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Thick fog filled the air.

Song Yidao held a compass in his hand, with a serious expression and deep vertical lines between his eyebrows.

However, the north needle on the compass kept spinning crazily, unable to point out the direction for Song Yichang normally, and even fell in the direction of the door of death a few times before swinging away, which meant that he could barely escape from death again.

The official person in charge was terrified when he saw it. He felt as if he was walking on the edge of a knife without taking a step. He didn't dare to touch the ground when he took a step, and his nerves were extremely tense.

Song Daozhang silently recited the mantra of purifying the heart, suppressing the negative emotions that emerged in himself, and wanted to restore his calmness when facing dangerous situations.

But the thick fog with visibility equal to zero has completely lost contact with the outside world, and I don't know the current situation of the outside world...

They are currently in an isolated island of information, and they can neither contact the rescue team behind nor Yan Shixun and others in the front. This kind of dilemma is like standing on a cliff, and if they go further, they may decline into a deep valley. Let Song Dao A little irritated for a long time.

"Daoist Song."

The official person in charge suddenly grabbed Song Yichang's Taoist robe, stopped abruptly, and said to him in a low voice: "That's not right."

The official person in charge looked straight behind the thick fog.

From there, a faint light shone through a thick fog.

Take a silhouette of a person.

It seems that someone is there.

Song Daochang immediately subconsciously calculated in his hands, but just like his hexagram just now, he also failed.

——The thick fog not only blurred their sense of direction, but also made him unable to communicate with the world, blocking his divination ability.

Unable to figure out who the person was by divination, Song Daochang was vigilant and did not rush forward, but pulled the official person in charge to quickly hide to the side, groping for the building he came across, and hid behind the fence.

They held their breath and watched the man staggering through the thick fog, walking towards the direction they were originally standing.

But the next moment, Song Yidao's long eyes and pupils tightened, and he couldn't restrain his surprise.

——That person turned out to be Lu Xingxing who had lost his soul!

Although Song Daochang always hated and scolded this little apprentice for being weak, Lu Xingxing was also a disciple of Haiyun Temple he personally selected after all, not only in terms of talent, but also had a fate with him.

Otherwise, how could Taoist priests like Song Daoist, who was scheduled to be a candidate for the next abbot of Haiyun Temple, accept disciples casually?

Song Daochang liked this little apprentice, even though he always made him angry and challenged him to cultivate himself.

But the youthful spirit and vigor of Lu Xingxing still often make Song Yichang smile unconsciously, feeling the vitality in the world.

But now, the vigor and vitality of Lu Xingxing's body that Mr. Song loved, and even softened his heart, disappeared.

Lu Xingxing was still wearing the clothes he wore at the hotel during the live broadcast, but his clothes were in tatters, and his hair, which had been styled with hairspray, also fell down and fell on his forehead.

Under the cuts made in the clothes, there were faint bloodstains oozing out, and he was holding his abdomen, with a painful expression on his face, as if he had been seriously injured.

Lu Xingxing limped slowly out of the dense fog, his handsome face was covered with bruises and blood, even the corners of his mouth were bleeding.

But what was worse was that Lu Xingxing's face was full of despair.

He is not like a living person, but like a wandering spirit.

All the important things have been lost, and he has no hope of escaping from here, so all thoughts are lost, and life and death have lost their meaning to him.

His eyes looking at the world no longer had the aura of the past, but had become dead.

Song Daochang's heart twitched, and it hurt faintly under the shock.

This is his disciple!

Even if he was so angry that he would break his kung fu and chase and beat him all over the yard, he still had this disciple in his heart.

It is said that parents love the youngest son, and the master also likes the youngest apprentice.

Especially that apprentice himself is full of energy, smiling and acting like a baby.

As long as he is there, Haiyun Temple will never be able to restore its tranquility, and his laughter and confession echo everywhere.

It makes people feel lively and lively.

Song Daochang looked at Lu Xingxing who seemed to have suffered a huge blow at the moment, and for a moment, he didn't care whether there were other dangers in the thick fog, and ran out of the place where he and the official person in charge were hiding, and rushed straight Run to Lu Xingxing.

The official person in charge said "Hey!", and subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab Song Yichang.

But Song Daochang was eager to love his apprentice, and ran quickly, leaving the official person in charge with nothing.

