The master of metaphysics is trying to break up again

"boom--"

Just a little bit, and you can get out of this place.

But right in front of him, the seven-star thunder mark exploded, and the fire spread instantly.

The gravel suddenly splashed up, and then fell down like raindrops. The scorching air waves were mixed with the dancing flames, as if they were going to dye half of the sky a bright fiery red.

The world around twists, spins, and collapses, just like that nightmarish day.

On that day, someone once yelled at him in such a sea of ​​flames—"You devil, let me see how you will die in the end!"

"Is this how I died?"

In the scorching hot world like purgatory, Lin Xuekuang had such a thought in his mind: "It's too funny."

He remembered that when he was young, his parents were loving and his family was well-off, but because of his mother's terminal illness, all happiness collapsed. Even if his father exhausted his savings and owed a huge sum of money, he could not save his mother's life.

The mother died, and the father was in great pain. He was seriously ill for several days, but he got up from the hospital bed with grief and slowly recovered—because he had to raise his son to grow up.

The father and son agreed to live a good life so that their mother could rest assured.My father worked hard to earn money, and after paying off his debts, he went to school, and at the end of the semester, he took back his certificate of merit and posted it at home.

But when the pain was gradually healed by the red dust and fireworks in the world, his father died in a car accident on the way home in order to earn extra money to buy him a gift with a certificate.

He became an orphan.

Relatives pushed him away like a football for a while, and Lin Xuekuang was taken to a Taoist temple by his master. From then on, he began to learn Taoist magic, feng shui psychic, and at the same time he was able to continue his studies in school.

He knows that opportunities are not easy to come by, and he works very hard. His greatest dream is to be admitted to the university where his father taught, and at the same time, to help the master to carry forward the sect.

However, his master disappeared during a demon slaying. On the eve of the college entrance examination, he learned that his father's death was mysteriously related to an illegal organization, so he was sent to that organization as an undercover agent by the Metaphysics Association.

Four years.

This time is enough to change all the habits of a person, and he behaves like a member of that organization.Some admire him, some envy him, some trust him, and some hate him.

Even occasionally, at a certain moment, he would be in a trance, really thinking that he was a part of this place, and under the illusion that this place was the final destination.

Until the order to cooperate with the operation was issued, the huge organization was uprooted by their internal and external cooperation. Before leaving, he set a fire according to the orders of his superiors, forcing all those who hid and resisted to disarm and show up.

The flames at that time were like today, and the flames were soaring into the sky, but he felt that the whole world was dark and cold.

Those who cheered for victory and those who cursed for failure were like evil spirits dancing wildly in hell, and he was one of them.

His hands are full of blood, his heart is full of dust, but he has nothing to say, no way to retreat.

Lin Xuekuang doesn't like to reminisce about the past, but probably his life is about to end, and the bony past comes like a torrent in this similar scene.

He used to think that everything was over, that he could be deeply buried with the past, and that he could return to a normal life and have a small home as his home.

So, he was with Xie Wenyuan.

The end result is only to further confirm to him that all desires are extravagant.

All the pain has already left imprints on his soul. He likes to be alone, he keeps his mouth shut about the past, and his heart is more vigilant and closed than ordinary people, but Xie Wenyuan has a strong desire to possess and control. People who are extremely paranoid about feelings.

The two have different personalities, and they can quarrel 365 times a year, 730 days a year. He thought about breaking up after two days of cleanliness. Xie Wenyuan, a bastard, promised well on the surface, but turned around and took him away after he was accidentally injured and unconscious. Locked up at home.

Not only did he keep watching, but he also set up a lot of formations outside, just to prevent him from leaving his side.

Today, I managed to catch a chance for Xie Wenyuan to go out. Lin Xuekuang broke through several checkpoints, and he was about to regain his freedom. Who would have thought that the last formation he encountered was set by Xie Wenyuan with his magic weapon, the Seven Star Thunder Fire Seal? Desperate Formation.

——The magic circle is connected with Xie Wenyuan's life, and only when Xie Wenyuan dies can the magic circle be broken.

In other words, if the magic circle is broken, he will die.

Lin Xuekuang knew that Xie Wenyuan was gambling.

Bet on whether Lin Xuekuang would run away;

Bet that if he escapes, can he successfully break through the gate;

I also bet that if he has come to this point, will he think freedom is more important, or Xie Wenyuan's life is more important.

He knotted Dao Yinjia and punched towards the eye of the formation. Originally, he wanted to test the depth of the formation, but unexpectedly, the seven-star thunder mark, which was used as a magic weapon to suppress the formation, exploded all of a sudden, causing the fire.

Parents, mentors, best friends, lovers, enemies... Faces flashed through his mind, some loved him, some hated him, but now, love and hate are far away, and he has been chasing after him all his life. I kept it, but it turned out that everything was a dream, a mirage.

but……

But even so, he never thought of dying!

This life was bestowed upon him by his parents; he earned it back through gritting his teeth through countless dangers; the enemy desperately wanted to take it away, but so many people sacrificed their lives to get it for him.

