Yang Shou had a distant look in his eyes, as if he was stuck in a distant memory, "Let's do it."

"The faint sound of the bell sounds far away, and the shadow of the forest is hidden by thousands of crows.

A lifetime of frustration led to today, and no one in the world looked at the setting sun.

The mountains and rivers are broken to welcome victory, but the remaining time is desolate.

In what year did Songju and Songmen dream, and they recognized the ghost town as their hometown."

As soon as this poem came out, all the ghosts looked at each other in shock. How could there be such a depressing congratulatory poem?

The ghosts were about to get angry when suddenly streams of light flew away from Yang Shouyi's body, making his whole figure look much thinner.

"This, what kind of evil method is this..."

The ghosts were shocked, and anyone could see that Yang Shouyi's figure instantly weakened.

Xu Shu's expression remained normal, but he was also horrified in his heart.

The poem he read was the desperate poem written by Yang Shou after he was imprisoned.

At that time, the Jiashen naval battle ended, Zhao Anbang stood up to the thunder, and the peace talks were reached. The court actually regarded it as a diplomatic victory.

Yang Shou was so depressed that he wrote this fatal poem. One month later, he died of injustice.

When Xu Shu read this poem, he originally wanted to get close to Yang Shou, but he didn't expect this effect.

He was deeply afraid that Yang Shouyi would get angry and order a group of ghosts to attack. By then, even if he had a green ring to protect him, he would be reduced to a pile of bones.

"Sigh, there are still people in the world who know me, Yang Shouyi."

Yang Shouyi's expression was agitated, with tears streaming down his face. He cupped his hands at Xu Shu and said, "If it weren't for my little friend, Yang would have been deceived by this incense Daoyuan."

He has been a ghost for more than a year, and he has absorbed too much blood, food and incense. The many messy memories have made him almost forget the past.

Xu Shu suddenly uttered his desperate poem, which shocked his mind and allowed him to take the opportunity to disperse the messy incense Daoyuan.
Chapter completed!