[R18] Erha and he’s white cat master – “Erha and He’s White Cat Master” Chapter 105 [English]

Chapter 105 The Master’s Human Soul

The lanterns are bright, illuminating a pair of people.

At this moment, he is no longer in Meng Potang. Chu Wanning has arrived at Mo Ran’s dormitory.He couldn’t see the road clearly, so Mo Ran took his hand and took him away.

Chu Wanning’s soul has been lost. He doesn’t know what night it is, and he doesn’t know who the person intertwined with him is. He is leading him in a daze, and Mo Ran takes him into the house, wipes the tears on his face, and closes the door.

Chu Wanning put down the bowl of food.After groping around, he came to the bedside and asked softly:

“Is Mo Ran still asleep?”

“…”

When Chu Wanning saw no response, he assumed that Mo Ran was still asleep, and sighed, seeming a little disappointed.

The ink burned in my heart and I couldn’t bear it, and I was afraid that he would leave again, so I sat by the bed and said, “Master, I’m awake.”

Hearing he call himself, Allen Chu’s brows moved slightly, and then he said “um”, then hesitated and said no more.

Mo Ran knew that he was thin-skinned. If he felt that Master Mo was present, he would probably leave before he could say a few words, so he picked up a hair button on the table, hit it on the door in the air, and made a sound as if Master Mo was closing the door and leaving, and then said: “Why is Master here? Who brought you here?”

Sure enough, Chu Wanning, who was half-soul, was much easier to deceive than usual. He was stunned for a moment and said: “Shi Mingjing brought me here, he left?”

“Gone.”

“Well…”

After a moment of silence, Chu Wanning finally said: “The injury on your back…”

“The injury on the back is not the fault of Master.” Mo Ran said softly, “I am good at breaking precious grass, Master should punish me.”

Unexpectedly, he would say this. Allen Chu was slightly startled, and then his two soft eyelashes trembled slightly, and he sighed: “Does it still hurt?”

“It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

Chu nightning raised his hand, groped with his cold fingertips, and touched his ink-burning face. He said for a long time: “I’m sorry, don’t bear a grudge against the master.”

At that time, he would never have said such soft words, but after his death, his soul was wandering in the underworld. Looking back on the past, he felt that he had no regrets except that he was too unkind to his apprentice.Therefore, given another chance to relive the old scene, the words that I had been too embarrassed to say out loud came out naturally.

Mo Ran felt as if warm spring water had flowed through his heart. The remaining hatred, old wounds, and lingering unwillingness since his rebirth had been broken into powder. At this moment, they were washed away in this sincere apology, and there was no trace left.

In the light of the soul-inducing lamp, he stared at the master’s face. The blood seemed to be gone, and the pale face seemed to be alive again.he seemed to see the gentle face when he first met Chu Wanning in his life after the time that was gone forever.

Mo Ran couldn’t help but raise his hand, and his warm hand covered his cold hand.

“I don’t hate you.” He said, “Master, treat me well. I don’t hate you.”

Chu night Ning was in a trance for a moment and suddenly smiled.

Even if he is a dead person, even if his face is mottled and dirty, when he smiles, he is still like a spring of ice, and the room is full of spring. When his eyes are closed, there seem to be bright pearls shining between the eyelashes.It was an extremely bright smile that had given up its long-cherished wish for death.Arrogant but not indulgent, gorgeous but not demonic, like the most luxuriant and steady begonia blooming, the branches and treetops are solemnly and carefully adorned with thousands of soft and thin flowers, bright and fragrant, covering the leaves like stars.

Mo Ran couldn’t help but stare…

This is the first time in his two lives that he has seen Chu Wanning with such a relaxed and bright look.The ink burned stupidly, and suddenly thought of “a smile as beautiful as a flower”, but felt inappropriate, and then thought of “a smile that leads to a hundred charming lives”, which felt even more ridiculous.

In the end, I racked my brains and couldn’t think of even a single word to describe the beautiful moment he saw.

All I know is that I sighed repeatedly, it looks good.