And he grabbed Lu Xingxing's arm, frowned and was about to reprimand him, asking what happened to Lu Xingxing.

But Lu Xingxing turned his head slowly mechanically and looked at Song Yichang in the eyes, which made him startled.

The eyeballs were cloudy and lifeless, not half bright.

Just like the eyes of dead people Song Yichang once saw.

——Or, people who have witnessed too cruel things with their own eyes and completely collapsed because they couldn't bear the blow.

"Xingxing?" Song Yichang called Lu Xingxing tentatively with the majesty of a teacher: "What are you doing here?"

Lu Xingxing just looked straight at Song Yichang, as if he didn't recognize who he was.

And he didn't have the slightest feeling of being held back while walking, as if he had completely lost his reaction to the outside world, and even walking was just a subconscious escape action. In fact, his brain had lost control of his body, and he didn't care about himself at all. doing what.

The official person in charge has always been hiding behind the building, with his hand on the spare charm in his pocket, watching Lu Xingxing vigilantly.

As long as Lu Xingxing behaves slightly wrong, he immediately rushes up with a spell to rescue Song Yichang.

He could understand that Song Daochang was more emotional than rational when facing people close to him, but he also remembered what he saw on the live broadcast before they entered the foggy concession area.

At that time, Mr. Yan had already discovered that in the well house, imagination would materialize into reality.

Although the signal was lost after entering the dense fog, and it is not known what happened after the live broadcast, the official person in charge still roughly deduced from the information disclosed by Yan Shixun at that time that the entire concession area might have this rule.

——Since it was the backlash of the little ghost raised by Chi Yan, who pulled the program crew and the crew into the old Binhai a hundred years ago, the scope of the little ghost's power is more likely to affect the entire concession area, not just one A small well house.

After all, Yan Shixun woke up outside the well house.

Well, the entire concession area has returned to the old coastal style a hundred years ago.

The official person in charge feared that Lu Xingxing was imagined by Master Song because he was worried about his disciples.

He wasn't sure whether this "Lu Xingxing" would be bad for them, or how the kid who hadn't appeared until now would deal with them two people who "trespassed" into the concession area, so all he could do was not relax. Be vigilant.

After all, he and Song Yichang had just experienced such a horrible thing.

Knowing that the concession area covers a vast area, the official person in charge used the excuse of helping Song Yichang drive as an excuse, and entered the concession area with the Taoist chief to look for those who were trapped here and lost contact.

However, just as he was driving Song Daochang across the bridge across the river, the car suddenly blew out.

He was about to get out of the car to check, but Daochang Song's expression changed drastically, and he stopped him with a loud shout, saying that there might be ghosts ambushing outside the car.

Before he could react, he heard a loud noise from the roof, and at the same time, the iron sheet on the roof sagged violently, as if something had hit it.

Not only that, but the whole body made loud noises of "Boom!", "Boom!"

The thick fog outside the car hides the traces of ghosts, and those ghosts are attacking the car body frantically in places they cannot see, trying to shoot them.

The official person in charge was taken aback, but quickly calmed down and analyzed the situation by relying on his years of experience in dealing with ghosts.

Because the incident happened suddenly, and they didn't know the situation in the concession area at first, so the vehicles they drove were not the highest-level special vehicles, but the specifications that normal rescue teams would use.

Even if the car body is made of iron instead of reinforced plastic, they can only last another 5 minutes at most in this posture, and they will face the danger of either being trapped in the iron sheet that was smashed into balls, or getting out of the car to face the ghost.

But that would be too passive.

So the official person in charge quickly discussed with Chief Song, and the two finally decided to get out of the car and take the initiative to attack while the ghost outside the car didn't react.

They gritted their teeth and dropped the first-aid kit in the car, and drove away.

But when they got out of the car, they were stunned.

——It turned out that it was black mist in the shape of human beings who smashed the car.

They lie on the car body, with little hands and feet trying to pull the door and tie the tires, and the black fog keeps bouncing back and forth on the roof of the car, just like naughty children playing on a trampoline.

The official person in charge suddenly remembered the last message Yan Shixun sent him before losing contact.

Be careful with the top of your head.

If these little ghosts didn't choose to attack actively, but kept lying on the roof of the car and attacked when their guard was relaxed, then they might have died.

