Under the flickering candlelight, the emperor's expression was uncertain: "Does the national teacher know the reason why the ghost king was born?"

"I'm ashamed, I haven't figured out the reason for it yet. The star-gazing fate chart should be a secret that cannot be leaked."

The emperor rubbed his saber, and a cold sword light refracted from the blade fell on his solemn face.

"Call, the third prince."

A strange color flashed across the drooping eyes of the national teacher, the hand in the sleeve was clenched tightly, and the national teacher responded calmly with a "yes".

After the national teacher left, the emperor retracted his sword and sheathed it, came out of the window, looked at the blood moon that was hidden behind the clouds again, and sighed: "The world will be in chaos."

Chapter 2 The second time I'm in trouble

Due to the birth of the Ghost King, the imperial capital was surging, and the Dingtian Mansion, which was far away in Youzhou, had fallen back into peace after tonight's accident.

However, in the dead of night, no one saw them, strands of black mist emerged from the ground, quietly brushed the faces of the sleeping people, and rushed towards the sky above Dingtianfu.

They circled and converged. As long as anyone who knew some profound arts was here, they would find that the entire Dingtian Palace was shrouded in black mist.

In the middle of the night, the master bedroom.

The maid kept watch from the beads all night and fell asleep on the couch, not noticing the strangeness of the woman on the large carved bed.

She seemed to have fallen into some kind of nightmare, drenched in cold sweat, her face was as pale as paper, and her pale and bloodless fingernails gradually climbed to a bright red color.

The faint flame on the candle flickered a few times before it was completely extinguished, and the last drop of wax oil fell, as if weeping.

In Beaten's dream, there was a festive red.

"Worship the heavens and the earth-"

The young man in red was like fire, his tarnished eyes drooped, and the smile on his lips was a little embarrassing.

"Second worship high hall-"

She held his warm hand and faced Master Wan Daoren's tablet.

"Husband and wife greet each other—"

She stood opposite him, smiling as she was about to bend over, when suddenly there was an exclamation from outside.

"It's not good - the demons are coming in!!"

It was like some kind of terrifying spell, and everyone fled for a while, she led the boy across the messy main hall, sent the slightly flustered boy to the bridal room, comforted him and said, "Wait when I come back, Lou Jing, don't be afraid. "

But when she went back, all she saw was the corpses of the mansion.

The demons broke into the mansion and killed everyone in the mansion.

She couldn't find Lou Jing, and she couldn't find it all the time. Everyone's faces seemed to have become Lou Jing's, but she turned over their bodies one by one.

In the end, she still found him. On the small road not far from the new house, he was wearing a red robe, and fell lifelessly by the side of the road. The red lantern fell to the ground, and he was trampled to the ground.

She had been gone for too long, and he died on his way to find her.

no no!

"Lou Jing!!!"

She hugged his corpse, tears falling on his pale face, gradually turning into a distinct bloodstain as it slid down his neck slashed by the blade.

She killed herself in despair, and became an evil spirit because of her resentment. She traveled all day long among the dead souls in the city.

In the end, even the remnant soul dissipated in her arms...

When this life was over, endless unwillingness and resentment welled up in my heart.

If only she hadn't left then... If only Lou Jing hadn't been left to wait for her...

She was a lone star, not only killed the whole city, but also killed Lou Jing.

If God could give her another chance, even if she bet everything, she would not let this happen again——

At the end of the picture, the scene where Lou Jing's remnant soul completes his obsession and dissipates between heaven and earth.

He stroked her hair and said softly, "Beaten, don't be sad, I can finally see you."

"do not go!"

Beaten woke up suddenly, the black veins on her pale face quickly receded, she panted heavily, stared blankly at the dark blue veil for a while, and murmured a person's name unconsciously in her throat.

"Lou Jing..."

The collapsed Congzhu was taken aback, carefully lifted the veil, and looked at Beaten with a twisted and terrifying expression: "Palace Master, are you, are you okay?"

Their palace lords wouldn't be flooded with water - stupid?

After calling from Zhu several times, Beaten had a response, she turned her head a little bit, her pale blue pupils were bloodshot: "What time is it now?"

"Ah? What... oops!"

Juizhu was pushed aside by Beaten who suddenly lifted the quilt and got out of bed. The force was not light. She bumped into the cabinet next to her and couldn't help but let out a pained cry.

Beaten grabbed the mirror's fingertips with force until it turned white. She stared at herself in the mirror and pinched herself hard. The pain went from superficial to deep. "I was reborn? Haha...haha?"

Then her Lou Jing...

"Palace Master, where are you going!"

Chase out from Zhu holding the skirt, however, the figure of their palace master was long gone at the door.

On this day, people who woke up in the morning were amazed to see a steed swept across the street like a madman, whipped up a storm, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Everyone pointed at the man's back, and they all sighed that the world was getting worse, and that someone was so reckless on the street, it was simply presumptuous.

At this time, the presumptuous people they were talking about had traveled from the east of the city to the west of the city at a rapid speed, reining their horses outside a Xuanqing Temple where the incense was still strong.

Beaten sat on her horse with her hair disheveled, looking almost greedily at the stall owner who was watching a stall in front of her.

The stall owner is a handsome young man, with black hair neatly tied behind him with a blue hairband, wearing outdated thin clothes, his figure is slightly thin.

The autumn mood is already a little strong, and the thin clothes can't resist the cold. He sits behind the booth and dipped in cinnabar to paint a ghost-repelling amulet. He probably feels cold.