The fire in the crematorium could not stop for a day from morning to night, and countless people quietly disappeared into the corner where no one could see.

The people who rubbed shoulders in the city seemed to have become a shadow of the past.

Even Bai Tang, who has always had a big heart, was darkened by his description, and then thought about the days when he went to squeeze the subway early in the morning, he was in a trance like his previous life.

"So," Xiang Dong said earnestly after he entered the door, "Master Bai, you have worked hard during this time for more people to live safely. ”

His hair is a little gray, and his spirit is really not good, Bai Tang thought about it, and still comforted: "It will get better slowly, don't worry too much, people are the best animals at survival." ”

Xiang Dong smiled and agreed: "That's right. ”

This topic is really unpleasant, and talking about it will only make people feel more deeply the words "powerless", after all, it is not something that can be completed overnight from the atheistic era of human beings who do not believe in ghosts and gods to enter the era of cultivation.

Throughout the ages, the transition period from one era to another has often been the most painful.

The two chatted briefly, and then went back to their rooms to rest.

Bai Tang finally had no one else by his side, and he was the only one left.

In the past, every time he went out, he would basically take three ghost envoys with him, or follow Mo Yu by his side, but later, even if those people were not there, he still had a white rice ball in his body.

But now, no one is here, he is the only one left.

Bai Tang put his hands behind his head, his eyes were slightly closed, but his eyelashes fluttered, obviously not asleep.

The retrospective mirror in his arms was as quiet as a dead object, but Bai Tang's other hand was always on the mirror.

Mo Yu said that he had to wear this broken mirror on his body at any time, so that he could coax her to take a picture when he met Su Yuxiu, or he would enter that strange state again, and when he met Xiao Su Yuxiu, he could let her take a photo.

Bai Tang has maintained the habit of sleeping seriously recently, and he also wants to see Xiao Su Yuxiu again, but from the last time he stopped at the gate of Su Mansion to the present, he has not entered that state again.

It was getting late, but his mind was very active, and his thoughts were chaotic.

Inevitably, I thought of Mo Yu, or should I call him Fan Wusheng, Xie Bi'an's Fan Wusheng.

Bai Tang has always stubbornly refused to call Mo Yu Fan helpless, even if he has known his real name for a long time, but he has never called a word.

In the past, he always felt that it was just a habit, but later he slowly found out that it was not because he was in contact again and again.

He just didn't want to.

Because Fan Wusu is Xie Bi'an's, the names of the two of them are put together, and they are extremely harmonious, and they can't be inserted into the third one anyway.

It's a little strange to say, because they are not lovers at all, and there is no exclusivity, but ......

But what, Bai Tang doesn't know.

He just felt irritable, because Mo Yu's reaction to Xie Bi'an was too great, it was like a piece of his heart, or the kind that could not be cured.

He hadn't seen Xie Bi'an yet, but he had already decided not to see him in his heart.

But this kind of emotion is minimal, like a little candle lit in the storm, if you don't pay attention to it, there may be no scum left that will be annihilated by his other emotions, but Bai Tang has never thought deeply about why this little emotion has never really been shot away, but churns in his heart from time to time.

He just thought that he must find Xie Bi'an, no matter whether he lives or dies, only with iron-clad facts can Mo Yu get a relief, no matter good or bad, at that time, even if he is cut off from the flesh and bones

The cone soul can always get through it slowly.

But if he didn't get through that experience, Fan Wusu would always have to be trapped in the curse of "Xie Bi'an", and if he didn't see Xie Bi'an for a day, Fan Wushou wouldn't be able to rest for a day.

Mo pardon, I used to think that these two words were "eliminate the evil, and the evil will not be forgiven", but now I am thinking, who is this name, who is not forgiven?

The more I think about it, the more sober my mind becomes, and the more sober I feel, the more I feel that Xie Bi'an is not a thing!

Bai Tang turned over, and some of his relatives didn't help him, how much hatred can his brother have for so many years, so that he can make his brother so uneasy like a shadowless ghost?

If he had been replaced, he wouldn't, he thought.

There was a slight flash of light on the eight-ling mirror, and Bai Tang didn't open his eyes, as if his thoughts had fallen silent.

The silence around him could be heard, and the mirror quietly melted into Bai Tang's palm like flowing water.

Maybe it was just a trance, and Bai Tang was in a strange white space again.

"You're here." A small voice came from the depths of the white mist.

……

"Zhenjun, everything has been arranged."

A god in armor appeared from the void and bowed slightly to Yang Jian, who was wearing a dark gray long windbreaker.

At this time, Yang Jian was standing thousands of miles in the sky, a pair of divine eyes passed through the thick clouds, looking at the looming lines on the huge land, and a few shadows flying through different places.

The countless cities below are still asleep, and no one will notice the light that floats in the corners.

Yang Jian waved his hand, and the god automatically disappeared into the night and went to another killing place.

Yang Jian's hands were sealed, and there was a slight whiteness in his palms

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