"What will happen?" Tang Chengyong looked into the other party's eyes, not knowing if he was telling seriously, or if this curly-haired big brother was originally fond of playing tricks on others. In short, there was a bit of a smile and mystery in those eyes.

"It's not going to be anything, it's just going back to your original colors, it's just a painful process, it's just miserable. The curly-haired brother shook his head and sighed.

"What are their powers and rules?"

The curly-haired eldest brother was silent, Tang Chengyong thought that he was going to disappear again, but he didn't expect him to squeeze out of the willow tree at once, wearing a professional uniform, the width of his shoulders was about three times the diameter of the trunk, except for the characteristics of the spirit body, he was no different from a normal person in other aspects.

Tang Chengyong smiled, "I finally saw the true face of Lushan!"

The curly-haired big brother whistled behind him, Tang Chengyong turned around, and saw that on the right side of the passage last night, there were several more sets of Xuanxian began to change and combine. Obviously, it was a foreshadowing of the "Shadow Death" coming.

"See? These are the powers and the rules, and I can only hide in the trees. Okay, that's all I can tell you, go and get rid of the resentment and obsession in your heart, it's time for me to go. While the curly-haired brother was talking, a distant black spot appeared in the Xuanxian Channel.

Tang Chengyong said nervously: "He's here to arrest you? are you going to go with him?"

"The ghost is going with him, I'm going to play somewhere else, leave and come to my alma mater to visit, you can run too, I hope we can meet in the future!" The Soul Messenger's boat had landed on the lake, and the curly-haired brother jumped in and returned to the willow tree.

Seeing this, Tang Chengyong also fled to a far away place in the way he had just learned to quickly flip from the inside out.

This time, the "Black Shadow Death" was dressed up in a very Westernized costume and was masked, and the foggy black ship also became the appearance of a cruise ship, and after he jumped off the ship, he slowly circled around the willow trees in a fluttering manner, as if he was investigating the traces of the curly-haired brother.

From the hasty conversation just now, Tang Chengyong learned that this eldest brother should be his senior, and he also graduated from this university. Even though he didn't even ask the other person's name, he bowed far away towards the lake.

After that, Tang Chengyong put all his energy on how to interfere with Pang Lin's thinking. Finally waiting for a certain opportunity for Pang Lin to get drunk, Tang Chengyong failed to try to possess the body again, but unexpectedly harvested Pang Lin's memory fragments.

Wife, Murder, Senior Sister, Framed, Shuihua Villa, Mayor He's mother and son, Li Jingguang Taoist......

Sometimes, knowing how bad a person is, even as a bystander, can have very heavy psychological pressure, not to mention that Pang Lin is the culprit who caused him to commit suicide. So Tang Chengyong began the process of understanding and sorting out for nearly two years.

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The curly-haired big brother by the lake, seeing that the soul envoy who came this time was more "advanced" than usual, unlike the mechanical N-P-C soul envoys in the past - if he saw him hiding in a tree, he would leave on his own not long after.

This time, the soul envoy was dressed in an exaggerated robe in the shape of black mist, and his entire head was also wearing a black mist hood, revealing only two yellow shining eyes. The arm exposed by this soul envoy was also different from the usual soul envoy, it was a spirit arm, and the obvious spirit surface was covered with a layer of black gas.

The soul used the soul scepter in its arm to shoot thinner lines from the oval in the palm of his hand, laying out the willow trees. The curly-haired brother recalled in his consciousness that it seemed that he had seen this way a long, long time ago, and naturally sensed that the other party's actions should be some kind of trap.

He sank beneath the ground, turned into a long serpent of white smoke, circled the roots under the willows, escaped the area where the soul envoy was laying out, and entered a camphor tree far away, peering out from where the trunk forked.

Memories are what afflict Him. Long, heavy, occasionally out of sorts.

He looked leisurely at the "nimble" spirit envoy and guessed what must have happened to the spirit world and the spirit department, and whether it was good news for him or not. After all, it's less desperate to face a soul envoy who has the potential to communicate than a robotic mentally retarded soul envoy.

He recalled that more than a year ago, when he was still the sales director of a company, he finally managed to fight for this position, and maybe through his own efforts, he could save his girlfriend who thought he had no financial strength and separated before he could take off.

