At the end of each fight, I was covered in bruises, and each time she was back to her gentlest mother, always gently rubbing a blue potion on my wounds. I found the crystal clear blue potion she used to be very special, every time I rubbed it on the wound, it felt very cool and comfortable, and there was a hint of tingling, and it didn't take long for those bleeding wounds to heal completely.

After healing my wounds, my mother would always tell me many interesting stories, and also taught me various knowledge and skills such as piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, as well as various principles of life, and conjured up a lot of beautiful and delicate fruits for me to eat out of thin air, and the appearance of those fruits was something I couldn't see in real life after I woke up.

After eating the fruit and listening to the story, my mother would take my hand and fly in the sky for a while before putting me down, and every time I arrived at this time, I knew that my mother was going to leave again, and every time I was very reluctant to let her go, and wanted to fly for a while.

She also looked like she couldn't bear to leave, and hugged me tightly for a while before gradually disappearing. Every time I see my mother disappear, I wake up naturally, and when I wake up, I feel very lost, and I miss her very much.

So every time I woke up, I couldn't help but get up immediately, and I didn't care about getting dressed, so I ran to my mother, and then hugged her and told her not to go, and then flew with me for a while. My mother was very strange about my gaffe every time, and counted that I had only just slept for a while, and then I missed her again, so useless, what should I do when I grew up!

But every time I told her very seriously, in my heart, even in my dreams, she was the highest and most beautiful fairy in the world. Even though I knew my mother wouldn't believe me telling the truth, I couldn't tell her the truth, because I had promised my dream mother to keep her mouth shut.

So every time my mother would beat me on the head a few times angrily, criticizing me for not learning what was good with my father, and learning some skills to chase beautiful women. Every time my father listened to it, he secretly gave me a thumbs up, obviously complimenting me on getting his true biography.

My life has been in this process of ridicule, true and false, and even some absurdity, more than 20 years have passed, and now I am about to graduate from college. Although I always give the impression of being sickly, stupid and lazy, always sleepy, and average in my studies, I have the image of being useless.

But in fact, in the dream, under the education of my mother, I was not only wise and intelligent, proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but also practiced a superb swordsmanship, but every time I woke up, I quickly forgot about it.

But as soon as I returned to the dream, those abilities were instantly restored. So I myself also feel very absurd, I envy myself who is omnipotent and clear-headed in my dreams, and I hate myself who is always sleepy and confused in real life.

Sometimes I really look forward to seeing my mother in real life, and I can have a good time competing with her in swordsmanship, and even if I can have the ability and wisdom in my dreams in real life, it would be great.

It is precisely because of this extravagant hope that when I see a man and a woman on the dragon boat on the Nai He Bridge, I will be shocked, especially when I see clearly that the woman in ancient costume who wields a sword and fights hard is the mother I can only see in my dreams! I didn't expect to see my mother in real life!

And when I saw clearly the man with the terrifying skull mask on his face who was fighting her, I was shocked! According to my experience, the swordsmanship of the man wearing the mask should be above my mother's! So I was very worried that my mother would be harmed, and although I knew that the swordsmanship I had learned could not be used in real life, I rushed over without hesitation.

But when I got to the vicinity of the dragon boat, I stopped in some confusion, trying to think about whether I was dreaming or in real life? But when I saw that my mother was fighting more and more hard, and it was already in danger, I couldn't think about anything else, and rushed to the dragon boat without hesitation.

Maybe my mother was distracted by seeing me, and the masked man caught the opportunity and stabbed my mother with a sword!

"No! Mother!" I flew into the air like crazy, and in a flash I came to the masked man, blocking the sword that stabbed at my mother. With a sharp stabbing pain in my chest, I witnessed the other man's sword plunge completely into my heart......

"Uhhh

After the masked man drew his sword from my body neatly, I saw a burst of blood spurt out and splash him all over. He seemed to be used to this kind of bloody scene, and he didn't hide from it, letting my blood squirt on him constantly. From the only look in his mask, I could sense that he was really enjoying the thrill of killing.

"It hurts!"

I looked down at the blood that was constantly spurting, and after muttering a silent sentence in my heart, I felt that my whole body was convulsing in pain, and I was about to lose consciousness. At that moment, I knew that I was going to die, and inadvertently, I remembered that I had listened to my mother explain to me in a dream those words after death.

