These words are no one else's, it is the voice of the fat man.

After the fat man finished speaking, the other person also spoke.

"Brother Muyang, he ......"

There is no doubt that this voice is Hu Xiaomei's.

And the last sigh belongs to Zhang Yi.

Because though he muttered something quietly, I could hear it very clearly.

He said: "This is all Mu Yang's life. ”

Then came the rumbling sound.

It was the sound of someone putting a coffin into the dirt.

I would love to tell them that I'm not dead, I'm alive.

You can't just bury me alive.

But I shouted the fat man's name no matter what.

No matter how much I wanted to push the coffin off my head.

But I, at this time, am more of a conscious body.

I can barely call myself that.

Because at that time, I didn't have the so-called out-of-body soul at all.

I didn't see the earth and the sun.

It is impossible to borrow a corpse to resurrect the soul.

It was as if I was imprisoned in my own body.

Can hear any sounds around them, but can't make any body movements.

I don't know what I'm in right now.

But I know that I'm certainly not dead.

Soon, the soil should have been filled in, and firecrackers rang out all around.

I could hear Hu Xiaomei's choked voice, and I could also hear the fat man's roar.

Zhang Yi could be heard talking to himself, but it seemed to be talking nonsense.

But I don't know, even if I'm really dead.

But why, my sister didn't come to see me off.

One of the biggest doubts is that the fat man said that this is my home.

Why didn't I hear any words between my parents, my neighbors?

Why are there only three of them who saw me off?

Jia Zhengjing, Hu Yunshan, where did they go?

But no one answered any question in my mind.

Zhang Yi was the first to leave, and Hu Xiaomei also left crying in the end.

The fat man said to me: "Brother Yang, now the world of Yang Dao has changed. ”

"There's only so much I can do to be fatty, maybe we won't see each other again in the future."

"Wu Zheng is now the master of the Wu family, and I am going back to Guanjing......!"

"Sister Yueru has woken up, and when I came, I met with her."

"She also left Jin City, along with Leng Yuehua's stinky girl."

"I wanted to kill him, but you know, I can't beat them ......!"

"However, my sister promised me that she would find a way to get rid of Leng Yuehua and avenge you!"

“……”

The fat man Balabala said a lot, a lot.

I heard it in a fog.

In the end, I felt from the fat man's words that time may have passed a long time in the time I died.

As for how long has passed, I'm not sure.

But I can know from the "Book of Burial" and the fat man's personality that this time should not last long.

The fat man won't let me stay for too long.

In other words, I should have been more than ten days, or even a month later.

As for this period of time, how they stored my body without decomposing, and what they did in the period of more than a month.

That's not something I can worry about anymore.

The fat man ended up crying.

While crying, he said, "Brother Yang, my fat man swears that I will definitely help you take revenge, I must be!" ”

At this time, I would love to tell the fat man.

Tell him that Lao Tzu is not dead, and quickly dig out Lao Tzu.

But I know I can't do anything right now.

Finally, the fat man gave me a very important piece of news.

But looking at it now, it only gives me a bigger doubt.

The fat man sobbed and said: "The Yin Human Circle has changed greatly, and the immortals have come out of the mountain!" ”

When he said this, the fat man also made a very annoyed sound.

"But all this should have been yours, a ...... of your Coffin Mountain Sect!"

I don't know what it was outside, but it must have been night.

It's not just that it's pitch black in front of me, but that the fat man spends a lot of time with me.

But no matter how long it was, he eventually left.

Then there was silence, and the silence was frighteningly silent.

I can't hear the wind.

Occasionally, a few old cow moos can be heard, as well as the barking of wild dogs.

I didn't hear a single voice about the living.

It's easy to go crazy in a completely dark, incredibly quiet environment.

Even though I'm dead, this environment really really kept my 'conscious body' from going crazy.

I lost my sense of time, and I couldn't feel the change of seasons.

I didn't feel the slightest bit sleepy, and I didn't tire of it.

At this time, I was more like a strong man who had taken some kind of medicine.

While my mental strength makes me feel full, I can't even rest if I want to.

I know that when this kind of thing is said, no one will believe it.

Although I am a feng shui master, I do not believe in the fact that such consciousness bodies are left in corpses.

But helplessly!

This is the reality.

Wrong!

Consciousness body, stay in the body.

This is not without such a possibility in this world.

The word "vegetative" first came to mind.

Even if their bodies lose their right to dominate, their brains can still move.

But even vegetative people can breathe, and they are not meant to die.

But since the fat man buried me, it means that I have completely cooled down.

So why am I still in this situation?

Seriously, I don't really want to think about it.

But consciousness and thinking are not things you don't want to think about if you don't think about them.

For example, I'm telling you now, "Don't think about pink elephants right now." ”

When you read this sentence, the image of an elephant already appears in your mind.

And this image will remain in your mind for a long time.

And so, I spent a long, long time in a state of great pain, but quiet.

I think it's going to be a long time, so long that I thought it would be a lifetime.

I thought about many, many things during this long period of time.

It started when my grandfather told me that he wanted to pass on the art of coffin mountain.

It wasn't until I died that I heard the words of Jiuju's family minister.

"You are the last Yang Man."

The whole process, like a movie, was gradually unfolding from my mind over and over again.

What I didn't think about before, now I can enumerate countless possibilities, think about them step by step, and calculate them.

This kind of thing was boring, but it was a good way to beat my dead silence.

If not the appearance of a person.

Perhaps, I will remain in this mysterious state until I die completely and dissipate.

I don't remember how long it was, because everything is the same before my eyes.

But the appearance of that voice shook my body, and my heart began to tremble.

Although I couldn't actually feel my body, I still felt like a tiger's body trembled.

The voice appeared very suddenly, as if it had appeared out of nowhere.

But this voice is very familiar to me.

It was a slightly old-fashioned tone.

As soon as he opened his mouth, I knew who he was.

It's just that knowing who he is is not so important.

The important thing is that his next words made me want to climb out of the coffin and grab him and ask him for clarification.

"It's been three years......!"

"Muyang, it's been three years!"

"Do you want to stay like this until it completely dissipates and your soul is destroyed......?"