Yin Yang ferry

Others think that Guang Han's heart is as hard as iron, and it has always been like this.

But Guang Han knew he was not.

Just like what he said to He Shu, he was also longing and envious once, and he was also a mortal with flesh and blood, gradually disappointed and cold-hearted, and finally neither sad nor happy, without any expectations.

When he was very young, he was crying and fussing. He was hugged by the wet nurse, half coaxing and half threatening, telling him that if he cried loudly, bad guys would come and catch him.

Later he found out that it was not the bad guys who were tired of crying, but his half-brother.

Since his biological father did not recognize his status, he could not even be called a brother.

The eldest son, An Qingzong, was favored by his father since he was a child. He can be described as gold and jade, and he can call the wind and rain. Compared with him, Guanghan, who doesn't even have a surname, is like a weed that no one cares about growing wildly in the corner. Qiu Shuang died immediately, and lived in obscurity and hardship.

But what if you come from a different background?If I am Anqingzong instead of Guanghan, if I can make my biological father change his mind and rebel against soldiers, will he be able to change the course of history and even cause chaos in the world?

If he had a choice, he didn't want to be displaced all his life, who would want to be homeless for half his life, and who would want to be alone and not be the same as others?

He just got used to it, not liked it.

No one is born strong, all the strong grow silently.

At the moment he saw the fragment in his hand, Guang Han also saw a door opening to him.

It is a door to start over.

He can use this to change the past, and even change his entire unbearable past.

Guanghan seems to understand why the magical mirror that reverses yin and yang, the past and the future makes people so fond of it.

It can evoke delusions deep in people's hearts, let them magnify infinitely, and turn them into sweet temptations.

But Guanghan couldn't refuse this temptation.

Thoughts flooded in, he finally chose to put away the Ambilight in his hand.

It's not that Guanghan is not clear about Beihao's intention to smash the magic mirror.

But now everyone still thinks that the magic mirror is in Beihao's hands, and most of the pursuers are concentrated on his side.

If Guanghan wants to use the fragments of the magic mirror to do something, it is still too late.

With a huge treasure in his arms, he walked silently by the Nai River.

The situation has been very chaotic recently. Even the Nai River, which has been calm for a long time, has high winds and rough waves. Those who cross the river have been subverted several times.

The wind and waves roared and rolled up his robe, making a sound of hunting, but his figure moving forward in the wind was still tall and straight.

It was very peaceful around.

Because in normal times, Guanghan often sits here quietly, and the remaining prestige is still there. Rao is the underworld where ghosts walk at night, and no evil spirits dare to come forward to harass them, because they can smell Guanghan's breath from a distance, avoiding this killing god .

Walking from here to the end of the Nai River is the junction of yin, yang and chaos.

That is the most chaotic place where the clouds are turbulent, and it is also the place where Guanghan's thoughts can most be realized.

And this road is the only way to get to the destination.

The road became more and more dangerous, and there was even a stone bridge flying across the cliff like a moat, for only one person to pass sideways.

The turbulent flow here is turbulent, the yang energy is not exhausted, the yin energy is continuous, and the chaos is intertwined.

Not to mention people, even ghosts will feel uncomfortable after staying for a long time, so ordinary ghost traces are hard to find.

Guang Han flew across the bridge, unmoved by any chaos around him.

But suddenly, he stopped.

He saw someone ahead.

To be precise, there are ghosts.

The ghost sat on the stone by the bridge, bent over with his chin resting, and was watching the chaotic clouds flying under the cliff. The Nai River was deep, and seemed interested, and he waved at him.

Guang Han was silent for a moment, then walked over.

"What a coincidence." The other party said.

His tone was very peaceful, not at all cold and depressed like a ghost.

If it wasn't for the breath of ghosts on his body, Guanghan almost thought he was a living person.

"What are you doing here?" Guanghan asked.

"Looking at the clouds and looking at the water is just a dark spot, otherwise it's not far from the scenery in the world. What about you, do you also come to see the scenery?" The other party was curious.

"Do not."

The other party didn't seem to care about Guanghan's simple and rude answer, smiled, and continued to stare at the river.

"Why don't you enter the ghost city and wait for reincarnation?" Guang Han suddenly asked.

