Life is long, the road is thousands, there are not many roads to walk, shake a circle, go around a circle, and come to the end, only to find that the end of life is not the kind of beauty you expect, because you are just a part of the public.

This is a dim world, no wind, no sunshine, and no smell, in the staggered chaotic airflow, Fu Yuancai's head looked groggy, the moment he walked out of the courtyard, Fu Yuancai fell into a moment of trance, when he came back to his senses, he had appeared in this strange place, Hongyue in front of him had long been gone, and even the peace in his chest seemed to be gone, this is a noisy little guy.

People are like small boats, rising and falling in the dim world, and there seems to be a strange suona sound in the distant sky, Fu Yuan only fixed his eyes, and a touch of red dots with cheerful music slowly floated from afar.

A white horse dressed in white with a red flower pinned to his chest. Immediately, the young man was in high spirits, and fourteen strong men lined up on both sides behind him, holding a sign to welcome his relatives, and the words mighty and new branch were written on the sign.

Behind the man were two drummers with red cheeks, and the cheerful suona song was ticking and ticking.

Eight people in a sedan chair carrying the bride walked behind the team, the flower girls on both sides pulled the white flowers in the basket and splashed around, the white flowers fell with the huge red hydrangea on the top of the petite child, and it looked like a piece of paper flowers fluttering in the wind from a distance, the shy bride seemed to be unable to bear the loneliness, and secretly opened a corner of the wedding curtain, Fu Yuan only saw through the curtain, but what he saw was a hollow eye, like a portrait engraved on the tombstone, which looked very pale.

As the team continued to move forward, the phantom of the audience slowly appeared in the surroundings, or applauding, or looking forward to it, or dumbfounding, or reminiscing about the past.

A red sleeve ball rolled, fell in front of the white horse, the horse neighed, the red hydrangea stepped on by the white horse, laughing, two children chasing each other, inexplicably appeared in front of the ball, the short little fat hand poked forward, grabbed the ball, but lost their lives, the kissing team walked straight, there were two more pools of bloody and blurred blood on the ground.

From the appearance of the child to death, the white horse does not seem to see, the young man does not seem to see it, the drummer, the person carrying the sedan chair, and the spectators do not seem to see it, the horse is stepping on the flesh, the man is stepping on the flesh, the dog on the street is sniffing the flesh, and the flesh and blood in that puddle does not seem to be the two living children just now, but only the pig and mutton that fell from the street stall.

The fire in the coffin shop, the three old men in the coffin shop were talking and laughing and drinking wine, the fire was extinguished, and the three pieces of charred charcoal were still chatting happily with the black porcelain bowl.

The door of the silk shop was kicked open, and the strong man inside the door was holding a package full of money in one hand, and was smiling out with a smile in the other hand, and a bloody woman hung on her lap, and her long hair with a bloody path covered the whole road with the strong man's movement.

In the cave-like earthen house, two screams sounded, and out of the dilapidated cave came a murderer holding a child, who handed over the child in his hand to the roadside in exchange for a bag of gold, but behind the cruel smile was the dead corpse of the young couple.

Miserable, dark, desperate, and lonely, like a slide, appeared one by one in front of Fu Yuancai's eyes, the little girl's crying, the medicine made by the human heart, the greedy hands, and the cold and empty eyes, these could not move Fu Yuancai in the slightest, but the appearance of the last basement finally made this expressionless face look strange.

In the basement, a young man poured fire oil on the tombstone, on the bed, on the corpse, on the painting, and even on the stove, a huge flame rose into the sky, and the whole room instantly turned into a sea of fire purgatory, the door of the purgatory was burned open, and an armored warrior covered with pruning poison and embroidered with wind characters on his chest walked towards the secret room with a dull face.

The crackling of flames echoed through the long corridor with the footsteps of the samurai, and the blazing flames illuminated the murals of Seibu Man's burial and brought the final statue of the shogun to life.

The general raised his head to the sky and roared, blood flowed from his eyes, and the general slowly turned his head to look at where Fu Yuancai was.

Fu Yuancai's pupils shrank suddenly, his body couldn't stop trembling slightly, and dense white-haired men spread all around his body, drenching the soft silk robe with sweat.

The general on the mural actually had a face that looked exactly the same as Fu Yuancai! At this time, he was slowly looking at Fu Yuancai.

All people and things seem to be affected by some magical power at this moment, whether it is the sedan chair on the side of the street or the people watching, whether it is the murderer or the person who is killed, they all stand motionless, slowly turn their heads to look at Fu Yuancai, each of them has the face of Fu Yuancai, and each of them has the shadow of Fu Yuancai, men and women, old and young, strong men and weak women, each of them is a different form of Fu Yuancai, this is not only the world, it is clearly a ghost.

"Tick, tick, tick, tick......"

On the bed where the basement fire was burning, a dry corpse slowly got up, and walked towards Fu Yuancai step by step, obviously burning with flames all over his body, but his body was constantly bleeding, and the dry corpse walked in front of Fu Yuancai, and suddenly grinned on the same face, as if he was laughing, and seemed to say to Fu Yuancai that you are here.

At this moment, Fu Yuancai's hand hidden in his sleeve and holding the hidden weapon seemed to have no consciousness and couldn't move.

The most terrifying thing is that in addition to the heart is still moving, in addition to the brain is still thinking, in addition to the blood in the body is still flowing, in addition to the white hair and sweat on the body is still flowing, Fu Yuancai is like a puppet and can no longer make any movements, even if he moves his fingers.

The dry corpse stretched out his hand and grabbed Fu Yuancai, and his dark and dry fingers firmly grasped Fu Yuancai's neck, and then slowly walked towards the sedan chair......

"Tick to the ground, tick to tick ......"

The sound of suona sounded again, but this time the wedding song became a kind of mourning music for the guests.

People with red flowers, people blowing suona, people carrying sedan chairs, happy people, angry people, happy people, sad people, everyone wore a miserable white mourning clothes, and the smile on everyone's face turned into a crying wail.

The flowers in the sky turned into real paper flowers, and the sedan chair in the paper flowers slowly opened, and the woman who looked like Ji Yueling dressed but with Fu Yuancai's face was slowly dragging a huge coffin out of the sedan chair with the jade belt in her hand.

The woman opened the coffin, and there was a young man who was bleeding but had his right arm cut off, and there was a blood-stained knife beside the young man, Fu Yuan was very familiar with it, this knife and this person seemed to have seen somewhere, but he couldn't recall it carefully, the dry corpse had come to the front of the coffin.

The dry corpse stretched out his hand and grabbed Fu Yuancai on the top of the coffin, and then as soon as his hand was released, Fu Yuancai suddenly felt that his eyes were dark, and the whole person fell into the coffin, but he fell into the endless black hole, and his body kept falling......