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"Grave Keeper ......"

"He said I'm already dead! I'm just a ghost!"

"No, it's definitely not true, there must be something hidden!" Ling Feng slapped his head a little frantically, trying to think of something more.

However, the first memory is the tomb keeper, which is the ancient tomb.

"Tombs?"

"I walked out of the tomb?"

There were many signs that he was a dead soul, and that he was already dead.

But Ling Feng didn't want to believe it anyway.

"No, it's not like that, I'm going to find the ferryman, the undertaker ......" However, when the two nouns came out of his mouth, Ling Feng's whole life felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

Whether it is a ferryman or a mourner, it seems that there is no difference between them and the grave keeper.

Are they all there to bury the souls of the dead?

"Ah~~~"

The more he tried to remember what had happened, the more his brain ached, almost exploding. Moreover, the memories of the past are neatly gone.

It's as if it never existed.

As he stepped into this ancient village of revenants, Ling Feng had finally completely forgotten what he had been. His life was restarted from this space.

"Fenglang, what's wrong with you?" the woman's voice became more and more concerned and more fearful.

There was a damp color in her eyes.

Ling Feng said, "You know me?"

"Hmm!" she nodded, so seriously.

"But why don't I know you?"

"Fenglang, have you forgotten me?" The woman's eyes were red in an instant, and her delicate body trembled weakly, and then she almost sat directly on the ground.

She was in great pain and cried very sadly, "You finally forgot about me, forgot about me......"

"Who am I after all?" At that moment, Ling Feng's eyes were full of confusion.

Who is he, and what is the meaning of being born between heaven and earth?

Could it be that you can only be a lonely ghost, wandering in this lonely and dark space?

"You're my Fenglang!"

"Your name is the wind, and you are the hero of our village!"

"For the sake of the village, you killed the ten demons with your own strength, and after all, you were outnumbered and died! At that time, I was heartbroken and wanted to go with you, but the old man in the village said that you will come back one day!"

"Fenglang, Bi'er has been waiting for so long, finally waiting for you!!!

"My name is Feng, and I'm from the Soul Village!"

"Hmm!"

The woman nodded again and again, her face returned to a little normal, and then she went directly into Ling Feng's arms, "Fenglang, Bi'er will never be separated from you again!"

The cold figure in his arms made Ling Feng's dazed pupils have a trace of clarity.

He pushed the other party away and shook his head, "No, I'm not the wind of the Revenant Village, you recognized the wrong person!"

"You are!"

"It's not!"

"Wind, don't deceive yourself anymore!" the woman shook her head desperately, pitiful, tears welling up.

But Ling Feng turned around after all, he wanted to leave, because this world was too terrifying, too terrifying.

"Wind, you will come back sooner or later, Bi'er is waiting for you!

"Until...... Soul Flying!"

The woman left these words, and they rang in his ears.

The gentle appearance of water makes people's hearts drip blood.

Ling Feng left ruthlessly after all.

He didn't dare to look back, he was extremely cowardly, he never did.

"Why can I hold her, she's just a lonely soul!" Ling Feng muttered to himself as he walked, his face extremely shocked.

Click, click, click.

In this night, he walked alone and helplessly, only feeling that he was the only one left in the world.

A deep sadness came from the depths of my heart.

Aimless, I don't know where the road leads. At this moment, Ling Feng was no different from those wandering lonely souls. It was only when he walked out of the woods and appeared in a relatively empty area that he could see his own shadow.

At that moment, he was horrified.

Why did a shadow that had never appeared suddenly appear?

It was his shadow, so familiar, so kind.

Seeing his own shadow appear, Ling Feng was extremely surprised, and he was as happy as a child returning home. After all, he looked up at the bright moon, felt the hazy light, and thought about something.

But I can't think of a reason.

"You should go back!" Suddenly, a voice rang out in the woods.

The voice was obviously very familiar, but Ling Feng couldn't tell who it was.

He turned and stared at the deep forest, "Who are you?"

"You should go back!"

"Where are you going?"

"Dead Village!"

"It has nothing to do with me there, why should I go back?"

"There, there are the answers you want, and the secrets of Requiem are hidden!"

Rumble...

When the three words of Requiem came out of the man's mouth, Ling Feng's body shook significantly.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Huh!" After all, there was no sound in the dense forest, and the person who spoke had already walked away.

Ling Feng stood in place, pondering for a moment, and finally walked towards the Revenant Village again.

Although it was extremely strange here, there was no danger after all, and he didn't need to worry.

The woman had been waiting here, and as soon as Ling Feng appeared, she saw it, her pretty face was full of joy, "Feng Lang, you're still back!"

"Call me Ling Feng!"

"But ......" she wanted to say something, but she didn't open her mouth after all, and shouted weakly Ling Feng.

It's just that those two words are a little jerky.

Ling Feng said: "Don't think too much, I didn't come back for you, I just wanted to know the secret of Requiem Township!"

"Requiem Township?" Bi'er frowned, but shook her head, "I don't know what Requiem Township is!"

"Farewell!"

"Fenglang, don't worry, I'll look for it!" As soon as the words fell, Bi'er entered the village and got busy.

Under her leadership, Ling Feng came to the outside of a dilapidated thatched hut.

I looked around, but I saw a leisurely old man sitting at the door, smoking an old cigarette gun.

"Grandpa the village chief, guess who's back?"

"Oh, it's Bi...... Wind !!"

Rumble!!

The old man's originally calm face suddenly surged with a layer of deep horror, and then the whole person jumped.

Staring at Ling Feng in front of him, his expression was full of horror.

It's like hell!

"It's the !! of the wind"

"Feng, you're not dead, you're not dead, great, great!" The old man stepped directly in front of Ling Feng, looked up and down, and then revealed endless joy.

But when these words fell into Ling Feng's ears, they were extremely embarrassing and weird.

Not dead?

It was too discordant for these words to come out of the mouth of the revenant.

Ling Feng couldn't understand, just remained silent.

"Bi'er, what's wrong with the wind?"

He ...... He's forgotten a lot of things!" said this, Bi'er's expression was rather gloomy.

The old village chief nodded, and couldn't help but sigh. I want to talk about "The Peerless Immortal Zun of Huadu" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find a confidant~