my girlfriend is dead

"Who are you? What is this place? What do you want to do? Let me go back quickly," the middle-aged man shouted towards the figure not far away.

"I'm really sorry, let you go back, I can't do this alone," the figure slowly got up and said softly.

"What do you want to do? Who are you?" the man asked loudly.

"My name is Ming," the figure bent down and plucked a Bana flower, turned around slowly, and said to the man.The cold words seemed to come from another world.

"Ming," looking at the unique and beautiful face in the world, the man's eyes were blurred, and he muttered unconsciously.

The figure nodded, as if he didn't care about the man's impolite gaze.

"What did you say?" As if remembering something, the man's eyes were blurred, and there was an unconcealable shock in his eyes.

"My name is Ming," the figure repeated again in a good-tempered manner.

"Ming, the god of the underworld, the messenger from hell, the legend, the legend turned out to be true," the man sat down on the ground, looking at the figure in the sea of ​​flowers, feeling a little fear in his heart.

"Don't, don't be kidding, how can there be such unscientific things in the world, kid, don't make trouble, go home quickly," the man suppressed the fear rising in his heart, and hypnotized himself.

"Oh, do you think this matter is false? Forget it, it doesn't matter, since you must think it is false, I can't help it."

"It seems that I have to do something, so that you can see the reality clearly, and let you understand that you are not dreaming now," after finishing speaking, a trace of coldness flashed across the dark red eyes.

"Ah, no, what is this, you devil, stop quickly," the man screamed loudly.

Devil...?Who said nothing, the long bangs completely covered up the owner's emotions at this time.

"Don't worry, I won't die, I just want you to wake up, let you understand where you are now," looking at the man struggling in the fiery red fire, the figure dropped a sentence lightly, no Sympathy, without seeming emotion.

"I know, I know, I believe in you, please, let me go," the man begged loudly.

Ming didn't say anything, just waved his hand, and the originally burning flame disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The panting man looked at the figure with nothing but fear.

After an unknown amount of time, the man finally calmed down, glanced at the figure, and said.

"I've heard that legend too. It is said that as long as you draw the Bana flower on white paper."

"And when your resentment reaches the level that can be entrusted, the flower of the other side will be stained with blood, and a person named Ming will appear, sign a contract with you, and exile the person you resent to hell."

"Legend, the person called Ming is the messenger from hell. I always thought it was just a legend, but I didn't expect that this legend is actually true."

"It's almost like this," Ming replied.

"Almost?" The man was puzzled.

"Actually, this is not something that cannot be said. After signing the contract, I can indeed send the person I hate to hell."

"However, the person who signed the contract with me will also have to pay for it," Ming said softly.

"What price?" The man asked hesitantly.

Ming glanced at him, and a strange red light flashed in his blood-red eyes.

"Two options, first, "A person has three souls and seven souls. After the contract is completed, I will randomly extract one soul or one soul from the body of the contracted person. This choice can make the soul of the contracted person no longer endure torture after death." . "

"You can experience reincarnation like everyone else, as for the second choice."

"You can choose to pay the price after death, but after the contractor's death, the contractor's soul will be trapped in the underworld, and it will take a hundred years of suffering before he can be released."

"What?" The man opened his eyes wide, as if he was extremely surprised. It seemed that he had two choices, but both of them were unacceptable.

For such a price, who would make such a choice if he didn't hate it to the extreme.

"If you want to get something, you have to pay the corresponding price. You don't think that you can get everything you want without paying anything," Ming Leng said.

The man didn't make a sound, and was silent for a while before speaking. "I can ask, who is the person who wants me to go to hell? Who is it? I am so cruel, I would rather pay this price than send me to hell."

"His name is Joe Benmu," Ming said without the slightest hesitation.For her, this is not something that cannot be revealed.

"What," a flash of shock flashed in the man's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by understanding, "Yes, if it's that child, there's nothing he can't understand."

