"Why?" I still don't understand it at all.

It's so strange, why did the good general soul suddenly want to kill me? And the reason given is that I shouldn't have lived again fourteen years ago.

Back then, when my parents carried me to the general's grave, he thought I was a walking dead who would harm people, so he moved to kill me because he saw that my three souls and seven spirits were missing souls, but I was still alive. This misunderstanding was resolved at that time because of the presence of the old man, and even if he didn't believe it at that time, he was only forced by the old man's coercion to stop, and when I took the initiative to go to the general's grave again, it was completely enough to prove it.

So, how could he move this reason out again and play a conspiracy against the norm?

The point is, he knows that the old man is at home, and he comes to kill me so loudly, the old man may agree?

"I can't figure out what I offended you again, so I want to kill me, but can you give me an accurate reason?" Seeing that the general's soul had no intention of answering at all, I had no choice but to ask again.

After watching me silent for a while, the general finally replied, and said coldly: "As he said, your master and apprentice practice the evil method of enslaving the wandering souls here and refining many wandering souls into puppets, and within the scope of the general's vision, such a ferocious thing will never be allowed to happen, so the general will naturally have a reason to kill you." ”

"You believe all this nonsense he says?" Yu Guang swept his head slightly, respectful and humble, but when he occasionally looked at me, the two triangular eyes always showed a strong playful and proud Hou old ghost, I asked, "Or is this your own judgment?" ”

"Whether it's the truth or not, you don't have to worry about it. You just need to know that tonight will be here to kill you, not to mention your dying master, even if Da Luo Jin Immortal goes down to help, you are destined to lie in this place tonight. The general's soul said coldly.

"So I've got no chance to defend myself, and you're convinced that you're completely right, right?" After thinking about it, I looked at him again and said seriously, "Even if you know why this place has become a place of evil. ”

"That's right, Ben will have already made a decision before the future, this trip will only kill you on the spot, and I won't listen to any of your rhetoric, but ............" The cold arrow in his eyes seemed to be ejected at any time, and after looking at me for a long moment of silence, the general's soul continued: "............ Judging from the future, there is no need for the general to make another move. ”

I was slightly stunned, and then I began to understand.

I see.

He didn't say anything more, and after nodding lightly to the general's soul full of murderous intent, he turned around and walked into the grass hut.

When the old ghost Hou who was originally respectful and humble, secretly proud, saw this scene, he couldn't help but be stunned, and looked at my back with gloomy eyes, and when I completely entered the grass house, he looked at the general's soul standing in the sky in puzzlement.

"Shogun......"

"Silence, Hugh has to speak again." He hesitated for a moment, and just opened his mouth cautiously to speak, but was stopped by the general's expressionless face, and his two eyes stared at the grass hut, as if he could see me inside, and focused all his attention on me, completely ignoring everything else.

Hou Sanping's face changed slightly, he hurriedly suppressed his voice, and after glancing at the grass hut again, he was completely silent, not to mention talking again, and he didn't even look at the general's soul again.

At the same time, the ghosts scattered in the mountain bay did not dare to make any sound, and they all knelt down cautiously, not daring to raise their heads at all.

For the first time, the Wandering Spirits and Wild Ghosts began to be drawn in, and the bay fell into absolute tranquility.

At this time, I took out the bronze statue of the ancestor from the shrine, put it on the small offering table and gently stroked it, and found the tribute incense that had not been used for a long time, took out three sticks and lit them on the oil lamp and inserted them into the small incense burner, and then sat down facing the bronze statue plate, and quickly began to enter a certain long-lost state, or a long-lost scene.

At the same time, the old man also walked out of the house and came to the locust tree where I used to meet Xiao Qinghe, staring in the direction where I was. He had already shed his tunic, which rarely changed throughout the year, and put on a placket robe similar to a Taoist robe, dark in color, without any floral patterns, and wearing a square hat that should be thirty centimeters high, with sharp edges and no decorations, like a box.

