"Zheng Ze" thunderous voice sounded in his ears, low and hoarse with an inexplicable sense of familiarity, Zheng Ze came back to his senses and remembered where he was.

"Who, who's calling me?" He looked around, and in the vast hall, there were all kinds of high-tech appliances except for kittens, but the owner of the voice was completely gone.

"Zheng Ze, born on May 20, 1988, died at 9 o'clock in the evening on XX year, XX month, cause of death - ruptured spleen, excessive blood loss."

The time of birth and death was accurately stated, Zheng Ze now understood who the owner of the voice was, and it should be the "salesman" of this window.

"Well, this ......" Zheng Ze thought about it in his heart, and after thinking about it, he said in a more modest word, "Hello this friend, I am Zheng Ze, do we have any other process next?" That's the case, I've almost lived enough in my life, and since we're all in the underworld, I won't be verbose. If it's nothing, let's just do business, hurry up, and go to reincarnation as soon as it's over, so that we won't delay the brother below, right? ”

Zheng Ze's words were sincere with a smile on his face, not like he was joking at all.

I don't know if his words had an effect, but after the words were spoken, the whole room suddenly went dark, and all the objects, including the cats who were trying to climb his trouser legs, disappeared. Then there was another flash of darkness, and the darkness reflected a little light like the black set of an old movie theater. At first, those bright lights were scattered in all corners of the room, but gradually they seemed to have consciousness, gathering towards Zheng Ze, and after a while, those bright spots gathered together, and the "movie" was really played.

Zheng Ze was still curious to chase those points of light at first, but when the movie picture was clearly revealed, it was like being struck by lightning, and he stiffened and froze there, because the movie was not playing someone else, it was the scene when he died.

It was a busy street, the days were long and the nights were short in midsummer, the sunset had just dissipated, the rainbows were shining with dazzling brilliance, and the nightlife of the bustling city had just begun. Nine o'clock in the evening is the most crowded time in the center of the city, but at the moment the north-south road of the central street is long and blocked. The driver blocking behind him hurriedly honked his horn and anxiously urged the car in front to move forward, but the few cars parked on the side of the zebra crossing did not respond at all, because in the middle of the crosswalk in front of them, a man was lying motionless in a pool of blood.

The blood formed a puddle of blood under him, spreading like ink on the asphalt, soaking the gray-black pavement. A boy of five or six years old next to him sat on the ground, shook his appearance, and immediately began to cry in fright.

Zheng Ze knew that his death was quite ugly, which could be seen from the tattered clothes and bruised skin on his body, although he didn't feel any pain now, but it still looked very shocking. It's just that the traces of this body are in the dungeon full of wandering spirits, so he doesn't take it too seriously, and he doesn't disdain to compare himself with others. But these appearances that he didn't care about were in stark contrast to the crowd around him when they appeared in the "movie".

The tremendous impact of the car had caused devastating damage to his body, and when he looked down from above, his shoulder blades had been completely misaligned, his limbs had almost all been broken, and his body was lying on his back on the ground and bent into a strange shape. However, the most bizarre thing was his chest, six ribs broke the moment they were hit, two of them went outwards through the chest, and more of them were sunken into the chest cavity, puncturing the spleen.

A large amount of blood flowed out of the punctured organs, and the parts that had not had time to flow out of the punctured flesh flowed back to his head, scrambling to overflow from his mouth and nose, and the seven orifices were bleeding and terrifying.

However, what shocked Zheng Ze was not his own death, but the man who rushed out of the crowd in a panic and held him in his arms. The man was obviously mad, and his pride and self-restraint had long since disappeared, and all that was left was panic and panic. On the crowded street, he sat on the ground without an image, holding people tightly in his arms. Blood seeped through his shirt, staining his normally clean and tidy shirt, and he seemed to notice it at all, calling out and reaching out to wipe away the blood that had spilled from the corner of the mouth of the man in his arms.

