"Where is this?" Am I dead? …… Qin Xiaoqiu is a little confused, is there still consciousness after death? This is the legendary soul? Can't help but feel numb on the scalp, is there really a ghost in the world?

Suddenly, a white-bearded old man with fairy wind and bones appeared out of thin air, Qin Xiaoqiu was stunned, in addition to ghosts, there are also immortals?

…… It's too mysterious, it turns out that superstition is not superstition, it's true!

However, this old man is somewhat familiar.

The old man twisted his beard, looked at Qin Xiaoqiu with a smile, and looked at it before he said: "You blocked the dead knot for the deity, and the deity promised you a lifetime of glory." After finishing speaking, she raised her sleeves, and Qin Xiaoqiu only felt that her soul was floating~~~

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Qin Xiaoqiu was woken up by freezing, there was no wind, but a cold breath came out of the cracks in her bones, and she shivered from the cold.

Then, she woke up.

Then, she was a little confused, still lying where she couldn't figure out if she was dead or alive?

Aren't you dead? She is a person who begs for a life on the tip of a knife, and she knows the structure of the human body very well, and the shot on the edge of the cliff hit the heart, how can she be alive when she is shot through the heart?

What's more, after being shot, he fell from a cliff, with such a high drop, even if he didn't hit that shot, he would be thrown and his bones would be gone!

Hehe, Qin Xiaoqiu smiled softly, her eyes full of self-deprecation.

Originally, she was tired of the endless killing, and she didn't want to live that kind of life in hiding in Tibet again. Originally, when she fell off the cliff, she was glad that she had finally escaped the killing and finally gained freedom.

But now it seems that she still overestimated herself, in fact, subconsciously she didn't want to die in vain!

Also, her life was exchanged for Xiao Yang's life, so what qualifications does she have to give up lightly?

Lying in a daze for a while, consciousness always exists, gradually, the chill becomes more and more biting, and the cold shivers ~~~~

It was pitch black, not even a star, oh! By the way, this is not the Yang World, and the Netherworld should have no stars, right?!

What is it like when others die, Qin Xiaoqiu has never died before, but she is still conscious when she is dead, which makes her feel fresh.

And that dream......

…… The deity wishes you a lifetime of glory......

Who is the deity? What does it mean to be glorious? She's a dead person, and she wants to be glorious and useless!

Could it be that the Netherworld is actually another world? There is also a distinction between rich and poor, and there is also a 'lifetime' life? …… Oh, how fresh!

Thinking of these absurd possibilities, Qin Xiaoqiu not only laughed at herself, but she was also really bored, and she would talk about a dream for a long time.

Alas! Let's hurry up and find black and white impermanence! It's strange cold here, she killed a lot of people when she was alive, and when she got to the Netherworld, she was afraid that she would be sent to the eighteenth layer of hell.

I don't know if I can touch Xiaoyang, I hope not, the eighteenth layer of hell is torturous... Well, the place where ghosts are tortured, although people like them are not afraid of torture, but it's better not to happen that kind of thing, I can't see that Xiao Yang can at least comfort himself, Xiao Yang may have been reincarnated? - If there is a cycle of life and death.

This comfort is not groundless, Xiao Yang died only after blocking the gun for her, how to say that it is also sacrificing himself to save others, and the just King of Yama will definitely reduce Xiao Yang's punishment for killing as appropriate, right?

Qin Xiaoqiu got up while thinking blindly, and as soon as she moved, she was affected by the injury on her leg, and she grinned in pain.

What's the situation? How can ghosts perceive the same as humans? Do you know that it hurts when it's cold?

Frowning and touching the sore spot, it was cold in her hand, and a certain Xuan in her head was broken at once, Qin Xiaoqiu's eyes widened as if she was ghostly, trying to see the pain clearly, no, she wanted to see her leg more clearly, not the injury on her leg.

The body is cold and has no temperature, and I heard that ghosts are also cold, which is in line with this, but what happens when his legs suddenly become much thinner?

Shrink?

Qin Xiaoqiu tried to open her eyes wide to see clearly, but it was too dark to see anything.

Surprised, I reached out and slowly touched my legs, the sore area seemed to have a thin scab, and my legs and stomach were indeed much smaller, as well as my feet, buttocks, waist, arms, and heads...... Oh, my God! Her proud breasts turned out to be an airfield?!

The more Qin Xiaoqiu touched it, the more frightened she became, with her understanding of the structure and proportions of her body in her previous life, she was very sure that either her brain was pumping, or she was still dreaming, or it was not her body.

Brain pumping? Have you ever seen such a fresh brain pumping patient?

Dream? Who dreams of feeling the pain of a leg injury?

Damn, could it be that she fell with a nervous disorder and a damaged brain, so that the touch of her hands was scrapped below zero?

Oh oh, yes, I almost forgot, she's dead.

Qin Xiaoqiu touched her chin and frowned, could it be that after death, people's souls will shrink?

Although she felt incredible, Qin Xiaoqiu had to admit that this was the most reasonable explanation.

Qin Xiaoqiu even accepted the shrinkage of her body after death, and she could barely accept small things such as still having pain in her soul body.

I stood up, moved, and felt the pain in my calf obviously, but there was nothing wrong with that.

Qin Xiaoqiu looked around, and saw a piece of artemisia grass higher than her head, she was not in a hurry, locked a direction, and walked forward slowly, rather than looking for black and white impermanence, she wanted to see the style of the underworld first.

