"Am I going to die?"

There was not a single sound wave in the voice of questioning, and it did not come from nowhere.

After a long time, the quiet world sounded the inexplicable voice again, "I'm so tired, I'm so tired, I'm so tired that I just want to sleep well." ”

"Do you really say goodbye to this world?" A black-clothed boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old was lying in the rocky hills of the mountain stream, his eyes closed, and one picture after another appeared in his mind, like the reflection of time, repeating it over and over again.

It turned out that the black-clothed young man lying in this messy stone hill was none other than Ye Xingchen, who was shot down the cliff by the man in black in the mountain behind the Ye family.

At this time, he was in tatters, and his whole body was soaked in red blood, like a bloody man, lying there motionless. But when you get closer, you are surprised to find that he has not been breathing at all, and such a strange thing is really incomprehensible.

"Dead, are you really going to die?" Ye Xingchen was very unwilling in his heart, thinking that he had gone through so many battles and faced countless dangers, and in the end, he survived alone.

"Is it worth it?" Lying on the ground like a dead man, Ye Xingchen thought of his grandfather, his brother, his father and mother in his memory, and the girl he saw at the end, "Brother Xingchen." This is the tearing cry left by the girl when she fell into the cliff.

At this moment, a purple-gold ring on the index finger of Ye Xingchen's left hand emitted a faint halo.

"Why, am I not already dead?" Hearing the sounds of frogs, insects, birds and beasts around him, Ye Xingchen couldn't help but ask himself, since he fell into the valley, he didn't have any breath, no heartbeat, and even his body didn't have any residual warmth, but he could clearly hear all the sounds around him.

For this phenomenon, Ye Xingchen struggled hard and tried to wake up, but no matter how hard he tried, his body just didn't move.

After struggling like this for a long time, Ye Xingchen scolded loudly in his heart, "Fake death? Could it be that you have become a fake death?"

Thinking of this, his heart trembled, and he shouted angrily: "It's better to be dead." ”

Even so, Ye Xingchen still tried his best to wake up from this state of fake death, but in the end it was all in vain.

Sometimes, I feel that my soul is about to float out, but every time I just float half an inch away from my body, I am blocked by a purple-gold light, and I can no longer leave my body.

"Brother Najie, can you just let me die? Ye Xingchen wanted to scold, but unfortunately he couldn't speak, except that he found that his consciousness was clear, and his body was not controlled by him at all.

Time, like sand between fingers, flies by in the blink of an eye.

During this period, Ye Xingchen didn't know how many times he worked hard, but in exchange for hope and disappointment.

A timeless futility goes on.

On this night, the night sky is bright and moonlight, dotted with stars, and a light breeze blows through the mountain stream from time to time, and the pleasant melody of insects, fish, birds and beasts sounds from time to time.

The cool breeze has a letter, and the boundless night of the autumn moon should be a beautiful day for a hot-blooded young man to drink and talk. However, for Ye Xingchen, who was lying on the ground, it was a strange taste that ordinary people could not imagine.

For his repeated futility, Ye Xingchen sighed in his heart, "Accept the ring, could it be that his soul has been imprisoned by it?"

Thinking of this, Ye Xingchen already had a trace of the urge to cry, obviously he was conscious, but he couldn't open his eyes and really wake up.

"Brother Na Jie, please, don't you play with me anymore, okay?, Lao Tzu doesn't want to die like this!" Ye Xingchen shouted in his heart, but unfortunately, the Na Ring never had any reaction, but it only emitted a faint halo from time to time, tightly restraining his body in his body and preventing it from floating out.

", is Lao Tzu a human or a ghost like this?" Ye Xingchen was not only scolding, but also scolding, and what was even more sad was that his scolding always stayed in his heart, and no one around him could hear it.

Time, as usual, passed slowly in Ye Xingchen's helplessness.

It was late at night, and the sounds of insects, fish, birds and beasts around suddenly stopped for some reason, and the mountain stream instantly fell into a quiet, and even some of them were so quiet that they felt a little terrible. The moonlight poured down and shone on Ye Xingchen's bloodstained and coagulated body, making people feel terrifying and heart-wrenching.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, the stars shifted, lightning and thunder roared, and the moon hanging in the sky disappeared in an instant.

