Everything in front of me is so bizarre and absurd. The street is still normal, except that there is not a single pedestrian in sight. The sun is still the usual sun, but it is cold and biting when it shines on the body. Huzi can only find some shady places to hide. Everything in front of me seems to be covered with a thin veil, and the shadows are not so real.

How did you get to the city? By the way, it was to assassinate Andre and avenge Xiao Jiu. Why did you come here all of a sudden? And what about Andrei? What about dogs? I remember that at that time, the chaos was abnormal, it seemed that there was still a training army to attack the Zhao family's mansion, and there were also gunshots in the place where Lao Maozi was stationed outside the city. What's going on now?

Huzi felt that his brain was not enough, and he couldn't lift his spirits.

Could it be that he died? As soon as he thought of this, Huzi's spirit was shocked - it is by no means impossible! Now this feeling is so similar to when I first entered the Zhangjiatang Dandong Mansion, it can be said that it is exactly the same! It's just that this is the outside world, and the aura of heaven and earth can still communicate with itself. So the soul leaves the body!

Is this death? It doesn't seem that scary. This appearance can be regarded as surviving in this world, right? Although he dealt with ghosts and gods all day long, he never died, so how could he know what it was like to die.

Huzi thought to himself that he should have become a ghost. It stands to reason that not everyone in this world can become a ghost after death, most of them have obsessions that cannot be dissolved, and the time is commensurate with the place, so that the soul of the dead can turn into a ghost, and then there is a master to lead, or realize the method of cultivation, and the cultivation of ghosts and immortals can be renamed Qingfeng.

Thinking of this, Huzi panicked even more: No! I can't die yet! It is still unknown whether Andre is alive or dead, and Zhao Shankun should still be in the Zhao family's mansion. Now that the Qing soldiers and the Russian army are in a confrontation, if Zhao Shankun is coerced into it, how can he still survive!

Hu Ziqiang calmed himself down and thought carefully. Many dying people swallowed their breaths, but they were able to bring them back. There are countless people who claim to have seen their bodies out of the body when they were dying.

The soul leaving the body is not necessarily dead, but it must be extremely dangerous. Huzi has never cultivated any out-of-body supernatural powers, if something goes wrong this time and he fails to return his soul in time, it is really a lack of skills to return to the sky.

He was originally a cultivator, and he was gifted, he could see the transformation of yin and yang, and if he could return to his physical body, he would probably be able to come up with a way.

He can't hide here, no matter how uncomfortable the sun hits him, he has to go back to the Zhao family's mansion immediately. Huzi looked around and determined that this should be near the East City Gate, although he didn't know why the soul wandered here, but it was not far from the Zhao family's mansion, so it should be in time.

Huzi stretched out his hand, carefully touched it where the sunlight could reach, and quickly retracted his hand. If you say it, just now I just felt cold and piercing, but now this pain is like being stung by a scorpion.

The sun has risen high. Huzi knew in his heart that he was originally cultivating to the Yin method, and what flowed in the meridians of the flesh on weekdays was an inner element with a mixture of aura and yin qi. Now is the time of sunrise, the yang energy is gradually flourishing, I am afraid that it will not take a while, and his wandering soul will not be able to move an inch.

Gotta hurry! Hurry up! As Huzi's mind moved, the free yin qi gradually gathered around him, wrapping him tightly like a silkworm cocoon. Am I just in pain? He turned his heart sideways, so he rushed to the Zhao family's mansion first, and he should still not be dissipated.

Huzi takes one step at a time, and the world spins!

Mountains are not mountains, rivers are not rivers, clouds are not clouds, and trees are not trees. Heaven and earth faded for a while, as if they had walked into an ink painting. The sunlight that stinged him was gone, but the things in front of him could still be seen clearly, as clear as day.

Everything was distorted, the neat houses were in ruins, and the trees that had sprouted and hung green became bare in the middle of winter, twisting their branches and stabbing into the sky. The mountains in the distance seem to have suddenly risen a hundred feet high, and the river in the near distance has dried up, and the traces of cracking in the riverbed are like the fine patterns on those precious porcelain.

Where is this? Huzi was completely stunned, this became a ghost, and he comprehended the magic power of the so-called "divine foot communication" of Buddhism? Just one step, just a stone's throw away?

"I can't die yet!" The tiger shouted hoarsely, but he couldn't make a sound. He panicked, what should he do if Zhao Shankun dies? Is Andrei dead? Have Xiao Jiu and the Zhao family's revenge been avenged?

Huzi suddenly thought - how did those ghosts come into contact with ordinary people? For so long, he hadn't even seen a living person. Logically not. Could it be that people can't see ghosts, and ghosts can't see people? There is no such reason, and he has not heard any breeze and smoke soul mention this stubble matter?

What's wrong with you?

What's going on?

