With a bang, I couldn't open my eyes and fell into a silent darkness.

Like a song patched together with black and white keys, wandering, drifting.

The palms of the hands that were in a cold sweat suddenly soaked into a touch of coldness.

His heart was beating violently, and the rhythm followed his voice towards death.

My body is no longer in control of me, what the hell does he want to do?

A chill covered my body, not the slightest weight, but enough to make my heart tremble.

"Cold ......"

I shuddered slightly as I slid my neck with a slippery slic.

Qin Yan...

The darkness receded, leaving a gray color.

My eyes opened strangely, and my body felt light, I was...

The surroundings were no longer the appearance of the room, and suddenly said, "Qin Yan? ”

The voice is so empty that even I am afraid to hear it, is this a soul origin?

All that came into view was gray and foggy.

I tried to use my hand to remove the gray that obstructed my vision, but it became thicker and thicker.

The feet became frivolous and could not fall to the ground.

The misty vision only felt that there was a faint light in the distance, and at the end of the light, there was a road that seemed to be nothing, like a dilapidated broken bridge, like a steep mountain road, and below it was a bottomless abyss black hole.

The heavy brass bells swayed, and the crumbs of the paper suddenly rushed towards me, and the sound of paper was all over my ears.

My body was blown by this yin wind, and my heart was in a hurry, and when I saw it, my feet were already stationed on the ethereal road.

It's not that I want to walk, it's that I feel like my feet are being tied by an invisible iron, cold, but I can't see it.

I kept looking back, thinking that I was obviously still on the ** just now, and my body must still be on the **, Qin Yan is clearly there.

"Qin... Qin Yan, where are you ......?"

The sound was instantly drowned out in the gust of wind, and then I noticed that the clothes I was wearing were just a layer of paper, covered with a layer of white paper, and the color of my arms was almost the same color as the white paper.

The broken road suddenly began to shake, I didn't even have a place to grasp, my body bumped east and west, I didn't feel pain, I only felt that the flirt on my feet was getting tighter and tighter, and if I fell, I would still be dragged forward.

What the hell is this place?

It's not a living person who should come, and there are things on my body, I seem to be suddenly awake, and I turned around and planned to run back, but there was no way when I turned around, but I clearly saw that at the end of the road, there was a person standing, dressed in black, and I shouted excitedly in a hollow voice, "Qin Yan!" ”

He stood there, like a puppet, indifferent to my voice, as if he hadn't heard it at all.

Suddenly my feet were pulled, I leaned forward, almost fell, and when I looked back, the iron loomed and clasped tightly on my ankles.

Every time he took a step forward, the road would disappear, and Qin Yan's figure at the other end was blurred.

"Qin Yan, Qin Yan ......"

The hysterical shouts were of no use at all.

Hell is calling, I see.

Because I saw the legendary bowl of soup, it was not far away, but there was no legendary Meng Po, the porcelain white bowl was placed on the high broken steps not far away, and the surroundings were gray, only the porcelain white bowl, which was eye-catching at a glance.

I, I'm not dead at all, how can I drink this thing......

"Xiao Xiao ......"

It's Qin Yan's voice, I'm looking back, I can't see anything over there, there's no way, it's at the end.

The light is still so far away.

"Qin Yan."

The hand was suddenly grasped, and I suddenly lowered my head, was I hallucinating? It's still my own white hand.

The warmth just now was clearly held in the palm of his hand, yes, it was warm, but it was taken away by someone.

Suddenly, his mind was full of Qin Yan's appearance, his head was splitting, and all kinds of memories of the past were scattered in the yin wind, and he began to spin, spin, and the distorted happiness became ugly, and the picture was obscure.

In front of me, the scene of me alone in the villa that day suddenly appeared, and in a turn, it was Qin Yan lying quietly in the ice coffin, and I wanted to slowly get closer to see.

But a hand that came out of nowhere suddenly threw a burst of cold water into the ice coffin, and a choking smell came out, and I exclaimed, it was... That's the smell of sulfuric acid, it's the smell of instant decay of corpses, and the ** that splashed sulfuric acid instantly rots!

I suddenly cried bitterly, this, this is not true, it is not true......

There was a lifeless ghost voice floating in the air, murmuring as if reciting the ghost scripture: 'Drink the bowl of thick soup in Meng Po's hand, happy, sad, a few reincarnations, several times of broken intestines, look back again, and never forget.' ’

I cried, my elongated tone was miserable, except for Qin Yan, but it was more like it was for me.

I am like a ghost walking on Huangquan Road, crying miserably and with a sad figure.

"Qin Yan ......"

“……”

Step by step, at the end, standing in front of the soup that night, I felt that I was in a stupor, all my thoughts were scattered, and I could only shed endless tears.

"Drink it......"

Strange voices dominate me.

"Xiao Xiao."

"Xiao Xiao."

"Xiao Xiao ......"

Three in quick succession, at the other end, which was out of reach for me, the voice was eager, and he wanted me to go back to square one.

"Drink, drink, you can meet the person you want to meet, hehe..."

The moment he picked up the bowl, his wrist hurt, and as soon as he raised his head, a pair of light blue eyes bulged slightly, forming a plane with the eye sockets, as if his eyes were tough because of his hard work.

My sluggish appearance finally came back to my senses, "Qin Yan......"

"Back."

The white porcelain bowl cracked instantly, and the gray stuff inside spilled.

With this sprinkling, everything here became distorted, even Qin Yan.

Suddenly, he pulled me to run quickly, and when I reached the edge of the cliff where there was no way, he suddenly picked me up and jumped into the bottomless abyss and hell.

My heart tightened suddenly, I only remember hugging Qin Yan's neck tightly, and the whole person suddenly woke up, as if the soul had suddenly fallen into my body.

I sat up and gasped for breath, and the room was still dark, with a milk-white English clock hanging on the wall, the hands pointing exactly four o'clock.

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This time is the time for the soul to return to the west and the person to return to the sun.

Covered in sweat, his hand touched the position of the heart, just now, the soul seemed to have fallen into H2 from the heart