Only by living can I live up to everything they have done. I have to live.Lin Xuekuang thought.

The more fate wants me to give up, the more I can't admit defeat.

It's easy to fall, but hard to get up.Panting violently, he raised his knees little by little, straightened his waist, and raised his head.

A light blade made of condensed mana emerged from his hand, like a proud moonlight.

Facing the raging fire, he raised his hand and swung it forward with all his strength——

Then, all the danger in front of him collapsed like an illusion in an instant, and disappeared with the night wind and the snow.

The fire didn't hurt him at all, but a sense of dizziness like weightlessness came, engulfing his consciousness in darkness.

When he regained consciousness, Lin Xuekuang found himself standing at the door of a funeral home.

It was in the evening, the sound of rain was pattering, and there was a mist of water vapor in front of me, and the lights of thousands of houses in the streets in the distance dimmed into a sea of ​​grotesques under the rain.

The autumn wind blew his clothes, and there was a faint cry from inside the funeral parlor, adding to the desolation in this weather.

What is this place?

Not long ago, it was snowing heavily around, and it was clearly still the middle of winter, and the fire caused by the explosion was burning in front of us, but now, not only the fire and the courtyard are gone, but even the seasons have changed, and I don’t know what went wrong.

Lin Xuekuang frowned lightly, feeling that everything was a bit inexplicable.

He casually touched his pocket, thankful that the phone was still there, but after taking it out, he was startled.

Although this mobile phone is also a smart phone, the screen is several times smaller than the one he is using, and it is also very light in the hand. It has a plastic feel, at least it is an old model a few years ago.

For example, when he returned to China for graduate study more than four years ago, there was such a...

exactly the same...

An unlikely idea suddenly came to Lin Xuekuang's mind. He turned on the screen of his phone, and the time on it was November 11, four years ago.

Lin Xuekuang slowly raised his head, only to see a tall and thin young man reflected in the glass door of the funeral home in front of him.

His facial features are handsome and elegant, with a bookish look, and his complexion is extremely fair. He is wearing a long black coat. Ningyuan, deep, lonely and silent.

The young man in the mirror was looking back at Lin Xuekuang coldly with the same expression.

It's him, but it's not him. The body four years ago is combined with the soul four years later. It's weird like a resurrection.

——It turned out to be reborn.

According to the date on the phone, it should be more than four years ago. Not long after he returned to China for graduate school, he was standing at the door of the funeral home, dressed in black, as if he was planning to attend someone's funeral.

Lin Xuekuang thought about it, but his previous memory was a bit fuzzy. After all, his job was psychic catching ghosts. In the past three days, he had to deal with funeral parlors, cemeteries, and crematoria. The scene in front of him was so familiar that it was difficult Identify the specific situation to face.

At this time, he heard a voice coming from under the canopy outside the canteen not far away:

"...Yes, it's the one who held the funeral today. How about I say that this girl died strangely! Who of you has ever heard of people who can strangle themselves to death? Anyway, I have opened a canteen next to the funeral home for so many years. I have never seen such a strange thing.”

Another person's voice asked cautiously: "Boss, you mean...their school is haunted?"

It seems that the first person who spoke was the owner of the canteen. He gave a disdainful "tss" and shook his head and said, "What the hell is going on? There are no ghosts in the world! Let me tell you, with my Experience, there may be something shady here, so the family dare not say it, so they have to hide it. Otherwise, there are many people in a dormitory, why no one else has an accident, and she is the only one? Tsk tsk, the little girl goes to school. Go to school well, don't check it too much, and you will get into trouble sooner or later."

Lin Xuekuang wiped the drizzle off his body and walked into the canteen.

It was opened by a middle-aged couple. The proprietress was knitting sweaters watching TV behind the cash register, while the boss stood at the door chatting nonsense with a customer.

No one paid any attention to Lin Xuekuang. He stood behind the shelf and picked out umbrellas. He listened to the content of the conversation between the two, and he remembered what happened now.

The deceased who held the funeral this time was a girl in their class named Huang Jingshan. Not long ago, she accidentally died in the dormitory, and the way of death was very strange—she strangled herself to death .

As the owner of the canteen said, this is not in line with common sense. The self-protection mechanism of the human body has an instinctive response. Even if you deliberately pinch yourself hard, you will definitely let go when you are on the verge of death.

But Huang Jingshan's body was already stiff when it was discovered, but her hands were still pinched tightly around her neck, leaving purple bruises, and even the neck bone was crushed.

Other than that, she had no other injuries, and the doors of the dormitory and the balcony were locked.

Everyone else in the dormitory ate in the cafeteria and also had ample alibi.

So in the end, although Huang Jingshan's parents were not reconciled, the case could only be left unsolved.

This incident is quite bizarre, enough to fully arouse people's nature of gossip. Probably many versions have been circulated in various speculations.

