Chapter 89

Yama should not and can not do such a thing.

Houtu was in a state of anxiety. He was worried about the prosperity and long-term stability of the prefecture every day. As a result, the king of hell, whom she valued most, did such a thing and hit her in the face.

After the fury, the five emperors applied, and there were ten hell kings and ten hell palace.

The whole Prefecture expanded on a large scale. Originally, there were a large number of people coming and going, but all of a sudden, they were scattered, which made it seem quite empty.

After that, Yama came to apologize.

In this scene of apology in the dream, Yama still maintained a mild posture all the year round, and his anger turned into helplessness and bitterness. Finally, he said that he didn't know what, and he couldn't figure out what was agreed

Houtu only remembered that Yama was watching her deeply, as if he could see the end of time.

That pair of gentle eyes, there is the universe.

Then Qin Lingjun woke up.

She was so emotional that she woke herself up.

The sky is still that brightness, the ground is still full of sand, swept around, there is nothing new. Qin Lingjun's face was inexplicable. He didn't know why he had such a dream.

I don't think she's a backyard.

Qin Lingjun gave a sneer, and then felt

It's really possible.

"People have bad luck to a certain extent, it may be the protagonist of something." Qin Lingjun comforted himself in this way, "it's not a big deal, it's not even a big deal."

A person who didn't record the time of death in the book of life and death, she felt that her life was stolen.

Besides life and death, it's all small things.

Qin Lingjun took out his mobile phone and looked at it. He found that the time had not changed at all, and the power of the mobile phone was the same.

She sighed and put the things away.

When she got up, she chose another direction casually and began to walk aimlessly until she went back to the place where she stuffed her napkin.

Still can't get out.

Qin Lingjun sat on the ground and then lay down.

It is not true that she has no image.

She has been in this strange place for so long, whether it's hair or clothes, almost no mess. Even the makeup on her body is perfect at the moment, and there is no sign of fainting.

Having nothing to do, Qin Lingjun began to dig the earth again.

A poke in the finger makes a hole in the ground.

Two fingers, two holes in the ground.

Qin Lingjun slightly angry, small fist hammer on the ground.

According to the structure of sand, when a fist is hammered on the ground full of sand, the only pain is the hand. Only by moving slowly, can the sand and stone be avoided and the fist sink.

However, something frightening happened.

The ground in front of him seemed to be disturbed by his fists. Before he touched it, he sank a fist sized groove to avoid Qin Lingjun's fists.

Qin Lingjun was slightly stunned and looked at the land with a puzzled face. He didn't understand what was going on now.

How did it sink?

She took back her hand and looked at it carefully.

It's small, white and tender. It also makes a beautiful pink manicure. The old cocoon that has been made numerous times so far is the one on the middle finger of the right hand, which has been ground out because of years of learning to teach and holding a pen.

The hands looked as delicate and beautiful as herself, and they didn't do much heavy work.

Qin Lingjun's face was strange. Looking at the groove on the ground that was trying to shrink, he put his hand in the past.

The small grooves stop shrinking.

Qin Lingjun put his hand down. Before he touched the sand, he saw that the groove had expanded a little.

"Well -"

Qin Lingjun looked at the situation with deep thought.

Isn't this the place to go out, not on the ground, but underneath?

How can I get down there?

Qin Lingjun clenched his fists and tried to connect them.

The small groove gradually increased, and after a while, it was the size of a deep basin.

Qin Lingjun deduced the stress situation, the size of the hole and the speed of its restoration. He thought it was easy to dig the hole, but how to ensure that the surrounding sand would not be buried again after she went down was the key point.

If her heart is very big jump down, turn head to bury oneself directly in the bottom, that can finish the calf son.

Qin Lingjun took out his mobile phone and began to do math problems.

How big is the hole? How fast can the hole shrink? It can be enough for her to find a way through the sand below. At the same time, it can ensure her to return to breathe the air in time when she can't find the outlet?

She was born with this material. After a while, she got the answer.

The depth of the bottom depends on the size of the hole.

A beautiful girl, in order to escape the desolation here, took off her shoes and began to dig the ground.I don't know how long time has passed.

Qin Lingjun is indefatigable, dare not stop, a little bit open their own way out.

The original small groove becomes larger and larger, and the opening becomes more and more obvious.

Qin Lingjun even noticed that the speed of sand recovery was getting slower and slower, and later it was almost too slow for her to notice.

But she was not sure whether the sand was recovering more and more slowly, or whether the volume of the groove was so large that her naked eye could not see such a reduction.

If only we could model and detect.

Qin Lingjun missed the days when he had a computer.

She also dare not sleep, dare not rest, for fear of how long rest, her work began to reverse.