Seeing the two get out of the car, the human-shaped black mist also raised its head, staring at them with eyes that were faintly flickering in the black mist.

Then, rushed over quickly.

The official person in charge and Song Yichang barely fought back under the cross-river bridge, but no matter which direction they ran, those little ghosts would be one step ahead of them and appear in front of them.

The dense fog has become the best way for them to hide their figures.

But they had nothing to do, they could only watch helplessly as they fell into a passive and bitter struggle.

Song Yichang held a mahogany sword to open the way, and the official person in charge used a spell to kill those little ghosts who slipped through the net.

In this way, the two cooperated tacitly, and managed to kill them out of the bunch of little devils.

It wasn't until he was chased and killed by those little ghosts for a long time, and finally ran around between the buildings in the concession area, that he managed to shake off those unkillable little ghosts.

But the price was that they lost their way and lost the large amount of first aid supplies and spare charms they brought.

That's why Song Yichang took out his compass, and even though he knew the direction in the concession area was unclear, he still wanted to try hard to see if he could find the direction to the Jing Mansion for them.

And they walked all the way here, and nothing happened.

In fact, whether it is Song Daochang or the official person in charge, the current physical exertion is very huge.

Because they heard what Yan Shixun said in the live broadcast, that imagination will become reality, so they are very careful not to let themselves think wildly.

——Different from Zhang Wubing who came up with "Lin Ting" wildly, they are older and have experienced far more things than young people like Zhang Wubing, so they have much better control over themselves.

But even so, they still encountered many dangers when they came over.

Unprepared several times, they ran into ghosts hidden in the thick fog, and had to consume the spare yellow talisman to kill the ghosts.

The official person in charge was originally wondering, none of them imagined ghosts, so why did these things appear?

Song Daochang thought for a while before giving the answer.

Because the little ghost who turned against Chi Yan was an evil ghost.And the evil ghost who has become a fierce ghost is almost the strongest ghost within a hundred miles, and other ghosts will be subconsciously attracted to them and let the trend go.

Therefore, the ones attacking them now are not imaginary ghosts, but real lethal ones.

As a result, the official person in charge realized another thing——

This means that they can't tell whether what they see is the materialization of their imagination or whether it originally existed here.

That's why Song Yichang didn't act rashly when he met Lu Xingxing.

But the official person in charge didn't see that when he was hiding behind the corner of the building and guarding Lu Xingxing, there was also a pair of eyes full of lifelessness watching him behind him.

The dark ghost was dressed in an old-fashioned way, but half of its face was blown off, red and white dripped out, flowing down its shoulders, dripping on the place where it stood.

Its skin was damaged in a large area, and the hideous wound after the fire made the whole skin rolled up, exposing the muscles and blood vessels underneath. As it swayed back and forth, the other half of its relatively intact face had protruding eyeballs hanging out of the eye sockets, staring at the official person in charge in front of it.

The smell of flesh and blood made it salivate.

It wobbled out of the shadows, and every time it took a slow step, the white brains would fall on the way it walked, making a slight sound.

But it was covered by fog.

The official person-in-charge was so engrossed in looking ahead that he didn't notice that something was approaching him behind him.

The hideous ghost slowly raised his hand, and stretched out his scorched black and skinny fingers towards the figure...

Song Yichang was still pulling Lu Xingxing, his serious face could not hide his anxiety.

But Lu Xingxing was in a trance as if he had lost his soul. In the past, he was most afraid of Song Yizhang's majesty, but now he didn't respond to Song Yizhang's voice.

Just stood there blankly.

This made Song Yichang's heart sink heavily.

As a teacher, how could he see that his disciples had trouble in front of him?

"Where is Junior Brother Yan? Where are the others?"

Song Daochang remembered that before he entered the concession area, he hadn't seen Lu Xingxing in the live broadcast, and only knew that Yan Shixun and the others were in the Jing Mansion.

At this time, seeing Lu Xingxing alone and in an abnormal state, Daoist Song couldn't help but feel a little anxious. When he wondered if Lu Xingxing was alone, he encountered ghosts like him and the official person in charge, but his soul was injured because of his lack of strength.

Thinking of this, Song Yichang put one hand on Lu Xingxing's celestial cap, and was about to recite the soothing mantra.