However, in a company that advocates the so-called "wolf nature" and uses a religious corporate culture to brainwash employees, everyone believes in competition regardless of costs and consequences, is proud of the wine table culture, indulges in workplace politics, and even the squeezed surplus value is anesthetized by a complete set of theoretical chicken soup.

At that time, he worked an average of 16 hours a day, the accumulation of savings could not keep up with the soaring housing prices, the environment full of anger nourished everyone's coldness, the resentful small team devoured everyone's enthusiasm, and interests stifled conscience, faith, ideals and goodwill.

Eventually, he died of a heart attack induced by acute alcohol poisoning after a meal.

He died in a state of intoxication, and when he woke up in the hospital room, he was at peace - finally free!

He didn't finish what he wanted to do before he died, as he said to Tang Chengyong before. Whether it is people's good wishes or bottomless desires, it is the same for him, and he hopes in his heart that Tang Chengyong can be liberated as soon as possible.

He had no complaints, no regrets, his heart was empty, and he didn't even know the meaning of running around while he was alive.

It is precisely because of the solidity of these thoughts in his consciousness that he was transformed into a resting soul in a very short period of time, and he also remembered the fragments of the process that had been arranged to the earth by those soul envoys countless times like garbage and constantly recycled.

In this life, seeing the spirit envoy for the first time, he decided to get rid of this fate and escape from those spirit minions who could not resist. He jumped out of the hospital window and hid in a tree outside.

This kind of thought also surfaced in time and became clear in the countless thoughts that suddenly exploded in my consciousness at the moment when I became a resting soul.

In the days that followed, his death became the talk of local media and netizens about death by hard work and dinner table culture. He thought that after he left, at least his well-connected colleagues in the company would remember him for a few weeks.

It's a pity that in the high-speed and fast-paced human society, the focus of discussion on the Internet shifted to the fermentation of the derailment and collapse of a small fresh meat love period five days later, and netizens replaced the previous round of scolding with a new carnival. In the eyes of netizens and big Vs, no matter good or evil, good or evil, big or small, there are several homogeneous labels: hot spots, angles, and traffic.

Within the company, it is faster to selectively forget about it. Only the top leadership expressed simple condolences the day after the incident, after an important meeting. In the afternoon, there was a new member who took the place of the curly-haired big brother.

Colleagues show compassion and declare "I am kind" to others, and secretly vent their emotions under high-pressure work, while most also show taboos, and the death of a colleague who spends more time with than family can only bring anxiety and more stress to the living.

From the third day onwards, everyone has been deliberately avoiding all topics related to Him.

In the huge network of interests, the complicated business circle, and the assembly line running like a perpetual motion machine, every labor force is just a screw, rusty, broken, and replaced. Anyone can be replaced at any time, and no one has to show themselves.

He "compressed" Himself into a fortune tree within the company, watching everyone and listening to every word. Eventually, the busyness of the world made Him feel something ridiculous.

It took him three months to return to his alma mater with great difficulty, following the "dark passages" that were filled with tree roots underground, evading the pursuit of the soul envoys. Here are the happiest and most stable memories of his living life. The young man who was full of enthusiasm and kindness to the world and society at that time has returned to his hometown, inheriting the memories of a long time ago, like an old man returning to his hometown.

A large number of trees blessed Him for a peaceful time. The memories he had gained in his consciousness made him understand that a long time ago, wandering souls who did not want to return to the spirit department could avoid being pursued by mechanized soul envoys by hiding among the trees.

What is it? Creator's Protection? Or is it a designer's game?

Pushing back his memory a little, he remembered that in a certain life, when he chanted slogans to participate in the procession, his young face seemed to be illuminated by the fire in his eyes, even if he was bleeding and sacrificed, it was a beautiful appearance;

Continuing a little further, before the Manchu Dynasty sounded the death knell, it was far less low, beautiful, and interesting than the brain-dead palace fighting drama, and the return of the decadent era condensed into the heaviness and hardship of the feudal dynasty on everyone's face;

Let the memories continue to move forward, their own identity, in that era of violence and turmoil, was classified as the lowest ethnic group, and among the hundreds of millions of people who died at that time, who would have thought that this large-scale massacre during the colonial period would be entered into the Guinness Book of World Records long after?

