It's a celestial master, not a Taoist priest

Feng Quan realized that after breaking through the space of the Yin spirit that he had assimilated with the word spirit, he came to the remaining memory of that Yin spirit.

He still had doubts in his heart, he hadn't been able to save that Yin spirit at all, and he couldn't even touch the other's soul.It wasn't until I saw the scene in front of me that I suddenly understood.

Maybe the real Yin spirit itself has long since disappeared.What he saw was only his remnant memory that appeared through Lu Gongzi and Zi Ling.

Before Feng Quan recognized that it was a residential area close to the middle school, the evening sky was a bit gloomy.

Before he could find anything, he heard the sound of a vehicle colliding on one side.Feng Quan found the source of the sound and looked over.

It was a small tram used for express delivery that was overturned to the ground. It was smashed into pieces, and the packages inside were scattered on the road.The vehicle involved in the accident quickly drove away with a broken front.Press over the courier boy in the gray overalls on the ground.

Blood flowed all over the place, and many people gathered around.

The police arrived soon, dispersed the crowd, and leaned over to talk to the dying courier brother.The person lying on the ground was in a trance, and the phone rang in his hand, and was connected by the police.

But he clearly heard the voice on the phone.

"Hello, are you Wenwei's family?"

"What's Wen Wei? My courier, it will arrive in 10 minutes as promised, and I've been waiting downstairs for half an hour."

"That's right, Wen Wei had a car accident..."

"What? A car accident! Then what about my package, how will the courier company compensate me, and delay my time..."

The policeman and the other party chattered endlessly, and the scene in front of Wenwei's eyes became more and more blurred.

Then Feng Quan heard the voice in the other party's heart:

"Go to hell."

"It's wrong for you to think that way." Feng Quan sighed and stretched out a hand.

The spiritual power gathered suddenly, and the overwhelming tide came.The scene also changed rapidly, and finally Feng Quan closed his palm.

"Caught."

It was as if a mass of memory was dissipating, and when the eyes dimmed, the scene completely disappeared, and Feng Quan's hands also returned to being empty.

Feng Quan closed his eyes and raised his head: "Come out. Do you think you are so shameless by appearing through others? Huh? Mr. Lu?"

Feng Quan noticed it, and the eyes peeping at him from above became panicked.The word spirit couldn't assimilate him, an outsider, and he broke the Yin spirit that was used by Mr. Lu and was part of his spirit, and Mr. Lu himself didn't seem to have the courage to show up.

Then he noticed that there were three forces gathering towards Lu Gongzi above.It seemed that he was finally about to impose the final measure on him.

Feng Quan stood on the spot without moving, thinking of Yin Cong who had just separated from him.

The power above is accumulating, Feng Quan can feel the pressure of this space, as if he wants to rebuild it into a cage.

The surrounding Zilings were stained with resentment and desire, floating like gray fluff, Feng Quan didn't care about it.

Until, suddenly, all oppression is gone.

As if the world was silent, Feng Quan opened his eyes and stood again in the empty neighborhood.It was very dark, but there was a faint star overhead.

But at this time, outside, Yi Bai who came in through the window threw the knocked out Young Master Lu aside, clapped his hands, turned around and pulled Yi Liang in.

"This Mr. Lu is really harmful. There is really no one in the whole city except him."

After Yi Liang came in, Yi Bai arranged his clothes and hair. He was a little helpless, looking down at Yi Bai's rough hands with calluses.

After Yi Bai tidied up Yi Liang's clothes, he turned his head and saw the magnificent city building model that covered the entire room, his eyes lit up, and he touched Yi Liang:

"Hey, Liangliang, look at this, it's pretty. I'll move it back and use it as a toy for you?"

Yi Liang looked at him helplessly.Yi Bai pinched his face, "Okay, forget it."

Yi Liang asked, "What should I do?"

Yi Bai raised his chin, "Over there is the manuscript of this man's novel."

Yi Liang pondered for a while, "I see."

Yi Bai found a place to sit down, crossed his legs, and watched Yi Liang bend down to pick up the manuscript papers facing the floor one by one, and arrange them neatly on the table next to him.I found the last unfinished manuscript in order, picked up the pen, and wrote something on it.

In the next moment, the city miniature model laid out on the ground disintegrated little by little like sand.

He walked behind Yi Liang, touched his chin, "Is this done?"

Yi Liang stared at the scattered models for a long while, until there was nothing left, he said suddenly:

"Yi Bai, there are still many good people in this world, right?"

Yi Bai shrugged, "Maybe." He raised his head to look at Yi Liang's drooping eyelashes, then raised his hand to stroke his head.

"That's why I brought you here to get in touch with these, because since you can see it, you must understand that people are very indifferent."

Yi Liang turned to look at him.

"We are different, different from others, and it is abnormal in the eyes of others. You don't have to blend in with them, just be yourself and be happy."