But at this moment, an exclamation came from not far away.

It is the official person in charge!

Song Yichang's eyes froze, and he was about to run back.

But he paused, and still picked up Lu Xingxing.

Lu Xingxing still let Song Yichang drag him in a daze, without any response.

Like a puppet without a soul.

But Song Daochang's attention was on the safety of the official person in charge at this time, and Jing didn't look back.

Otherwise, he will find that this "Lu Xingxing" staring at his back is suddenly full of greed and malice, as if he wants to devour the flesh and blood of a living person.

The corners of "Lu Xingxing's" mouth were slowly pulled away, all the way to the ears, and the entire lower half of the face was grinned. The white bones and black gas in the mouth were clearly visible, exuding the stench of corpses, revealing a person beyond human The ultimate weird smile.

Song Daochang found his way in the dense fog with his intuition, and when he rushed to the place where they had just taken cover, he saw the official person in charge being thrown to the ground by a ghost, struggling to use the yellow talisman in his hand to stick to the ground. That hideous ghost.

But the ghost strangled the neck of the official in charge, making him show a painful expression, and the weakness caused by suffocation swept through his body, making him even weak in struggling movements.

As soon as the official person in charge raised his head, he met the ghost's drooping eyeball in mid-air. There was only a blood vessel muscle connecting the eyeball from the eye socket. The eyeball brushed against his face several times, bringing a sticky and cold touch. , making him almost gag.

And because the distance was so close, he could clearly see the grim death of the ghost, even the burnt and rotting flesh and blood in his brain, which made his stomach churn, and the acid water rushed up his throat, but Because of being choked and blocked, the whole nasal cavity is filled with the sour smell of half-digested food.

To make matters worse, the ghost's yellow and white brain mixed with flesh and blood dripped from above and landed right on his face.

The person in charge of the official watch helplessly as the white flamboyant piece fell towards him, and struggled desperately. While trying to stick the yellow talisman in his hand to the ghost, he also closed his eyes and turned his head away. , The body subconsciously avoids what is coming towards the eyes.

But the sound of "Slap!" sounded in his ears, and at the same time a puddle of sticky stuff stuck to his face.

The official person in charge frowned and trembled, almost wanting to spit it out on the spot.

Surrounded by the smell of sour and rotten, and the terrible feeling of being covered with brains and blood, even surpassed the fear of death.

But just when the official person in charge gradually became weak due to suffocation, and even his struggling arms slowed down, he suddenly felt a bitter wind blowing from above him, immediately blowing away the bad smell surrounding him.

At the same time, a strong force directly lifted the ghost away.

The official person in charge only felt his neck loosen, and the fresh air finally flowed into his lungs along the trachea.

He opened his eyes with great effort, but he only saw the corner of the priest's robe fluttering, and a figure flashed in front of him.

It was Song Yichang who saved him.

For the rest of his life after the catastrophe, the person in charge of the government didn't care about the dangers around him for a while, and collapsed on the ground exhausted, breathing in the air greedily.

Only when you are suffocated, you will suddenly realize how precious the air is.

There was a shout from the depths of the dense fog, and there was a metal-like buzzing sound when the mahogany sword was swung down.

Immediately there was a sound of "Puff!", and everything was quiet.

The tyrannical sword energy can be felt even by the official person in charge who is some distance away from the voice.

It seems that Daoist Song successfully killed the ghost.

At this time, the official person in charge breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little safer.

Song Yichang walked back slowly stepping on his cloth shoes, bent down and pulled the limp official leader from the ground. He didn't say a word, but the official leader knew what he meant.

This is not a place to relax.

The official person in charge smiled weakly at Song Yiyi and thanked him.

Then he groped all over his body before taking out half a crumpled tissue from his pocket, rubbing the thick semi-solid on his face frantically in disgust.

The sour smell after nausea still remained in the mouth, which made the official person in charge rarely look sick, feeling sick and uncomfortable all over his body.

But maybe it was Song Yichang's action when he just killed the ghost, which aroused Lu Xingxing's memory.

Lu Xingxing, who had been standing not far away in a daze, suddenly exclaimed, and came back to his senses and shouted: "Master!"