A few lives back, He once carried the nine-year-old child in his arms, jumped down on the day of the rainstorm and disappeared into the vast sea;

When he first heard the name Hei Tooth Changzhi from his father, who was an official in the court, he was still curious about the person's appearance, and later he also made his father feel scared and trembling because of the mention of the word Zhou Xing;

He participated in the excavation of the Grand Canal in the Sui and Tang dynasties as an ordinary laborer, and he also saw visions as the executioner who cut off Ji Kang's head—he still remembered that the moment Ji Kang was decapitated, two dragons, one white and one red, flew out of his cavity, oh no, maybe it was just his imagination or hallucination, overlapping with memories that were too long;

Although as a bride, he had never heard of the name of Meng Jiangnu, but his husband was indeed captured by Qin Shi Huang to build the Great Wall; he participated in the battle of Chengpu, and on the day of the defeat of the Bao army, he sold a full pot of eggs......

The more he went, the more He felt that the history known to him in this world was full of deception and lies.

In every era he experienced, he deceived the world with magical lies, and finally became a small part of the memory of history, and they wantonly modified, distorted, and fabricated history.

People who dare not face history face up to history play a sincere and courageous role in history.

He tried to rewind his memories as quickly as he could, back to the wild times of primitive beastliness. At that time, human beings, with the bloodiest excitement and the purest innocence, would have a worship of the law itself because the laws observed by several generations were confirmed, and every grass, tree, bird and beast in nature seemed to be able to give them power.

Perhaps what later generations called "civilization" is just to hide the instinct of the beast a little bit, and to wash away the blood all over the body a little bit.

…… Long.

…… Barren.

…… Lonesome.

All these memories made the curly-haired brother realize the absurdity of this world. It is also destined to hover between the soul of rest and the soul of resentment, becoming a wanderer, an outlier who watches everything and questions everything.

During his months at the lake, he tried to form a solid geometric space with the help of the surrounding arcs, moving high into the air little by little. It's a pity that every time you leave the trees, you will attract all kinds of spirit boats and soul messengers. He wanted to see where these threads stretched beyond the sky.

The starting point of all his memories came from a vague war, and he could no longer remember the details of that war, only that it was a war before humanity existed, and he had even seen the earth at that time: a sea of purgatory fire.

However, the source of all memories began to blur from the fragments of memories of that war.

…… Unknown.

…… Broken.

…… No solution.

The curly-haired brother was in the camphor, looking at the "spiritual" soul envoy, and after arranging the subtle mysteries, a very large complex collection was formed, like a cage that enveloped the weeping willows in it.

It seems that this ruthless soul envoy has made a year-long mystery trap, trying to trap him inside, and when he is extremely bored, has no way to escape, and goes crazy, he will willingly wait for the soul envoy to recover.

Thankfully, the emissary didn't notice Him escaping from the ground along the roots.

"This place is out of place. He thought to himself, and he didn't know when he would get his wish to see what the mysteries beyond the earth were like. The road ahead, there is still a long way.

At dinner time, Tang Chengyong, who was following Pang Lin home, didn't notice at all that the curly-haired brother was in a certain tree he was passing by, silently blessing him for the last time.

The curly-haired brother wishes him early revenge and turns into a resting soul, and also hopes that he can quickly remember all the life and death, ups and downs he has experienced in the distant time and space, and even hopes that after he remembers the intersection of the past, he can wander with him, continue to cooperate tacitly, and explore the more ancient and profound secrets behind the spirit boat and the soul envoy.

Back to the night when he began, Tang Chengyong appeared by the lake for the first time and sighed.

A thread that pierced the instep of His foot also passed diagonally through the willow tree. Therefore, the curly-haired eldest brother, who is the soul of wandering, felt the moving and poignant intersection between himself and the little brother outside in the trunk of the tree with the help of the Xuanlin, in the past long years, in the only life:

During the Anshi Rebellion, the curly-haired eldest brother, as a general, as his subordinate Tang Chengyong, once blocked an arrow for him......