"Naturally, you will reappear when there is a time in the sky, you should rest first, and I will go out for a while"

After listening to what he said, he turned around and walked out.

Bai Laodao's mysterious answer made my inner doubts gradually worsen, and I even felt that my self-strength was so weak that I was overwhelmed.

Listening to the footsteps gradually softer to nothing, I was sure that my master, Bai Lao Daoren, had gone out.

I don't know how many days and nights have passed, and my eyes are still covered with a layer of black gauze at Master's request. You can't see the light, you can't see everything outside. Master has been by my side to take care of me these days.

"How many days have you been?" I got up and asked the master on the side

"I guess I can take off the gauze tomorrow, and it's all right. ”

Sidestep the question!

"It's been a few days, what time is it today?" I asked again. It's almost a questioning tone. Because it's been a century since I've spent all these days. Every minute has been as long as that. The endless darkness and the long pain are like ghosts that are about to devour me alive. An active volcano is suppressed in my heart and almost collapses!

"Today is the eighteenth. You've been lying down for a week on end. Bai Laodao said very calmly, and there was no ripple in his sentence.

At this moment, my heart could not be calmed anymore, and I almost roared and asked, "Is my mother still there?".

"I passed away three days ago, and I have to tell you!" he replied coldly, calm and terrifying.

I was not expecting the outcome of my mother's death, and everything that I had told me in my dream that day had already been foreshadowed. But I couldn't shed a single tear because my eyes were "blind", even if I was sad to the extreme. Crying doesn't solve anything either. It occurred to me that I had to be strong to be able to face all this almost cruelty.

The ultimate in grief is the desire to cry without tears, and the ultimate in cold-blooded calm is silence. In a way, I got a taste of Master's calmness, or just cold-bloodedness.

"Was he tortured to death by the undead?" ...... Silent...... Silent...... A long silence ensued.

"Hmm"...... The atmosphere froze, and the air seemed to stop flowing...... Silent...... , followed by a longer silence......

April 15 is the day of my mother's death. And I remember this day fondly. A terrifying day about the return of the "undead".

So much so that later, in the long years, Bai Lao Daoist told me and restored the "tragic case of the undead attacking Lingdao" that day. It happened on the evening of April 15.

It was the "day of suffering" when the entire Spirit Island was bullied and trampled by the undead.

That night, a group of extremely bad undead came as they returned, and wreaked havoc on the indigenous people of Spirit Island Town. There are those who die strangely and violently, and the appearance of death is extremely ugly, and there are not a few who disappear mysteriously for unknown reasons.

Master clearly remembers that at 7 o'clock in the evening of April 15, a ghostly wind with black smoke was blowing from a certain direction. It swept through the town and brought about the incredible cholera: a group of undead spirits rushed into the town, causing a large number of aboriginal people, some of whom were inexplicably missing.

The undead, with their ugly green skin and splattered with blood, morphed and bewitched everything beneath the miasma. The blood spurted straight down to the ground

Looking at the groups of undead who are either missing two arms or missing legs, some are limping forward, some are floating in the air. They have no heads, they wander around the crowd like spirits, and are prepared to bewitch whoever they want to bewitch will surely be deadly and explode.

I saw the magic clutch that resembled a shriveled skeleton, and reached out and grabbed the head of my master next door, Darsil. Goodbye Darcyr's horrible head had slipped into the gutter and was stained with a slimy unknown substance that bordered on a foul odor. It was clear that the head had been spilled with pungent blood where it had landed. Then the head that fell to the ground sank into a hole, and within a second the head turned into an extremely mutated skeleton. It was crawling with an untold amount of strange substance—a disgusting thing similar to maggots, with an inexplicable stench of rotting flesh.

Dasil, who lived next door to our house, fell to the ground and died before he could make a sound. The green-skinned undead seemed to have a greater evil thought, and rushed to my house every second. And poor Darsil, who fell to the ground in the back, looked extremely abnormal, only to see his dead body blooming everywhere, the flesh and blood blurred, and the skin and flesh were strangely bloomed and made a strange sound of "pop, wave,......". In less than two minutes, the corpse was left with a dry, extremely hateful skeleton, lying listlessly on the ground, seemingly about to fall apart, almost crumbling by the wind. Presumably this is the "explosion" incident described in the legend, which is so terrifying that it is no less than the tragedy of the five horses' corpses, and even shuddering!

