MMB 112 Luck is also a kind of strength
112 Luck is also a kind of strength
"Old Ghost, why did you come out?" Su Han quickly stepped forward and helped the old man with a sincere respect.
Looking at the other nine Kings of Hades, even the most rambunctious one, lowered his head and looked down at the moment, not saying a word.
The old man glanced at them, smiled and didn't speak, but walked towards me and grabbed my hand: "Okay, okay, what a good boy!"
His eyes are very gentle, but they have a power to penetrate people's minds. In these eyes full of wisdom, I just feel that I can't hide anything.
"This is Gui Lao. If you have a dark seniority, you should be the grandfather of me and Qin Luo."
The grandfather of Su Han and Qin Luo?Could it be that the two are still related by blood?I turned my head, trying to find a trace of wisdom in his eyes, but after looking for a long time, the man's eyes were like water, leaving only the tenderness in his eyes.
I don't know, but I really thought we were so in love with each other.
"Hello ghost."
"Hello, hello. I haven't seen a girl here for a long time. Since you can come, then you have a great opportunity. All right, don't stand here, go in."
The old man said, took my hand and walked towards the closed door.Without seeing him do anything, the closed door opened automatically.
A piece of dazzling gold burst out from behind the giant gate, instantly lighting up the dark land. I couldn't see what was behind the golden light, but I couldn't see the coercion from the depths of my soul.
Isn't this Su Han's palace?Are there other gods enshrined?
The doubts in my heart piled up more and more, and I was depressed and wanted to explode.
Although I know that this power cannot be violated, there is still an obsession in my heart that I want to resist. Why does my destiny have to be manipulated by others?
Thinking of this, my pride that had just been bent back returned, and my lowered head was raised again. I don't believe in gods, ghosts, let alone the so-called way of heaven.
What I believe in is only my own heart and everything I want to protect.
Although my eyes were so stimulated by the golden light that I couldn't see the road in front of me clearly, I still stepped over the threshold and walked in slowly.
I just feel that after stepping into this hall, the pressure on my body has lightened a lot in vain. The light that originally brought me infinite pressure suddenly turned into a gentle caress, circulating endlessly on my body, streams of pure power into my body.
"Haha, you are indeed a man of destiny, Su Han, you little guy is really lucky!"
Leng Buding's ghostly old voice appeared in my ears, and when I looked back, the old man had already circled in front of us at some point, and his beard and hair, which were a little whiter than Shuang, also turned black.
But his face was still covered with wrinkles, and he looked at me with piercing eyes, which seemed strange to say.
Su Han didn't seem to expect such a weird thing to happen to me again.
He came over and gently held my hand, but didn't speak.
"Old Gui is just joking. I'm just lucky. I haven't found Qin Luo in Yangjian for so many years, and I can't find a wife. Then I really failed." Su Han twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled. very blurred.
I was gently wrapped in my arms, and feeling the pleasant fragrance of plants and trees on the man's body, my heart also settled down a lot.
However, he had just separated from Qin Luo, so why did he say that he had never seen him?Could this old man be the third force behind the underworld he guessed?
But no matter how you look at it, this is a lot of age, and it seems that he is still so popular with everyone. As for fighting for the enviable position?
"However, luck is also a kind of strength. Come and sit."
The old ghost sat down on the rightmost seat while talking.The remaining nine Kings of Hades also found their seats and sat down one after another. They all showed respect, and I don't know what they were thinking about.
Only Su Han pulled me to stand there without saying a word, the top one and the first one on the left were both vacant.
The top chair is shaped like an ancient king's chair. It is yellow in color and seems to be made of real gold. The seat is wide enough for a person to lie on it. The Ye Mingzhu, which is bigger than my fist, is not inferior against the golden light.
Su Han hesitated for a moment, then pulled me towards the dragon chair.
Although no one spoke, I felt that I was receiving everyone's gaze, and I could even feel the emotions of those people, including jealousy, expectation, and more unwillingness.
When he was in a daze, the crisp voice of Yin Yang Shu suddenly sounded in his mind: "Mother, after a while, I walked to that chair. You sit down first, and then you pull Uncle Yan Jun to sit."
I was startled, stunned by conditioned reflex, Su Han looked at him immediately, a hint of puzzlement flashed in his eyes, and he didn't speak, I don't know if it was my illusion, but I actually saw a trace of helplessness in his eyes.
"What do you mean? Is there any mechanism on this chair?" I turned my head, gave him a stable look, and asked secretly in my heart.