How come you…have never noticed such a good-looking person before?

As blessed as his soul, Mo Ran suddenly whispered: “Master, there is something I want to tell you.”

“Huh?”

“I didn’t know that Mrs. Wang’s begonia was so valuable. I picked it off that day and wanted to give it to you.”

Chu Wanning seemed a little surprised.Mo Ran’s voice became softer, a little embarrassed, and even a little helpless as he repeated: “It’s… it’s for you.”

“Why are you folding flowers for me?”

Mo Ran’s face couldn’t help but blush: “I, I, I don’t know, just, I just think it looks pretty. I…”

He didn’t say any more, but he felt vaguely surprised in his heart. It turned out that he still remembered the mood he felt when picking flowers for Chu Wanning so long ago?

Chu Wanning, who has lost the other two souls, is really gentle, just like a cat that has lost its nails, leaving only its docile and soft belly and round and full snow paw prints.

he touched Mo Ran’s head and said with a smile: “It’s so silly.”

“…Hmm.” Mo Ran’s eyes suddenly became hot, he looked up at him, and sniffed, “How silly.”

“Don’t do it again next time.”

“I won’t do it again next time.”

Mo Ran thought for a while, recalling that after he gave up on himself in his previous life, he went around doing evil, bullying men and dominating women, which made Chu Wanning very angry. In the end, the master was disheartened and threw him the sentence that he had hated for his whole life: “bad character, hard to polish”, and he had mixed feelings in his heart.Said: “Master, I promise you that I will never let you down again. Do good things and don’t do bad things.”

he didn’t read much, so he couldn’t make many sonorous and powerful promises, but he only felt a surge of blood in his chest. The once simple and innocent soul when he was young seemed to have finally awakened from his deep sleep.

“Master, my disciple is stupid. It’s only now that I realize how well you treat me.”

With eyes burning, he climbed up from the bed, knelt in front of Chu Wanning, and knelt down.

When he raised it again, the young man’s eyebrows were solemn and solemn.

“From now on, Mo Ran will no longer teach you shame.”

The two masters and apprentices talked for a long time, but most of the time it was Mo Ran who was talking. He It’s actually very cute when you feel sorry for someone. Chu Wan’an listened quietly, shaking his head and smiling from time to time.Unconsciously, the fish belly gradually turned white outside the window, as if the thick Huizhou ink was diluted.

The long night will be central.

Master Huaisui stood by the stone bridge, and the fast-flowing river water splashed the hem of his monk’s robes, but he didn’t notice it and just waited calmly.

A rising sun slowly rises in the east, its rays of light penetrate the forest and leaves, and shine on the endlessly flowing yellow spring water.In an instant, the river turned golden, and the waves were like fine scales on a dragon’s body. The waves were sparkling and colorful.

He is in a realm of nothingness at this time, and only those who find the remnant soul of Chu Wanning can see his figure.Both Shi Mo and Xue Meng have been here, but they did not see the old monk by the river.He didn’t seem to be in a hurry, but the beads in his hand couldn’t help but move faster and faster, more and more urgently.

“Wow——”

Suddenly, the rosary beads that had been coiled for countless rounds scattered, and the Xingyue Bodhisattva fell like rain and scattered all over the ground.

Guilty, he suddenly opened his eyes, pursed his lips, and lost all color.

Such a bad omen.He rubbed the broken thread of the beads with both hands, watching the beads in the river splash to the shore, and the beads on the shore rolling into the river… He was lost in thought for a long time, and his face gradually turned pale.

“Master!”

Suddenly someone called he like this.

“Master!!”

Excited, enthusiastic.

Huai Zui immediately followed the sound and saw Mo Ran carrying a soul-inducing lamp with golden and red light, running from a distance like flying.

The morning light was dazzling, but this young man’s eyes were brighter than the first sun, as bright as crystal.He ran to Huai Zui, his cheeks were slightly red, he was breathing slightly, but he couldn’t help being excited.

