In front of Mingchuan's eyes, his teacher was surrounded by a cloud of black smoke, and then, as if sucked by something, disappeared into the wind.

The wind stopped.

The living room turned pale again.

Mingchuan leaned against the wall a little dazedly and stood in the center of the living room.

After a moment of pause, he slowly walked to the sofa.

On the sofa in front of him, one second, his teacher seemed to be sitting here talking to him, but the next second, he disappeared.

How did the teacher disappear? A question arose in Mingchuan's mind.

His memories had become a little strange, two distinct memories intertwined in his mind, twisted together, shattered into countless pieces, pieced together into a strange and mutilated picture.

Mingchuan wanted to find the real part of it, but found that he had no idea where to start, and he didn't know what else he could do now except to stand in front of the sofa in a daze.

There was a buzzing ringing sound in his ears in his head, which made him unable to think at all.

He didn't know how long he had been standing, until he lost sensation in his legs and felt numb all over his body.

A feeling of dizziness followed, and Ming Chuan only felt that his eyes flickered, and the surroundings became pitch black.

……

Standing in the midst of a black void, Ming Chuan didn't know where he was for a while, and he didn't know what was going on with him or why he came to such a place.

A place where there is nothing but darkness.

Standing here he couldn't see anything, and even when he lowered his head, he couldn't see his outstretched palm. There was no sound around him, he couldn't even hear his own breathing or heartbeat, and there was absolute silence around him.

There was no reference around him, and no matter which direction he turned, it was pitch black, which made it impossible for him to tell the difference between up and down, left and right, and he didn't even know if he was standing or lying down.

His body seemed to be tumbling back and forth, but because he couldn't see anything, he couldn't be sure if he was flipping or if he was dizzy and gave him the illusion that his body was rolling.

All the senses are out of order.

Normal people would definitely feel panicked in such an environment, but Ming Chuan didn't have half a panic at this time, he couldn't even feel the fluctuations of his emotions, and the only thing that could make him know that his consciousness was still clear was the question in his mind.

At this moment, there was nothing else in Ming Chuan's mind except doubts.

He wondered how he had come to such a place, and what had he been doing before he came here.

I vaguely remember that I was walking on a winding path, walking all the time, and before I knew it, I had come here. But where did I start walking, where did I go, what did I want to do, where was the path, I couldn't remember any of these answers.

The more I reminisce, the more I feel that my memory is a little strange.

Soon he couldn't be sure if he was walking before he came here, as if it was, and as if it wasn't.

The fragment of his memory became a little strange, and he had the impression that he seemed to be standing in a white room, and the white background was familiar to him, but he couldn't remember what it was.

What had he been doing, was he walking down a crooked path or standing in a white room, but he didn't know how he had come here.

Speaking of, what is this place?

Ming Chuan turned his neck, and the scene in front of him did not change in the slightest, it was completely black, not even a little change in the shade of color.

Did he really move just now? Or did he just move his consciousness, but his body didn't move?

Without any senses, he had no way of judging.

Wait a minute, does his body still exist, or does he actually have only a soul body left?

That makes sense.

He was dead, his soul body was separated from his body, so he lost all his physical senses, and his last memories became so vague and weird.

What happens when you die? If the soul body after death has no attachment to the present world, it will be taken to the ghost world by the ghosts. There is nothing in this world for him to be nostalgic for, so this is the ghost world?

The ghost world turned out to be like this, there was nothing, nothing existed, it was an endless dark void.

It's not the ghost world he remembers......

Wait, the ghost world in his memory? When did he go to the ghost world? How could he have the appearance of the ghost world in his memory?

It seems that he is really confused.

Ming Chuan thought self-deprecatingly in his heart.

Did you really die? How did you die? Failed to exorcise the ghost and was killed by a ghost? Or was it eaten by the ghost energy in your body? Or was it some other accident?

Ming Chuan doesn't have a clue about these at all, but it doesn't matter, he is dead anyway, and his soul body has already come to the ghost world, and he has time to think slowly.

In this way, Mingchuan's mind became calmer, without the slightest fear and panic. He didn't bother with anything other than his memories being shattered and completely impossible to piece together.

I don't know how long it took, there was no way for him to measure the passage of time, and his consciousness felt like days had passed, and he was still floating in the darkness.

"You're the weirdest human I've ever met. ”

A voice suddenly floated in from a distance, low and at the same time so soft that it was impossible to distinguish between a man and a woman.

What kind of human voice is this? Is it a ghost? Or is it some other "thing" in the ghost world?

"This is not a ghost world. The owner of the voice seemed to know what Ming Chuan was thinking, and said, "I think you should know this very well in your heart. ”

Clear? Why would he be clear?

"Why? Have you forgotten?" the voice became a little confused, and after the question, he stopped, as if thinking about something.

Strange, the owner of this voice didn't know him, but he didn't have any memory of it.

"Wait, aren't you the one?"

The voice came again, only this time, it seemed to be very close to him. The owner of the voice seemed to have come to his side.

It seems that the other party has mistaken himself for someone else.

"Looks like I've mistaken someone. There seemed to be a hint of disappointment in the other party's voice.

When the other party finished saying this, Ming Chuan obviously felt the air around him shake, and then, as if he had fallen from a height, he felt a strong sense of weightlessness.

The speed of the fall became faster and faster, and the feeling of weightlessness became more and more obvious, and when his whole heart was suspended in the air, his body calmed down, and finally, it fell gently to the ground.

The darkness around them also faded, revealing its original appearance.