Yin-Yang Shuling paused for a moment, and replied: "This chair can only be sat on by people with the orthodox bloodline of God. In fact, in terms of strength, Su Han and Qin Luo are not much different, but because Su Han has no orthodox Godhead, so he can only be Lord Yan."
"The orthodox godhead, what is that?" I reached out and touched my ear, the cold golden beads were still there, and Qin Luo's breath was nearby. Isn't he afraid of being arrested?
"The orthodox godhead is the same as those emperors in ancient times who inherited the great power. There are many emperors in history who are actually not as good as those advisers around him, but you have to know that the art of emperors does exist. "
"To give the simplest example, take the Qin Dynasty as an example. At the beginning, Qin Shihuang's favorite son was Fusu, but Fusu was accidentally killed. Although Hu Hai came to the throne later, he was robbed because of his luck Yes, even if there is a group of alchemists behind him to change his fate against the sky, it is not his own, after all, it is not his own."
I was shocked in my heart, could it be said that the so-called change of fate against the sky is true?
But soon, I realized that we are just mortals, how can we fight against the heavens?I'm not a good example. Grandpa said that everything my mother and I did for 23 years was just to keep me from touching these things.
But what about reality?Didn't Qin Luo show up when I was on the night shift for the first time?
Mother and child connected, the book was inspired by the loneliness in my heart, and the already crisp voice became softer and softer: "Mother, don't be sad, although we can't change our own destiny, we can control our future life, can't we? "
"The reason why I let you sit on it first is because you already have the aura of destiny on your body, and you are carrying Daddy Qin's baby, so there is no problem for you to sit on the throne!"
"Besides, Uncle Su Han is just acting. If you don't cooperate, how can this go on?"
I.
For a while, I suddenly felt that I really thought too much, and I didn't even have a child who thought through it thoroughly.
Zhanyan smiled at the man beside me, and I sat down generously.
I thought it was just an ordinary chair, but just when my butt touched the chair, a cold current suddenly enveloped me, cold but not bone-piercing, exactly the same as Qin Luo's breath.
Seeing me sitting down, Su Han's prosperous face bloomed incomparably brilliantly, and sat down beside me. Everyone only saw the two of us sitting side by side, but ignored that our hands hadn't been separated from the beginning.
"Okay, okay!" Gui Lao laughed again, with a frightened look, as if he had expected all of this a long time ago.
I saw the unwillingness in those people's eyes slowly disappear, and they walked towards the endless abyss with a touch of despair.
After a while, a bearded man stood up, with a short face and wide mouth, wearing a crown, wearing a long robe, and holding a wat (the ninth niche in Shilu Mountain of Dazu Grottoes) in his left hand.It was the second-ranked Chujiang King.
I saw him walk to the center, and with a wave of his hand, there was something like an LED screen in the void.
I squinted my eyes, and after just one glance, I felt that my lower limit could continue to be updated.
The entire big screen was divided into sixteen small screens on average, and it was this person who was in charge of the living hell, also known as the stripping pavilion cold ice hell.
Sixteen small hells are set up. Anyone who hurts people's limbs, rapes, steals and kills in the yang world will be pushed into this prison, and sent to the sixteen small prisons to suffer. After the expiration of the term, they will be transferred to the third hall and sent to prison with additional punishment.
I thought the peeling in the movie would be exciting enough, but what is on the screen is even more difficult to look at directly. A complete person is fixed on the shelf of various strange shapes, poured with boiling water, and then used the The rusty blade cut open the head bit by bit, and then...
My stomach was rolling and twitching, and those screams were looming in my ears.
Although he knew that these people made mistakes when they were alive, but seeing the cruelty of the criminal law, he couldn't help but be speechless.
A pair of warm hands were quietly attached to my lower abdomen, and the warmth came through the palms.
The man's inaudible heartbeat lightly passed over my cheeks, and I suddenly wanted to add a suffix to myself.
A delicate flower that always wants to vomit blood.
"King Chujiang, what do you want me to see?" Su Han had a smile on his face, but no one would take him as a sign of being in a good mood.
I looked at the thick man under the stage who was obviously taken aback, but still bit the bullet and said: "Yan Jun, don't you find anything wrong with this?"
As King Chujiang said, he actually took out an extended pointer from his arms, and circled it on the screen.
All eyes were attracted, but no one spoke.
Su Han's eyes narrowed into a thin line, and his face suddenly became more playful.
"King Chujiang, do you want to say that these ghosts were all let go by this king?"