"Being a human is like working overtime, and being a ghost is like taking a vacation. You finally took two days off. Do you still want to rush to work overtime?" The other party tilted his head and answered naturally.

But this is a fallacy.

Many ghosts, no matter how exhausted they were when they were alive, hope to die as soon as possible, because as long as they have experienced the prosperity of the world, they will never forget the warmth of thousands of lights, and the underworld is miserable and cold everywhere, and every step they take You have to be entangled with infinite resentment in life, unless there is no relief in rebirth, how can it compare to the happiness in the world?

There is a certain reason why many ghosts linger after death and miss the world of heaven.

Guanghan doesn't believe that anyone can really like this place, it's just that they are newcomers and fresh for a few days.

"You seem to want to kill me." The other party suddenly said, "Ghosts can die too. I read in "Liao Zhai" that ghosts die as scorpions. Is it true?"

Guanghan: ...

He has no interest in discussing such academic issues at all.

"I'm leaving." Guang Han said, "If someone comes to ask you later, my whereabouts—"

Before Guanghan finished speaking, the other party immediately continued: "I would say that I have never seen anyone come here before, ah no, there is a ghost here."

He had an expression of "I know what's interesting", as if he wanted Guanghan to boast a few words.

Guanghan stared at him for a long time, nodded, and walked away.

Not much time left.

Guanghan understands that sooner or later the Yin soldiers who are looking for Shenjing will catch up, and that is exactly what Beihao wants to see.

It's not that he is merciful, he just killed the other party, and the ghost's breath still exists, so I'm afraid there will be more traces.

As they drifted away, he couldn't help but look back.

The man was still sitting there, leisurely and lazy, not at all like a lonely ghost wandering in the underworld.

Every time Guang Han sees him, he feels that he is somewhat familiar, as if the two have a long history.

Maybe it's the other person's previous life, maybe it's just passing by.

But those are not important anymore.

He turned around and moved forward resolutely, the corner of his robe was lifted by the wind, leaving a little bit of warmth in the cold.

The further you go, the more difficult the road will be.

The ruggedness is just an appetizer, and the dark wind howling on the cliff like a sharp knife can make the ghosts dissipate due to the pressure.

It is difficult to move an inch, and it is difficult to advance or retreat.

But Guanghan's pace never slowed down, he still walked step by step, through the narrow stone crevices, and arrived at the most chaotic junction in the underworld.

He took out the shard of the mirror.

In front of the unparalleled streamer, the turbulent flow actually stopped slightly to make way for him.

Resplendent and dazzing, falling into the heavens and falling into the mortal world, Zhong Tiandi's fortune.

The purple light soared into the sky, consciousness pierced through the fog of chaos, and the heavens were chaotic.

In the clouds, COSCO thunder is faint, if there is a roar.

Guanghan didn't bother to look up, he stared at the fragment in his hand for a moment.

The streamer turns into a rainbow, illuminating an unprecedented scene.

The heart moves with the thought, and the mirror reflects the heart.

Pushing away the clouds, he could vaguely see the changes in the lens.

That is……

Life and death book?

Life and death have their own destiny, there are names in the book, rich and poor, good and evil, the cause before the body, the fruit after the body.

What if he changed the book of life and death and went back to the past?

No longer related to An Lushan, no longer that embarrassing background.

He can live in this world dignifiedly, establish himself in the world by virtue of his military exploits, become famous all over the world, and get everything that he could get, wanted to get, but never got.

Guanghan's eyes flickered, and he couldn't help reaching out to the book of life and death on the other side of the mirror.

This is the only chance.

Now the underworld is in chaos, no one is in charge of the book of life and death, and he has the magic mirror in his hand, so he can tamper with it at will.

After a while, the order will be reset and stability will return. He may not have this opportunity.

A flash of light flashed through his mind, and Guanghan suddenly remembered something!

He finally remembered why he repeatedly felt that the person just now had a nice face!

Because that year, when An Lushan's rebellious army slaughtered the city, he rescued a child from the blood.

Later, the little boy grew up to be a young man, and the two met once in the frontier desert.

The unintentional grace of saving lives, looking back as he passed by, was exchanged for a few conversations at this place of reincarnation.

