poor house

How on earth are we going to get out of this place?Looking back at the same darkness behind him as in front of him, Wu Xie, who was touching the lighter, hesitated.I was blown by ghosts twice, and at that time it was obvious that ghosts would be attracted by firelight.If he ignites the fire again, will he become the target of being attacked by ghosts?But if you don't light the fire, no matter how you walk in such a place with no sense of direction, you will just go around in circles.

And, what exactly is here.

If it's just an ordinary underground, then the only possibility is the tomb.But no matter whether he was lighting with a mobile phone or a lighter, Wu Xie was sure that what he saw was still darkness, and there was no evidence like a tomb at all.But if this is not a tomb, then why are there so many ghosts gathered here?And the voice said that he and the ghost are almost the same——

Speaking of which, why did he say that he gave himself life?Could it be that he was his original and original father?Since he is a father, how could he treat his child like this?

Wu Xie, whose brain was spinning rapidly, was thinking as he walked, if this is not a tomb or underground, could it be the underworld?Startled by this sudden thought, Wu Xie couldn't help but feel the coolness on his back again.But if this is the underworld, how did he get here?Carefully recalling some fragments that seemed to be missed, Wu Xie frowned and brought the memory back to the time when he was in the guest house and found that there was a time difference between his own time and Beijing time.

At that time, which room on the second floor was the door I pushed open last.

If I had mistook the guest house, which was also constructed in Huizhou style, as a humble house, then whose room was the door I pushed open?

While walking and thinking, the hand that was playing with the lighter finally pressed down unconsciously, and the fire that suddenly appeared in front of him startled Wu Xie himself.Just as he was about to let go, he suddenly saw a boy who didn't look so scary from the back squatting beside the fire.

Some hesitated to consider whether to just ignore him and turn off the lighter, or go forward and ask where this place is.The jumping flames were burning brightly, and the figure of the boy squatting on the ground seemed to be shaking with the light.

"That—" After taking a deep breath and making full mental preparations, Wu Xie finally decided to ask what exactly this place is.Slowly squatting down and getting close to the still intact figure, Wu Xie choked all the words before he could say the words behind him, but was choked back by the ghost who turned his head suddenly.

Although the back view didn't seem to be a big problem, when he turned around, Wu Xie realized that his whole body was like a skeleton that had been eaten clean by wild beasts, with strands of flesh hanging precariously from his ribs, and The entire internal organs have been emptied.

Staring blankly at the bloody face, Wu Xie's eyes widened in disbelief. This ghost is actually himself?It turned out to be the one who was eaten by Zhang Qiling and only had a head left?

Trying to stabilize his legs and stand up, the shock in front of him has already surpassed any hell before.He turned around as if trying to escape, but was scared back again and again by another ghost that suddenly caught his eyes.

It was still Wu Xie's face, but the whole face was covered with bluish-black spots, and the exposed body was also covered with large pieces of carrion that looked like it had been eaten by moths.The blood-red eyes were empty and lifeless, just staring blankly at the fire in Wu Xie's hand.

There were more and more footsteps in my ears, and Wu Xie, who was lighting a lighter, stood there in astonishment, and found that although the ghosts surrounding him had different death patterns, they were all him.

The strong visual impact caused Wu Xie's brain to lose its response instantly. He just stared blankly at the more and more ghosts. Some of them seemed to have died from corpse poison, some were shot by arrows, and some were burned to death. There was even one that appeared to have committed suicide.Resisting the discomfort in his stomach, Wu Xie finally understood why people should drink Mengpo soup after death to forget their past.If you can remember how you died in your previous life as soon as you close your eyes, you will become a madman sooner or later.

But why are there so many ghosts of oneself?Since it is dead, it should have been reincarnated, why is it here?The hand holding the lighter trembled a little. This eerie darkness had already confused Wu Xie too much. If this continues, what else would he see?

Finally, he completely gave up the idea of ​​using firelight for lighting. When Wu Xie, who was surrounded by a group of ghosts, was about to let go of the lighter, he suddenly stopped.Holding the lighter and lighting it slightly forward, Wu Xie's eyes widened in surprise, staring fixedly at the one in the group of Wu Xie wearing modern attire, who was clearly himself four years ago.

Although he was seriously injured at that time, he didn't die. Why did he appear here?Already unable to comprehend the scene in front of him at all, Wu Xie took a step forward to catch the ethereal figure and ask him clearly, but he clearly saw his eyes meeting her own.

