The autumn morning breeze wrapped in bursts of chill kept blowing over the half-bald poplar trees, and from time to time brought down one or two dry leaves from the branches, the withered yellow leaves fluttered in the morning breeze, like a lonely boat lost in the sea, full of sadness and loneliness......

Near the east side of the funeral parlor, in a vacant field surrounded by barbed wire, there were 26 kneeling prisoners in prison clothes, and hundreds of heavily armed armed police soldiers were waiting solemnly in all directions of the execution site, with loaded guns aimed at the prisoners in front, just waiting for the commander's final order to carry out the execution.

Yang Hongtao knelt in the middle of a group of prisoners, his low body stiff as a dry stake. He knew that no matter what he said at this time, it would be too late, and struggling and resisting would only hasten his death.

Originally, Yang Hongtao had the urge to retract his confession, especially when he saw his once beloved girlfriend Xiaoya and his boss Huang Lianshu, who set a trap and framed him in prison, walking into the court with an intimate expression, the monstrous anger almost swallowed all his sanity. But when he turned his gaze to the tear-stained and concerned eyes on the faces of his elderly parents and sister's family sitting in the hearing seat, the anger and a glimmer of instinctive desire to survive that had just sprung up were immediately overwhelmed by this warm family affection!

He knew that he would never be able to fight Huang Lianshu no matter what, in fact, this was an unequal struggle at all, and the two sides were not on the same level at all. Yang Hongtao, who calmed down, understood that even if he dared to tell the truth desperately, it would be useless, because he had no direct evidence to prove that his boss Huang Lianshu was the main messenger behind the series of economic fraud and criminal cases. Even if the judge accepts Yang Hongtao's testimony, Huang Lianshu can casually introduce another substitute ghost to bear all the charges, and at most it will make Huang Lianshu lose an extra amount of money. However, afterwards, Yang Hongtao could never escape Huang Lianshu's crazy revenge, and he could not escape death after all, and even all the relatives related to him were also implicated...... Yang Hongtao didn't want his parents and sister's family to bury him, so in the end, he had to grit his teeth and bear everything hard......

After walking out of the courtroom with the heart of death, Yang Hongtao thought that he could really face death very calmly, but when he really felt that the cold muzzle pointed at the back of his head was constantly exuding the breath of death, he was still very inevitably afraid of the vulgar......

It's a pity that no matter whether Yang Hongtao can accept this ending or not, everything that should come will still come after all, with the order of the commander of the armed police force, there was a "click" bullet loading sound behind him, and the crisp sound was like an invisible big hand knocking on the gate of hell dullly.

"Ready-shoot-"

As the final order was given, the sound of gunfire rang out over the execution ground, while twenty-six 7.62 mm rifle bullets roared into the back of each death row inmate's head with angry flames.

Just before the gunshots rang out, Yang Hongtao, who knew that his life was about to come to an end, because of his infinite nostalgia for this wonderful world, naturally flashed in his mind as fast as a movie every face he had ever been in contact with in his short life...... A kind mother, a strict father, a sister who dotes on him the most, and a girl next door who used to be unsuspecting......

Subsequently...... Xiao Ya's beautiful but ruthless face and Huang Lianshu's sinister and disdainful face were frozen in Yang Hongtao's mind, and then these two faces were infinitely magnified, like two legendary ghosts of impermanence, with cold eyes, wantonly mocking Yang Hongtao, a death row prisoner who was about to be deprived of the right to live......

Intense anger and unwillingness like a raging fire kept burning Yang Hongtao's soul, as the so-called extreme must be opposed, when this anger and unwilling emotions burned to the extreme, Yang Hongtao's mind suddenly returned to calm.

I don't know if it's a ghost or a providence in the dark, when life is about to end, the last face that appears in Yang Hongtao's mind will be an old face full of vicissitudes of life!

It was an old lama that Yang Hongtao met by chance in a dilapidated temple when he traveled to Lhasa three years ago. The jade pendant is engraved in Tibetan with the famous six-character mantra in Buddhism, according to the old lama, this six-character mantra is the mantra of the great compassion Guanyin Bodhisattva, a long time ago, Guanyin Bodhisattva himself held this mantra and practiced to become a Buddha. After selling the jade pendant, the old lama was still very enthusiastic to teach Yang Hongtao to recite the six-character mantra several times, but Yang Hongtao felt that the lama's tone when reciting the six-character mantra was a little awkward like a foreigner speaking Chinese. Or it is precisely because of this that Yang Hongtao has left a very deep imprint. And at this moment before he died, he somehow thought of the cunning old lama, and at the same time subconsciously recited the six-character mantra taught to him by the old lama in his mind.

"Om, what about me—"

However, what Yang Hongtao never expected was that at the same time as the six-character mantra sounded in his heart, he seemed to see six huge characters flying into the air and turning into six white halos of different sizes, and the white circles of light emitted divine brilliance to envelop his entire son, and then before Yang Hongtao realized what was happening, these six auras began to shrink rapidly.

Although Yang Hongtao's body was still kneeling there, in his senses, he felt as if he was a fluffy ball of cotton candy, which was savagely rubbed and suppressed by the six circles of light, and quickly turned into a small rock candy. In just the blink of an eye, Yang Hongtao had completely lost control of his body, and all his consciousness was compressed by the six apertures and concentrated on a point in his mind.

At this moment, a scorching bullet had already drilled through the skull of the back of Yang Hongtao's head with the piercing gunshot, and a bloody breath swept through his mind with an indomitable bloody breath......

I don't know if it's an accidental coincidence, the bullet that symbolizes death happened to pass through the center of the circle compressed by the six strange apertures when it passed through Yang Hongtao's skull, and it was not a little off. And the six white circles of light disappeared at the moment when the bullet passed through, as if it had turned into an invisible net imprinted on the small bullet.

