Legend has it that there are two kinds of flowers, white in the heavenly realm and red in hell. People generally remember its infernal redness, but forget its heavenly whiteness.

The name of the white flower on the other side is Manzhu Sawah, also called Bai Yuanhua or Ruyihua. The flower is large, and the Buddha says: Mahaman Zhu Sawa is one of the four kinds of smallpox. Its flowers are bright white and soft, and those who see them can cut off their bad karma.

The name of the red flower on the other side is Huozhaohua, and it is the same color as blood. Legend has it that Huozhao voluntarily threw himself into hell and was sent back by the demons, but he still lingered on the Huangquan Road and refused to leave, and the demons couldn't bear it, so they agreed to bloom by the Santu River. Since then, the fire has become the flower of the other side of the Lethe River.

The fragrance of the fire can evoke the memory of the deceased before death; The fire flower is called the 'fire road' because of its blood-like color and the place where it blooms.

At this moment, he walked on the road of fire in a daze, and headed towards the Santu River. He walked slowly, his mind was not clear, he didn't know what he had been through, and he didn't know where it was. Tang Shanhai has only one thought: 'The world ahead must go, must go......

In fact, this is not Tang Shanhai's own thoughts, but more like an idea imposed on his blank mind.

Without the heroism and demeanor of when he was alive, without the uprightness and pride of being alive, his head was lowered, his arms were weakly dangling at his sides, and his cheeks were tilted to the side, and he could see the distracted, confused eyes, and even the residual anger could be seen in them.

The side of the head was slightly deformed due to the shattering of the skull, and the corners of the mouth kept flowing black and red blood, which seemed to be endless; On the upward side, there is a redness and swelling at the corner of the eye; His hair was messy and dirty, clinging to his scalp, and there were broken hairs falling down his forehead and cheeks, and it was evident that someone had cut his hair before he died.

"Bi...... City ......"

"Bi...... City ......"

Babbling out of his mouth with an unknown name, unable to make any impressions from his blank mind, just repeating them mechanically.

The chest was no longer bitter, and the scarred skin was no longer painful, dragging his legs as soft as cotton wool, reaching out and nervously tearing his clothes.

He felt an inexplicable heat suddenly begin to surround his body, rushing straight to his throat. The tip of the nose also smelled a strong foreign fragrance, lingering.

He didn't like the scent because it seemed to wake up the pain, to wake up something bad......

So reflexively repulsing, tearing clothes and shaking heads, but it is useless, and the fragrance is getting stronger and stronger.

Suddenly, stalling, he stood still, the nervousness and disorder in his face and eyes fading away. His eyes began to brighten, began to take on a sense of sorrow, and began to glow slightly.

The back gradually rose, and the crooked head slowly returned to its usual upright posture and raised to look around, but as soon as it moved, the broken bones on the side of the head and neck made an ugly protest sound, so I had to give up.

He remembered, remembered who Bicheng was, remembered how he died, and even remembered the reason for his death

He doesn't regret it, and it can be said that he never regrets it, even if he has become this ghost now.

"Huh...... Hell... Come to report ......" Wu Zi chuckled and greeted the empty space.

"We don't accept ghosts with names here."

Startled by an unexpected reply, he looked ahead despite the rattling skull and saw a long-haired woman smiling at him in the otherwise uninhabited space.

The girl stood far away, but her voice sounded like it was close at hand.

He tried to observe with his blurred vision, but he still couldn't see the woman's specific appearance, and from a distance, he felt that she should be beautiful.

Adhering to the practice of being alive, straighten up and let yourself pose as gentlemanly as possible.

Seeing him like this, the woman covered her mouth and smiled, and said: "A gentleman like a pine and cypress, a guardian who loves and hates clearly, and a warrior who fights for the dream of his family and country, is worthy of admiration." ”

"......" didn't quite understand what the woman meant, so he continued to be silent, but his eyes gradually narrowed.

The woman continued as if talking to herself: "Is it worth it now that you think about it? Do you do this for your growth and happiness? It's like I'm going to be happy to be fulfilled. Is it really worth it? The voice gradually deepened, and the long-haired woman lowered her head, which she couldn't see clearly, and muttered, "They don't love us, so why should we love them?" Now that I think about it,"

“？！ You are......? Interrupting the woman's words with a sudden question, he walked quickly towards the woman, as if anxious to confirm the woman's identity. However, as soon as he took a few steps, he was stopped by a fiery red in front of him.

The flowers on the other side of the road, which bloomed on both sides of the road, grew as quickly as if consciously, and stopped in front of him, preventing him from approaching the woman.

"Don't come here, you can't see my eyes clearly, otherwise you won't be able to go back, the Santu River is not the place you should come to."

"......, is that you?" There was no shock in his eyes, and although he had a lot of questions, in the end, he just asked calmly.

"It doesn't exist anymore, I am the spirit of the fire, a long, long time ago, I volunteered to bloom on the side of the Yellow Spring Road, leading the way for the ghosts who came and went, and later, the demons took pity on me, and allowed me to be reincarnated in the world, I thought it would bring back a wonderful and sweet return, but I never wanted to bring back only a place of pain and sorrow...... You see, the petals of the fire have also become frustrated by my grief, and they are no longer the same......"

"We just did what we had to do, in troubled times, no one can be alone, Chen Shen and Bicheng are the same, in the future, the battles and tribulations they will have to go through will be more severe and even cruel, so I feel that I am lucky." In this way, there are no ups and downs, not even a strong sense of sadness.

"Is there really no regret?" Huo Zhaohua Ling asked.

"Nope!" What I got was a firm answer.

Out of sight, the fire flower spirit smiled again, this time without sadness, but with a sweet smile, as if she had heard the most beautiful music in the world. The fiery red petals of the fire are also more fragrant and fragrant because of this smile, which is refreshing.

"You're a gentleman! In this way, I will not love you in vain. ”

"What did you say?!" His plain eyes were dyed with surprise.

"I said, you don't deserve to die, you should listen to Chen Shen's words, because you will impulsively take revenge because of this, you have always known her nature, haven't you?"

"No, you're wrong, no, there's a more important person in her eyes" When he said the second half of the sentence, he could clearly hear his heartbreak, but he forcibly ignored it. To continue:

"No one will take revenge, I am just a gravel in troubled times, and it is not a pity to die......"

"And do you want to see what happens after you die?" The fire flower spirit was still hiding behind the petals, and her voice still sounded so clear, as if she was alive.

There was no answer, hesitating, thinking, and a kind of vague expectation slowly rose in his heart, like a lit candle. But I don't want it to ignite and I don't want it to ignite.