“Found it.” Mo Ran brushed away the broken hair on his forehead and held the lantern carrying Chu Wanning’s soul tightly in his arms. “He is not unwilling to see me, he is…here.” He pointed to the lamp in his arms, but seemed reluctant to let it go. He hesitated for a moment and wanted to hand the lamp to Huaisui, but he took it back within a few inches of his hand.

Huai Guilin breathed a sigh of relief, looked at him up and down, and said funnyly: “Since you found him, you can just hold him, you don’t have to give him to me.”

The ink burned and continued to hold it very carefully.

Huaisui picked up the cane leaning against the tree and tapped it gently into the river. A green bamboo raft with a white thread tied to its head appeared out of thin air on the shore.

“Without further ado, please ask the benefactor to come on board.”

Everyone knows that the spring water at the top of the dead leads to the ghost world, but because there is a barrier blocking it, it does not mean that you can successfully reach the underworld by following the river.

Master Huaizui’s bamboo raft was cast with a talisman so that it could connect Yin and Yang, so the boat traveled thousands of miles, and Mo Ran sat alone on it. Within half a day, he came to a waterfall.

Huangquan Falls.

This waterfall faces the world at the top and Jiuyou at the bottom. It is actually boundless and vast.A roll of bead curtains flew down, water mist splashed, as thin as thin smoke.

Before Mo Ran took a closer look, the bamboo raft carried he and swooped straight towards the huge water curtain like a prehistoric beast.Before he could react, in an instant the powerful water column seemed to tear apart the flesh and blood of the living person like countless sharp knives!breakdown!

“Master——!”

In times of crisis, Mo Ran only cares about the soul-inducing lamp in his arms. He tightly protects the soul lamp in his arms, letting the vortex swirl rapidly, and the sky is dark and the earth is dark, but he never lets go…

After an unknown amount of time, the deafening sound of the waterfall suddenly disappeared.

The torrential rain also suddenly stopped.

Mo Ran slowly opened his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the soul-inducing lamp was safe and sound.When he looked up, he was shocked speechless by the sight in front of him.

The waterfall that traversed the two realms of Yin and Yang disappeared, and a bamboo raft floated on the vast and tranquil lake. The lake was dark blue, flowing with dots of starlight, and countless weak spirits were swimming in it like schools of fish.There are thick reeds on both sides of the bank, and the hazy brilliance of reed flowers is floating in all directions.

On the left and right ends, deep in the reed leaves, there is a man and a woman singing and dreaming, seeming sad and yet peaceful.

“I fell into the thundery abyss, and my limbs were reduced to mud. My head fell into the vast sky, and my eyes were withered and crushed into dust. The red ants ate my heart and soul. The vultures pecked at my belly… Only the soul came back… Only the soul came back…”

The yellow spring and clear water flow eastward, and everything in front of you cannot be pursued.

The ink burned on the bamboo raft for a long time, and suddenly, a towering archway appeared in the heavy night.

As he got closer, he saw that the archway was huge and magnificent.But the small details are full of miraculous craftsmanship, and the gold is flying.It is like an evil beast covered with beeswax beads, gold, stone and jade pieces, brilliant but sinister and sinister. It squats in the dark night, opening its smelly bloody mouth, waiting for countless lonely ghosts throughout the ages to be sent into its stomach.

As we got closer, we saw that the turret was ferocious, like fangs piercing the sun, and the beast’s head was majestic, seeming to listen to the world’s injustice.

It couldn’t be any closer.Chu Wanning’s remnant soul seemed to feel uneasy, and the golden light in the lantern was bright and dark, swaying slightly.

“It’s okay.” Mo Ran felt he’s uneasiness, holding the lamp, his lips close to the paper, whispering comfort, and sending more of his spiritual power to accompany him.

“Master, don’t be afraid, I am here.”

The lights trembled slightly, and after a while, they returned to tranquility.

Mo Ran lowered his thick eyelashes, glanced into the lamp, couldn’t help but smile, stretched out his hand, touched the edge of the lamp, and then hugged him tighter.

In the dark night, the three characters “Ghost Pass” loomed large and bright, as if they had just been written in the blood of living people.