The other party's Rong Zao is quite different from what he remembered, and the reason why Guang Han can remember it is because of the familiar soul breath.

The appearance can be changed, but the soul will not change much.

Does the other party remember themselves?

Will he betray himself because the Yin soldiers are chasing him?

Guang Han thought about it, and then slowed down his movements.

It was at this moment of hesitation that a gust of wind blew up behind him, sweeping in!

The murderous aura surged like a sea, and he couldn't allow him to be distracted any more. Without thinking about it, Guanghan turned around and fired his gun to sweep across, and put away the fragment of the magic mirror with his other hand.

"The magic mirror... hand it over..."

When he swung his blow, white waves that looked like scales surged towards him, overwhelming the sky and overwhelming the sea in an instant, and when he raised his head alone, he felt a suffocating pressure.

Among the clouds, the dragon's head loomed, and not far away, a giant wolf leaped over the cliff and landed in front of him.

Black Dragon, Sirius.

Guanghan frowned slightly, his expression gradually became serious, and the spear in his hand slowly opened up.

"Hand over the divine mirror... let me spare you..."

This is naturally not a living thing.

But they are indeed the lingering souls of the black dragon and Sirius after death, lingering here, obsessed with back and forth, and have not disappeared for thousands of years, attracted by the breath of the magic mirror.

The Yin soldiers hadn't arrived yet, but these two evil stars were provoked.

Guanghan sighed slightly.

When it comes to fighting, he is naturally fearless, he is afraid that the movement here will attract pursuers.

He even suspected that Bei Hao had already calculated all of this, and wanted to use the movement here to gain a chance to escape for himself.

But right now, there seems to be no better way.

One dragon and one wolf, all focused on him, their eyes were burning.

"Mirror..."

"There is no magic mirror." Guanghan's face was light, "If you want to kill, come here."

After he finished speaking, he jumped up first and pointed his gun at Sirius!

Amidst the turbulent clouds, the black dragon swooped down with the black clouds at the same time!

Guanghan seemed to turn a blind eye to the latter, and only looked at the ferocious Sirius, as if it was the only opponent.

Sirius didn't pay attention to him at all, opened his mouth and let out a growl, bent his body slightly, kicked up suddenly, and rushed towards Guanghan!

How can a body of flesh and blood and a soul of a mortal resist the remnant soul of a beast?

This battle seemed to have been doomed to a hasty end from the very beginning.

There is also time in the underworld, but for the remaining souls of the gods and beasts, time is not important. They have already counted their ages here, and the evil Yama dare not approach easily to provoke those dead souls who are not afraid of death and dare to come in. It has long been wiped out without leaving a trace.

The person in front of him is just another ants who don't know how to live or die.

But the next moment, Sirius realized that he had underestimated the enemy.

The spear turned into a silver rainbow, followed the figure of this person, quickly avoided its sharp claws, and penetrated directly into its chest and abdomen!

impossible!

It is impossible for ordinary weapons to hurt its spirit!

"This gun has been with me for many years. From the world to the underworld, it has long been my heart and soul. My ability is its ability."

The voice of a mortal came from the ear, as if he had seen through what Sirius was thinking.

This man is capable of--

That is to wear gold and crack rocks, breaking the sky and shaking the earth!

boom! ! !

A huge airflow exploded between Sirius and Guanghan, causing a huge impact on everything around. Even the black dragon that swooped down had to avoid the edge temporarily, and wait for the two sides to decide the victory before intervening.

In the turbulent flow, two figures were fighting fiercely, the silver rainbow was throbbing, the blood was rushing to the sky, the sky wolf was huge and the human figure was small, at first glance it seemed that the victory had been divided, but the black dragon dared not enter the arena rashly, because the man with the gun was full of momentum. , It was enough to rival Sirius.

The wind howled and howled and rushed.

The rain poured down like a torrent.

There shouldn't be rain in the underworld, but this battle caused the formation to tremble. The Nai River flowed backwards, and the river surged backwards, and it fell from the sky like heavy rain.

Guanghan has no expression on his face, and has already entered the state of selflessness.

The long spear swept across the enemy, and he was so indomitable on the battlefield in the past.

It is impossible for a person with caring hearts to survive the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

There is only ruthlessness, only fighting intent, and only killing intent.

again!