However, after the wind and lightning thunder, there is no rain in the sky, such a rare phenomenon of thunder on a dry day, no cloud and no moon and the stars are hidden, it is no wonder that the insects, fish, birds and beasts in the mountain stream will suddenly disperse.

With a loud bang in the sky, a bolt of lightning fell straight on Ye Xingchen.

However, what is surprising is that Ye Xingchen, who was hit by lightning, was unharmed, such a strange scene is really incomprehensible.

After a long time, I was surprised to find that Ye Xingchen, who was already like a dead man, had a slight squirm in his left index finger. Then, I saw that the purple gold ring on his index finger continued to emit a faint halo, and as time passed, the halo surged rapidly, converging continuously, until finally turned into a dazzling light and burst out of the ring with a bang.

As the light shot out, there was a light cough, "Ahem." Then I saw Ye Xingchen, who was in a state of fake death, holding the ground with one hand, covering his chest with the other and scolding, ", I thought I really died like this this time." ”

Just when Ye Xingchen was scolding in order to vent his soul being trapped, a light cough sounded in his ears.

Ye Xingchen was about to scold again, when a deep and deep voice suddenly sounded, "If you want to die, how can it be so easy to wait for you." ”

Hearing this, Ye Xingchen was shocked, "Could it be that he found it?" Then, he looked around vigilantly, his tone was cold, and said, "Who made fun of Young Master Ben." ”

"Hehe, the tone is not small, it's just that you are no longer a young master of a family. The mysterious man ignored Ye Xingchen's questioning, and instead joked out loud.

"Who the hell are you? Looking around, he found that there was no one, and he didn't know where the sound came from, Ye Xingchen couldn't help but shout angrily.

"Little doll, there are some words that you can't say casually if you have a mouth. Regarding Ye Xingchen's angry shouting, the mysterious person was not only not angry, but reminded him loudly, looking like a teacher.

Without waiting for Ye Xingchen to speak, the mysterious man chuckled, "Sometimes, some words have to match their own strength before they can be compared with others." ”

After saying that, a loud laugh broke out...

"If you don't see the real person, please don't rely on the old and sell the old in front of the young. As Ye Xingchen spoke, he slowly forcibly stood up with the sharp pain in his chest, and at the same time raised his vigilance to the highest point, and was ready to fight at any time.

Seeing Ye Xingchen's fighting look, the mysterious man sneered, "Little doll, it's good to be vigilant!" and then smiled: "This is very in line with the old man's spleen." ”

Hearing the mysterious person's tone, Ye Xingchen was stunned, and if he thought about it, he said in a low voice: "Isn't it him?"

Presumably, Ye Xingchen regarded the mysterious person as the man in black who knocked him off the cliff a few days ago, but after hearing what the other party said, he dispelled the doubts in his heart.

Although it has been ruled out that the other party is not the man in black that day, there is always a little uneasiness in his heart, "Who is Your Excellency?"

Hearing this, the mysterious man couldn't help but ask, "Man, how did the old man ever tell you that I am human?" After saying that, he laughed, "Haha..."

Hearing this, Ye Xingchen was shocked, his eyes kept moving back and forth around, and his voice trembled slightly, "It's not a person, what is it?" The mysterious man sighed, "Old man, it's really not a person, it's just..."

Ye Xingchen was pricking up his ears to listen, the other party suddenly lost his voice, and was about to speak, but when he saw the sudden brightness in front of him, he was shocked, and his body instinctively retreated.

"Little doll, don't be afraid, the old man won't hurt you. The mysterious man said.

Hearing the voice, Ye Xingchen saw a white figure standing in front of him, with long purple hair fluttering in the wind.

However, when Ye Xingchen fixed his eyes, he found that the other party was not a human, but an illusory soul body.

"Ghosts. This is the only answer in Ye Xingchen's heart at the moment, the appearance of the mysterious person has already made him speechless with horror.

"Little doll, now, do you still dare to say that the old man is a human?" The purple-haired old man leaned over and looked at Ye Xingchen with a smile.

Looking at the mysterious old man in front of him, Ye Xingchen was thoughtful, stunned for a moment, then clasped his hands into fists, and said in a respectful tone: "Forgive the younger generation for being brave, I don't know what the seniors are called?"

Seeing this, the purple-haired old man paused slightly, and then smiled, "Little doll, not bad." Then he got up, reached out and stroked his beard, which was also illusory, and spit out two words lightly, "Kobe." ”