The bamboo raft docked, and Mo Ran stepped on the Huangquan Road where even the soil smelled of blood.

He walked forward, and there were more and more people around him, men and women, old and young, as well as corpses of babies who died shortly after birth. They were crying sadly, and they all drifted to the depths of the underworld.

No matter he was an emperor, general or minister, rich and glorious, or he was a commoner and poor man.No matter how much money he brings, he will be buried with him.

At this point, at this point.I have to bravely walk this road alone.

Mo Ran followed the bustling soul flow and came to the entrance of the ghost world.

There was a man sitting there, shaking a cattail leaf fan in his hand. He was dressed like a soldier. His stomach was cut open when he died, so his intestines would flow out from time to time.

The gatekeeper impatiently pushed his own intestines back with the handle of the fan, raised his eyes and lazily questioned the newly deceased ghost.

“What’s your name?”

“Sun Erwu.”

“How did you die?”

“I, I will die of old age.”

The gatekeeper took a big stamp and casually stamped “Old Death” on the photo sticker in the ghost world, and handed it to Sun Erwu: “Don’t throw away the sign. If you lose it, go to the Seventeenth Hall to get a replacement. Let’s go, next one.”

Sun Erwu was very nervous. Probably everyone who had just died would be nervous, no matter how brave or know-it-all he was during his lifetime.”Then, am I going to be tried? I am a good person. I have never been stupid in my life. I wonder if I can steal a good fetus and at least give me a rich wife…”

The old man kept talking uneasily.

The gatekeeper felt his ears tingle as he waved his hand and said: “Judgment? It’s not yet daylight. There are so many souls in the ghost world. You have to wait ten or eight years to be reincarnated. When it’s not your turn, just stay in the ghost world. It’s not much different from the earthly world. When it’s your turn, you can tell the judge whether you have killed chickens or married a wife. Next.”

Sun Erwu was stunned, stuttering and speaking in a local accent: “Ten or eight years?”

The ink-burning platoon not far away was also surprised to hear: “What? Do you have to stay for so long before you can be tried and reincarnated?”

“Of course, but if it’s a heinous crime or a soul that’s not quite right, then it’s a different matter.” The guard heard this and smiled maliciously. He smiled, and his intestines came out again. He stuffed it back, “Those who enter the eighteenth level of purgatory never have to wait long.”

Mo Ran: “…”

Sun Erwu, a twenty-five-year-old boy, wanted to ask again, but the officer and soldier’s patience seemed to have come to an end, and he kept waving his hands and saying: “Gone, gone, soul gone. Everyone is rushing to be reincarnated, old man, don’t stand in the way, next one, next one.”

Sun Erwu was slapped by his cattail leaf and drove away.

The next one was a young woman, her face was covered with makeup, but she was still pretty. When she spoke, her eyes showed a certain kind of composure and charm unique to her profession, and she said softly: “Master, the little girl Jin Hua’er was beaten to death by a bully…”

The ghosts are chattering, everyone has their own way of death, and everyone has their own thoughts.

All the chaotic images are settled here.Nothing could be more lively and chaotic than this.But Mo Ran only hugged the lamp in his arms tightly.

He owes his master, and he doesn’t care about anything else.

He just needs to find the remaining lonely soul of his master.

“Name?”

The gatekeeper yawned and looked up at Mo Ran.

Mo Ran was about to speak, but the guard suddenly froze. He seemed to realize that something was wrong with this person, and suddenly stood up and stared at his face.

“…”

The dark secret is not good, not to mention that he is a person who has died once, and he doesn’t know if his soul is weird. Even if he doesn’t, he is holding the remnant soul of another person in his arms, which is worthy of questioning.But there is no second entrance to the ghost world, so there is no way to escape.

So he had to bite the bullet and look at the guard.

The guard narrowed his eyes.

Mo Ran pretended to be calm and announced his home: “Mo Ran.”

The guard said nothing.

The heart is burning like a drum, but the face is unmoved: “The monks went crazy and became possessed, and died like this. Please send me a photo.”