However, the blazing bullet did not lag in the slightest, and flew by with a slight sweep, and then squirted out from Yang Hongtao's wide open mouth, and with a "ding" sound, it fell into dust seven or eight meters in front of Yang Hongtao.

Twenty-six condemned prisoners fell to the ground as shots rang out, each corpse with a bullet in the back of its head in a bloody hole the size of a peanut, like a demon's eye from hell.

After completing the execution mission, the soldiers of the armed police force began to quickly clean up the execution ground, first using forensic equipment to pierce the bullet hole in the back of the corpse's head and turn it around twice, and after confirming that the prisoner was completely dead, the soldiers worked in pairs to carry the corpse to the car according to the number.

Later, logistics personnel came to clean the blood-stained ground and collect the shells and warheads consumed during the execution. These things are to be processed uniformly, and every time a certain amount is accumulated, they will be transported to the arsenal and re-forged into various bullets.

Originally, according to the regulations, after each execution mission, the staff in charge of cleaning the scene had to collect all the shells and bullets consumed this time, but sometimes it was probably because of the angle of the shot, and some bullets would shoot directly into the ground in front of the prisoner after being shot out of the prisoner's mouth. Of course, the staff could not dig the entire execution ground three feet into the ground just to find one or two bullets, so it was not a problem to collect two or three fewer bullets at a time.

This time, three bullets were not found, and the staff in charge of cleaning the execution site did not care either, seeing that the blood stains on the ground had been covered with loess, they sealed the found bullets and shells, and got into the car one after another, and disappeared in the noise of a car horn and the thick black exhaust gas spewing from the exhaust pipe......

Yang Hongtao felt that his consciousness was like an extremely compressed piece of cheese, tightly bound in a cold and hard bullet. No matter how hard he struggled, as soon as he touched the invisible web on the surface of the bullet, it was immediately bounced back to the center of the bullet. At this time, the bullet shrank under a flat stone, and through the gap between the rocks, Yang Hongtao could still clearly see everything that was happening in front of him. He watched "himself" staring at his empty eyes, slumping limply on the dusty mud floor, turning into a bloody corpse, and then being lifted into the car and gradually moving away, his heart could not tell whether he was sad, shocked, or excited.

It turns out that after death, there really is a soul! Then the so-called reincarnation of life and death must also be true!

It's just that he doesn't understand why other people's souls are free, but only after his death, his consciousness is bound in a small bullet and can't even move.

Yes...... Yang Hongtao could clearly see the souls of the other 25 condemned prisoners who were executed in the same batch, and in his eyes, those souls were like transparent shadows, which kept wandering and floating in front of their respective corpses as soon as they appeared, like a group of children who had lost their keys to their homes and were helplessly guarding in front of their homes.

However, the evil aura emitted by those armed police soldiers made these dazed ghosts have an unparalleled fear, so when the armed police soldiers carried the corpse away, although those souls were reluctant, none of them dared to continue to follow the corpse, so they could only helplessly stay in the place where the corpse had been parked, and kept drifting......

Yang Hongtao really can't understand, how can he be so unlucky! Before he was alive, he had to carry the black pot for others, frame the boss, and after death, he became a ghost and was trapped in a small bullet!

Could it be because he recited the six-character mantra before he died?

Worst! It is said that this six-character mantra is the supreme proverb of Buddhism, and it should be used to drive away evil spirits and demons. But the problem is that he, Yang Hongtao, seems to have become a ghost the moment he finished reciting this six-character mantra, and he has naturally become an evil demon that needs to be purified and eliminated by Buddhism in the eyes of people, and he actually recited this mantra silently in his heart before he died, wouldn't it become a curse for himself to torture himself?

Just when Yang Hongtao felt sorry for himself and hated himself for being confused, the misty sky became brighter and brighter, and finally ...... Behind the low mountains in the east, a warm sun slowly climbed up, sprinkling a ray of golden sunlight on the boundless earth.

In an instant, the ghosts who were still wandering around in the execution ground suddenly looked like live chickens thrown into a hot pot, making a series of terrible ghost screams, while desperately struggling and running away helplessly.

Of course...... The cries of those ghosts may not be heard in the ears of the living, and only Yang Hongtao, the same kind, can clearly feel the despair and fear in the cries. And the struggle and escape of those ghosts are of no avail, the pervasive sunlight is like an extremely sharp sword, piercing the shadows of those ghosts that were already ethereal through the holes, and in an instant all the ghosts have become full of holes, and none of them are complete, although they have not completely disappeared for the time being, but it is only a matter of time before the real souls are scattered.

Yang Hongtao looked at all this in front of him dumbfounded, and the horror in his heart was not reduced by the temporary survival. Although his soul was completely crushed in a bullet, and happened to be covered under a stone, and the sunlight did not shine on him now, the sunlight refracted through the ground already made him feel as uncomfortable as being baked on the stove. And...... It would only take a few minutes, or even a few minutes, and the position of the sun shifted a little further to the west, and then the sunlight might shine directly on the bullet through the gaps between the stones.

Although strictly speaking, Yang Hongtao is now dead, he still has a strong desire to survive. When he knew that there was still a soul after death, Yang Hongtao no longer felt that fear of the death of his body. However, now he knows that once he is directly irradiated by the scorching sun, the consequence may be that his soul will be scattered, so that death is truly and completely dead, as long as his soul is scattered, he Yang Hongtao will disappear into this universe forever.

No - I don't want to be distracted! I don't want to die again!

Looking at the ghosts in front of him slowly melting in the sun, Yang Hongtao roared wildly in his heart......

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