"The scourge of blood needs to be filled with life, and the will of thousands of years is inherited, and the only way to sleep is to sleep with fate."

The soul with a pale blue sheen muttered lonely.

They didn't open their eyes because of Lu Shaozhen's arrival, just like the worldly masters of the fairy wind and bones, and like the blind masters in martial arts novels, silent and unfathomable.

Lu Shaozhen didn't dare to act rashly, he lingered his gaze on both sides of the arch behind these heroic spirits.

"Once the city breaks the ghost gate, I won't send the soldiers back."

The two sentences of seven words are strong and powerful, as if the calligraphy holy hand is waving like a large pen in the rafters, looking at its shape and understanding its meaning, Lu Shaozhen felt the old and mysterious power surging on it.

This is an ability that transcends time, he was amazed, if it weren't for the blood of a demon hunter, he wouldn't be able to understand its true intentions, of course, he couldn't spy on it now, but compared to ordinary people, all he could do was touch the threshold of the higher dimensional world.

After all, not everyone can realize the vastness of the universe, many people live in their comfort zone, unwilling and afraid to step out of the boundary, they are afraid that they will be caught by crooked ways, and they will not even have a coffin left.

If he could, Lu Shaozhen would also be willing to turn herself into such a person, she might suddenly dream of the innocent fantasy of the year of gathering sand on a dreamless night for a long time, and she and like-minded buddies were shirtless and had a big belly, drinking and blowing two harmless sentences in the street stalls, and the rest of her life was very happy, not anxious about metaphysical things, not sighing for Minos, who had wings cast with wax and no regrets, quietly enjoying the birth, old age, sickness and death in the world, full and gratified.

However, poetry, in essence, is the surplus of intelligence, Lu Shaozhen never denies the uniqueness of his soul, even if it is not noble, no one will say that he is noble out of self-humility, but the strong internal drive and desire to talk prompt him not to follow the step-by-step process, he is anxious day and night, for the self in his eyes.

The clouds are not the state of self-communication, but the blood is. For Lu Shaozhen, the source of happiness is to be able to recognize herself, and this self-confidence is more meaningful than any material stimulus. This process does not last, just like the axe of the flow of the mind to the spiritual entropy, the establishment of order requires great sacrifices, no revolution will be silent, when Lu Shaozhen focuses on establishing order in the heart, any subtle success or failure will become a tsunami.

Continuous progress will get a sense of satisfaction, and the establishment of order is applied to which aspect is to sail against the current, not to advance or retreat, for the inevitable silence of inspiration, Lu Shaozhen is always sad before it is rejuvenated, and even has a feeling of gain and loss after having experience in this process.

Anyone who is obsessed with artistic ideals is more bitter and less happy, self-squeezing is only to achieve self-recognition, and the abundance of the soul may be the true meaning of life. Lu Shaozhen looked at the unknown world in front of him with a wry smile, the inevitable metaphor made him feel a lot of emotion, thinking of the first half of his sad life, he didn't feel sadness.

However, the reality still has to be managed, memories are memories after all, and people can never rely on memories to live, let alone this life-and-death moment? Lu Shaozhen kept chanting the sentence "Once the city breaks the ghost gate, don't send the soldiers back", and a certain terrifying feeling gradually climbed up to the backbone.

This poem is supposed to describe the war scene in ancient times, right? If you are free to use your imagination to understand, Lu Shaozhen can pat the pleura and confidently interpret it, and the meaning of the poem is probably that after the general broke through the city, he should have returned to his hometown in high spirits, but in fact, he has lost a trace since then, including his army.

The city engulfed them like a ghost gate. Oh no, it's not like, this city should be the ghost gate.

Lu Shaozhen looked at the glittering plaque, and her heart was full of horror.

"What the hell is going on?" Lu Shaozhen turned his head, he wanted to call Red and the others, but found that Red and the others had disappeared, as if they had been assimilated by the thick fog, and they were lost in the ocean as a part of the thick fog.

At this time, the soul on the other side suddenly spoke: "This place is the ghost gate, if you want to break the current situation, you must enter this gate and go through the experience. ”

Seeing that the soul didn't even bother to open his eyes, Lu Shaozhen asked cautiously, "If I come out of here, what benefits will I get?" ”

"Like a new life."

The simple four words made Lu Shaozhen frown, he hesitated for a moment, and then plucked up the courage to take a few steps forward.

"Wait." Just as Lu Shaozhen was close to the soul, the soul suddenly reacted violently, and Lu Shaozhen was startled.

The soul seemed to feel something, he tilted his head and thought for a moment, and then asked quite humanely, "Have you come into contact with the soul of the dead?" ”

Feeling that the soul suddenly had the emotions of a normal person, instead of being cold like a machine, Lu Shaozhen's tense heartstrings relaxed. Since there are emotions, then there must be self-awareness, which shows that the truth can be clearly explained here, and in this case, many rigid conditions have become ambiguous, after all, human nature has irrational boundaries.

"I've been exposed to souls before?" Lu Shaozhen asked in surprise, his mind kept recalling his past experiences, but due to the short time, he was not qualified for the huge amount of retrieval tasks.

The soul frowned again. "You come closer."

Lu Shaozhen did so.

The other souls also reacted after Lu Shaozhen approached, as if they were desperately perceiving something to verify, but the facts contradicted each other in their concepts.

"You must have come into contact with the souls of the dead! You're stained with the splendor of ancient glory! A soul suddenly said.

"This matter cannot be judged by ourselves, it needs to be confirmed again, the breath on his body is the same as ours, that is to say, the soul that comes into contact with him is of the same origin as us, this is the most important thing! Maybe they're guarding the same thing as we do! ”

"The same thing as us? Doesn't that mean that we are not the only loyal servants? How many parts is the treasure? ”

"It's really true, it's possible. Although this is a surprising discovery, it has nothing to do with us, all we have to do is the will of the Patronus, and the rest is not our responsibility. ”

"Yes, our loyalty is impeccable. The loneliness of the endless years has survived, and nothing can shake our minds. ”

"Really? Is that really the case? The soul of the leader suddenly opened his eyes, and suddenly the cold stars around him flickered, and the translucent pupils showed curiosity, and he looked at the young man in front of him fixedly.