Yi Liang pursed his lips and nodded.

Yi Bai said: "It's good to know. In the future, you don't have to be embarrassed to tell my brother if you call your parents because of conflicts with your classmates. Don't be too boring..."

Yi Liang said helplessly: "I know, don't worry."

The two walked out the door and left Fengyuan Community.And in Mr. Lu's home, on the top sheet of manuscript paper on the table, after the terminal words were written words in another person's handwriting:

Silence and sound are false, and the world built by the peepers is about to collapse.

The word spirit was disintegrating, and Feng Quan was pulled into Mr. Lu's memory.

This is a high school, and Feng Quan can still recognize its outline many years later.Sitting in the middle is the younger Lu Tian, ​​who doesn't have a pseudonym "Lu Gongzi" yet. He has an ordinary appearance, chatting and laughing with the classmates next to him.

Seems like an ordinary person.His academic performance is mediocre, his appearance is not eye-catching, he gets along well with his classmates, and has an amiable personality.

Such a superficially ordinary person would secretly place listening and monitoring equipment in toilets and bathrooms when no one is around.When I was alone at night, I wore headphones fascinatedly, and sat in front of the computer with an intoxicated expression, looking at other people's secrets.

He would keep many pets, keep them in a small cage, and sit in front of the cage and stare at them all night.

But in school and among the crowd, he was trembling like walking on thin ice, not daring to reveal that he was different from others for a moment.He blends himself into the crowd, and there is nothing worthy of attention in the eyes of others.

To fit in, one has to be like them.

The crowd always wants to exclude "heretics". He has witnessed classmates being bullied and strangers being bullied online.He complacently searches for other people's stories.

Later, he went from junior high school to high school, from high school to university, worked smoothly, and started a family.

This is the path that most people are programmed to take, and the path that all people take for granted.

It's all the same, because it's about being a human being who can live a good life like everyone else.

In the end, the power of this world was exhausted, and the memory belonging to Mr. Lu was suddenly shattered.It turned into gray catkins all over the world, Feng Quan still stood where he was, reaching out to pick it up.

Then the other hand was held by a small, soft, warm hand.

He turned his head to look, Yin Cong pursed his lips and looked at him with a small face. "it's over?"

Feng Quan held his hand instead, "It's over."

"Where is Mr. Lu?"

"Don't care about him, he is just a loser who is not free in reality. I just feel a little bit emotional."

Yin Cong asked: "What?"

"People are half walking in the world and half hidden in the darkness. I have never seen a man like Mr. Lu who can assimilate the two and can spy on the thoughts of ghosts. But...it has nothing to do with me."

He looked at the dust floating in the air, and there might be some people's secret memories floating in it.

"People are the most capable, but also the most indifferent. I really don't know what they care about."

Yin Cong tugged at him, urging: "Then don't think about it. Let's go."

Feng Quan smiled brightly, picked Yin Cong up, and threw him up, "Okay!"

One step out, into reality.

They are located in a street outside the middle school, next to a community.The sky was very dark, and the stars appeared one by one, but soon the light dimmed again, because on the completely dark road, the lights of the rooms in the residential area, the street lights that had been silent for a long time, and the lights of passing cars were turning on one by one .

——Wanjia lights.

Two worlds, the real and the fake, are merging together.

Yin Cong looked into the distance with his hands on Feng Quan's shoulders, and asked, "Go back to the hotel first?"

"No hurry." Feng Quan said.He smiled mysteriously, "Take you to a place first."

His fingers quickly drew a diversion symbol in the air, and the next moment the two of them appeared outside the brightly lit but deserted playground.Feng Quan hugged Yin Xiaopao to the playground and bought [-] tickets from the unmanned ticket vending machine.

Put the children's ticket into Yin Cong's hand, and said: "Take it, I will take you to play."

Yin Cong didn't refuse. He stared intently at the facilities in the playground, feeling a little surprised.

"Which one should we play first?" Feng Quan asked Yin Cong's opinion.Yin Cong looked towards the direction of the Ferris wheel, hesitantly said: "...that, it's running."

Feng Quan hugged Yin Cong as he sat on the Ferris wheel, and said, "I've never sat on a Ferris wheel, but I read online that the two people who kiss when the Ferris wheel reaches its highest point can be together for a lifetime..."

Yin Cong quietly glanced at Feng Quan, and forced himself to calm down, "...um."

The scenery outside slowly rose, but Feng Quan's arms suddenly felt heavy.He looked down, and the three-year-old Yin Cong, who was originally in his arms, had recovered his youthful figure, and now he was wearing a tight and torn top, with trousers that had slipped off due to his growing body, and was almost naked. The body straddles him.

And Feng Quan didn't care about Yin Cong's ridiculous clothes now, and Yin Cong didn't care about the extremely uncomfortable top he was wearing.Because at this time the Ferris wheel has reached the top position.