But it was all in vain, and the blood was wiped away and then overflowed again, until the man's palm was stained blood-red, and it could not be wiped clean. The man panicked, and kept calling a name out of his mouth, but the owner of the name was already unconscious, and could only try to maintain the last sobriety. However, the loss of blood took away his entire body, and he tried to raise his head to say something, but he only raised his head and suddenly lost his strength when he was close to the man's ear, and before he could even rush out of his throat, he was blocked by the overflowing blood.

Then he slowly closed his eyes and never woke up.

The man, who had not heard even the last words, broke down in an instant, and he howled in pain like a beast that had lost his beloved. He regretted it, he let go of his self-esteem, let go of hatred, let go of scruples, he was willing to give up one qiē and start over, but the person he wanted to fight for would never come back.

Holding the body that was gradually cold in his arms, the man's silent tears crawled all over his face, which were tears of remorse, tears of despair, tears of regret for the loss of a qiē.

Zheng Ze stood motionless outside the screen and watched the scene in front of him reappear, and his heart, which had long stopped beating, suddenly felt a burst of pain, as if it had been pricked by a dense needle, the wound was not big but it eroded into the marrow, spreading from the heart to the whole body, and he bent down in pain.

He never thought that it would be like this after death, shouldn't that person hate him? The man was intent on approaching him and deceiving him, but he wanted nothing more than to take what was in his hands. Now that he has all the qiē in his hands, he has been kicked out of the board of directors, he has become a lost dog, walking on the street in a muddle and then being hit and killed, shouldn't that person clap his hands and sigh that the revenge has finally been avenged? But why is that person so sad and desperate, like the world collapsing, pain and pathos can only cry helplessly.

The tears in the eyes can't be faked, the trembling hands can't be faked, and the desperate cry in the end can't be faked. Zheng Ze didn't understand why there was such a big deviation between reality and his long-standing cognition, why he thought that he had finally touched the truth before he died, and now it seems that those so-called truths are just his own false conjectures.

Didn't that man not love him, didn't he hate him to the core, didn't he want to leave him a long time ago? What is the purpose of such a cozy gesture now, a kind comfort before death?

Fake, fake! Zheng Ze didn't want to believe that he had just seen a qiē, and he didn't want to admit that when he saw the man hugging the corpse and howling in pain, he was so distressed that he couldn't even stand up, so he could only grit his teeth and hold on.

Yes, he still loved that person, and he never hated that person until he died, but so what? He's already dead, a ghost is drifting one by one, one is alive and one is dead, and it's impossible for yin and yang to separate them.

As if hearing his heart, just when Zheng Ze wanted to open his mouth to urge him to send him to reincarnation quickly, the voice that had been silent for a long time thought in his ears again: "Zheng Ze just saw the scene when you died, and according to the truth, there is no fraud. ”

"Thank you for taking me back to the past, okay, now that I've finished reading, it's time to send me to the afterlife, right?" Zheng Ze didn't want to recall these anymore, he stayed here for a moment longer, and had those memories for a second longer, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to control himself, and he would want to rush back and grab that person's shoulder to ask what was going on.

But it backfired, and the reality was always so cruel and ruthless: "I'm sorry, you can't leave now." ”

"What!" Zheng Ze cried out in surprise, "Why don't you want me to go?" Zheng Ze admitted that he was a bit of a bastard when he was alive and did something immoral. But those are not extremely vicious things, he has not harmed anyone, nor has he hurt any lives, and at the end of his life, he bravely sacrificed himself for others, which can be regarded as accumulating yin virtue. But what is the situation now, to detain him in the underworld?

Zheng Ze's thoughts turned around and he didn't come up with a reason, but fortunately, the voice quickly replied: "Because the obsession on your body is too deep, you can't enter reincarnation at all." ”

"The obsession is too deep, what do you mean?" Zheng Ze had a bad premonition in his heart.