Lu Xingxing looked as if he saw his parents after being beaten, and rushed towards Song Yizhang in aggrieved manner. He hugged him and howled without giving Song Yizhang a chance to refuse.

"Master, woo woo! Why did you come here? If you come later, your apprentice will really die..."

Song Yidao twitched his forehead, and originally wanted to throw this stupid apprentice out.

But considering that Lu Xingxing may have witnessed some tragic things just now, which made him mentally unstable, Song Dao endured it for a long time, and still took into account the relationship between master and apprentice, and did not kick him out.

"Okay, Star."

Song Daochang felt that Lu Xingxing's body was a little cold, not like a human temperature.

But because the river wind blows in late autumn, the temperature is already low.In addition, when a person is in extreme panic, the blood will flow to the legs and feet in preparation for escape, and the coldness of the body is a physiological problem.

Besides, Lu Xingxing looked disheveled and didn't know how long he had walked in the fog. This temperature is also normal.

Therefore, although Song Daochang was puzzled, he just passed it by and didn't go deep into it.

"Why do you look like this? What happened?"

Song Daochang asked: "Did you see other people in the program group when you came?"

Mentioning this, Lu Xingxing seemed to have thought of something terrible, and said with trembling eyes, "Look, I saw it."

Before Song Yiyi could heave a sigh of relief, Lu Xingxing said in a tearful tone: "They are all dead, Master, he, they are all dead."

Song Yidao's long eyes tightened instantly: "What!"

The official person in charge next to him immediately raised his head and looked over in astonishment.

Although they have lost contact with the outside world since entering the concession area.But before they came in, those people in the live broadcast were still alive and well, how could they die in just a few hours!

Besides, Yan Shixun was by their side, how could it be possible!

But Lu Xingxing's fear and sadness did not seem to be fake, even when this matter was mentioned, he was trembling, as if he had been terribly frightened.

From Lu Xingxing's intermittent narration, the two finally knew what happened.

After Lu Xingxing woke up, he kept trying to find other people, but along the way he found people from the program group, he also "found" a lot of ghosts, people and ghosts were mixed together, and it was impossible to tell who was a human and who was a ghost.

His strength is not high, and he has no ability to distinguish their true and false, but he is worried about hurting his real companions, so he is cautious and dare not act lightly.

Therefore, under such hesitation, it actually caused everyone to be wiped out. Under the circumstances of being chased and killed by a group of ghosts, people in the program team died one by one.

"I'm sorry, Master, I'm sorry."

Lu Xingxing cried with tears all over his face, with a guilty look on his face: "I, I hurt someone at first, so I didn't dare to make a move afterward, hesitating and hesitating, but in the end, no one could be saved."

Song Yichang listened in silence, although he had a stomach full of words to scold Lu Xingxing, but this too heavy fact still made his heart sour, so he didn't scold.

and……

"Where is Junior Brother Yan?"

Song Daochang sharply asked: "Unlike you, Junior Brother Yan is a person who recognizes the facts and makes a quick move. With him around, this kind of thing shouldn't have happened."

Lu Xingxing shook his head: "I didn't meet him, and I only met a few people from the program group on the road, and there are many others that I haven't seen."

This answer revived hope in the hearts of Chief Song Yidao and the officials in charge.

They looked at each other, knowing what the other was thinking.

Because of that weird scene, Jing didn't follow someone to record the whole process, but switched back and forth between Yan Shixun and Jing's mansion, so outside of Jing's mansion, the people before the live broadcast didn't know what happened .

Therefore, it is understandable that Lu Xingxing and the others were not photographed by the camera.

And Lu Xingjing didn't know about the live broadcast, nor did he know that Yan Shixun and the others were in the Jing mansion, he just saw the people outside the Jing mansion.

Maybe...they still have a chance.

At the very least, those who stayed in the Jing mansion and were protected by Yan Shixun should be safe now.

Song Daochang immediately made a decision: "Take me to see the bodies of those people, and then we will go to Jing Mansion."

Lu Xingxing's eyes flashed.

The official person in charge frowned, his intuition reminding him that something was not right.

But the heavy fog blurred Lu Xingxing's expression, he quickly nodded and said that he would lead the way.

The official person in charge looked at Lu Xingxing for a long time, but couldn't see anything.

Is the grass and trees all soldiers?

