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It's rare to be old when ghosts are reborn,

Surrounded by evil spirits,

Helpless struggle for life,

Several years of vicissitudes of life hate the present.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and it was pitch black all around, and I didn't even know where I was, and I wanted to find Shen Mo and the others, but I didn't know which direction to go.

The cold rain poured on his body, and the cool breeze blew, and his body shivered involuntarily, trying to find a place to block the wind and rain. The coldness in the body and the desolation in the heart echoed each other, and a trace of despair quietly rose in the bottom of the heart.

People are like this, they will have different moods in different environments, and I think no one will be happy to enjoy it at that time, and praise the arrangement of fate.

Until now, every time someone mentions in front of me that the so-called fate arrangement makes sense, I still get angry. What is Fucking Destiny? What's fucking cause and effect again? Can I remember the events of my last life?

Those who wander in the world are either humans or ghosts, in contrast, ghosts are much more free than being humans, and there are so many restrictions of fate, no rules to follow, and no need to struggle for survival.

I'm thirty-three years old now, and the idea of dying only comes once that night. I don't know if anyone can understand my mood at that time, anyway, I really feel extremely depressed and depressed!

Walking up the mountain numbly, the more I thought about it, the more fucking aggrieved I became, so I simply stopped and shouted at the bottom of the mountain with all my strength:

"Ah!! I don't care about you! Come on! Come and ask for Lao Tzu's life! I'm not fucking afraid of you! ”

My voice trembled, but I was sure it was from the cold, not from fear.

From the moment I opened my eyes in my hospital bed, I was no longer afraid of death. In fact, many people are not afraid of death, but what kind of death should be distinguished.

On the battlefield, there was a rain of bullets, and when I gritted my teeth and rushed forward, I was shot in the head by someone who "snapped", and there was no pain, but in fact, it was not so terrible.

In fact, what is terrible is not death itself, but the process of death, and the unknown before death. Anger is the best way to suppress fear, but no matter how angry a person is, suddenly turning around and seeing a hanged ghost with his tongue sticking out, I believe that he can't calmly say "hello".

At that time, my physical strength was almost exhausted, my head was dizzy, and my teeth were chattering. On a cold rainy night, walking naked on the mountain, and worrying about ghosts that will appear at any time, that feeling, I can only say:

"Fuck it!"

It took me a long time before I finally found a crack in the mountain that I could barely crouch into. Although it was still the same cold, at least it didn't have to be in the rain all the time, and for me at that time, it was already a five-star hotel enjoyment.

I broke some branches to block the entrance of the cave, which could be regarded as a way to block the wind, and leaned against the cold stone wall in a daze, and I fell asleep, and I slept very deeply.

I dreamed again that I was surrounded by blistered corpses, many, many, many, and so many, and they surrounded me, tearing off the flesh from my body bit by bit with their sharp nails. I struggled desperately, but in vain.

I wanted to shout, but I couldn't make a sound, feeling that life was leaving me little by little, I didn't have the slightest feeling of fear, but a relief, a trace of expectation.

I wondered, if I also became a ghost, who would I go to for revenge? Or will I not even be able to be a ghost?

The sternum seemed to have been ripped off, and I looked down to see that the fresh heart was still beating vigorously, and I don't think anyone had ever done it before.

A hand that was only left with only Sensen's bones slowly reached over and gently grasped my heart. As long as he pinched it hard, my life could be completely over.

It seemed to be instinct, and my body stiffened.

The next second, I woke up, my head hitting the stone wall, and a bag the size of an egg bulging. My heart was pounding, and the feeling of death still enveloped me.

Pushing aside the branches, the outside was already a little bright, and I got out of it and moved my aching body. My stomach began to rumble, and I was hungry and cold and clammy in my body, and I was afraid that I would not have to do anything to get through it, and I would die myself.

After glancing around, I still couldn't tell the direction, I could only go down the mountain, if Shen Mo and the others were fine, it would be impossible to take an unconscious old lady to go so far. If they were taken by something, they wouldn't have climbed the mountain.

Although the sky was still overcast, the rain had stopped. On the way down the mountain, I found my discarded clothes, took out the blistered lighter from my pocket, and held it in my hand and walked all the way down the mountain.

I couldn't even name the plants on the mountain, so I picked a few fruits with insects on a tree, and I didn't even let go of the insects inside, and just chewed and swallowed them. But those things don't starve at all, at best they can relieve them a little.

I don't know if I'm on the right path, and after walking the way I threw my clothes, I don't know the way down. When I came down a steep slope, my feet slipped and I fell headlong, and I didn't know where I hit my head, so I fainted.

My world was once again in darkness.

Unlike before, this time, I didn't dream, I didn't see anything, I just completely and literally fainted.

Cold!

The only thing I felt was cold.

It was as if I had fallen into an ice cellar, and it was cold from the surface of my body to my heart.

When I opened my eyes again, I felt like the world was so fucking beautiful. The sun shines warmly on the body, and there is a ** beauty on the body, and the small vest on the body can only barely cover the most critical parts.

I tried to speak, but I found that my throat felt like it was on fire, and I could only hiss hoarsely.

Hearing my voice, the beautiful woman next to me raised her head and revealed Shen Mo's surprised little face. It's just that the surprise can't hide the deep exhaustion at all.

Shen Mo fed me some water, helped me sit up, and before I could speak, tears flowed down first:

"You're scared the hell out of me, you know? When the river recedes, we'll go back and never get involved in this kind of thing again, okay? ”

I smiled at her reluctantly, but didn't speak.

What can I say? I never thought about getting involved in these things, it was all things that found me, just like the old fortune teller of her master said, this is my life!

It's useless to run away, the only thing you can do is how to protect yourself!

Also, I didn't tell Shen Mo that this river would recede so easily...

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