There was a burst of blood fog on the forgetting River, and the river rose like steam evaporated by the river. I couldn’t help frowning. I stepped back a few steps to avoid the blood smell. Suddenly, bam, I seemed to hit someone. How could anyone in the underworld be a ghost!
The first reaction of people with danger behind them is to stay away from danger, and I am no exception. The whole person is moving forward quickly. Who knows …
There is a person quietly ahead, not a ghost!
I desperately controlled my body, and I was short of breath. I was nervous. There was nothing in Binet.Alfred Bridge just now, but there were two more people. Damn it, two ghosts attacked two terrible ghosts before and after. At this time, I seemed to be in a desperate situation
At this time, I quickly turned around and there was nothing behind me. I suddenly froze. How could I feel a breath and a fluctuation even when the old ghost disappeared? If there was any fluctuation in my spirit just now, I would definitely catch it for the first time, but I didn’t feel it at that time.
"Don’t look for me behind you!"
The familiar sound turned out to be a familiar sound. My body was so shocked that I turned around and looked at the familiar face. I fought back my excitement because I heard too many familiar sounds recently. Every time I hoped, I was disappointed. Will this time be disappointed?
Naiqiao’s scruffy tunic can’t cover up his stalwart body. He is as tall as a giant of heaven and earth, which makes people afraid to look directly at him.
Master, is that you?
"Xiaobai, will I give you a spell to thunder the sky?"
Thunder!
Once, I searched a spell from the master to thunder, but I never dreamed that an ordinary spell played this role at this time.
It pains me because the master is dead, and he really appears in the underworld …
Master, why did you show up here? Have you forgotten all the rules of Zhong Kui? I look at the old people who have been warm for four years in pain. I can’t believe that the master has obeyed the rules of one generation, and the head of Zhong Kui Gate has violated the ancestral teachings!
What the hell is going on? Who can tell me?
I can’t believe I’m panting. Looking at the master seems to be waiting for an answer.
"Xiao Bai, I am your teacher, and neither am I"
Lu Dayou, this sentence is so weird that I can’t understand what it means. I didn’t answer it because it wasn’t the answer I wanted.
"I shouldn’t be in the hell, but my soul is broken and divided into many ways. memento mori, before you, I am a soul force method owned by memento mori to resist the heady messenger. Nai went through the dead road. Fortunately, the owner of the hell found me. Otherwise, I am afraid that my memory will be completely lost after drinking Meng Po Tang." Lu Dayou sank.
"Master, what happened to you? How did this happen?" I control the messy mood in my heart, take a deep breath and ask nervously
Lu Dayou sighed heavily and said, "I have just told you that I am a memento mori who knows too little."
"What do you know?"
"Battlefield!"
With these two words, Lu Dayou was silent. I waited for a while, but I didn’t think that Lu Dayou was as motionless as a statue. What happened? I shouted "Master, what’s wrong with you?" There was no response. My face changed. Did something happen to the master? When I thought of this, I was more nervous than I hurried forward. Suddenly, the master’s body quickly faded, and when I tried to catch him, I was left with breath.
"Master!"
I knelt down in pain, tears boiling, tears flowing down my face, as painful as losing my loved ones.
"Oh, I’m sorry to let you know the truth. I have to do this."
I don’t know when the old man appeared again. I suddenly raised my head and looked at the evil spirit of Wan Nian. I exploded, clenched my fist and growled at the evil spirit of Wan Nian. "Bastard, hand over my master or I’ll bury my master with the whole hell!"
"Don’t be impulsive. Just now, your master said that he was a memento mori disappearing, that his fate was a persistent belief that made this memento mori go, and by chance he came to the underworld. Now he has told all his memories, and his obsession has disappeared with the support of memento mori. Can memento mori still?"
So that’s it. I was completely silent and gawk. I was completely stunned by lightning.
"It’s his fate that disappears, and it’s his fate that you and I can change even if we are strong and go against the sky. This is fate. What can we do except silently bear it?" I don’t know. At this time, the old man is particularly excited, as if somewhere in his heart had been touched.
"believe in life!" I said painfully, do I really want to believe in fate? But I don’t believe in it. Now I’m afraid it will be the same after my roots have changed something. Fate is a rule, and all forces violate the rules, or I will be punished by fate, resistance and punishment.
"It’s good that you are white. As the saying goes, life is full of ghosts. It’s not like this. Although our strength is earth, we are all poor people. We are bound by fate all the time. No one can escape the trick, even if you are strong and doomed." The old man argued that the excitement disappeared like a flash in the pan, and the tone was low, and he could hear the sadness hidden in his heart.
Is he sad and ghosts like people? Will he be sad and happy to have all kinds of complicated emotions in the world?
Life is doomed, master is doomed to die, and I am doomed to suffer. Is everything really doomed? Has the real law changed?
"memento mori said two words before he disappeared. Can the battlefield veteran tell me what the battlefield really means?" In the last sentence, I pleaded that memento mori had disappeared, and the only one who knew the truth was the old man in front of him.
"Alas, I don’t know what the world knows about the battlefield. I’m afraid it’s your master." The old man sighed heavily.
"In this way, the truth will never be found, because the master memento mori has disappeared from the battlefield, and I have learned what it means." I feel very heavy that the death of the master is a foregone conclusion. It is meaningless to change the obsession with pain. The most important thing is to find out the truth about the death of the master.
"No, you are wrong. There are many scattered in some corners of memento mori." The old man shook his head and said.
What? I exclaimed in a daze, "How can there be so many masters in memento mori who are profound, but the human soul has split into so many parts? It’s absolutely incredible that the consciousness of the masters of legal protection should remain so awake?"
"I can’t answer you this either. Maybe your master has some secret ways to split the soul and keep consciousness at the same time," the old man said with a wry smile.
Secret method?
I carefully thought about it. It seems that there is no such secret method in the Zhong Kui Gate. Of course, it does not rule out that the master has mastered a method of memorizing ancient books without his legacy. I take a deep breath when I think of this. Now I don’t care about this time. What I want most is memento mori. I want to find out the truth about the master’s death. But where can I find the memento mori world? I am afraid that it will take me a lifetime to find his fragments.
"Can you tell me where he is in memento mori?"
The old man smiled bitterly and said, "I’m sorry, I didn’t know that you could find it by yourself. I’m sorry that I can’t help you from hell!" "
"Forget it. Master’s death is my private affair in Zhong Kui. I can solve it myself without the help of outsiders. Thank you." My white ghost has an unchangeable weakness. I understand and smile. Anyway, the old man’s kindness deserves gratitude.
The old ghost is absolutely harmless. Suddenly, it occurred to me that the old ghost once said a word …
A test from hell. Is everything a test?