My soul was imprisoned in a dark box, and I felt a little overwhelmed.

Because I want to go out, but I can't do it.

This feeling of not knowing what to do made me feel a little manic, messy, and didn't know what to do.

I think a lot of people should understand this process, which is that when you are confined in a room that is full of darkness, that feeling, you can go crazy.

The reason is simple, because people, as social animals, are creatures that need interaction, and when you are confined, insecurity and loneliness can cause mental problems.

At this moment, I was in this state, in the darkness, helpless, and I felt very alone.

My loneliness is more desperate than the prescribed time, place, and confession.

Because in that case, you can still communicate with people, and no matter how bad it is, you can hit the wall, although it may not be dead.

I'm trying to hit the wall right now, because there's a void all around.

My irritability became more and more intense, and the various spiritual fires in my soul began to become restless with my emotions, and one flame after another began to release automatically, spreading towards the endless darkness, as if trying to find the end of this darkness.

But obviously, my actions were meaningless, and the result of the failure of the search was to make me more and more lost.

I sat helplessly in the void, not knowing what to do.

Despair makes people want to die, I'm not going to die like this, am I? From the first time I saw the cold corpse of Uncle Zhang in the village when I was a child, to the death of the group of grave visitors on Dongshan to the sudden death of Yang Shanmei in elementary school, and then to the countless strange deaths I saw later, the dead corpses kept appearing in front of my eyes at this moment, and then distorted and disappeared, and then another ugly corpse appeared.

The process was so painful that I couldn't bear to think about it, but it kept coming back to my mind.

In the dark, I felt the call of death.

It was as if I had seen death, and it was as if I was going to die.

Are you really going to die?

I stared desperately at the corpses behind me, these were the corpses I had seen before, each one was so miserable, so lonely, they seemed to be smiling at me, inviting me, and they seemed to be saying to me, "Come, come!" ”

My soul seems to be in danger of collapse, and the three souls and seven spirits seem to be separating, and they want to leave with them.

However, I seem to be still reluctant.

Why am I reluctant to leave?

That reluctance, as if it was also calling me, I tried my best to let myself feel this reluctance, just like people always want to see those things they can't give up before they die, even if they only look at it, they are willing.

But the dead bodies didn't want me to see the slightest reluctance, and one voice after another persuaded me in my ear.

"Give up, there's nothing to see over there."

"Yes, give up, what's there to see? Come with us. ”

"Death is the greatest relief. Liberation is freedom. ”

"You yearn for freedom, just follow us!"

Or persuasion, or threat, or tough voice is stirring my nerves, but the slightest reluctance is so nostalgic to me, if I don't see this reluctance, I think I will never bear to leave.

Or rather, I'll die without a blind eye!

So I still couldn't give up the slightest reluctance, and I tried hard to see the truth there.

I tried to let my inspiration go completely and look for the slightest reluctance in this whole dark and boundless space, and I finally saw that it was a silk thread, a silk thread intertwined with red, green, and white.

A silk thread, how can it make me feel so reluctant?

I became more and more curious, curiosity can kill cats, and it can also make people overcome death and fear.

In this curiosity, I forgot about the corpses behind me for a while, and used my inspiration to sense the three-colored silk thread again.

I found that the more I tried to sense the thread, the farther the corpses behind me became, and they seemed to be terrified of the thread, and though they tried so hard to hold me and save me, they did not dare to come near me.

And the closer I got to the silk thread, the deeper my feeling became, the more warm I felt, the silk thread had come to my eyes, the red red rope made me think of the blood pit in the northern Xinjiang for a moment, Yun Ruo used a red rope to hold everything between me and her.

And the green rope is like a strip of green light, tugging at my nerves.

The green thread was so familiar that I could feel Mr. Rong's breathing and pulse, and I seemed to see him holding up a large green light mask that day, and in that shining light, his body was so straight.

No, not only Mr. Rong, I also saw the figure of Nobita, the figure of Li Guanyi, the figure of Artugege, the figure of every once, past, and present friend.

The last white silk thread is the most touching place that completely shook the bottom of my heart.

It was a trace of gray hair, gray hair, like the smile of my mother and Xi, and like my father's messy white hair, that night, the scene of gray and white intertwined, I can not forget it for a long time.

This is the thread of affection!

As I got closer to this line of feelings, the three-color line wrapped around my soul, and my three souls and seven spirits, which had been faintly broken, instantly coalesced together!

It was as if they were tied together, and there was no gap between them, and it made my soul stronger and stronger.

In fact, they are originally a whole.

This tricolor thread was like threading a needle, binding my soul more realistically, and finally gathered at the back of my head, and instantly bloomed into three colors! A halo was formed.

At this moment, I felt that my soul burst out with a stronger light than before, and the ghost and god law was actually formed at this moment!

I felt that my soul had never been so overflowing, I didn't expect that after facing the summoning of death, I would actually form a ghost and god law, and my soul was naturally several times stronger.

Even those five kinds of spiritual fires also grew several times in an instant.

But I found that I always thought that ghosts and gods were the end of ghosts in this world, but I didn't expect that I seemed to see a door, just above the ghosts, and there was a place that ghosts yearn for and longed for.

That door only appeared for a moment at the moment when my ghost and god dharma were formed, and then disappeared without a trace.