"If I had known such a day, I would not have come to worship the king of hell." Qin Lingjun was quite aggrieved.

No matter how Qin Lingjun didn't need to touch the sand in the excavation work, it was boring and boring after all.

Qin Lingjun saw the groove in front of him, from burying her whole person, to burying ten of her, to burying a few of her behind.

When the whole person is in the pit, Qin Lingjun accidentally bumps into something.

She gently picked her eyebrows and reached out to dig out what she had touched.

It's a wooden box.

There is a wooden box hidden in the sand.

The carvings on the wooden box are delicate, and they are valuables at a glance. This kind of heavy process product, even if it is produced by machine, now the price is not low.

Without hesitation, Qin Lingjun opened the wooden box directly.

The box is padded with brocade cotton. On the brocade cotton, there is a yellow bead. It looks very beautiful.

most of the topaz on the market is transparent enough, but many of them are not too fastidious on cutting, and can not refract light very well. They always feel a sense of glass. But this round yellow bead is not the same, it has a little light, that is from its own light.

It's not like amber.

I don't know why. It looks soft.

It's like The softness of pudding.

Looking at the bead, Qin Lingjun had an unexpected idea of eating it.

She closed the wooden box and advised herself: "don't eat. No matter how people die, they won't eat beads."

To persuade himself, Qin Lingjun first stepped on the sand wall and climbed out of the pit.

She managed to climb out and look down at the big hole.

It's a lot less efficient than you think.

Qin Lingjun sighed again.

Ever since she was locked in, the number of sighs she sighed rose sharply, and she couldn't help sighing from time to time.

She put the wooden box in her hand beside her shoes.

Just put it down, Qin Lingjun thought of opening it again to see the Yellow beads in the wooden box.

This strong idea couldn't be held down at all, so that Qin Lingjun didn't straighten up and directly opened the box to appreciate the Yellow bead in the wooden box again.

How could that be?

Qin Lingjun stares at Huang Zhuzi for a while, then dulls and reflects on himself.

She frowned, feeling that there was something wrong with the bead.

It's beautiful!

Want to eat!

No, no!

How can beads be eaten?

You can't eat it!

Want to eat!

Qin Lingjun's hand shrunk and stepped back, wary of looking at the beads in front of him.

This bead is ticking her!

Just taste it. If you can't bite it, spit it out!

Qin Lingjun's consciousness was confused for a moment, his hand moved forward again, grabbed the bead, and then quickly stuffed it into his mouth.

The beads melt at the entrance.

Back to God, Qin Lingjun opened his eyes, a face of consternation.

She wanted to spit out the things in her mouth. How could she spit out the things that could melt?

Who would eat this kind of food?!

Qin Lingjun spat out his tongue twice, and found that there was no way to deal with the situation, so he finally chose to give up.

It's really It's too bad.

Qin Lingjun was in a low mood and didn't even want to dig the soil.

Even if I'm trapped here, I don't know what to eat.

How could that be?

Qin Lingjun was so wronged that he wanted to cry.

She angrily picked up the wooden box and threw it back into the pit

The wooden box fell into the pit and made a slight rolling impact until it reached the deepest part, which was slowly covered by the surrounding sand.

Outside the pit, Qin Lingjun took out his mobile phone and began to write a little article about his mood.

A little article similar to the last words.

Always write heart tired, Qin Lingjun in imperceptible, once again fell asleep.

The previous dream has a follow-up.

My best friend came to Houtu to work here, and also took a name called Mengpo.She communicated with Meng Po about the way of heaven and the future of hell. Mengpo worried that the Asuras would eventually perish. Does the birth of a race have to usher in a complete demise?

Houtu felt that Mengpo was not only worried about the Asuras, but also about the last Phoenix in heaven and earth.

This Phoenix could die anytime, anywhere.

Maybe this is love.

Just love, in the eyes of heaven, is too fragile to stand its random toss.

Houtu and his best friend quietly made a plan after a discussion.

They silently observe the reincarnation of the human race, speculate on the laws of the way of heaven, and try to find the omissions that can turn the sky from the increasingly perfect laws.

Finally one day, Houtu was found.

"Between the heaven and the earth, you can get rid of the six ways and find your own way to avoid the prying of the way of heaven."

The evolution of the way of heaven also limits itself to the law.

"The way of the world, there are always can not rely on the way of heaven and the formation of the way. These Tao, like a ray of purple air escaping, are a thread of vitality between heaven and earth, which are transformed into various forces and exist everywhere. "

Meng po said: "as long as you find your own life, you can turn it upside down."

Houtu nodded in response.

The two sides said two more sentences and then separated.

When we get the news again, it's Mengpo who has been reincarnated.

Only Houtu knows that her best friend gave his life back to the way of heaven.