He sold an opening, turned around and changed hands, Sirius was really taken in, pounced on him, and was stabbed by his long spear again unexpectedly.

This time it's the forehead.

It is here that the three souls and seven spirits condense in the Divine Palace!

The fishy smell rushed towards his face, his chest and abdomen had already been torn out with bone scars, hurting his soul, but he remained as motionless as a mountain, and still handed out the spear, stirring it up.

The black dragon no longer hesitated, roaring and flying over!

Guanghan's pale and tired mouth showed a smile instead.

Come on, isn't it just another one?

From before to now, he has been walking alone, but he is an enemy. From weak to strong, he has never changed.

If I want to fight, I will fight.

The sky does not allow me, I break the sky myself.

Blood oozed from his fingers and flowed down the barrel of the gun. It was hard to tell whether it was his blood or Sirius' blood.

Guanghan stood up slowly, looking at the black dragon that was swooping towards him, his back straightened.

Roar! ! !

The dragon's chant resounded all over the world, and the sound could be heard from far away.

The young man frowned suddenly, and looked up at the source of the sound.

He could sense that there was a big battle happening there, and in normal times, he might have been interested in going to watch the excitement.

But at this moment, he no longer had the strength to even stand up and take another step.

The pain completely submerged every bone and every inch of flesh in his body.

It was also the first time he knew that after being a ghost, he still felt pain.

Closing his eyes, the young man sat quietly.

He found that the ability to tolerate pain is also good, at least in exchange for the pain that others have passed out, he can still maintain a little sanity.

Just don't know how much time has passed.

Even the dragon chant gradually weakened, as if it was invincible.

It's amazing.

The young man smiled and sighed, with a trace of envy in his heart.

Such a strong power, not to mention being a man, even if he is a ghost now.

But the other party is so strong, and the underworld can come and go freely, so no one should be able to hurt him, right?

Thinking like this, the young man became tired and gradually closed his eyes.

The sound of footsteps approached from far away.

He frowned slightly, barely opening his eyes.

His vision blurred a lot, and he couldn't even see the approaching figure clearly.

Guang Han, covered in blood, walked towards the young man by the bridge step by step.

He found that the other party was also covered in blood.

Not only was his body covered in blood, but his hands, neck, and face were covered with bruises, bones were faintly visible, and there was no intact skin.

Guanghan stopped in his tracks.

He thought that the other party was so calm that he was still sitting here and did not leave, but he did not expect that it was because of serious injuries that he could not leave.

"Who hurt you?" Guanghan was a little puzzled.

He fought a vicious battle with the black dragon Sirius, which shook the heavens and the earth, and no one dared to approach him flawlessly.

After subduing the two, he returned in blood, only to realize that a long time had passed.

The young man didn't move, as if he had no strength.

Guanghan frowned, knelt down, pinched his chin, raised it slightly, and asked again.

"Whoever hurt you, I can avenge you."

No matter what, there is always a fate between the two.

He should also make a move just because of this faint fate between life and death.

The young man shook his head vigorously and stopped talking.

Guanghan was slightly disappointed by his weakness, let go of his hands and got up, turned around and left without further words.

After walking out for a long time, he turned around.

The other party was still leaning there, without changing positions.

With such a serious injury, I am afraid that even a ghost can't do it.

It is a pity that a weak person cannot stay in hell for long.

Injury...

Guanghan suddenly stopped his figure.

The other party's injury was obviously devoured by the attack of ten thousand ghosts!

The ghost soldiers came? !

But the fragments of the divine mirror are clearly still in his hands.

With his current injury, he might not be able to withstand the Yin soldiers' pursuit, but there are no Yin soldiers around him now.

is that person?

Guanghan turned around and rushed to the opponent.

"Have the Yin soldiers been here? Did they ask you about my whereabouts?"

The urgent voice forced the young man to open his eyes slightly. His usually smiling eyes were out of focus due to the pain, and he looked like a blind person.

"I didn't betray you, I didn't say..."

He murmured, barely audibly.

Although we met by chance, although you don't trust me, as long as I promise you not to tell, I will definitely do it.

Even if thousands of ghosts ate his heart, he would never regret it.