At the beginning, I thought that this black shadow was here to snatch the Five Tricks Mountain Scroll, the senior sister of the Seventh Sister, but it didn't match it in terms of clothing or body shape, it was obvious that it was someone else.

This person only appeared for a few seconds, and then the dragon disappeared, who is he? What was the purpose of his presence in that town?

And the painter who was finally swallowed by the bronze coffin, the words of the end of the world in his mouth were crazy and crazy words before death, or was it true? The association before and after can't help but make people think about it very scary.

Putting aside these unsolved puzzles, the black fire rakshasa seal on the palm of my left hand is also puzzling.

Not only did it absorb a huge amount of trickery in the wooden coffin, but in the final battle, even the power of the painter's golden pen that was refined by the murderous coffin to the Yin Soul could be devoured, and the power could be used for its own use, which was really incredible.

Xiao Ruo, a descendant of the Shadow Kingdom, said that the Black Fire Rakshasa Seal has the ability to seal the ancient gods and demons, and the little stinky fart said that this thing is like a warehouse, which can be connected to the Eater Trick Card and dispel all the anger that is difficult to reduce.

Even the well-informed Lord Bai seems to be reluctant to say anything about the Black Fire Rakshasa Seal, obviously because he doesn't want to let me know what is going on.

What is the true purpose of this mark, what secrets are hidden behind it, and where do the turbidity and souls that are consumed by it end up?

These questions have been bothering me constantly, like a mess.

I don't know if it's because of my age and experience, but I feel as if I've become sentimental unconsciously.

From the Ximen Night Market to the unfathomable girl in black, the power of the Nine Spirits Peach Stake to turn into a lightning peach dagger and a fat man has greatly increased, the enmity of the Seventh Sister's teacher, and the painter's divine Yin Skin Talisman and the Picture Scroll Illusion.

What I have experienced in the recent period has completely turned my worldview upside down again, and I really feel that there are people outside of people, and there are heavens outside of the sky. In the vast world, I can only occasionally glimpse a wisp of smoke, which is actually a frog at the bottom of a well.

On the way back to Quancheng from Yancheng, I kept thinking.

It is said that life is like a dream, and if this dream is a picture scroll, then the color on it can only be painted by itself. The road under your feet can only be chosen by yourself.

Some people pursue beauty, some people pursue wealth and status, and there are thousands of people in the red dust who have thousands of different preferences and dreams, which is understandable.

But the way of heaven is orderly, and it is too much.

What is beauty? Does beauty mean the fullness of the soul, or is it just a shiny skin? It's like in a fairy tale, the emperor's new outfit that doesn't exist at all......

Aside from the unjust souls who really died tragically because they were the most yin souls, who is the real culprit who caused so many upside-down hanged people who were stripped of their skins?

Although these hanged people are pitiful, and the painter is indeed vicious, isn't it precisely these innumerable twisted desires that give the wicked people the opportunity to take advantage of them, and finally die because of their greed?

The hatefulness of the poor is equally thought-provoking.

We attended Fu Yuqing's funeral, and the sky was overcast, there was no rain, but the wind was very strong.

He Xiaoqi was wearing a black dress, her face was covered with black veil, and tears were flashing in her eyes. She stood in front of Fu Yuqing's tombstone for a long time, unwilling to leave.

An hour, two hours, she finally sighed, as if she had finally let go of a matter of her mind and returned to her original self.

The wind blows away the dark clouds in the sky, and the sun pours down inexorably, illuminating everything. The tall green pines around the cemetery came to life in an instant, looking vibrant and lush.

In front of Fu Yuqing's tombstone, there is a bunch of fresh white daisies. Their delicate yellow cores are beaded like tears, surrounded by fine white petals, swaying gently in the breeze......

It's like its flower language: pure beauty and friendship, and love hidden deep in the heart.

I'm dreaming of a little stinky fart again.

She struggled to swim in an endless ocean, as if she had a serious illness, and her hands and feet did not obey the call.

I swam to her, trying my best, but it was always like a layer of glass, and I could only watch from afar, unable to get close.

The little girl's face was pale, and her lips twitched up and down, obviously telling me something, but the distance between us was so far that I couldn't hear anything clearly.

In countless dreams, the little girl's thin figure, pale face, slightly opened lips and difficult swimming are all like a giant hammer, hammering my chest, waking up every day with blurred tears and wet pillows.

In just a few days, I lost less than 100 pounds, like a skinny zombie.

Whether it was the fat man's worry or Lao Bi's persuasion with Lord Bai, it was useless to me, and I couldn't help but fall into extreme self-blame and remorse.

I understand that this emotion is undoubtedly the prelude to depression, but I have no way to divert my attention from thinking about the little girl.

I began to question why I had to be stubborn every time, and I felt that I was not afraid of heaven and earth, but the result of this stubbornness was that I couldn't even protect the people around me, like a mentally retarded.

I used to feel very good and bold, but now I realize that I am not as strong as I imagined, but very fragile, and I can't afford to lose anyone.

I even began to suspect that I had entered the wrong profession and was not naturally suitable for the cultivation of the Tao, and gradually I began to retreat.

Maybe it's really like what Master said, I'm a naturally dull person, otherwise how could Senior Brother be so unkind to me? Or maybe it's a little stinky fart, but I'm a piece of shit.

I couldn't eat or sleep, my weight plummeted, I was in a mess all day long, and I didn't care about the commissions that came to my door.

After much thought, I finally decided to resign and leave Tiandihe.

For my transformation, Boss Qin naturally sees it in his eyes. He was a shrewd businessman and knew what was going on, so he started Tai Chi with me.

On the one hand, he told me about the Imperial Spirit and he had already inquired about it through all his connections, and I believe that the information will be fed back soon.

On the other hand, I was given paid leave, so that I could recuperate and relax, and I would not accept the resignation at all.

As mentioned above, Tiandihe not only has shares of Boss Qin, but also our friend Long Wenyu. To be honest, I can't be without guilt about my resignation.

Thinking about it another way, Qin Guangming's connections and financial resources are simply unimaginable to me, and since he is willing to mobilize all his connections to help me collect information about the Imperial Spirit, it is difficult to say that there is no result at all, at least it is better than me doing it behind closed doors.

As long as I can find the little stinky fart again, I am willing to give everything. So I had to push the boat down the river and start the so-called paid vacation with the fat man.