three people with an inexplicable expression, stood there for a while, and finally turned around and walked towards the group of ghosts who were waiting for her, coughed uncomfortably, and said to them: " What are you doing, let's go."

Immediately there were dead souls floating ahead, leading the way.

……

Seeing the dark ghost walking away with the smear of red in his arms, Qin Nianjiu finally felt relieved and heaved a long sigh of relief, "This tossing... is finally over!— —”

After stretching his muscles and bones a bit, he lazily sat down on the fallen tree trunk next to him, and poked Sanjiu with the handle of his umbrella, "Tsk, if it wasn't for you brat..."

"I know Ghost Lord treats me well!" After recovering Qiqing, she also retreated from the unpredictable red-clothed city lord, Sanjiu grinned, and threw herself into his arms, not forgetting to look back at Yulu Jun Zhan boasted about the romantic relationship, "Ghost Lord treats me well—the Immortal Lord treats both me and Ghost Lord well!"

...this brat.Tan Fengyue slowly shook the silver fan, watching him nestle comfortably in Qin Nianjiu's arms, babbling non-stop, "I don't want to stay in this ghost town for a moment, go to work when it's time! Listen, this is Ghosts?! I wish I could die again! Hey, let's..."

Before he could ask "Where is the next place?", in the distance, the red shadow embraced by the dead paused slightly, and the cool voice was sent back by the cool breeze:

"You three, don't forget that since you are the citizens of my Qingyuan city, no matter where you go out of the city or how long you go, you will always come back to my Qingyuan—"