The bamboo raft carrying the huge fragments of the corpse was placed behind me at some point, and the group of people carrying it did not know where to go, and the bamboo raft was placed behind me, and the fragments of the corpse in the red and green robes were like small hills, half the height of my body. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The send-off team disappeared, and there were no weirdos behind the bamboo row. I looked at the red-green robe with some horror, and for some reason, the huge mound of corpses was trembling slightly, as if the fragments of the corpse inside were wriggling.

I looked at the scene in front of me in a daze, and had given up on escaping. I knew in my heart that it was a dream, and although I had great fear in my heart, I wasn't particularly flustered, and I knew that if I didn't want to see it, I just had to close my eyes.

Didn't the old man and the little one say, if I close my eyes, there will be no shadow in the world. This applies only in dreams.

I'm in a dream right now, so that applies to me.

I've made up my mind that as soon as this pile of corpses becomes something terrifying, I'm going to close my eyes right away.

The fragments of corpses underneath the red and green robes wriggled for a moment before they stopped shaking.

What does that mean? Why is it still not moving? I was wondering when a sigh came out of my ears. I was shocked that there was no one else around, and I sighed...... Could it be from a broken corpse???

I decided to get to the bottom of the corpse, what it was that could be broken into such a large pile of pieces. I sat cross-legged on the yellow earth, and a series of words popped out of my mouth with a series of words that I couldn't understand myself.

I was shocked, what are these words? No way? Above the fairy language? But I don't have an immortal on me, why do I say such a thing? What makes me depressed is that although these words pop out of my mouth, I don't know what they really mean, that is. I don't know a word about what I'm talking about.

What made me even more depressed was that the pile of corpses actually responded to me, but unfortunately, I couldn't understand what it said, I could only hear a heavy breathing, slightly hoarse voice talking to me, I said a word, and he answered.

I wanted to shut up, but I couldn't, and it was like talking about the rhythm. My mouth is out of my control.

I just sat cross-legged on the ground and kept talking to the pile of broken corpses that were still bleeding from the bamboo raft.

I couldn't understand what it meant, but I could feel his emotions in my conversation with him.

It wasn't him who was dismembered, his mood was very calm, not at all the manic, angry or sad I had imagined. It's as if he was born to be such a thing, and it's normal to talk to me.

But I was very sad, and the more I talked, the more heartbroken I felt, as if I had been greatly wronged. I just want to look up to the sky and howl, I'm wronged, I don't even know what I'm wronged!

The huge pile of corpses seemed to have been comforting me, but the more he said it. The sadder I felt, the more I cried.

And the more I cried, the more sad I became, and I cried so much that I couldn't breathe. Bow your head and let out a cry of sorrow.

"Don't cry." A familiar voice came into my ears, with a slight regret in the tone, more inclusive. I looked up in surprise to find that the pile of corpses, which had been tightly wrapped in a large red and green robe, had suddenly cracked, and the sight inside made me open my mouth wide and forget to wail.

Sure enough, it was exactly the same as I remembered, under the big robe were fist-sized pieces of corpses, and to my surprise, these pieces of corpses seemed to grow on top of the robes, and as the robes opened, the pieces of the corpse also opened with the robes, revealing a figure wrapped in the center - it was a person, a man, a naked man, with a smooth and flawless body.

Little by little, my gaze swept over his jade-like body, he lay straight on top of the corpse, and when I looked up and saw the face of this body, I exclaimed, it was me!!

No, to be precise, it's someone who looks exactly like me, but it's not me, because I don't have someone else's body like white marble, and I don't have his curly hair, it's a curly ......

I looked at the man in amazement, his eyes closed, whether he was dead or alive, his face was peaceful, as if he was asleep.

I slowly got up from the ground, looked at him, and did not see his lips open and close, and heard the exact same voice as mine entering my ears, as if I was listening to myself: "Don't cry, my head hurts!" ”

I'm crying? Does he have a headache? I frowned and asked him, "Yes...... You talk to me? ”

"It's me......" The voice came, but I didn't see any expressions or movements from him, could he be a statue?

"Are you...... His Holiness? "I hesitated to say what I thought in my heart, my master told me that I should have known this answer before, but I don't remember when I had this feeling, and he told me that I would learn about it in a dream recently, so when I realized that I was dreaming today, I knew that it should be this dream, and eighty percent of it was right.

And I figured it out in my dream, why it was this dream, because when I first got the prompt, I was looking at my own life and death book, and there was this thing on my life trajectory recorded on the life and death book, which made me feel puzzled at the time, but I couldn't understand the deep meaning, and today when my dream reappeared, I realized that this dream is to tell His Holiness the secret, but unfortunately, I only felt the horror of the dream, but I didn't understand what this dream had to do with His Holiness.

But when I found the pile of corpses behind me, I couldn't help but start to get excited, I felt that I had reached the point where the whole thing should be lifted, so although I felt terrible in my heart about this thing in front of me, there was a faint glimmer of hope in my subconscious.

Especially after I cried inexplicably, this thing showed me the "naked substitution" of "me", and I was even more sure of this idea. This guy of the natural volume, the eight achievements are my past life.

So, I boldly asked the doubts in my heart.

I was expecting him to give me a clear answer, but when I finished asking this sentence, the voice did not answer for a long time, and my heart cooled little by little...... (To be continued.) )