The words of the ferryman are meaningful.

What you gain, you must lose, this is indeed the truth. What the old ferryman said was to make it clear to me that if I wanted to get that opportunity, I would definitely lose something.

Thinking of this, I asked the old man, what will I lose?

The old man smiled faintly and said, "What you have lost is the most important thing for you. Your life, your life, your body, your soul, or your love, family, friendship, etc., as long as they are precious enough, they are all possible. ”

"Can you choose for yourself?" I asked again.

The old man smiled wryly and said, "If I had a choice, I wouldn't be a ferryman on this Lechuan River." What you will lose is the one thing that matters most to you, and you will not be able to choose. ”

I didn't expect that there would be such a process of crossing the Lechuan River, and if I could choose, maybe this problem would not be difficult. But this question cannot be chosen.

"Uncle, what do you mean by losing your true meaning?" I asked again.

"What is lost, if it is life, longevity, body, and soul, naturally these things no longer belong to you, and they will remain in Lethe. If you lose love, family affection, and friendship, but there are many variables, or you die, or walk the same way, or change from lovers, relatives and friends to murderers, and become enemies who share the sky. ”

"Hades can't take your life because, in your opinion, your life, life, body, and soul are far less important than the latter. Therefore, I think that Lethe will naturally not leave your life and soul, but will choose the latter to choose one or the other. As for what kind of method Lechuan used to stay, it was a heavenly machine, and I am a ferryman, so naturally I can't spy on the heavenly machine. ”

It is precisely the latter that is the most difficult to accept.

So, when the ferryman finished speaking, I fell silent. I don't know what I'm going to lose if I go looking for that opportunity.

This kind of loss, for me, is too terrible.

"How many people have been to the Lethe River?" I asked, changing the subject. I don't want to think about that anymore, it's too much to think about.

The old man thought for a moment and said, "The little underworld existed more than a thousand years ago, and I have already lost count of the people who came here. However, the person who can come here with your own life, you are the second. ”

The female ghost also told me about this, so I became interested and asked him, "Who is the first one?" I heard that he sank to the bottom of the Lethe. ”

"That's right, his body did sink to the bottom of the Lethe. However, he is different from you, he may value freedom the most, but because of this, his soul is forever left on the Lethe River. Many years ago, there were no ferrymen on the Lechuan River, and since then, there have been ferrymen. ”

When he finished, I understood. It turned out that he was talking about himself, his body sank into the Lethe River, and he was the other person who was able to take his life to the bank of the Lethe River.

"Doesn't it just need to be discarded? Since his body had sunk, why did he leave his soul on the Lethe River? I asked.

"Because, he can't cross himself, so he can only stay and cross others." The old man said as he spoke, looking back at me.

Suddenly, I saw some kind of light in his eyes, like a treasure that had sunk to the bottom of the sea, and at that moment finally surfaced and shone in the sun.

"Are you coming?" I asked.

"Here we are." He said.

Later, I asked him what happened when someone borrowed a life from the underworld eighteen years ago. When I asked about this, the old ferryman was slightly stunned. However, immediately afterward, he said: "That life is my life, I have become a ghost, I can no longer leave Lethe, and it is useless to keep that life." On that day, a woman in red broke into the underworld, and the king of Hades wanted to leave her life, so I went to intercede and gave her my life. ”

When he finished speaking, I was stunned, because I really didn't expect that this life of mine would be the life of the old man. As if I had thought of something, I continued to ask, "Why did you help that woman because you have no relatives and no reason?" ”

The old man hesitated, and for a moment he didn't seem to know how to answer me. And his reaction also confirmed my guess.

He was the man who was under the cliff back then.

Weiyang stood on the edge of the cliff, the person who shed tears for it, and the person who had gray hair all night for it, it was him. It's just that, after a thousand years, he has become an old man.

At this time, the old man sighed and said, "In fact, my body was sunk into the Lethe River by myself, and I thought that by leaving my body, I would be able to exchange for what I had lost. However, that didn't work at all, and Lethe River took away my most important thing, which was her. ”

When the old man said this, his face was full of regret, but there was no sadness.