"After all, I killed his parents after all. I thought he didn't know about it, but I didn't expect him to know everything."

"He should hate me, he should hate me. Over the years, I have tried my best to compensate the two brothers and sisters, in order to make myself feel at ease and feel better."

"However, that is simply impossible. At night, as soon as I close my eyes, I will see them looking at me covered in blood."

"Ask me why you betrayed them, why you betrayed them, even though I didn't kill them myself, but this still doesn't negate the fact that I killed them."

"Back then, because of my cowardice and fear of death, I left them and ran away alone."

"For so many years, I have spent every day in guilt and self-blame. I tried my best to be good to those two children, in order to make myself feel at ease and reduce my guilt."

"But I was wrong. For so many years, I have not lost any guilt and regret. Every time I see those two children, I can't breathe with regret and guilt."

"In the end, it's because of my cowardice. For so many years, every time I think about that incident, I wish I could die to apologize, but I don't have the courage to really do it."

"Every time I tell myself, the children are too young, they still need someone to take care of them, I can't just abandon them like this."

"And up to now, I can no longer abandon them, but in the final analysis, it is still because of my cowardice, I am really bad."

"It's okay to look like this now, I finally have a reason to tell myself that I can give up, and now you can let go."

"I have no reason to run away, and I have no chance to make excuses for my cowardice. Now, I can finally atone for my crimes. It's been so many years late." The man leaned against the big tree behind him, his face full of tears A relieved smile.

Ming quietly listened, watched, and watched this man go from being unbelievable at the beginning to accepting it calmly now. His red eyes were calm and unwavering, and he could not see the slightest emotional ups and downs.

"Ming, can I trouble you with one thing?" The man looked at the girl whom he called the god of the underworld, and asked softly.

"You say," Ming nodded lightly.

"I want to write a letter to that child, and I hope you can give it to that child, is that okay?" the man asked, with little expectation in his eyes.

"Of course." This was part of the task, and she naturally had no reason to refuse, so Ming handed the pen and paper that she had taken out from somewhere to the other party.

"Thank you, Ming," the man sincerely thanked.Ming didn't speak, but turned around, looking at the bright red eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

The man looked at her back, opened his mouth, then lowered his head.

"Ming, your place is really beautiful," the man said with a smile as he looked at the Bianhua flowers everywhere.

"That's right," Ming whispered to himself without turning his head.

The man looked at the bloody sunset in the distance, then looked back at the cherry tree behind him, and the wooden house not far away, and said with a smile.

"Although your place is beautiful, it is not suitable for permanent residence. It is always inevitable to be lonely alone."

"Lonely," Ming turned to face him, "Just get used to it," he said, looking at the sun, and continued. "I don't live often."

Haha, the man chuckled, "Ming, the time I spent with you was very happy, but it's a pity, I'm afraid I won't be able to see such a beautiful scenery again, so I'll trouble you."

Ming Dao took the folded letter paper. "I'll give it to him."

"Should I go?" Looking at the sunset in the distance, there was a deep nostalgia in Zizi's eyes.

Ming didn't answer his question, but clenched the Bana flower in his hand, "Your sins can only be repaid by yourself, so go all the way," Ming's voice was a little bloody, but also a little dark and lonely.

"Ming, thank you," these words clearly passed from the man's eyes before the man was swallowed by the dark passage.

I have received your price, and I will bear your karma, reaching out to hold the red blood beads floating in front of me.

A dark and cold voice slowly sounded in the silent space, and Ming tightly tightened the piece of paper in his hand.

human beings!It's really complicated!Leaving an unknown sigh, the red eyes seemed to be even redder.

Looking at the crying boy holding the letter, Ming turned around, leaving a place of silence.

The cold moonlight shone on the boy, "I'm sorry, kid, I'm sorry, I know I'm not qualified to ask for your forgiveness, but I still want to say sorry to you."

"I'm sorry for being late for so many years, now, I can finally atone for the sins I committed, child, thank you."