In the quiet courtyard, the vegetation is lush and industrious bees flutter among the flowers. Occasionally, a few cicadas chirp, as if adding a touch of color to this silent place.

In the gorgeous and lively courtyard in the past, it is now full of white grosgrain decorations, and the eyes are full of sorrow.

Tomorrow is the seventh day of the death of Ye Chen, the young master of Ye Mansion, commonly known as the first seven. According to the regulations of the Star Continent, tomorrow is the day of his burial.

It was late at night, in the quaint and atmospheric hall of the annex, a huge black and gold nanmu coffin was placed in the middle, and the room illuminated by goose-yellow candles around it was like day.

In front of the coffin is an offering table, which is filled with all kinds of precious pastries, which is not tempting. A small golden bowl in the foreground is lit up and lit up.

The room was quiet, so quiet that you could hear the faint sound of the candle flame burning.

"Knock-knock!knock!knock!" "It's dry, watch out for the candles." ”

There was the sound of a husband beating outside. Listening to the rhythm of the gong, it is now the time of the third watch.

At that moment, there was a slight coughing sound from the coffin, and then it seemed as if someone was groping for the coffin, and the silent coffin board made the sound of branches, and then, a hand suddenly emerged from the coffin and climbed onto the edge of the coffin.

If there was someone in the hall at this time, it would definitely make this movement faint.

It seems that I have been asleep for a long time, wandering in the torrent of space and time, without consciousness, without perception, without knowing the years.

Floating, floating, a black vortex appeared in front of him, and an amazing attraction came out of the vortex, constantly pulling the soul of the ink dust, and the ink dust without the slightest resistance was sucked into the vortex.

Then, there is a world of silence, colorlessness and light.

。。。

Slowly opened his eyes, the goose-yellow candlelight pierced eyes couldn't be opened for a while, and it took a long time to squint at this strange place.

"Am I not dead?"

Mo Chen vaguely remembered that when he was dying, his body turned into a sword, and the Mo Jun Sword, which had fused his lifelong cultivation, rushed towards the Divine Dragon Phantom. Just like the prophecy of the ancestor of Lingtai, he should have died and disappeared, but now he unexpectedly found that he was still alive.

"Slow, this, this is not my body?!!" Soon Mo Chen sensed that something was wrong, the current body was young and weak, obviously not his original body.

Slowly closing his eyes, his divine consciousness entered every corner of his body, and he examined it carefully. It wasn't until he found the damaged Mojun Sword in the corner of the sea that Mochen could figure out what was going on, and it should be that the Divine Sword Mojun broke through the shackles of the Divine Dragon Phantom with a wisp of his remnant soul when he was feathered, and finally reborn in this strange boy.

Mo Chen couldn't help but smile bitterly, he didn't expect that such a thing as borrowing a corpse to return his soul would happen to him.

Immediately, he was relieved that he was still alive when he should have died and died, and living was already a great creation.

I just don't know if this is or not Earth.

After figuring it out, Mochen couldn't help but be curious about his current body. After some careful inspection, it is fortunate that it is a man's body and there are spare parts that should be there. Looking at this white and tender arm, the age should not be very old.

Because the soul and body have not yet fully merged, Ink Dust cannot fully control this body. It took a lot of effort to climb out of the coffin, and slowly paced forward with the coffin board, and when he came to the front of the coffin, he saw the tempting pastries on the table, and his stomach growled a few times.

I picked up a piece of pastry and put it in my mouth, and while eating, I curiously looked at the surrounding furnishings, and the hall was dyed golden by candlelight. Picked up the tablet on the table and looked at it, only to see a column of golden words in the middle of the tablet, "Wu'er Yechen's Spirit Position", and a column of small characters was written on both sides, which should be written on the eight characters of his birth or the reason for his death. Just as Mochen was about to take a closer look, the door suddenly opened.

A pretty girl dressed exquisitely and even more delicately, dressed in white and wearing a white scarf on her head, pushed open the door and entered the hall.

The two pairs of eyes looked at each other for a long time, and they were stunned.

"Ahh!!h

"Hmm, ghost, where did the ghost come from?" Mo Chen couldn't help but look around when he heard the woman's shout, and after a while, he understood, and walked towards the girl with a smile, "This girl... You misunderstood...".

Mo Chen's self-righteous smile was harmless to humans and animals, but at this moment, in the eyes of the girl, it seemed to be a cruel smile from the evil ghosts of hell.