It took a long time for Huzi to calm down again and recognize this reality, that is, no matter how anxious he was, no matter how much he thought, it would not help. Now the most important thing is to leave this place quickly and return to the Zhao family's mansion.

But how do you get back? He wasn't sure if it was Changtu Mansion, or even ...... This is still not the mortal world of the yang world.

Anyway, you have to find your way, let's take a walk first. Huzi said to himself, what if he meets someone who can talk while walking? It's all a matter of insecurity. Even if he stepped into the underworld step by step, it was impossible for him to have only one ghost in the entire underworld.

Huzi has been gone for a long time, and he has been alone for a long time. There is no sun, moon and stars, and the body does not feel tired, and the tiger is not easy to estimate the time. But he felt that at least a day's work had to be done.

The more he walked, the more his mind sank, and the more he walked, the more chaotic his spirit became. In this way, it seems that he is really dead—I have never heard of a person who has completely lost his qi and can come back alive for twelve hours.

Huzi resigned himself to his fate. Originally, he went to assassinate Andre with the intention of dying, and if Andre died, it would be regarded as seeking benevolence. He still remembered that he had bitten the blood in Andrei's neck at that time, and if he could still survive in that case, it would be really his fate. What's more, he has become a ghost, and he hasn't been directly scattered, which should be regarded as an unexpected joy.

But how did he die? Huzi couldn't figure it out. He remembered that he himself did not seem to be hurt except for the jaws of his hands. Could it be that Andre returned to the light and fought back to his death, but he didn't know about his own life?

It's been a day, and I don't know how Zhao Shankun is now.

Wrong! Huzi suddenly thought, it's been a day, what is his master Mr. Peng doing now? The rules of the ghost house, but whenever you go out, you have to leave a special paper puppet on the people close to you. If something happens accidentally, the paper golem will inevitably react. If he died now, the paper puppet with his name written on it should have been broken in half, and it was impossible for Mr. Peng not to know what was going on in his city.

But after so long, Mr. Peng won't burn incense and be frightened? and Zhao Yueyue, there are a lot of clear winds and smoke souls in her house, and they haven't come out to look for themselves?

Huzi felt that he was getting more and more confused—this was a dangerous thing. Ghosts can be cultivated into a clear wind and smoke soul, and the most important thing is that they are sane and sound. If you have completely lost your mind, but you haven't lost your soul yet, it's easy to become a muddy thing like an earthbound spirit. If you absorb the anger and have heavier resentment, it is very easy to become a fierce ghost.

Absolutely not! Although there are still many things that cannot be figured out, now is not the time. Huzi quickly stopped, made a five-hearted body seal on the spot, and worked according to the mental method of the previous cultivation.

In fact, Huzi no longer has a body, and it doesn't matter what kind of posture he is. But he had developed a habit and did it naturally.

Unable to feel the meridian dantian, the love of aura and yin qi still melted into his soul very smoothly. There is no trace of the operation of the exercises on weekdays, and the aura and yin qi converge from the spiritual platform, and then flow all over the body. Every moment passed, my consciousness became clearer, and I don't know how long it took, it was the same as usual.

Huzi smiled bitterly, in this way, I am afraid that it is really going to be cultivated into a breeze. I can't say whether it's a good thing or a bad thing, but I think it's a pity - but in the 14th Five-Year Plan, the good years haven't been enjoyed, so they have become like this.

Although he was conscious, Huzi felt very "hungry". It stands to reason that the reincarnation of grains is to keep the body running, and now he only has his soul left, and he should not feel hungry, just as he has walked for so long and has not felt tired.

But he was just "hungry" and he needed to eat. Huzi scratched his head, what does the ghost need to eat? Incense? No, incense is not a must. Offerings? Those lonely ghosts who have no one to worship have survived?

Huzi slapped his head, thinking that he wouldn't have become a hungry ghost!

Legend has it that a person who was overwhelmed during his lifetime will become a "hungry ghost" after death. I feel hungry all the time, but my throat is only as thin as a needle's nose, and I can't swallow anything. In the Buddhist legend of hell, hungry ghosts who were punished lightly would be poured with molten iron and copper juice, and their intestines would be burned repeatedly until their intestines were rotten. Hungry ghosts who were severely punished were placed between delicacies, and every time they put them to their lips, the delicacies would turn into a mass of burning charcoal, so that they could not eat in their mouths.

How good is that? Greedy on weekdays, should I be in my life?

Huzi was distressed in his heart, and he did see something moving in the distance.

A living creature? Is it a human or a ghost? It's been a long time since I got lost in Changtu Mansion and stepped here, and the first time I saw something that could move, Huzi was overjoyed! If you can talk and communicate, that's great.

What if it's dangerous? Huzi is also somewhat considerate. With a shake of his hand, a small blue flame sprang up in the palm of his hand, and his heart settled down a little. His ability is still there, and he can run if he can't beat it.

Having made up his mind, he walked over to the moving mass.

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