The group has driven to the national highway, 2 kilometers before and after, even the passers-by have asked, and they have not seen the shadow of the three treasures, from the time he left to the intersection of the plane, it is impossible to run so fast, it is impossible for him to become the Monkey King and fly, Master Lu was so angry that he slammed the broken bread of the funeral home, so frightened that Chen Gang and Director Wu shrank in the car and did not dare to show their heads.

At this time, Sanbao, who was completely hopeless, was still wandering leisurely in the pine forest, he had no worries, he was a nameless person, when the bus came, it didn't matter if he could catch up, the important thing was that his fate was destined to be far away.

Occasionally, the crow in the forest woke Sambo from his thoughts, and he noticed that he was walking in the deepest part of this gloomy pine forest, although it was noon, but the dense black pine forest rarely had sunlight through, and the whole pine forest looked extremely ghostly and gloomy. Occasionally, frecks of light falling from the shadows of the trees form circles of light on the ground. It is as if a mysterious person has drawn footprints on the ground. The fallen pine needles accumulate for a hundred years, and the feet step on them silently. Listening to the electrician Zhang, this used to be an anti-Japanese battlefield, and the Kuomintang army and the Japanese devils fought a bloody battle in this forest. If you peel open the thick pine needles, you will find that the soil is dark red, because it is soaked in human blood. Sambo didn't bother to see if there was really blood-red dirt, but his sixth sense told him that he was in the pine forest at the moment, and in those shadows, something special was staring at him.

When the first ghost appeared in Sanbao's sight, Sanbao believed that what the electrician Zhang said was indeed the truth, and in the faint moisture of the forest, the undead soldier who died in battle stood cautiously next to a large pine tree, wearing Kuomintang clothes, and there were tattered gun holes and mottled blood stains on his clothes, he was not an entity, more like an ethereal shadow. Then more ghosts appeared from the forest, among them there were Kuomintang soldiers and Japanese soldiers, they stood solemnly in the posture of soldiers, each ghost was silent, sad, solemn.

The ghosts quietly watched the Three Jewels, who were not afraid in their hearts, and their special abilities also gave him superhuman composure and courage. He was like a proud general reviewing his troops. Seeing that he was about to reach the edge of the pine forest, Sambo suddenly wanted to play a joke with these ghosts, he suddenly froze, turned his head, shouted "salute" and gave a non-standard military salute to these spirits. However, a shocking thing happened, all the undead of the dead soldiers, at this moment, raised their right hands in unison, saluted to the three treasures, the three treasures were shaken, he suddenly felt a warmth in his eyes, he was not a soldier, but he was praised by the soldiers. Originally, it was just a joke, but these ghosts felt respect and nostalgia from the world, and they knew the sincerity and sincerity of their feelings better than the living.

The Three Treasures, who were originally ordinary people, suddenly understood what the feelings of family and country were, they had no tombstones and memorial halls, and they could never go back to their hometown, and no one knew about them before and after death. The Chinese soldiers who defended their homeland and defended their country and the Japanese soldiers who invaded the country did not share the same hope, but their souls will always be stationed in this unknown place until they disappear with time.

Sam Bao straightened his waist, like those loyal soldiers, he looked back at these war spirits who died in a foreign land with solemnity and sadness, and he felt a hot current flow down his eyes and slide over his mouth. Salty permeates the heart. Isn't he himself like these warriors who fought to the death, but were buried in a place with no name, knowing that it was a cliff of death, but he couldn't take half a step back.

Sambo's tears were shed for the souls of the heroes of these countries and the souls of the dead in foreign lands, and for the fate that he himself did not know in the future.

The sun gradually spread over the barren smoke and grass on the ground, and slowly warmed the already cold and desperate mind of Sanbao, Sanbao finally walked out of the pine forest and came to the bus stop next to the road, but there was no bus here, only a dilapidated van with the words "Sanqing Funeral Home" written on the body.

When a few people who had just finished peeing turned out of the back of the car, they saw Sanbao who was stunned looking at the car, Master Lu was so angry that he opened his mouth and wanted to scold, but the words choked up when they came to his mouth.

So, Sanbao only heard the master say these words: "Sanbao, let's go home." ”

Outside the window, there was already a thick night, and there was a bleak moonlight shining on Sambo's bed, and the room took on an unreal hazy texture. At this moment, there was no one else in the dormitory, except for the staff on duty, everyone else went home.

Sambo lay on the bed, feeling his heartbeat sometimes rushing and sometimes slow. He closed his eyes and tried to calm himself down, but what had happened today made it difficult for him to calm down.

A scene appeared in Sambo's mind, when the van looking for him stopped at the door of the funeral home, he actually saw through the car window all the masters of the team standing at the door, no one spoke, but with a solemn and mysterious smile. Sambo got out of the car, felt a little tightness in his throat, he wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to speak, at that moment it felt like a runaway child had returned home. The warm sunlight covered the old-fashioned red-tiled roof of the funeral home, like an island floating in the air, and then everyone got out of the car, and the master gently grabbed his arm, as if he was afraid that he would leave again. People automatically made way for Sambo and the others and looked at him with loving eyes.

If before this Sambo's best friend was a cold and silent shadow, now the first rays of sunlight in this world will always be cast on him. Thinking of this, Sambo's heartbeat slowly calmed down, and tomorrow he will be a member of this place, and everything here will accept him. No more apathy and despair, no more loneliness and confusion.

Lu Bingyi was also lying at the head of the bed at home in the city, looking at his sleeping wife next to him, and he watched her thin and weak shoulders rise and fall rhythmically. I haven't been home for a week in a row, and here, by her side, I always feel comfortable and relaxed. He gently put his hand on his wife's shoulder, just as he put his hand on Sambo's shoulder today.

Lao Lu closed his eyes, a shallow smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and a tear of happiness slipped from his bitter and depressed heart for many years to the pillow. He seemed to see his son standing in front of him returning from another world, and strangely enough, in his dream, his appearance became blurry and unrecognizable. He wanted to hug his child, but he could only watch him go farther and farther away, disappearing into the void and the end of the world.

"Three Treasures" Yang Yuqin faintly heard Lao Lu's whispers in her sleep in her light sleep, she turned her head to the side, in the dark, felt the temperature of her husband's breathing, it seemed that there was no urgency and uneasiness in the past, but it revealed a rare calm. He was so tired that Yang Yuqin lifted the quilt up to cover his exposed shoulders.

They wouldn't know that their son was sitting in the darkness at the head of the bed, quietly watching him. Whenever Lao Lu and his wife miss him, he will receive a message of summoning, and from that moment is eternity, that is, the present and the future dimension to come to them, but they can only wait and see. His quantum soul can penetrate or act on tangible objects, but it is difficult for relatives to perceive his existence, in this cold, low-speed world, as if trapped in the flood of ancient times, the sky and the earth are one, only a corner of the soul. The deep fear and anxiety haunt every ghost who is lost in the dead world, and when it enters the dead loop space outside this three-dimensional space-time, it will never be able to get out of this nothingness.

It is comforting that in that lonely and cold world, the relatives they miss the most have never left. Home is a place of warmth and yearning for every soul with good thoughts, just like an island in the wind, even if it cannot be returned or touched, it is just a bystander and closer, and it also represents an unspeakable eternity.