Once you are sent to the eighteenth layer of hell, it will be difficult to figure it out!

When Qin Xiaoqiu explored the 'Netherworld Mansion', she didn't know that someone had been thinking about her for a full day.

About half an hour ago, in Zhushan Village, about three miles away from where she was, outside the broken house door at the west end of the village, which had been abandoned for three years and seemed to be blown away by a random wind, there stood a thin and crumbling wooden door.

The little doll clung to the dilapidated wooden door in fear, tiptoeing to look frequently on the mountain road.

Several times he took a few steps forward with small broken steps, and each time he was less than a few inches away, he retracted nervously.

If you look closely, it turns out that a few inches in front of the little guy's feet, there is a line drawn with a stick, and the middle of the line has obviously been broken and repaired crookedly.

"Sister, sister......" The sky was getting darker and darker, and the little one was getting more and more uneasy, and his mouth was muttering lowly, and only the wind could hear his whisper.

…… Sister is back, come back soon......

It was night, the wind was blowing, and the wind carried the moisture that had not yet dissipated after the rain, looking for the thin hem of the little one's clothes and drilling into it, and the little one shivered with cold. But at this time, the little guy couldn't care about the cold, he was more afraid than the physical cold, afraid that even his only sister would leave him.

Because of the rain for several days, everything that can be swallowed at home has been eaten into the belly.

I really couldn't help it, so after the rain stopped at noon, my sister went to the mountains to dig wild vegetables.

Thinking of eating, the little guy's little belly screamed at the right time, he subconsciously touched his belly, and smacked his small mouth a few times.

The last ray of light in the sky was carried away by the wind, and the surrounding scenery became more and more gray and blurred, and the little one's eyes widened vigorously, trying to find his sister from the mountain road.

But...... Sister?! Will my sister ...... Let's go? Don't want him anymore?

As soon as a bad thought came to him, his thoughts were tightly grasped, as if his sister had really left him and never came back.

The more the little guy thought about it, the more frightened he became, and as soon as he was in a hurry, he ran along the road at the entrance of the village with his little short legs in a panic, one foot deep and one foot shallow.

"Sister, sister......" The trembling voice drifted far away with the wind~~~~

At the same time, Qin Xiaoqiu finally broke out of the artemisia grass field, just found a stepping height, stood up and looked around.

I got rid of the artemisia grass but not the darkness, but after the eyes adjusted to the darkness, the outline of the surrounding scenery could be divided into half.

For example, she is standing in front of a large mountain.

"Sister, woo...... Sister ......"

Suddenly, a trace of sound floated into Qin Xiaoqiu's ears, as alert as her, and immediately found that there was someone! Uh~~ There's a ghost, okay! has been a person for 30 years, but after the new death, I don't know who is the little ghost?

"Sister, where are you, wow! ~~~I'm afraid~~~Woo...... Sister is back~~~~"

…… Yang, Er?

Qin Xiaoqiu was stunned, what is this voice?

Xiaoyang? …… A small gap was torn open in distant memories, and she woke up at the base at the age of six with no memory in her head, and she was not the only child at the base, just as she was not the only child who had lost her memory.

Xiao Yang, along with all the children she trained, had their memories washed away when they entered the base.

A strange place, a harsh training, forcibly washed away all memories of the past, that fear is like being in a black hole, surrounded by boundless darkness, in the darkness monsters are everywhere, ready to rush out and tear her apart and eat her.

In that environment, people's hearts will slowly sink, only Xiao Yang, like an angel who has fallen into hell, even if he forgets everything, he always smiles in the face of harsh training and punishment.

Thinking of Xiao Yang, Qin Xiaoqiu couldn't help but feel a throbbing pain in her heart, the person who brought light to her life and saved her life, when she met her for the first time, she was called sister! ~~

"Sister, Xuan'er, I'm afraid, don't, no, ignore Xuan'er......"

The voice flickered near and far, and Qin Xiaoqiu, who listened to it, had five flavors of grains in his heart.

No, if life can be restarted, she will never ignore Xiao Yang again.

Could it be that Xiaoyang's ghost knows that she has arrived in the underworld, and this is to pick her up?

Qin Xiaoqiu subconsciously jumped off the high ground, looking for the sound and walked forward in a daze, she wanted to see if the person who called her sister was Xiao Yang, she didn't want Xiao Yang to return to her childhood after death, crying.

"Sister, sister......"

The voice seems to be on the mountain road, and I don't know where to go~~~

Xiao Yang never cried in front of her, even if she was younger than her, she always looked like an optimistic little man, and even that sister was just polite when they met for the first time. Later, he never called her sister again, and always called her with a smile: Qiu.

How could such a Xiao Yang cry so sadly?

Qin Xiaoqiu, who was crying, was heartbroken, gasping for breath in pain, subconsciously reached out to touch his chest, grabbed the clothes on his chest, but in the next moment, he was stunned.

Her heart is beating! ~~~

"Knock, knock, knock......"

Although the heartbeat is not that powerful, it is indeed the beat of the heartbeat.

What's going on?

…… The deity wishes you a lifetime of glory......

The words of the white-bearded old man in the dream are still in my ears.

Isn't she dead? Qin Xiaoqiu couldn't help but swallow the cool air on the side of her mouth.

…… Borrowing the corpse to return to the yang......

A possibility that only appears in fantasy mythological dramas, jumping into thoughts.