This outfit is basically the same as the wide robe I wear from time to time, but the color is darker and purer, unlike mine, which is more or less decorated with some other colors, and has a lot less solemnity than the old man's one. For the past fourteen years, I have only seen the old man wear this outfit once, and that is when I was asked to change into that wide robe, worship the ancestor for the first time, and officially become the successor of the painting spirit.

Once again, I was in the black abyss that seemed to swallow everything, and I was immersed in the scene, falling into the depths of darkness where there was no bottom in sight. And as it fell deeper and deeper, the extremely strong feeling of suffocation, and the bottom of the abyss, as if there was a pair of cold eyes staring at my cold, gradually surged into my heart, just like the blood of the whole body, which was constantly poured into the heavy lead from under the soles of the feet, as the blood circulated little by little throughout the whole body, and then pressed into the atrium little by little, making people breathless at all.

Unlike the panic I felt when I first experienced this scene, this time, I didn't have the slightest rush to escape from this nightmare, to get rid of this extremely uncomfortable feeling. Although I still feel the same feeling, even more intense than the first time, this time, I want to see if there is a bottom in this abyss and what is hidden underneath.

Because I no longer want to escape, I don't have fear in my heart, or I can accept fear and don't care about it.

The slight difference is that although I also lit incense this time, there were no three more dark red points of light that seemed to be far away and seemed to be very close, and they completely disappeared into the infinite darkness, as if everything was nothing.

With his eyes slightly closed, he fell silently, waiting, during which many things came to mind, or people, or something, or a certain scene. These people or things that I am very familiar with, deeply rooted in my mind, have appeared in my mind in extremely unfamiliar forms and ways, to be precise, in the depths of the darkness around me, as if to pull me into the darkness as if to prevent me from falling deeper than the first time, when that strange and familiar person appeared.

But no matter how much it happened, no matter how thrilling it was, none of it made me open my eyes even once.

It wasn't until I don't know how long it took that I suddenly opened my eyes.

At the same time, as if the endless fall also came to an abrupt end, all the uncomfortable feelings receded like a tide at this moment.

Three dark red dots of light appeared in the dark night ahead, silently levitating. Behind the point of light was a huge, dark brown color like rust in the pitch black, just right to distinguish it from the surrounding darkness.

The walls are not regular and straight, but curved and curved, outlining a vague and large figure, and the surface is not flat, but concave and convex with various outlines.

So this is not a wall, but a bronze statue of the ancestor that has been magnified many times.

At this time, in the dark depths under his feet, the wind also blew faintly. The wind was not fierce or cold, but it seemed to come from the depths of hell, and it was filled with the smell of dead silence, as if all life would be taken away wherever it passed.

Blown by this gust of wind, the three points of light in front of the bronze statue of the ancestor suddenly seemed to be blown away from the dust on the surface, thus becoming a little brighter.

I lowered my head slightly, and looked at the place where the wind was blowing under my feet, and it was still dark, nothing, and there was no picture of a pair of cold eyes staring at me.

But just because it doesn't show up doesn't mean it doesn't happen.

Because those eyes appeared in my heart.

Or it's always been in my heart.

Since it is something that has always existed in the heart, but it has not been discovered in the past, then there is nothing to be afraid of.

So he smiled lightly, raised his head and bowed to the huge bronze statue of the ancestor in the distance, and then walked over.

At this moment, the darkness around me seemed to come to life, or my body seemed to have turned into a black hole, pulling the surrounding darkness over and beginning to collapse into my body.

An indescribable uncomfortable feeling suddenly hit like a tide.

The three points of light in front of the bronze statue of the ancestor also became brighter at this moment, and in the blink of an eye, they changed from three originally dim red dots to three extremely dazzling huge fireballs, and at the same time began to release high temperatures, sweeping and spreading in all directions, as if they were about to burn the surrounding darkness.

At this time, the entire black abyss was collapsing into my body, so three sun-like fireballs were burning the darkness, in fact, they were also burning me!

