The reborn cute wife is a ghost

Chapter 347 Her love for him is not enough

bang bang-

The little ghost boy beat the gong, staggered and sprinted along the river, and trembled as he ran: "Uncle Zheng! Uncle Zheng!"

The old man stood at the head of the bridge and did not move. When he heard the words, he turned sideways slowly and widened his eyes: "Look, you are so scared, what happened?"

Guitong shook his head in horror, hesitated and couldn't speak, and just pointed in the direction behind him blindly.

Uncle Zheng couldn't figure it out for a while, and asked again: "What's the matter? If you don't talk about it, I'm leaving. Didn't you see that I was busy?"

As he spoke, he pointed to the ghosts who were queuing up at the bridgehead, waiting to be reincarnated.

Seeing that he was about to leave, Gui Tong quickly grabbed his wide sleeves, and said with tears in his eyes, "That...that man is here again, and he won't leave no matter what, Uncle Zheng, can you persuade me? He is waiting at the gate of hell... I've been waiting all day!"

"What man..." The old man stroked his beard, at first he didn't care, but when he remembered something, his eyes suddenly widened again.

When Uncle Zheng rushed to the gate of life and death with a gong, Fu Tianlang was vigorously hitting the gate of ghosts in front of him.

That is the enchantment left by Hades, how could it be possible for him, a mortal, to break through it?
And when the ghost gate is attacked, it will automatically release a kind of flame that can hurt people's souls. Even if ordinary ghosts are touched lightly, they will be burned into a piece of coke.

But this man seemed desperate, even though his whole body was surrounded by a ball of flames, he still tried to break through the barrier relentlessly, and every time he hit it, the gate of hell would make a loud noise, how painful is it? Only he himself understands.

"Wait a minute! Wait a minute!" Uncle Zheng trotted over, but he didn't dare to penetrate the barrier easily, only looking at him through a thin film.

"Where is she?" Fu Tianlang recognized the person, stopped his movements and stood in a shadow, his eyes were like sharp knives, even though there was a barrier between them, the icy chill still hit his face.

The underworld was dim, with only the blue light emitted by the swaying will-o'-the-wisps around. At this moment, Uncle Zheng shook his wide sleeves: "I don't know."

"I want to see her." He obviously didn't believe it, and murderous intent burst out from his narrowed eyes.

Uncle Zheng swallowed his saliva, remembering the loss he suffered last time, his face darkened again: "Are you begging for help?"

Fu Tianlang's face froze, his palms trembled slightly, and his blunt tone also restrained a lot: "Please, let me see her."

Uncle Zheng has never seen him so low-pitched, he watched coldly for a long time, and sighed quietly: "It's okay, it's okay to tell you, Qiao Wan doesn't care about being in the ghost gate now, even if you break through this barrier desperately , and can’t meet her.”

Fu Tianlang was stunned for a moment, pondered for a while, and the murderous intent burst out all over his body again.

boom--

There was another loud bang, and he hit the barrier in front of him again, even though black spots were burned all over his body, he didn't stop.

He didn't believe that she must be not far from him.

She may not want to come back, but the promise she made at the beginning is still there, and he knows that she will be waiting for him at the bridge as she once said.

This... is this man crazy? !

Fearing that he would break through that layer of restriction, Uncle Zheng beat the gongs and drums, and said anxiously: "Why am I lying to you? Hey...don't bump into it, don't bump into it, are you going to attract the Yin soldiers?"

"I watched Wuchang take her away with my own eyes. If she's not in the underworld, where else can she go?!" Fu Tianlang paused, his voice was extremely cold, like entering an ice cellar.

Uncle Zheng shook his head, lifted his black cloth shoe with a hole in it, rubbed it vigorously on the ground, and said, "Wrong, wrong, she is in the underworld, but not here, but here..."

Pointing to the ground, he said, "The deepest part of the underworld is the eighteenth floor of hell."

Hearing this, Fu Tianlang was shocked all over, looking at him with cloudy eyes, he lost his spirit in confusion for a moment: "Eighteen floors...hell."

Uncle Zheng nodded, his voice hoarse: "Yes, as for the reason, you should be very clear."

He was seriously injured after hitting the prohibition of the ghost gate several times, and now his whole body is covered with burn marks from the ghost fire, one by one, which is shocking.

"I'm going to find her." There was no pain on his face, but he stood there for a long time, spreading his palms, as if there were still traces of her clothes on them.

His eyes froze, and he squeezed heavily, but he only caught a wisp of air.

Uncle Zheng shook his head: "The flames in these eighteen layers of hell may not even be able to withstand the flames of our underworld, let alone your mortal body, maybe you haven't even gotten close yet..."

Uncle Zheng sighed a long time, picked up the gong and beat it: "That's all I have to say, you... just do it yourself."

"I, want, see, her." He suddenly opened his eyes, revealing his murderous look.

Why is this person so stubborn?
Uncle Zheng ignored him and began to send people off: let’s go, the land of the underworld is not your way, the family in Yangjian is waiting for you to return…

"If you don't let me see her today, there will be tomorrow, and after tomorrow, there will be the day after tomorrow. Whether it's a person or a soul, I will meet her one day!" Fu Tianlang said with his eyes tightened, gnashing his teeth.