He shook his head mockingly and followed.

Sure enough, as Lu Xingxing said, the avenue under the dim street lights was dripping with flesh and blood everywhere, and it could be seen that there had been a bitter battle here.

An Nanyuan, Song Ci, Li Xuetang...

All the corpses fell on the ground, their hands, feet and heads were twisted to weird angles, and their faces that had lost their warmth were all dead.

Song Yichang's footsteps were heavy. He looked around the scene and found that not only people died, but also the broken limbs and remnants of ghosts and ghosts.

On the building next to it, there is a sign of Binhai Daily.

An Nanyuan fell down, as if being chased out of the newspaper building, but still did not escape the evil spirit behind him, and died on the steps.

He is one step away from freedom.

Everyone's death is so tragic that people can't bear to take a second look.

Song Daochang was in a heavy heart. He squatted down slowly, raised his hand to close everyone's eyes, took off his Taoist robe, and covered the corpse, which was the last bit of dignity.

Then, he looked around blankly, feeling unreal.

How could... die?

Junior Brother Yan, didn’t Master say that Junior Brother Yan is a miracle of the Dao of Heaven and Earth?Then why did the people around him die so easily?

...Why, no one came to rescue them?

At this moment, Song Yichang felt sad, he didn't know whether to blame Lu Xingxing or Yan Shixun.

But perhaps, the one who should resent him the most is himself.

If he had come earlier, would he have caught up?

The person in charge of the official came over with great pain, and helped Mr. Song up, "Let's go, go to Jing mansion."

"The dead are dead, but there are still survivors, and we still have time to save them."

Song Daochang shook his head, supported each other with the official person in charge, and led Lu Xingxing gropingly to the Jing mansion.

However, after pushing open the gate of Jing mansion, Song Yichang's heart fell into the ice water completely.

In the entire hall, dead bodies were lying everywhere.

On the walls, on the ceiling, on the carpet... Flesh was sprayed everywhere, and even the blood slowly dripped down the crystal chandelier in the living room, making a tiny "click" sound when it hit the pool of blood.

Zhang Wubing, Zhao Zhen, Yan Shixun...

Everyone, everyone stared at a pair of eyes that did not rest in peace, and looked at the person who was coming.

It seems to be questioning them-

Why, didn't you come to save us?

Why, come so late!

It's all your fault, it's all your fault!

The official person in charge's eyes went dark, and he staggered a few steps, almost unable to stand still.

But he suddenly felt that something hit his back.

His body froze, and he slowly turned around to look.

Lu Xingxing, who had been following them all this time, slowly opened his mouth with a strange smile...

"You are not Lu Xingxing, you are an evil ghost!!!"

However, it's too late.

……

When asked to undo the constructed world, Jing Xiaobao hesitated, reluctantly.

"Without this medium, I would not be able to see my mother and my younger brother."

Jing Xiaobao lowered his head and said sullenly.

Lin Ting's eyes fluctuated, and her face was so sad that she was about to cry.

When the child died, she was still too young, and she hadn't had time to teach him... There will be separation.

But Yan Shixun was not prepared to spoil Jing Xiaobao.

He sneered, and raised his chin to Jing Xiaobao: "You do it yourself, or I'll help you."

"Think clearly, I'm not such a gentle person, and it will be you who will be hurt and uncomfortable at that time."

Too many people have entered the world constructed by ghost aura, and the cold ghost aura here is so strong that it is almost the same as hell.

The longer you stay, the greater the influence of the ghost energy will be on those people, and many people may even suffer a serious illness after returning to reality, or their luck will be reduced to the lowest point.

For Lin Ting's sake, Yan Shixun could give the three of them time to talk, but he wouldn't let Jing Xiaobao mess around.

He has been silently calculating in his mind how long it has been since they woke up, so as not to let the ghost energy invade the body too much.

And now, it's time to leave.

Jing Xiaobao shrank his neck and gave a soft "hmm".

Yan Shixun repeatedly suppressed him several times, so that while Jing Xiaobao felt close to him because he was also a ghost, he also remembered his fear of him and Ye Li.

In front of Yan Shixun, he didn't have the courage to resist at all.

An Nanyuan next to him looked at Lin Ting and felt that this seemed inappropriate - threatening the child in front of the child's mother... Isn't Brother Yan afraid that Lin Ting will go crazy?