In fact, it is really no wonder that the girl is so frightened, because now this body has been lying in the coffin for seven days, although there are twelve corpse beads placed in the coffin, so that the young man's body remains unchanged, but his face is still as white as paper.

Seeing that the ghost in front of her was walking towards her, and showing that kind of terrible smile, the girl was scared enough. In a panic, he didn't know what to grab and threw it at the man.

Mo Chen looked at the flying golden candlestick, subconsciously used his spiritual power to resist, and suddenly found that he did not have the slightest immortal power after being reborn. Looking at the candlestick that was getting closer and closer to him, Mochen smiled bitterly.

With Duang's voice, Mochen's head and the candlestick came into close contact.

It was dark in front of him, and Mochen fainted again. Lying on the ground on all fours, there is no image of an immortal with the fairy wind and bones of the past.

The movement in the room was really not small, and the maids on night duty nearby followed the sound of the movement to take a look. I saw that Miss Xiaorou was sitting on the ground trembling in the spacious hall, her eyes glazed and her face was frightened. Following the young lady's gaze, everyone also saw the second young master who was supposed to be lying in the coffin.

After a while, it was chickens flying and dogs jumping, and the whole Ye Mansion was alarmed. At the end of the day, the Ye Mansion was brightly lit.

On the bed in the courtyard, the boy who had been sent away for a few days came back completely, and was lying there quietly at this time.

The young man is the ink dust who borrowed the corpse to return to his soul at night, and after his resurrection, he was knocked out by a candlestick, and the second young master Ye Chen, who had been dead for seven days in the eyes of outsiders.

There were many people around the bed, and Ye Qun, the head of the Ye family, and his wife stood aside, anxiously looking at the resurrected son lying on the bed, and then at the doctor Wang who treated his son. Outside the door, the maids stuck their heads up.

"It's weird, it's weird. After a while, Doctor Wang couldn't help but wonder if he was puzzled.

Seeing this, the lady on the side, who had been impatient for a long time, broke free from her husband's embrace and asked anxiously, "Divine doctor, how is my son?"

Hearing this, Doctor Wang comforted: "Madame, don't worry, although Ling Lang is a little weaker, he is no longer in serious trouble. ”

The lady was overjoyed when she heard this, and hurriedly held her son's hand, fearing that she would lose it again. Ye Qun, the general next to him, was much more stable, although his son's resurrection from the dead also surprised him inexplicably, his brows were furrowed, but at the same time he was puzzled. After all, his son has been dead for seven days, so it is difficult to see such a thing as the first seven resurrections.

"Old Divine Doctor, may I ask, what is going on with Xiao'er? Could it be true that there are seven days of resurrection?" the general asked.

"Hmm... There are no wonders in the world, and the reason for Ling Lang's resurrection, the old man is not very clear, but at this moment, Ling Lang has indeed come back to life, and when the old man prescribes some medicine to recuperate, I believe that Ling Lang will be cured soon. Doctor Wang replied.

When everyone had left, only General Ye, Mrs., Ye Xiaorou and Ye Chen who was lying on the bed were left in the room.

"Rou'er, tell me more about what happened today. The general looked at his daughter, who was standing beside him.

"Hmm... As the child passed by the mourning hall tonight, he heard a movement inside, so he pushed the door open and went in to take a look. After entering, I saw the second brother sitting on the offering table, eating pastries in one hand, and watching the tablet in the other. . . Ye Xiaorou organized the language and told her parents everything that happened when she was a child.

As he spoke, he quietly glanced at the young man on the hospital bed, "Second brother, he is still pretending to be a ghost to scare me, and he is laughing madly." So, so, I didn't know what I touched in a panic and threw it over, but I didn't expect to smash my second brother unconscious. After saying that, he stuck out his tongue embarrassedly, and it looked cute.

"No wonder Chen'er has such a big bag bulging on her forehead, it turned out that you girl smashed it. The lady stroked her son's forehead distressedly, turned to the girl and said without complaint.

"Oh, people know it's wrong, besides, isn't the second brother okay now? Mother~" Seeing that his mother was about to blame herself for the second brother, she stepped forward to hug her mother's waist and coquettishly beat her.

"You, really... Okay, okay, your second brother is fine, and I'll be relieved. "Madame's coquettishness with the little girl is really no way at all.