Lin Xuekuang smiled lightly, casually took an umbrella and walked out, saying: "Pay the bill."

The proprietress was busy with her hands, so the boss stopped talking and walked over to look at the umbrella in Lin Xuekuang's hand: "This is the 32."

The light illuminated his face. It was a very mediocre face, but with sunken moles, thick cheeks and messy lip lines, and a faint gray and black color between the brows.

This face...

Lin Xuekuang took out his wallet, took out the money, and casually said: "Boss, I would like to make a suggestion. If you want to live a smooth life, men also have to be disciplined. Sexual services are illegal, so be careful that you may run into ghosts someday."

He stunned the boss with a single sentence, turned around and saw the wife who was knitting the sweater suddenly raised her head, staring at him with burning eyes, suddenly panicked, and hurriedly said: "How do you know... no, what nonsense are you talking about?" ! You slandered me—”

Lin Xuekuang found the change, raised his hand and threw it behind the boss, shrugged and smiled, "Do you have any?"

The 32 bills fluttered past the cheek of the shop owner with the sound of the wind, and fell into the half-open money drawer behind the cash register.

The owner of the canteen opened his mouth halfway, but didn't say a word after that, his eyes seemed to see an ancient martial arts master.

But then, the proprietress dropped the sweater and jumped up, twisting his ears.

Lin Xuekuang turned around and left, behind him was the boss's wife's scolding and the boss's screams:

"Is what he said true? Did you go whoring again? You can't change your shit-eating bastard! Pack your bed and leave, I won't let you go..."

After leaving the canteen, Lin Xuekuang went back outside the funeral home.

The few wreaths at the door have been wet by the rain, with black and white photos of the deceased pasted on them, and the elegiac couplets on both sides read "Losing my beloved daughter, worrying about Qianjie, crying heartbroken father: Huang Yongkang Weeping blood and mourning" a line of words.

After being reminded, Lin Xuekuang also remembered that he had indeed experienced this in his previous life, but when Huang Jingshan died, he happened to go to a meeting with his mentor in other places, and only heard the news after he came back, only in time for the memorial service.

Since he was not very familiar with the other party, he went inside to bow in silence, put down the gift money and left, but he didn't know that the specific details of this case were so bizarre.

It is true that Huang Jingshan has nothing to do with him, but is his rebirth really a coincidence?Any accidental occurrence should always have a certain inevitability.

Since this day, this place, and even this person don't have any special meaning to Lin Xuekuang, then why is he reborn here?Is there any hidden secret related to him in this case?

Although it should be a good thing to have a chance to do it all over again, Lin Xuekuang has been unlucky since he was a child, and he is always skeptical about this kind of pie that fell from the sky.

No one came over for a while, Lin Xuekuang walked to the wreath, pretended to wipe off the rain, and put his finger on Huang Jingshan's forehead.

"I ask for the consonant language, to command ghosts and supernatural powers."

"Huang Jingshan." He asked, "Do you have any complaints in your heart?"

After Lin Xuekuang finished speaking, he waited for a while, and saw that the smiling girl in the black and white photo slowly pursed her lips, widened her eyes, and changed into a very angry expression.

Then, she opened and closed her mouth, and actually spoke to Lin Xuekuang.

"I didn't want to commit suicide! It was just that when I was resting on the bed, my two hands suddenly grabbed my neck uncontrollably and kept tightening. I was very scared, but I couldn't struggle no matter what. I could only watch myself Being strangled to death! This feeling is really terrifying!"

She began to cry: "My mother died of dystocia when I was just born, and my father and I are the only ones at home. Although our relationship is not very good, but he is old and can't move in the future, who cares about him? Also, there is me I made an agreement with my boyfriend to go to his house at the end of the year. I finally got into the master’s degree this year. The postgraduate entrance examination is so difficult... I’m not reconciled, I’m really not reconciled! I don’t even know who the murderer is! Who the hell is it? Want to kill me?!"

Some noisy footsteps and human voices came from behind, and another group of mourners came over, and Huang Jingshan had finished speaking.

The person in the photo returned to normal in an instant, and the girl smiled peacefully, as if everything just now was just an illusion.

Lin Xuekuang slid down his fingertips, wiped off the rain on the photo, hung it up, and said in a low voice, "I see, don't worry."

At this time, someone had already approached him, put his hand on Lin Xuekuang's shoulder from behind, and asked, "Hey, Xuezi, why are you standing here and not leaving? It's so cold outside, go in."

Lin Xuekuang turned his head, only to see his roommate Wu Mengyu standing behind him with a smile, no matter how many years he hadn't seen him, he still had that cynical character.

He reminded: "You came to express your condolences."

"Ah, what I'm talking about is, I'll adjust my facial expression." Wu Mengyu rubbed his cheeks vigorously, made a serious expression on his face, and said, "Let's go."

The other party also told him the same in the previous life. At that time, Lin Xuekuang replied: "You go, I won't enter the inner hall." But this time, he said "OK" and walked in with Wu Mengyu .