Qin Kun had a nightmare.

Dreaming of a staggered timeline interspersed from one's side, each turn is like a new hope, but also like a misguide. People tend to regret something after it has happened and look forward to another chance.

But when those opportunities come again, when they encounter this kind of choice, they really don't necessarily have the courage to change.

Qin Kun in the dream continued to move forward according to his original trajectory, ignoring any turns, and finally, with rapid progress, he came to the current point in time and woke up from the dream.

His back was already soaked, and Qin Kun's mouth was dry and he was panting.

I don't know why I was shocked, but I found that I was still in the wreath shop, and I felt inexplicably at ease.

The wooden door opened, the friction sound was harsh, and a paper man carried the water and carefully handed it to Qin Kun.

The paper man had a white face, close to his eyes, a puff, wearing bright clothes, and his movements were clumsy, Qin Kun thanked him and drank it all.

"What about the Ning family master? What about Xu Facheng? ”

"Master is asleep, and Master Xu is still sitting outside."

In the evening, the wreath shop will open a small door in case of white business. Qin Kun walked out of the house, Xu Facheng, Yuan Xinghan, Wang Qian, Chu Qianxun, and Bai Yi were all there.

There is also a hearse.

"Up?" Wang Qian asked.

It's 11 o'clock in the evening, and there are no pedestrians on Taichang Street, first, this is a street of white things, and second, there is an old saying: I would rather sleep in a lonely grave than in a temple. Try not to run to the temple at night, because it is full of ghosts who have come to cry out for injustice.

"Well, let's go now?"

"Wait, Wei Tianliang is still in the temple."

Wei Tianliang took his granddaughter to the White Dragon Temple for a whole day, and when he came out, he couldn't see his expression clearly. Xu Facheng stared at it for a day and didn't notice anything unusual, so everyone got into the car and left in a hurry.

……

In Sangyu City, a commercial vehicle drove into the city, and after Qin Kun left, the commercial vehicle stopped at the gate of the White Dragon Temple.

There were three people in the car, an old man with a fairy wind, an old man in a wheelchair, and a bald monk covered in greasy.

In the temple, the white is flawless, green pine, strange stones, corridor pavilions, carvings, rendering ancient rhyme, in the courtyard of the abbot, a monk looks at the corpses of the courtyard, and smiles slightly.

Dozens of corpses, Wei Tianliang's.

Dozens of corpses belonged to Wei Xiaocao.

They look exactly the same, but the difference is that they have different scars on their bodies. However, the scars don't matter, they are all zombies anyway, and no matter how serious the injuries are, they can be repaired. The crux of the matter is how to bring them back to consciousness.

In the abbot's courtyard, the gate suddenly opened.

The monk turned his head and narrowed his eyes: "Ge Longtou, painting skin fairy...... Is Your Excellency a holy monk? ”

Seeing the identical corpses all over the courtyard, the painted skin fairy felt numb on his body, even if he was super first-class, he didn't like this kind of forbidden place.

"What a good heavenly refining corpse, but it's a pity that the consciousness has been scattered. Wan Haitong, are you going to refine them into bloody corpses? The painted skin fairy asked with a smile.

The three super-first-class monks surrounded them, and the monks with indifferent expressions: "Can't you?" ”

Ge Zhan slowly stood up, squinting at him: "I have been in charge for ten years, and I thought you had changed your face. ”

The unquit monk smiled: "Wei Tianliang wants to leave something for me, I have an old relationship with him, but I am disrespectful." ”

"These zombies, can they help you turn the tables?"

"Ge Longtou, the poor monk never thought of turning the tables. You can spare my life, the poor monk is grateful. But the poor monk has been in this temple for decades and wants to go out for a walk. So if you want to refine a corpse with a blood cut to replace me, is it okay? ”

After the silence, Ge Zhan and the three of them pressed forward step by step, and the monk closed his eyes.

Suddenly, the courtyard door was opened again.

Ge Zhan and the three of them turned around and found that it was two guests from Sangyu City.

"Huh?"

One of these two people is surnamed Gao and the other is surnamed Liu, and the two of them saw the appearance inside clearly, and hurriedly saluted: "Huangquan Tianfu is nine times, and nine mountains and nine rivers are the same in the world." Xudu Men guest, I don't know that the three predecessors are driving Sangyu, and they are far away. ”

"Kodaka, Koyanagi? What are you doing here? Ge Zhan asked.

"Oh, the monk asked us to help burn the corpse. He said that an old man had given him some unwanted gifts, and we would like to help him dispose of them. ”

The high-door guest blinked and spoke.

Ge Zhan and the three of them looked unquittal.

Bu Qu smiled bitterly: "I knew that you didn't allow me to refine a corpse to replace me, so I notified the two doormen early to help burn the corpse." ”

The corpses were carried away one after another, and it was not until the news that all the corpses had been cremated came from Gaomenke, and Ge Zhan and the three of them were completely relieved.

The monk watched the three of them leave with his hands folded, without saying a word, and in the dark, something was thrown and fell at his feet.

"Wan Haitong, although you are a traitor, but I can't find the slightest evidence related to you about the Blood Interception Sect. Either that thing has nothing to do with you, or you hide it well! When I left here two years ago, I had already applied for a walking order for you, and someone from the General Bureau of Spiritual Investigation stopped you and showed them this thing. But you remember, yin and yang are mutually beneficial, yin and yang are at peace, and there is only one chance! ”

Ge Zhan's warning came, and the unprecepted monk, who had always been calm, suddenly trembled, he looked up at the sky, and smiled helplessly.

It's been decades, and it's finally ...... I'm free.

……

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The car went to Sanqin, passed through Longxi, went out of Yumen Pass, passed through Dunhuang, and then went to the frontier.

The northwest is so big that even the midnight hearse would take seven hours.

In spring, during the day, the first rays of sunlight rise, who cares that this is a barren Gobi, everyone is shocked by the vast heaven and earth, and only feels that people are extraordinarily small compared to the sky.

Takus Village, southeast of the frontier, is the closest village to Dunhuang.

It is said to be a village, but in addition to the inconvenient transportation, the scale is more like a town.

Bazaars, factories, tourist areas, all kinds of organs, and villages and towns are mixed with ethnic groups, which is quite rare in the northwest.

This village and town, obviously with the elements of aid, Soviet-style tube buildings are not uncommon, the wall of the community compound is still a brick wall structure, and on the street, there are various tastes of food.

Bicycles shuttle, ox carts and horse-drawn carts are rare, and the sound of milk sellers and the smell of milk fill the streets.

Qin Kun took the first step into the village and town, his eyes suddenly darkened, and he couldn't see anything.

'Ding! Warn! The host is stuck in an unknown area! ’

'Warning! Please leave the host! ’

"Ding! Regional Assimilation...... Assimilation Success! ”

'Special Map: The Western Regions of the Underworld Opens!' ’

When the sight was restored again, a sonic boom erupted in the air, and a javelin flew in.

Poof-

Wang Gan's stomach was pierced by a javelin, nailed to the ground, and blood flowed like an infusion! Wail loudly.

Wei Tianliang turned around, opened his hands, and said to everyone: "Welcome to the country of no vain." ”

Another javelin flew in, Qin Kun stretched out his leg and swept it in the air, and the javelin was inserted into the cylinder next to him, and the buzzing sound trembled.

The villagers and hawkers on the street, the moment everyone came in, all changed their appearances, and on the roof of the opposite building, a group of warriors in military uniform, carrying javelins, looked at Qin Kun and the others unkindly.

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