The other souls just looked at the firelight, but he was the only one who looked into his own eyes.

"You—" opened his mouth and didn't know what to say, Wu Xie stared blankly at him who stretched out his hand and pointed in a certain direction.

Is this showing me the way? !Immediately thought of what this meant, Wu Xie was about to ask some more questions, but the group of ghosts around him seemed to have sensed something, and they all blew faintly at the glowing firelight at the same time.

Light, gone.

I don't know when the dark clouds that climbed all over the sky hung over the small temple, as if God also remembered the tragedy he had witnessed, and the gusts of wind seemed to be his heavy sigh.

Although Heixiazi and Xie Yuhua had prepared themselves mentally for the scene they saw, they were still no match for the bloody eyes.It's like watching a documentary that makes people feel so heavy that they are about to cry, and one of the protagonists is standing in front of me at this moment, reviewing the killing that year with me.

"Mute..." Even the blind man couldn't adjust the atmosphere as usual, he patted Zhang Qiling's tense shoulders, and what he wanted to say finally turned into a long sigh.

"This is already thousands of years ago." Although Wu Xie and Zhang Qiling had long expected that they would have formed a relationship, Xie Yuhua didn't expect it to be this far. "Xiaoxie is still alive and well, little brother, you don't need to blame yourself for it."

Just shaking his head vigorously, the veins on Zhang Qiling's forehead were all tense with anger.

"It seems that this is the direct reason why you became Hanba." The blind man recalled Zhang Qiling who was avoiding the catastrophe that he picked up at that time. Although he was Hanba, he didn't seem to know what it was for him.If it wasn't for the coincidence that Zhang Qiling rescued the troubled Xie, and Xi begged herself for this favor, Zhang Qiling would have been smashed to pieces by Tianlei long ago.

"I never thought of being a Hanba." Said coldly, Zhang Qiling's dark eyes were still full of anger that could not subside.Maybe at that time, I really longed for Wu Xie, but the too strong vitality in Wu Xie has been deterring me.Zhang Qiling, who was still a little zombie at the time, only felt that he was very satisfied with being able to follow Wu Xie. How could he suddenly become so beastly and split Wu Xie into his belly.

"It's all over." Patting Zhang Qiling's shoulder again, the blind man tried to make him relax. "No matter what, you and Xiaotianzhen have finally achieved a positive result, that's enough."

"But the curse on Wu Xie's body has not been eliminated." The usual indifferent tone was full of anger, dragging that person's blessing, Zhang Qiling finally remembered everything thoroughly.The memories that had been lost with his every evolution and growth finally returned to Zhang Qiling's mind under this strong stimulation.

"Curse?" Hei Xiazi turned his head to look at Xie Yuhua, as if asking him if he had noticed a curse on Wu Xie before.

"If this is a curse, then it makes sense." Xie Yuhua frowned and said, "However, Xiaoxie has been reincarnated so many times in only a thousand years, because almost every time he reincarnated, Don't live past 35."

"35 years old?" Suddenly thinking of the ten-year limit between Wu Xie and Zhang Qiling, the blind man couldn't help being secretly surprised that the last year of Wu Xie's life would stop when he was 34 years old.

"Why did you curse Wu Xie like this?" Xie Yuhua tried to talk to the voice that had been silent for a long time, "Why didn't you speak?"

"He's gone." Being suppressed and unable to use much power, and having several people share a memory at the same time has drained all his current energy.Zhang Qiling gripped the black gold ancient knife tightly, wishing to tear his corpse into thousands of pieces.

"Mute, do you know why Wu Xie was so cursed?" What kind of resentment can last for thousands of years?Or, is this the power of the dragon?

"Because of me." Said lightly, Zhang Qiling recalled the memory that he had forgotten for thousands of years, and began to narrate with some struggle.

When Zhang Qiling finally came to his senses in the pouring rain with Wu Xie's remains in his arms, all the vegetation in the forest was burned to ashes as if it was a fire in his experience.Staring blankly at the smiling face in his arms, Zhang Qiling didn't even understand what he did just now.

Why do I have to kneel here holding a head?Who is the owner of this head?Under the impact of that powerful force, Zhang Qiling, who had become a Hanba, completely forgot about the body in his arms.