"People have seven emotions and six desires, and obsession is the concrete embodiment of seven emotions and six desires, which confirms people's greed, hatred, ignorance and delusion. Under normal circumstances, after death, these obsessions will dissipate with the soul leaving the body, but your death is too sudden, and the obsession on your body does not dissipate, but comes to the underworld with the soul. "And what's even more troublesome is that this obsession now has an invisible connection with the Yang Realm. You can now look down at your left ring finger, and there's a red line that represents your connection to the yang world, and you can't enter samsara until you untie the connection. ”

The words have been said very clearly, although Zheng Ze is very reluctant to admit it, but the truth is like that - even if he is dead, the bond between that person and him has not been untied. Oh, how funny, how funny. Zheng Ze couldn't help laughing, not long ago, the man was ruthless, wishing to put him to death, when he died, he became that person's obsession again.

Zheng Ze looked down at the ring finger of his left hand, and at this time, there was indeed a reddish light on the finger that represented love and sincerity, as if it had grown out of his body, extending into the dim darkness in front of him, and finally disappeared. "So...... What do you want me to do, how can I get rid of my obsession, borrow the corpse and return to understand all those grievances and hatreds? Zheng Ze admired himself a little, he could still be so calm at this point, and took the initiative to put forward some ideas.

But unfortunately, the other party did not adopt: "I'm sorry, you're dead." ”

"I know I'm dead, and I can't die anymore." Zheng Ze moved his arm and manually moved the misaligned shoulder blade back, "So what, then what?" You sue me, what should I do, what can I do!? ”

Do you want him to stay and wait in the underworld? Waiting for the time to pass day by day, waiting for the man to forget him, waiting for him to completely disappear into the torrent of time, and finally only a little mark remains? Reality is always crueler than imagined, Zheng Ze feels that he is really unlucky, and he will not be at peace when he dies.

"Zheng Ze, although people cannot be resurrected after death, time can be changed. The underworld is different from the Yang Realm, there is no passage of time here, there is no past and no future, there is always only the present. Therefore, I can use this loophole to send you back to before you died, giving you time to dissolve the obsession in your body. ”

"Back to ...... Before death? Zheng Ze's eyes widened in surprise, this kind of thing has always been just talk, and human beings have not been able to achieve it so far, but they didn't expect that this is not a matter in the underworld, and a small "window staff" can also do it.

"Yes, back to before death. But due to the limited power of the soul, I can only send you back 49 days before you died. After that the power of your soul will dissipate, and without the support of the power you will eventually return to the underworld, back here. The voice paused and asked, "Well, now you have two choices, one is to continue waiting until the connection with the Yang World is disconnected, and the other is to ......"

"Go back, I'm going back." After saying the answer without hesitation, Zheng Ze himself was taken aback, it turned out that he was so unwilling, did he want to go back and ask what was going on? was betrayed, deceived, and finally died on the streets, but now he goes back in time and has a chance to start again, how could he give up!?

As if expected, the voice didn't even give Zheng Ze time to regret it, so he directly urged: "Okay, since this is the case, I won't talk nonsense anymore." Then I will send you back to the 49th day before you died, until 9 p.m. on the XX day of the XX month, and you will have 49 days to unravel your obsession. But Zheng Ze, you have to remember that I can only help you go back to the past, and it depends on you how to do it, success or failure is fate. You only have 49 days, and after 49 days, whether you succeed or fail, you'll be back in the underworld......"

The voice became smaller and smaller, more and more ethereal, and when he couldn't hear it at all, Zheng Ze's eyes also went dark and he lost consciousness.

By the time Zheng Ze came back to his senses, the things around him had completely changed, and he ...... Are you back?

It's still hard to believe, but he's "come back from the dead" and return to a place he once knew so well. Even if it's only 49 days, that's enough, knowing all kinds of conspiracies and endings, this time he won't be toyed with between applause like a fool, and he won't give a trace of emotion.

Although the bold words were exciting, but at this time, when he looked down at his hand on the doorknob, Zheng Ze was a little stunned. It's the 49th day before he died, what is he doing with this dejected appearance as if he had been kicked out of his home?

However, before he could think about it, the door behind him suddenly opened.

A clammy and cold air flow entered his ears with a cold question: "Where are you going?" ”