It is said that after a person dies, the soul body must wander in the yang world for seven days to dissipate the remaining yang energy in the soul before it can pass the examination of the ghost gate and enter the underworld. Therefore, there is a saying that the first seven souls return to the yang world, because often the soul body is willing to go home to see the living relatives before officially entering the ghost gate, and make a simple farewell to leave the yang world with peace of mind.

Of course, this kind of death is for the yang world, as long as the soul is still there, it is not really dead, only when the soul is also gone, it is a complete death. However, the soul is a very fragile living form, and if it is exposed to the scorching sun during the day, it will scatter and die on the spot. Even on a night when there is no sunshine, it is still very dangerous on the way to the Ghost Gate.

If you encounter an object that glows with flames, lights, fireworks, meteors, and lightning, you will still die. And even if you pass through the ghost gate safely, it is still dangerous after entering the underworld. Because the underworld is not like the yang world, the legal system is sound, and innocent people must not be killed indiscriminately. Fights between souls and bodies abound.

In the underworld, only a strong soul can survive for a long time, and finally get the opportunity to be reincarnated, and the only way for the soul to be strong is to suck other soul bodies, so don't look at the fact that a large number of people die in the yang world every year, and a large number of soul bodies are constantly entering the underworld through the ghost gate, but when these soul bodies drink Meng Po soup at the Nai He Bridge and continue to move forward on the way to the reincarnation pass, most of the soul bodies are gradually absorbed by the air of the underworld, which is the so-called yin qi, because the physique is too weak.

After these dissipated soul bodies are purified by Yin Qi, they become an extremely pure soul rain that falls down, and this kind of soul rain is a great supplement for other soul bodies, so it is easy to be absorbed by the soul body and become a nutrient to strengthen one's soul. It's just that this kind of soul rain is too rare and precious, so whenever the soul rain comes, it will cause the soul bodies to kill each other, and only the surviving soul bodies can enjoy the nourishment of the soul rain, and finally successfully reach the reincarnation level.

When I was reminiscing about the soul that my mother told me, I planned to go home and accompany my parents to the ghost gate in the seven days before the first seven days. also secretly vowed that he must successfully go to the reincarnation level and strive for smooth reincarnation as soon as possible. In the next life, you must be a man who stands up to the sky, and don't waste your life like this life.

However, I suddenly remembered another question, that is, I am the identity of the master of the underworld, do I have to stay in the underworld forever? Because ghosts like Meng Po and Lord Yama, who have special identities in the underworld, don't seem to participate in reincarnation? Suddenly I was a little depressed, and it seemed that my desire to be a man who stood up to the sky in the next life was about to be frustrated.

As soon as I thought of this, I was a little crazy, regretting that I shouldn't have molested that ghost princess in the green skirt in the first place.

"Yang'er, wake up!" Just as I was thinking nonsense, I heard my mother crying out heart-rending from behind me, and shaking my body very hard.

This shout of my mother made me sober up a lot, and when I opened my eyes, I felt that I should be in my mother's arms. The goddamn masked man was still on the other side, and I suddenly realized that my mother wasn't out of danger yet. I saw that the masked man saw me open his eyes again, and raised his sword again, obviously to kill me and my mother for the last time.

I know that my mother is also more auspicious this time, firstly, she is still holding me in her arms, and she can't resist at all, and secondly, her swordsmanship is still a little worse than that of a man wearing a mask, and death is only a matter of time.

So I quickly used my brain to think of a way to resolve this crisis, and after thinking about it, I suddenly remembered an inexplicable question, that is, whether my mother and I are in a dream now, or in the yang world, or in the underworld.

If it's in a dream, there's nothing to worry about, because my mother said that people in dreams can't die, as long as you wake up, there's nothing to do. If it's in the yang world, I don't think it's very likely, because we are on an antique dragon boat on the Lechuan River, and not far from the Huangquan Road and Nai He Bridge, obviously only in the underworld will have this place.

And this place is dark and weird at first glance, ghostly mist, without the slightest sunlight, this is by no means an environment that can be imitated by later decoration in the yang world.

But if this is the underworld, the problem comes again, Meng Po and Huang Dong were originally ghosts in the underworld, but they just borrowed corpses to return their souls to live in the yang world, so it is normal for them to come here. But Yang Chen and I are authentic people from the Yang world, how could we casually enter the underworld?