But obviously, Yan Shixun had already accurately deduced Lin Ting's character from the clues in Jing's mansion and historical records, knowing that she would not let Jing Xiaobao mess around either.

Lin Ting patted Jing Xiaobao's hair tenderly: "I am satisfied to see you again."

Jing Sheng next to him also smiled and nodded to Yan Shixun: "Thank you, Mr. Yan, for giving us time to reunite."

Yan Shixun nodded in response, and then asked Lin Ting: "Mr. Lin Ting, based on the merits you accumulated during your lifetime, the underworld should have reserved a reincarnation place for you long ago. But why have you kept staying here all these years?" In the Jing mansion, have you never left?"

"Is there no ghost messenger to pick you up and go to the underworld?"

Lin Ting looked around the Jing Mansion with reluctance in her eyes.

She shook her head with a wry smile, "No."

"I always miss Xiaobao and Baishu, and also miss the country that I spent my whole life fighting for. I can't let go of my heart. I always worry about whether the country will still need me, whether Baishu will come back, and find Not to me."

"I want to see with my own eyes that the rivers and mountains are thousands of miles away, the people have no hunger, and they are peaceful and happy. I want to see her rivers are clean and the sea is clean, peaceful and prosperous, and all nations come to court."

"I want to know whether our ideals have been realized, and whether the future children will live well."

Lin Ting smiled with tears in her eyes: "I was too greedy and always hesitated to leave, so I stayed at the Jing Mansion day after day and couldn't leave."

In Jing mansion, no one spoke.

Only the ground and buildings were trembling violently, bricks and stones were falling, and there was a huge roar.

The ghostly world collapsed, and the real world was about to return.

The sound of the ghost messenger's footsteps also came from far and near, and the trail whip was thrown on the Yin Road to frighten the ghosts, indicating that the underworld will welcome a virtuous person to leave.

Yan Shixun's sharp eyebrows softened, he smiled, and whispered to Lin Ting: "Mr. Lin Ting, your career will be inherited by thousands of successors, and your ideals are strong. Those who sacrificed their lives and sacrifices will be remembered by future generations." Precious and important."

"Mr. Lin Ting, the mountains and rivers are all right, and the prosperous world is peaceful... You can leave with peace of mind."

Lin Ting froze for a moment, then nodded with a smile: "Okay."

"Goodbye... my beloved country."

"In the next life, in the next life, I will still return to the career I have fought for."

"I will continue to protect the victory achieved through the struggle of thousands of colleagues."

Yan Shixun bowed slightly, showing respect to Lin Ting: "Having you is a blessing in the world."

"Sir, let's go."

The white light flourishes, and the night is as bright as day.

The black mist that enveloped the entire concession area disappeared after the white light dissipated.

When Yan Shixun straightened up slowly, the scene around him had already changed.

The Jing mansion a hundred years ago no longer exists, and all of them are standing in the former residence of Jing Fing.

And next to him, Mrs. Jing was standing beside him leaning on a cane, with gray hair on his temples.

His eyes were soft and dreamy, as if he had just woken up from a sweet dream, and his heart was filled with happiness and warmth.

Old Mr. Jing looked at Yan Shixun, as if he wanted to say something to him.

However, before the words were spoken, tears were streaming down his face.

His mother... really left.

never to be seen again.

Jing Xiaobao also sobbed softly.

Zhang Wubing and the others were stunned for a long time, and then when they lowered their heads, they realized that they were wearing their own clothes instead of women's clothes——

They are back!Back to the concession area in reality!

All cheered and cheered, celebrating their return to a normal world.

Yan Shixun's eyes were also stained with a smile.

But at the next moment, he immediately sternly raised his brows and eyes again, feeling that something was wrong.

Yan Shixun's gaze quickly scanned their surroundings, and then he paused when he saw the fireplace.

Seeing that Yan Shixun's expression was wrong, the others followed Yan Shixun's gaze in wonder.

In the end, they saw that there were actually two people stuffed in the fireplace.

It was the comatose official person in charge and Song Yichang!

Yan Shixun looked down at Jing Xiaobao.

Jing Xiaobao shrank behind Old Mr. Jing.

QAQYes, sorry.