Uncle Zheng's voice became chaotic, and he struck the gong harder.

Can……

bang bang-

This person still didn't walk, his heels seemed to be firmly planted in the soil, even though there was a strong wind blowing around him and the rubble was flying, he still remained motionless.

"...You kid, I don't know if it's luck or misfortune for Ah Wan to meet you in this life."

"I want to see her!" He repeated stubbornly, the same sentence came and went.

The gongs kept ringing, and Uncle Zheng sighed quietly: "Alas... since she was punished voluntarily, why don't you wait a little longer?"

Fu Tianlang walked against the wind, and gradually approached the old man in front of him: "No, you take me down, and I will bear the rest of the pain for her!"

He didn't want to wait any longer, he couldn't bear any possibility of losing her.

Uncle Zheng gave another pause, and beat harder. As the sound of the gong became heavier, the surrounding wind blew harder each time.

Until the man's heels left the ground and gradually floated in the air, he said in a low voice: "You are different from Ah Wan, she is the underworld secretary, she can come and go freely in the underworld, but you are a mortal fetus, how can a living person go to the tenth place?" Eight layers of hell? Not to mention being punished for her, it is obviously nonsense."

"I want to see her!" He gritted his teeth and trembled all over. If he couldn't do something alive, he could...

"Why are you in such a hurry, Ah Wan is still being punished, if you die at this time, wouldn't her suffering this year be in vain?" Seeing the man's face getting darker, Uncle Zheng said, "Is it right to see her now?" It's impossible, but it's not impossible. Qiao Wan is not a regular ghost messenger. She is also a ghost. She made atonement in the underworld after she died because of the crimes she committed in her previous life. The body she left behind can be regarded as the one she shared with her. The only connection in the world, you can temporarily use that skin as a medium to communicate with her..."

"What do you mean?" he asked sharply.

"...Although Ah Wan's three souls remain in the underworld, the seven souls are still imprisoned in her body. As long as her body does not die for a day, she is not really dead, not to mention the ghost aura left by her body when she left. You can let her know how much you miss through this skin."

"You mean, her body is not a dead thing, and she knows everything I do?"

"Yes."

Uncle Zheng opened his eyes, the wind around him gradually subsided, and the suffocating aura that was so tense just now faded away, and looking forward from a distance, there was no one there.

Finally left.

He put away the gong and breathed a sigh of relief.

There was the sound of something cracking in the quiet room.

The small and broken sounds suddenly fell silent as the man regained consciousness.

It was midnight at this time, Fu Tianlang woke up from his dream, looked at the jade gourd that had been cracked, he pursed his lips and got up, the metal lampshade beside the bed reflected his snow-white face that was almost frighteningly white.

He raised his head, only to feel a "buzzing" sound hovering in his mind.

Qiao Wan was still lying unconscious beside him, but the way he looked at her had already changed.

"Wanwan, you know I'm here, don't you?" He turned sideways, his voice was hoarse, and stroked her hair over and over again, "Come back quickly, if it's really difficult, give me a dream."

He stretched his arms over her body and looked down at the sleeping girl.

She has breath and temperature, as if she would open her eyes as soon as the sky dawns, and call him with a smile...

His eyes froze, he suddenly lowered his head and kissed her extremely and deeply, but she couldn't give him any response.

This body is the only medium for her to connect with the world.

But when he kissed her, she didn't respond. When he touched her, she was still lifeless, and only her weak breathing told him that her "skin" was not completely dead.

Can such a "Qiao Wan" really feel his feelings for her?

Fu Tianlang tried his best to open his eyes, trying to see the surrounding environment clearly. The moonlight outside the window became twisted and distorted in his eyes, flickering like two flames flickering non-stop.

"Wanwan." He kissed her flat belly all the way.

Although Qiao Wan was asleep, with the help of the abundant aura in the gourd, his body functions were still operating normally. In this case, it is not impossible to conceive a new relationship.

He stood up slightly, waiting is not terrible, what is terrible is that there is no end, or one day, she suddenly appeared in his dream, told him that she couldn't bear it anymore, and asked for his forgiveness...

Thinking about it, Fu Tianlang sat up suddenly, looked at "Qiao Guan" who was still sleeping, and sneered in the dark.

He watched her grow up and waited for her for two whole lives, pouring all his feelings almost unreservedly, but what is ridiculous now is that, even after a year, no matter how much he has paid, it is still not enough reason for her to come back.

"Wanwan, in your mind, what is Qiao Lang who grew up with you?" He gritted his teeth and looked at her, "Brother? A benefactor? Or a man you like but don't love?"

He didn't have self-confidence, so he was always forcing her, finally forcing out her feelings for him, but it was too late to deepen this feeling.

He would lose his mind in front of her because he knew very well that she didn't love him enough, at least he felt it was far less than one-tenth of what he loved her.

In the past year, a new thing happened in the underworld. A certain colleague who was about to reincarnate to live a good life, for some unknown reason, was willing to go to the eighteenth level of hell, just to continue to recover his life and live the rest of his life.

The two yin divisions responsible for guarding the gate were whispering there.

In fact, what shocked the people in the underworld even more was that this timid and timid little girl, Chang Zi, actually broke the record of the number one warrior back then...

(End of this chapter)