The gray mist is hazy, cloudy, rich and cold.

A cold aura rushed towards them, and everyone couldn't help but shiver, and a sense of uneasiness surged in their hearts.

In the hazy gray mist, there was a faint sound, clanging, beating gongs and drums, blowing trumpets, and the sound of welcoming relatives sounded, knocking and beating, and the sound was a little immense.

Vaguely, a group of officers and soldiers dressed as ancient officials appeared.

The group of officers and soldiers carried a scarlet sedan chair, and a delicate man in a purple Tang suit got into the sedan chair.

In the hazy ghostly fog, the official sedan chair seemed to move instantly, and under the terrifying gaze of Huang Mao and others, the fog dissipated, and the ancient sedan car had long since disappeared.

The people who stayed alone in the party were terrified, their hearts were cold, and Huang Mao was even more paralyzed on the ground, trembling all over.

Jiang Feng not only has small achievements in martial arts, but at the same time, he is also quite accomplished in Taoism!

Exorcism is not very difficult for him!

"Five ghosts carry a sedan chair!" But traveling thousands of miles at night, this is a kind of ghost art, he can't fly to the sky like a fairy, but it can also facilitate a lot of things.

His current identity is a little sensitive, after all, according to the real world, he has been officially canceled by the identity card, and now that he has reappeared, he will definitely attract the attention of the police.

Many times, methods such as taking a car will not work, and the ghost sedan chair has played his role.

From D province to G province, separated by thousands of miles, with eight red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple and powerful ghosts in the blue clothes at the same time to drive the ghost sedan chair, it is estimated that you can arrive at your hometown before five o'clock in the morning, see your parents, of course, the ghost sedan chair is invisible, but don't worry about causing any sensation.

Looking at the rapidly receding trees outside the window, the mountains and rivers, the night, and some dim street lamps, Jiang Feng felt inexplicably in his heart.

Although he has only been away from the real world for a month, too many things have happened to him in the past month, he has married and had children, he is no longer a white-collar young man who goes to work, he has gone further and further on the road of ordinary people.

Under the neon lights, a drunk man who doesn't return home, a sad woman who has fallen out of love, and a couple who break up noisily.

Reluctant, separated lovers, young people who get off the Internet from the Internet café late at night, friends on the street stalls, drinking and talking, drunken talk about life, bleak autumn, ordinary life scenes constitute a picture of life.

There are sweet and sour, bitter and spicy, pessimistic, clutch, if it is not an unexpected journey, will you be unknown, and finally forever silent in this ordinary world, always an ordinary person?

Living a life of three points and one line, working, marrying a wife and having children, working all your life, and finally sleeping on the earth?

Maybe that's what life is all about.

Not so great, so ordinary.

"But what I want is a wonderful life!" suppressed the thoughts in his heart, and at this moment, unconsciously, his mood had a result of leaps and bounds.

The mana in the body is surging, and the peak of the late stage of refining and refining the god is a matter of course!

Damao Village, a small mountain village in a remote mountainous area of H City, Province G, is also the location of Jiang Feng's hometown.

As the ghosts continued to move forward, more than nine hours later, the ghost sedan chair stopped in front of the stele intersection with the words "Damao Village".

A middle-aged man in blue, dressed as a ghost, stepped forward and came to the official sedan chair, bowed down and said respectfully: "My lord, Damao Village has arrived!" ”

"Stand down, all of you!" The sedan curtain was lifted, and Jiang Feng slowly strode out of the official sedan chair and said lightly.

"Yes, sir!" The ghosts respectfully responded, their bodies spun in place, and a violent yin wind swept up, and then the ghosts disappeared with the official sedan chair.

Turned into a black light and sank straight into the Yin Soul Bucket on Jiang Feng's waist.

Jiang Feng cleaned up his clothes up and down, and was inexplicably a little nervous in his heart, but he was already a little impatient to rush towards his home in the village.

This is a one-story tiled house in the 90s, a typical Jiangnan ancient style building.

The white walls, earth-colored tiles, are carved with the traces of years of knife and axe.

Obviously, the house is some years old.

This kind of house, although it is not high-end in Damao Village, is still average.

The owners of the house, Jiang Hai Liuyue and his wife, have a good son, not only did they fight for the two of them and were admitted to the local university, becoming the only college students in the village, but also sent back a lot of wages every month, which was about six or seven thousand yuan.

It can be said that Jiang Hai and his wife are also well-known figures in the village, and when they meet the villagers, their faces are often filled with happy smiles.

It was supposed to be a happy event, but everything changed a month ago, when the police in H City, Province G, called to inform Jiang Hai and his wife that their son might have crashed on a plane to Nepal.

A pair of white lanterns hung at the door of the house, and everything was shrouded in mourning.

"Mom and Dad, I... It's back. Jiang Feng couldn't help but tremble.

When Jiang Feng trembled and pushed open the door, it was empty.

"What's going on? What about Mom and Dad? Jiang Feng was slightly stunned, he didn't expect his parents to be at home.

He hurriedly searched his home.

The home is a little messy, and the furniture that is neatly placed on weekdays is also placed on the ground in an orderly manner, which can be seen how bad the owner was at that time.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Feng's heart ached.

It is conceivable that when they learned of their death, their parents' hearts were full of grief at that time.

He didn't give up, he quickly searched the room, rummaged through his parents' room, and didn't see any clues, when he came to his bedroom, Jiang Feng was shocked to find that some things in his room were neatly arranged.

still retains the way he was when he left, and has not changed at all.

He was a little stunned, his eyes swept away, and he saw a notebook in front of the table, and next to it, there was a family photo of himself and his parents.

His father's bronzed skin was filled with a masculine masculinity, and although the years had given him vicissitudes of life, it could not hide the love in his smile.

The mother is a very ordinary and delicate woman, and she often has a faint kind smile on her face, and a boy in a small black suit in the middle has a bright smile, which seems to be the best witness of time.

They are happy with each other, and it is all good.

The backdrop for the photo is the backdrop of a local amusement park, the Pirate Ship.

The lush willow trees are drifting in the wind, and everything is so harmonious!

"Seven days have passed since Ah Feng disappeared, and in the past three days, we have traveled to Nepal to ask the local police for news of our son, but the final result is that he has left this world...."