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He walked forward, startling the deep blue fireflies in the depths of the reed flowers, and then he saw a magnificent and peaceful river, more magnificent than any river he had ever seen before, but the flow rate was extremely slow.

There were a few flat boats floating on the river, and the singing of the ferryman floated in the distance: "I entered Lei Yuan, and my limbs were smashed into mud. , the red ants are brilliant. Pecking at my belly, the vultures are boundless... only the soul comes back... only the soul returns..."

Only the soul returns, yesterday is like running water.

He seems to be here before, when?

Step Xianjun looked left and right, everything in front of him was so familiar, but after thinking about it carefully, his mind was empty again.

"Hey you."

Suddenly someone spoke behind him.

He turned around abruptly, but saw nothing but Liu Ying.

The voice was hazy and illusory: "You go forward, I'm right in front."

Although it was annoying to be instructed to do things, he still couldn't hold back his curiosity and walked towards the depths of the reed flowers where the fireflies were flying with a sullen face.

Soon, he saw a dilapidated mill. In the small courtyard overgrown with weeds, there were broken wood and broken tiles. In the very center of the courtyard, a man sat on the pitch-black graphite, with his back to him. myself, looking at the sky.

"Who are you?"

Hearing his voice, the man did not turn back immediately, but sighed: "I may be the one to leave."

"Go? Where are you going?" Before waiting for the man to answer, he asked in a slightly manic mood, "Where is this place?"

"The other side of the soul." The man said, "Have you seen that river? Get on the bamboo raft, follow the waves all the way, and go to the underworld."

"..."

"It will take seven or eight years to be reincarnated. When you enter the door, there will be a guard who will measure your merits and demerits. Those who have sinned deeply will directly escort the eighteen layers of hell." Speaking of these after-death events, the man's tone was still gentle and gentle. , seems to be reliving something old.

"The first floor is called Nanke Township. There is a poor scholar who sells paintings, but he should not be poor now. I burned a lot of paper money for him later. There is also an old man who sells wontons. If you go inside, you will meet Going to a palace, it was built by the fourth prince of the ghost world, by the way, there is also a Shunfeng Building..."

"It's a mess." Ta Xianjun interrupted him impatiently, "What are you trying to say?"

The man was silent for a while, and suddenly asked: "Treading Xianjun, are you afraid of death?"

Stepping Xianjun sneered: "What is there to be afraid of."

"I used to think so too," the man said. "So, I chose to kill myself by taking poison. I used to think that I had nothing in this world and that I was not afraid of death."

After a pause, the man lowered his head.

"But I don't want to go now. He's still here, and I can't let him go."

After saying these words, the man gently jumped from the graphite, and from the dark shadow, circled under the clear moonlight. The wind on the other side of the Soul River picked up, and for a while, fluttering and misty, the fireflies gathered and scattered.

Stepping Xianjun's expression changed slightly: "...is it you?"

The ink burned towards him, the heart was empty, it was a black hole with air leakage, his eyebrows and eyes were smooth, the bridge of his nose was high, and Zhou Zheng's face looked so heroic. He was almost the same as when Ta Xianjun first saw it in Jiaoshan, but at this moment, he seemed more calm, and he no longer had the confusion and fear at that time.

"How do you..."

"As you can see, I'm not alive."

"..."

"But I don't know why, I don't seem to be the same as others. The first seven has passed, but there is no black and white impermanence asking me to enter the underworld. I have been swimming here."

Step Xianjun narrowed his eyes slightly.

"You don't have to be nervous. My spiritual core is in your body, and I naturally can't live." Mo Ran turned his eyes to Hao dàng Soul River and said softly, "But I don't want to go... I want to go back."

Hearing what he said, Ta Xianjun was stunned at first, then raised his hand to caress his chest, and after a few silences, he suddenly twisted a slightly sinister smile: "Your spiritual core is here in this seat? That is to say ...Hua Binan succeeded? He did it, the seat will soon be free to come and go, and you can—"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by ink burning.

The ink burned his head and looked at him lightly: "Do you know who Hua Binan is?"

"..."

He walked towards Ta Xianjun, got closer, raised his fingers with white light scattered in nothingness, and lightly tapped between Ta Xianjun's eyebrows.

"Actually, it is useless to tell you. You have been manipulated by him here, and he will remove many things that are not conducive to his manipulation of you. However, since you still have a wisp of consciousness, you should remember some things. Well...don't be so ignorant and pushy."

I don't know why, at the moment when the ink burned and touched him, Ta Xianjun suddenly felt the pain in the skull, and it seemed that there were scattered fragments passing by at a high speed.

"what are you doing?!"

The ink burned and didn't answer, just held his face, very quiet, and looked at him sadly: "If you can know the truth of everything, that's fine."

"you……"

"Even if I leave, I can leave with peace of mind."

Ta Xianjun gritted his teeth and said: "What is the truth?! What a mess! You let this seat go!" As he said, he wanted to break free from the shackles of ink burning, but his strength was like

It was all squandered on cotton wool, and the spell and legs passed through the translucent body of the man in front of him.

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