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I saw that he had a slight mouth, and there was a babbling sound from his mouth, which sounded like an echo from a dry well, but I knew that he was speaking, and miraculously, I understood.

He said, "You know what? I've been following you. ”

"I really don't know, why are you following me?" I asked, and the sound was like the "echo" of a dry well, but I was surprised but didn't show it.

"Because I saw your willpower, you inspired me, and I was able to continue to live for so long." It spoke, trying to show gratitude, but only a dry face.

"Really? That's great. I said politely.

"What is it about your beliefs that keeps you going?" It asked, puzzled.

"I don't know, I just feel that there are very important things that I haven't done, maybe I still have worries in my heart, so I am reluctant to give up any hope." When I say this, I don't tell the whole story.

It nodded and said, "Do you think it's possible for us to go out like this?"

"I'm not sure about this, I still have this guy on my body, even if I want to go out, I have to get rid of this thing first. It is possible that we will continue to exist like this, or it may be that we will continue to climb upward, until finally, like those souls below, gradually lose our last consciousness in the drift, and then gradually sink to the bottom and gradually die. I said, staring vacantly at the top floor, the entrance at which they had been cast, and perhaps the gap I had left behind.

"Do you want to get out?" It asked.

"Don't you want to? No matter what, no soul would want to die here. I said.

"If I had a choice, I would like to go out too." It spoke, its voice a little lonely.

"The current situation is that there are no ifs, no choices, we can only keep climbing upwards to preserve the remaining consciousness and try to find opportunities." I said it, as if I was talking to it, and as if I was talking to myself.

"I probably won't be able to follow you for long. Seriously, if you could get out, would you choose to gamble your life out? It asked, in a serious tone.

"Of course, because there are still people waiting for me." As I said this, I somehow felt two emotions rush over me, and it seemed that a thought that did not belong to me was beating and supporting my consciousness.

"Young man, I don't have a choice, but you do, remember to find our killer when you go out." As it spoke, it suddenly bit its palm, and blood gushed out.

Do ghosts bleed too? At that time, I thought of something in my mind, the middle-aged soul in my sight swaying blood and drawing something in the space, my pupils shrank suddenly, it drew a charm, and the runes of the spell had already formed in the air.

Seeing it clearly, I quickly stopped: "Stop, do you know how dangerous this is?" You're going to be gone! ”

It was as if it hadn't heard me, and it was chanting incantations. As a soul, it is controlling the spell, although it may not have an effect on other soul attacks, but it is indeed extremely damaging to itself, and if one is not careful, it will be scattered, not to mention that it will destroy itself so violently.

No matter how much I screamed, it didn't hear me, and I felt as if I was cut off by a transparent glass pane, and the sound had no effect on my surroundings at all.

Finally, my voice finally returned, and I asked it blankly, "Who are you?"

"I'm just a cultivator." As it spoke, a powerful blast rang out, and its spirit was swallowed up in front of me, but I bounced straight toward the gap at the top.

The rope was broken, and countless souls ran with me through the gap and towards the outside world after a long absence. Having regained my freedom, I quickly collected my thoughts, took a piece of hope with it, and ran forward quickly. No matter the direction or the person, I kept running, and saving my life became my only thought.

By the time I came to my senses, it was already dark, and I was still running, afraid that someone would catch up with me and pull me back into the crowded space.

There were a few souls running with me behind me, and even without looking back, I could feel their numbers dwindling. A white female spirit gradually caught up with me, and under my astonished gaze, we came to a highway one after the other.

At this moment, a taxi came to a sudden brake in front of us, and my soul body crashed into the body, but the female soul that was one step behind me was not so lucky, it was quickly captured by the man in black who caught up.

I shrank in the car and didn't dare to move, only knowing that the driver got out of the car to check it, and then hurriedly sat back in the car.

After waiting for the car to drive for a while, I dared to move my body slightly. When I poked my head out, I was already in the town where I lived.

After looking around carefully, I found that there was no danger, so I dared to get out of the car.

With a sigh of relief, I planned to go to find Feng Xue, because Feng Xue had been with me until I lost consciousness and fainted, and I wanted to find her first, I really hope she didn't have an accident. Thinking so, I was about to raise my feet and walk in the direction of the place where she was most likely to be, Mo Xuanyuan's Cafe.

The footsteps suddenly became uncontrollable and went in the opposite direction. In my astonishment, my soul body had already taken my consciousness around several streets.

The footsteps finally stopped, and before I could breathe a sigh of relief, my soul body took me to a residential area again. I wondered and thought: What the hell is wrong with my soul? Why is it so sudden and uncontrollable, is it because of that explosion, the system was shocked for a while?! Or is it that the soul has been suppressed for too long and has undergone a qualitative change?

In my confusion, my soul passed through a door, and immediately a blinding white light appeared in front of me, and I saw a brand new house, a car, a TV, a mobile phone, and a frame of tickets neatly placed in front of me. Of course, it's all made of paper, and the ticket is just a dark coin.

I looked around carefully, and then I realized that this was a mourning hall, and the woman sitting on the side of the mourning hall looked a little familiar, but because she was wearing a wide white pointed hat, she couldn't see her face clearly. There was a familiar face hanging squarely in front of the hall, which was the portrait of He Zhiling's brother He Xionghui.

It turns out that this is He Xionghui's mourning hall, and the woman sitting there is He Zhiling, can she be discharged from the hospital? Why did my soul come here? I thought to myself.

Unconsciously approaching the posthumous image, my pupils shrank sharply when my eyes touched the image refracted by the mirror.