Not far away, Darsil's head turned into a foul-smelling unidentified liquid, and thousands of mysterious maggot-like creatures crawled in the nearby meadow, crawling up and down, as if they had lost their souls.

On April 15, the catastrophe of Lingdao caused countless deaths. Men, women and children all suffered from the tragic situation of being killed and their bodies exploded. According to incomplete statistics, the total number of deaths in the explosion is more than 120. On the few small islands, excluding the people killed and missing in this incident, there are less than 300 people. And my father and mother were also killed in this "April Undead Attack on Spirit Island".

According to the old man who later told me, my mother was violently killed on the spot after being attacked twice by the mysterious green-skinned undead, and my father had been cursed by the undead before my master arrived, and although he was not seen to die on the spot, he disappeared when he finally collected the corpse. I'm afraid I'm missing inexplicably!

Master seemed to tell me slowly and calmly about all the horrors that had happened a week ago. He tries to be as calm as he is telling a story that has nothing to do with himself, but he is also emotionless.

After Bai Lao Daoist finished speaking, I relieved myself. only to find that the master had already wet his eyes deeply, and the tears were about to slide down, scratching his slightly old face, dripping to the ground!

And at this moment, inexplicably, I can see everything outside. Master, the sunlight shining on the top of the bed from the Yunfeng Pagoda, leaning on the exquisite patterns and unknown patterns on the ancient wooden table in the main hall of the "Xuanyuan Divine Sword" next to the wall...... I see it clearly!

With my eyes wet, I couldn't help but be relieved from the grief I had been immersed in at the last moment. I couldn't help but jump in surprise (I still couldn't help it) and tried to tell Master, "I can see it! I can see it!"

"What, can you see that?" he was apparently awakened by the grief I had just sunk in. He looked at me in almost amazement, and shook his hand in front of my eyes!

"Don't shake it, see it. "Huh, Master, why do you have such a horrible wound on your arm?", I said, pointing to Master's hand. I saw an extremely terrifying and disgusting wound clearly on the master's right arm, and the flesh almost bloomed, and the black circles on the outside were sunken inward, which was extremely strange.

"Dam, this is when I was wounded by a terrible green-skinned undead when I went down the mountain to try to save me. I was confronting each other at the time, but I didn't expect several undead spirits with spells attached to them to ambush me at the same time......"

"What happened then, did you subdue them, and why were they still hurt?" I asked quickly, without waiting for him to finish.

"They were subdued by me, but I almost lost my life. You haven't experienced the power of the undead, you don't know. He replied and shook his head, then sighed.

The people who are alive on Spirit Island may be lucky, but fortunately almost half of the people who have died are still alive, and God will help them, and it may be painful, and the pain is that they do not know when they will again usher in many strange and violent events, and they are terrified of this.

"April 15th", that was a sad day, was the beginning of my orphanage, and it was also the catastrophe that Lingdao could not escape. In the past, I didn't really believe in the bullshit truth of "heaven has its own destiny", but since I met Bai Lao Daoren, I have only slightly realized that the mystery hidden in the mystery is not the world's nonsense. This was the beginning of my strange experience and the life of spiritual adventure.

Only when a person fully experiences the era in which he lives and goes through more trials and tribulations can he predict the historical trajectory of development and the destiny of his life. It's the same with practice, even if something weird happens or is on the verge of death, I'm going to take it and make it a necessity for my life. I think.

"After October 15th, the whole mysterious town of Lingdao is about to undergo a major change. ”

"You will be the first island king of a spirit island for the next ten years, and mysteries and supernatural things are weighing your mind. You have to believe it!" the old man Bai whispered to me mysteriously. In addition to being shocked, I also seemed to have an insight into my life's mission and the mysterious and supernatural spirit island that would run through my life.