He had really lost her, however, Weiyang was still in the Forest of Return, planting flowers on the other side, waiting for him. I don't know if it was Lechuanhe's mistake that made him lose her, but let her always remember him. It seemed to be a torture, a punishment, more vicious than a curse, that lasted for thousands of years.

Lethe River was long, and under the fog in the distance, I saw the shadow of a lonely island.

"This is the ancient tomb island on the Lechuan River, there are thirteen doubtful graves on the ancient tomb island, and each of them is extremely dangerous. I'm just a ghost, I can't go to Tomb Island, I can only wait for you here. The old ferryman stopped the awning boat on the shore of the tomb island, and he sat on the bow of the boat and said to me.

I nodded, jumped out of the boat, and headed for Tomb Island.

After walking a few steps, the old man suddenly said, "You must remember her, and you must not forget her no matter what." ”

I understood who she was talking about.

So, I nodded.

The old man sat on the bow of the boat and watched me go away, while I went deep into the ancient tomb island and climbed up among the rocks to find the thirteen graves.

On the other side of the rock, I saw thirteen hills. These thirteen mountains are lined up, and in front of each mountain, there is a wordless monument.

This wordless tablet looks almost exactly the same as the wordless tablet on the old grave slope in our village.

However, each of these thirteen doubtful mounds looks exactly the same, and it is impossible to see any difference between them, let alone judge which of these doubtful mounds is real. Only by finding the real tomb can I get the only chance, and I can get out of this place. Time must be running out for me, especially my grandfather, who can't wait that long.

Since you can't understand it, you can only break in, and there is no other choice.

I walked towards the nearest mausoleum, and when I got to the wordless monument, I thought about it carefully. The meaning of the wordless stele is obvious, that is, not to use his epitaph to warn future generations who he is and what he is, but to leave a wordless stele for future generations to comment. Since the wordless tablet is for future generations, then I am a descendant, so I can naturally inscribe on the wordless tablet.

I bit the tip of my finger and wrote the first word on the wordless tablet with the blood of my fingertip.

The word "one".

To be honest, I don't know why I'm writing this. It may be subconscious, or it may be that you have this word in your name, so you are used to writing it, or it may be that this word is simple.

When I finished writing one word and was about to start writing the second word, there was a crack in the wordless tablet. I was stunned for a moment, and immediately retreated.

When I withdrew four or five meters away, the cracks on the wordless tablet crawled in all directions like zigzag ink lines, and finally, with a bang, collapsed.

This is beyond my expectations, is it possible that the owner of this tomb does not let people comment?

Or is this mausoleum originally one of the doubtful graves, but it is fake, so it can't stand the comments of future generations? With this conclusion in mind, I think it should not be difficult to find the real mausoleum.

As long as there is a blood word written on each tombstone, you can judge whether the mausoleum is real or fake. Thinking of this, without further ado, I immediately got into action.

However, when I wrote all the tombstones in blood, I found an unacceptable result, that is, all the wordless tablets collapsed.

According to my previous thinking, these thirteen mausoleums are all fake.

I suddenly realized a problem, the thirteen doubtful tombs, in fact, the superficial meaning shows that these thirteen tombs are all doubtful tombs, all of which are fake. Or people have misunderstood, thinking that one of the thirteen tombs is true, but in fact, the real mausoleum does exist, but it is not among the thirteen tombs.

At this moment, I suddenly heard the sound of rustling nearby, as if something was crawling on the ground. In the air, the wind passed by my ears from time to time, and people couldn't help but get goosebumps.

I looked around.

Suddenly, I found that there were black shadows crawling out of the grave over there. Gradually, under the night, a pair of scarlet eyes were all staring at me.

When I saw this, I realized that this was a trouble.

No matter how much I walked around the grave, they didn't appear, and when the wordless monuments collapsed, they immediately broke through the ground. This shows that the wordless tablet was originally a seal on them, and my blood broke the seal on the wordless tablet and gave them freedom.

A person like me who doesn't know any magic at all, and doesn't even have a yellow talisman in his hand, encountering this situation is indeed a life of death.

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