My body began to heat up, and every cell burned so hot that it seemed to turn into a grain of dry and hot gunpowder, and the slightest spark would detonate and ignite. Accompanied by a burst of great pain, my steps towards the bronze statue of my ancestor slowed down instantly.

Although I know that this process will definitely not be easy, and I have been mentally prepared, I still feel that it is difficult to resist when the torment really comes.

While I was enduring the torment of the fire, like a powder keg ready to explode at any time, and I struggled forward, the bronze statue of the ancestor behind the three scorching suns also seemed to slowly open my eyes......

At this time, the thatched hut and the entire mountain bay, after the gust of wind set off by the general's soul breaking in, had also returned to calm, even dead silence, and the air seemed to be more solidified than before, as if it had been completely solidified.

In an environment where there is hardly any air circulation, even the ghosts who used to be at home here are starting to become more and more uneasy.

It wasn't until I began to march towards the bronze statue of my ancestor in the depths of the void that this terrifying suffocation of air and soil completely solidified became a little looser, and then it tightened violently, and then loosened and tightened again. It was like my heart was beating, and every time I took a step forward, it would skip a beat.

The whole mountain bay began to regain its pulse in absolute dead silence, but it cannot be said that it had begun to wake up. Just like a sudden patient who has been in cardiac arrest for a period of time, is receiving belated resuscitation, and has a tremor reaction under the strong stimulation of the electric current, but it is still unknown whether it can really resume beating.

At the same time, the old man under the old locust tree on the side of the road, whose face rarely changed, also became nervous unconsciously, and even became a little dignified.

Although it was extremely difficult, and every time I took a step forward, I felt great suffering and resistance, but I still did not fall, and my "body" like a powder keg was not ignited and exploded under the increasingly hot heat.

What makes me even more unbearable and even a little frightening than this ordeal is that every time I take a step, there will be a magical voice in my heart that constantly dissuades me from giving up. The sound was not loud, like a mosquito buzzing near the ear, not paying attention to it or even hearing it clearly, but it was full of temptation, as if following its guidance would not only lead to liberation, but even the only right choice, and if I persisted like this, I would only make a big mistake and regret it. So much so that under its constant incition, I almost really believed it several times, and almost gave up.

If I hadn't been completely mentally prepared and my goal was firm enough, I would have been unable to resist this temptation and would have followed that voice and chose to give up.

In short, despite the torment, after holding on to my will, I don't know how long, I finally crossed the three fireballs that emitted terrifying heat and came to the huge bronze statue of the ancestor.

And the moment I stopped, the three fireballs also cooled down quickly. It was still bright and dazzling, but it no longer emitted the terrifying heat that seemed to detonate and evaporate.

Or rather, the darkness that had collapsed into my heart had been burned away in the scorching along the way, and I was the same substance as the three fireballs, so I no longer felt pain.

The unbearable ordeal is finally over.

So I stopped, raised my head and looked at the bronze statue of the ancestor who couldn't see the top at all, and after taking a deep breath, I slowly raised my right hand, ready to touch the pedestal just in front of me.

But at the moment when I was about to touch the huge pedestal under the left foot of the bronze statue, I suddenly felt like something touched my head, and I suddenly thought of something, and quickly withdrew my hand.

Frowning slightly, he raised his head again with a slight solemnity, and after staring at the huge bronze statue of the ancestor for a while, he no longer had any intention of hesitating, and turned to leave.

And the moment I turned around, the entire bronze statue of Master Zu, and the three fireballs in the void in front of me, also suddenly became extremely cold, forming a suction force with rage in the cold, rolling towards me from behind.

But it was too late. Because as long as I want to leave, turning around is leaving, unless I touched the bronze statue of my ancestor just now.

In the next moment, I woke up completely, returned to the grass hut with dim oil lamps, and without any hesitation, I got up and put my hand on the bronze statue of my ancestor on the offering table in front of me.

In the silence, as if something had been broken in an instant, the moment I put my hand on the top of the bronze statue of my grandfather, the eyes of the bronze statue also opened a slit......