"One, two, three, four, five, gold, wood, water, fire, earth, ......" The second senior brother was another spell, and then he actually sang a song, and he got rid of a fairy girl, and it seems that he will be called the second fairy girl in the future. Just when I was feeling funny, there was an image in front of me, still gray sky, and dry and cracked earth without grass.

How am I here?

The thatched hut, the promenade, the man wearing the hat, and the stele and the words on the stele ---Back door!".

I still have the bowl in my hand, but the red cloth on the bowl and the incense in my left hand are gone.

I took a few more steps and it felt the same as walking on the ground, and it didn't feel the same as the last time I came. I took a few more big steps, but I didn't feel my foot hit my back.

After the strange momentum has passed, it is time to worry, where should I go now, where to find weak water?

Ask someone, I opened my mouth to find someone wearing a hat, but suddenly I found that I had become dumb!! I really can't say a word!!

Why!!

And those who wore hats only looked at the river quietly, and they didn't make a sound.

And they don't see me as a person, no matter how I gesture and make gestures next to me, they all look at the river quietly and motionlessly, like a group of dead people, oh, they are dead people.

What am I going to do?

After walking around anxiously a few times, I began to miss the black-clothed sister with a beautiful figure and a red lantern. Even if I've never seen her face, I miss her back very much.

After a while, there was a commotion in the silent air, and a small windsurfing boat floated on the river, and all the people wearing hats only turned their heads to look, and then stared at the monotonous surface of the river without moving.

Finally there was a little more change, and I walked briskly to the boat. The rower was an old man with gray hair and a wrinkled face, with no expression on his face, just like those who wore hats, looking like a dead man, as if his heart was also dead.

I opened my mouth and gestured a few times, but he remained motionless as if he didn't see me, and the boat was not tied to a cable, and he was not rowing, but the boat was parked there motionless.

Although I had a strong feeling in my heart that I should get on this boat, I was really not sure that there was no one to guide me, and the difference between these ferries and the yang world, there was at least a route sign in the world that stated where to go, but nothing was written here, and getting on the boat was like gambling on luck.

Those people wearing hats just glanced at this small boat casually, they didn't choose, and I couldn't choose rashly, in case this boat was sent to me to be reincarnated, and I couldn't touch Gao Laozhuang when I was thrown into a pigsty.

Senior brother, can you hear me? If you can hear my inner voice, give me some instructions.

Even if it's a multiple-choice question, there has to be a question so I can guess the right answer, and after a while, there was no response.

I'm starting to get used to this kind of silence again, it's as quiet as if I'm deaf, and it seems that the lack of any of the six senses of the eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, and mind makes people crazy. But cultivation has to abandon these six senses, what is left of the loss of these six senses?

At last the apocalyptic silence was broken, a familiar brass bell rang, and the ferry began to stir, and the blackened ship that had been hidden in the fog sped up from upstream.

The crowd crowded in again, and I, who was standing at the head of the ferry, had no place to hide or have time to dodge, so I was squeezed down, and I fell to the small windsurfing board.

I feel angry in my heart, these people in the world don't queue up and have no quality to crowd around, and they still have no quality here. This is the second time I have been squeezed onto the boat by these "people", the last time I was squeezed into a big boat, this time I fell into a small boat.

The politeness taught by the teacher in the classroom does not work in the human society, and it does not work in the underworld and in this place where I don't know if it is the underworld.

was still angry, but at the same time it became a shock.

My little windsurfing board has left the ferry port quickly, more than ten meters offshore!!

I quickly stood up and gestured with the old man rowing the boat, but it didn't work.

I grabbed his rowing hand with both hands, and as soon as I touched him, his hands went numb, and they bounced off like an electric shock.

What to do? I tried to grab the oars, but my hands went numb to the fullness, and I had to sit in the boat with all my body weak.

The boat quickly rowed upstream.

The big boat is from the upstream downstream, but the small boat is from the bottom up, whether this is the way to heaven or not, you have to accept your fate.

People are sisters who want to cross the river to push me, I'm a young man but the river, and the old man is coming to push me.

Since it is called resignation, then let it be fate, I will stop wherever he rows, and I can only adapt according to what the second senior brother said.

The scenery on both sides of the strait is also unchanged, on the right is the semi-finished product of the construction site that stretches for hundreds of miles, if this person really falls into it, it is 10,000 percent lost, and on the left is the continuous dry woods, if it is not for the scenery on both sides of the continuous retreat, I doubt that I have been staying in place. Or maybe I'm in the same painting all the time, but the difference is that I run from the right side of the painting to the left and back to the right and keep running.

I really regret the journey after repeating a picture for a long time in such a quiet world, I never thought I was a strong-willed person, and I didn't even think about it at all, because I was done thinking about everything, I still couldn't move, it felt like a week had passed, but fortunately I didn't feel hungry or thirsty, nor did I feel the slightest feeling of wanting to and pee.

There was nothing here that could spark my fantasies, make me think, and I began to miss the feeling of dreaming, and I wanted to dream.

There was nothing to refer to the time at all, there was no sun, no night, no clouds, and after about another week, I began to lose consciousness at all.

When I became conscious again, I felt that I had forgotten something, who was this expressionless old man, was it my relative? Why am I here, where am I going, why can't I move? Am I born paralyzed? It wasn't until I saw the earthen bowl in my hand that I slowly remembered my mission, Bai Xue, Bai Xue, how are you now?

Snow, Snow, where are you?

The immutable thing finally came to an end, and a high mountain in front of it blocked all view, and the top of the mountain could not be seen nor the two ends of the mountain, and in the middle of the mountain there was only a huge cave with a black hole, and the river water flowed out of the cave.

The mountains in front of me were rushing towards me at a rapid pace, and the huge feeling of oppression I had never felt before, which also made me feel how fast the boat was moving, and in the time it took to drink water, the boat drove into a huge black hole.

I think I probably fell asleep.

Don't have the feeling of falling asleep and waking up?

No dreams?

If I can feel it outside about two weeks, in the dark I don't feel it at all.

Even the only gray sky is gone.

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