The dazedness that can't see the end, the loss that can't find the exit, the quieter the around, the more the fear in my heart becomes more and more like a fire that has just been lit, burning slowly. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Xie Jiuli hadn't felt this kind of uneasiness in his heart for a long time. Xie Jiuli has never been a ghost, not even concerned with his own death. But he was afraid of being in such a single, quiet world. This feeling of being heavy in his heart but not being able to find an exit from the hustle and bustle is the last thing Xie Jiuli wants to encounter.

As if sensing something, Qian Qian suddenly looked around, looking wary.

Van Gong glanced at him and asked puzzledly, "What's wrong?"

He moved his ears and said, "You guys...... Didn't you hear anything?"

Half a day has passed, and they are only in their own sights, where have they seen others? Where can there be any other voices other than themselves talking to each other?

The palace listened carefully to the movements around him in confusion, but found that he had heard nothing. So he turned his head to look at him, and said strangely, "You can't be an auditory hallucination, right? I've heard that people hallucinate in extremely quiet environments, either because they feel something talking, or because they feel that someone is calling them." ”

Xi Linchuan echoed: "Yes, yes, yes, I always feel like someone is calling me when I walk on the road alone......"

She turned around abruptly and looked up at the top of her head. He felt that the voice he heard was coming from this direction, but Xie Jiuli and the others looked at him and still didn't see anything.

Xie Jiuli looked at him puzzled and said, "There is obviously no one here!

He shook his head, his ears still echoing with that strange tune, so he affirmed: "I definitely heard it right!"

Xie Jiuli just wanted to say something, but something did sound in his ears. The voice was very soft, light like a feather floating in the air, and it couldn't fall. If you don't listen with all your attention, you really can't hear it.

At this time, even Xilinchuan and the Van Palace felt that something was wrong. Everyone's expressions were rare and consistent, and they were all confused and wary.

The voice was light but very gentle, and the low male voice was very pleasant, but it seemed to carry indelible sadness.

I could faintly hear the voice coming from far and near, and every syllable was gradually becoming clearer.

"Ge Sheng Mengchu, vines in the wild. Yu Mei died here. Who is alone! Ge Sheng is covered with thorns, and he is in the domain. Yu Mei died here. Who is alone! The horn pillow is full of flowers, and the brocade is rotten. Yu Mei died here. Who's with Dudan! Summer day, winter night. After the age of 100, return to its dwelling! Winter night, summer day. When you are 100 years old, you will return to your room!"

The tune is somewhat similar to today's opera, the tune is graceful and pleasant, but the words are sad. Xie Jiuli frowned and said in surprise: "Is this someone singing?"

Fangong listened attentively and said softly: "This is ...... Ge Sheng?"

Xi Linchuan said: "What is "Ge Sheng"?

"......" The original solemn expression of the Van Palace collapsed instantly, and he looked at Xi Linchuan and said in a tone of hatred that iron is not made of steel: "In addition to growing muscles, can you grow some brains and emotional intelligence? Just like you, if you can find a wife, it will be the biggest miracle in the world!"

Xi Linchuan looked at him unhappily, raised his eyebrows, and said with the ruthlessness of a man in the northwest, "What do you mean? Isn't it the god of song you said?

The Van Gong waved his hand, and his heart was unreasonable with this kind of person, so he had to explain: "This is "Ge Sheng", not the god of song! Ge Sheng is one of the poems in the Book of Songs, and it was often sung by people in ancient times! So what I am saying is that the sound we hear is that someone is singing "Ge Sheng"!"

Xie Jiuli asked, "Why does this "Ge Sheng" sing in such a tune? Don't you think it's weird?"

Van Gong said: "This was originally used to mourn the deceased, of course it infiltrated people." ”

Xie Jiuli exclaimed: "Mourning poems......? Or are they dead? That's why people are coming to mourn us?"

Fangong instinctively had two big heads, and said helplessly: "Didn't you hear what the man said? We are not dead! We are not dead!"

At this time, he suddenly stretched out his hand towards the void, and spread his palm upward. In the incomprehensible gaze of Xie Jiuli and the others, he slowly spoke: "The kudzu vine spreads and covers the thorn tree. Death is wrapped up in gezumi and thrown into the ravine. A long time ago, some people used kudzu as a coffin and threw it down the river, and some people on the shore accompanied the coffin and buried it wherever it went. This is...... Dead souls are singing. ”

Before he could finish speaking, he saw a drop of crystal clear water fall straight from above him on his outstretched palm. The water splashed and soon dissipated.

Xie Jiuli was dumbfounded, looked at Qian Qian with a look of adoration, and said, "How do you know that something is about to fall?"

Qian's face was complicated, but Wan Nian's calm face seemed to be filled with compassion. He seemed to look at his palm, and as if looking away through his palm, he said softly: "This is the tear of the soul, this kind of tear will only fall once for a soul, when you know that you can't die after death." He withdrew his palm, then turned to look at Xie Jiuli and the others, and said in a deep voice: "We guessed wrong, what we are in now is not in the gap between the world of the tomb keeper and the present world that Jiuli said, I'm afraid...... We are in the crevices of hell and earth!"

As if to reflect the truth of what the stinger said, many phantasms suddenly appeared above their heads. The shadows were of different shapes, but they were all dressed in white robes, and even the long hair was white.

Xie Jiuli felt as if there was a piece of transparent glass above his head, and those phantoms fell on the mirror, as if fallen leaves had fallen on the water, and the waves were rippling layer by layer. The phantoms passed through their heads in a line, and all that was left in the world was the deep and graceful male voice who was softly chanting the song he had just sung.

Ge Sheng Mengchu, vines in the wild. Yu Mei died here. Who is alone! Ge Sheng is covered with thorns, and he is in the domain. Yu Mei died here. Who is alone! The horn pillow is full of flowers, and the brocade is rotten. Yu Mei died here. Who's with Dudan! Summer day, winter night. After the age of 100, return to its dwelling! Winter night, summer day. When you are 100 years old, you will return to your room!"

Word by word, over and over again, the sorrow that penetrated into the bones echoed in this world with only one color, as if in those souls who were bound and could not die, crying......

The cold voice sounded again this time, but it was only a few words.

I heard him say, "This is the gap between the world and hell, and it is called the spiritual tomb." (To be continued.) )