night confusion

With a cold smile, he put aside all the so-called past and the so-called past, and firmly thought, I am just me, just invisible.Those images suddenly fell apart in his mind, pale and broken, and he returned to the peaceful darkness again.

Slowly opening his eyes, he suddenly found that the dense fog had dispersed unknowingly, and there was only a silent and pale man in front of him, wearing a black military uniform, holding a bamboo pole in front of him and walking slowly. paddling a bamboo raft.

"Your willpower is firm, and many people can't even pass this first test." The person in front said lightly, without any emotion, neither congratulatory nor ironic.

Wuying just looked at his back, straight and lonely, which made him feel a sense of déjà vu, as if there was someone like him all the time, not talking or meddling, just doing his own thing, Repeating the same thing every day, but never caring about anything, living is waiting to die.

And that person is none other than himself.However, he suddenly felt that this person in front of him might be a little bit more lonely than him, he could still wait for death while alive, everyone must die after all, and this person is already dead...

"Although I am alive, I am already dead. Although you are dead, you are still alive." Wuying usually doesn't talk much, but at this moment, he suddenly couldn't help but say such a rude and even abrupt sentence to the person in front of him. Come.

Sure enough, the body of the ghost punter froze slightly for a moment, and then continued to speak in that tone without any emotion. "Life is death, and death is life. Who lives and who dies, life dies. Who is life? Who is death?"

His words, although babbling, seemed to have a profound realm, which made Wuying feel melancholy and emotional for a moment.

But there was no time for him to think about it, the voice of that person began to become far and near, like a dream, he barely heard it. "Concentrate your mind... a hundred evils will not invade..."

Startled for a moment, he raised his head again, but he could no longer see the person who punted in front of him.The surrounding scene changed again, there were chopped corpses and blood clots everywhere, even after rolling in the bloody storm for so long, he couldn't help frowning, looking at those wriggling flesh, looking at those crippled With his arms broken, he couldn't help but close his eyes again.

I silently recited the phrase in my heart, 'Concentrate the mind, and a hundred evils will not invade'.But the smell of blood at the tip of his nose became more and more intense, and he gradually felt something wriggling under his feet, and the next moment his calf was hugged tightly, the wet and sticky feeling slowly stained his trouser legs, and then moistened Wet his calf.

That feeling was so real that he couldn't help hesitating for a moment.Then he noticed more and more things squirming towards this side. He just stood still, but the spiritual consciousness of a martial artist slowly spread, so even if he didn't open his eyes, he could still use his heart. I saw more and more bloody things approaching here.

I can't tell what it is, the death looks terrible, but they are still dying, even like they have been hungry for days and nights, seeing him is like a bee seeing nectar.

"Huh?" There was a sharp pain in his leg, and he couldn't help but snorted in wonder.It hurts? !Attacked by them? !Silently looking down, those things lying around his legs opened their mutilated mouths and began to chew on his calves. He moved slightly, wanting to kick those things away, but thought of this It's just an illusion.

He restrained his mind again and prepared to deal with it properly, but found that the severe pain from his calf was constantly expanding. When he saw it, there were all kinds of bloody things wriggling in all directions, superimposed layer by layer , Some of them have actually climbed up to his thighs.

They were not polite to him, they began to bite down as soon as they climbed up, and the severe pain continued to come, which made his mind a little disordered, and he almost couldn't help struggling and resisting, watching those things bite one bite at a time. Addicted to biting his flesh and blood, staring at him with the two blood holes while eating, bared his teeth and showed a bloody mouth, showing an expression that seemed to be a smile.

He actually laughed too, facing those disgusting things, he suddenly couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Also, such a way to die is not bad." A mocking smile rose from the corner of his mouth.Thinking of the words of the punting ghost, I couldn't help repeating silently, life is death, and death is life.Who lives and who dies, lives and dies.Who is born again?Who is dead again?I am neither alive nor dead, what am I?I am nothing.

Just meditating like this, he raised his eyes and found that those wriggling and disgusting things began to turn into blood and slowly dissipate, fading away like a tide.But what he met was a pair of dark eyes that were as deep as an abyss, but those eyes did not contain anyone's feelings, it was not cold and cold, but it made people feel desolate and hesitant.

It was a pair of eyes that had already seen through everything.Wuying didn't know if people who had been in the underworld for a long time would have such eyes, but he felt that a person with such eyes should definitely not be just an ordinary ghost.

"You're still alive." That wasn't a question, let alone a surprise, it was just a plain statement of the facts.

Wuying raised the corner of his mouth and smiled, "Life is death, and death is life. Even if I live, I am still dead. How can I live?!"

The other party glanced at him, did not answer this sentence, but said it. "The River of Forgetfulness has passed halfway."

Hearing this, Wu Ying took a look around and realized that their trembling bamboo raft, which looked particularly dangerous, had crossed more than half of this weird and unpredictable River of Forgetfulness, with no shore in sight. On the other side, there is only the dark and bottomless Wangchuan River, and the calm and waveless surface of the river hides more dangers.

Wuying sighed, folded his arms around his chest, and knew in his heart that there should be more, but he seemed to have begun to let go of his mind, no matter what, it was just death, and death would not be worse than life, and life would not be worse. Dead is better.

"Excuse me, how long have you been here?" Wuying suddenly became interested in talking with the other party, he always felt that the person in front of him would not be a simple person.

The other party glanced at him, and said somewhat unfathomably. "I have crossed you six times, counting this time, it has been seven times."

What does this sentence mean? It seems that there is a very deep meaning in it, and I really want to have a lot of things in it. Wuying even feels that the other party seems to be hinting at him.