"The Soul Returns...... The gods and Buddhas of heaven and earth, at my request, summon the soul into a dream and find its traces...... The four seas are scattered, the heaven and the earth have no place to return, and now call their souls and return according to the way...... The Soul Returns......"

On the high platform of the main hall, the eyes of the beauties were closed, James Shichun sang and danced, and the long call seemed to penetrate the clouds, sounding ethereal in everyone's ears, over and over again.

This witch-like summoning seems to really have the mysterious power to summon people's hearts, and the consciousness of the courtiers with complicated moods is gradually relaxed, and they are scattered, the bitterness of ten years of cold windows, the sorrow of life, the separation of youth, the farewell to the beloved, the life and death of relatives and friends......

The past is like a bleak wind and rain, and those long-term memories of the sudden changes in the world come to the face in the sleepy songs, and the sorrow and regret hidden in the bottom of the heart gush out.

Come back, the river flows backwards, time is reversed, and we do it all over again!

Come back, regret and remorse, all turn back, and start all from the beginning!

Everyone has tears in the corners of their eyes, and everyone has unattainable dreams in their hearts, but everyone is indulged in them without knowing it.

Zhan Shichun's voice began to be hoarse, but Wei Wan and An Zhulin, who were shrouded in purple smoke on the golden throne on the high platform, seemed to be in a deep dream, sometimes smiling at the corners of their lips, sometimes frowning, struggling in the dream, but never waking up.

Why haven't you come back yet?

The anticipatory emperor staggered down in front of the incense burner, looked at the Taoist priest dancing like a wild crane, looked at the high platform shrouded in heavy mist, and his heart trembled—why?

Is the bond not deep enough, or is the love and hate not strong enough?

If love can't bring you back, what about hate?

Cheng Huan, Cheng Huan......

Come back, come back, past and present lives, heaven and earth, all I seek is to be in peace with you!

In the past and present life, all the beautiful and unbearable, time passed by violently, and he tried his best, but he had to get nothing with empty hands...... What else?

The emperor seemed to remember something in an instant, and reached out to touch his sleeve.

A thin wisp of green smoke floated out of the main hall, and instead of rising into the air, it fell rapidly to the ground.

Under the high platform, Bai Chenghuan only felt a pain in her brain, and immediately felt as if someone was tearing her soul out of this body, and the pain that came from the depths of her soul instantly drowned her like a tide!

"The princess!

Shao Hui and Qiu Yu only saw their master fall down without saying a word, letting out a frightened cry, and the people who followed were quickly alarmed, but the woman in the car was no longer breathless.

She couldn't move, but someone in her body was using a sharp blade to separate her soul from this body!

can't go, this is her body, this is her shell, she is Bai Chenghuan......

Bai Chenghuan was trying to compete with the force that summoned her, and in a daze, she heard someone sneering in her ear - Bai Chenghuan? No, you are Xu Chenghuan, you are the dead Xu Chenghuan, go back to where you should go, go back!

Someone is calling her gently, Cheng Huan, return, return!

But she's dead, she doesn't want to go back, she can't go back!

She tried her best to tear at that force, but everything in front of her finally turned around.

Flowing clouds like waves shuttle by, the majestic platform shows in front of you, the wide hall, in the golden splendor, the purple gold incense burner burns, the emperor kowtows, and the hundred officials cry tears - this, is this the place to summon spirits?

Bai Chenghuan was dazed and saw that her body had no color, floating in mid-air, the emperor she had loved and hated, was quietly throwing a strand of hair tied together into the purple smoke of the incense burner, his eyes were crazy and persistent-

"As a husband and wife, the white head is inseparable...... Cheng Huan, this is my thought of staying by my side, I once thought about not giving it to anyone, but, but, only in this way, you are willing to come back, isn't it?"

The sweetness of the moment when the hair is tied on the wedding night?

No—she shouted, but no one could hear her, and she hurried over, reaching out to get the strand of her hair from the censer, and she didn't want to be tied to this man for the rest of her life, no, no!

But the smoke in the incense burner like a cloud dragon going out to sea curled through her fingertips, and the transparent soul couldn't catch any grain of dust in the world, nor could it keep the green silk that disappeared into the raging flames in an instant!

No!

She opened her mouth again, but there was no sound.

The transparent skirt fell to the ground, and she already understood that she was really unable to do anything as a lonely soul.

Almost at the moment when the green silk was cremated, the emperor's gaze was focused, he looked at the hazy figure in front of the incense burner, and pounced ecstatically:

"Cheng Huan, it's you back, you're back!"

His fingers passed through the figure, and he didn't catch anything—he couldn't even make out the face of the shadow, but at a glance.

He could recognize that it was the man he had been waiting for had returned!

"Cheng Huan, I've been waiting for you for a long time. ”

Tears welled up in the emperor's eyes, and he stretched out his hand towards the shadow:

"Cheng Huan, come back, come back to me, come back ......"

He actually saw her......

The transparent soul stood coldly in front of the incense burner, looking down at the hand that the emperor had stretched out in front of her, and the water on his face.

It seems that as long as she stretches out her hand and puts everything in the hands of this person again, everything can be done as if it never happened, and everything can be done again.

There was even a force that was tearing her soul at his side.

She slowly raised her head and looked at the courtiers in the main hall who were fascinated and dreamy.

So that's how it is—

Heaven and earth have righteousness, and miscellaneous manifolds. The lower part is the river mountain, and the upper part is the sun star.

Yu people say Haoran, full of gloom. The royal road is clear, containing and Tuming Court.

When the poor festival is seen, one by one. In Qi Tai Shi Jian, in Jin Dong Fox Pen.

In Qin Zhang Liangshi. At the Han Su Wu Festival. For General Yan's head, for Ji's blood.

……

These courtiers who live in the temple are the manifolds given by heaven and earth, and they are the caretakers of fate.

When these people all hope that time will be reversed, that everything will turn back, how strong is that kind of mental power?

When everyone wants everything to happen all over again, what kind of soul can escape such an obsession?

Even James Shichun is doing this scene very seriously.

But she didn't want to!

She glanced back at the man she had loved, turned around, and walked past the censer and onto the high platform.

She lingered on the high platform with light steps for a moment, and then put her hand on the shoulder of the woman on the golden throne, and gradually disappeared.

When James Shichun stopped singing, no one turned his eyes in confusion, the lights in the hall had changed from immobile to wanton dancing, and layers of mist filled the incense burner, and Zhan Shichun knelt on the ground, kowtowing and praying to heaven:

"At my request, the soul returns!"

And the emperor had already knelt in front of the incense burner, tears running down his face and meandering on the jade ground.