"Xiao Hui'er, I've actually been thinking, how good it would be if you had an independent soul, even if you didn't, I hope you can always be by my side, I don't have to go back to reincarnation, let's start the game from scratch, and start over again those games that we haven't played seriously."

Mu Ziyun sat lonely in the long street, listening to the bustling noise on the street, he was talking to himself, his heart was empty, Xiao Hui'er was not by his side, and when they finished the penultimate game, Xiao Hui'er disappeared, Mu Ziyun didn't look for it, and he couldn't find it, because Xiao Hui'er really disappeared.

"Xiao Hui'er, I know you don't want to end all this, we can't do without each other, I'll stay in this ghost country, what if the soul is scattered, we have been together for almost three thousand years, I can't do without you." loiter

Mu Ziyun walked on the long street in amazement, between the layers, even if it was three thousand years, he had not completed the tenths of the long street of the ghost country, but he was like a lonely wandering soul, wandering in the fantasies of countless souls without distractions and directions. Two thousand eight hundred and fourteen years have passed outside the yang world, according to the old tree demon, at the time of three thousand years, Xiao Hui'er's wish will start again, and her feelings for Mu Ziyun will be gone, at that time, she is Mu Ziyun's only companion, but Mu Ziyun is not her companion.

Mu Ziyun was escaping, he thought that the two of them were choosing to escape tacitly, but they didn't know that Xiao Hui'er had really disappeared.

Thirty-six years later, Mu Ziyun became a "beggar" in the ghost street in rags, he only remembered Xiao Hui'er in his mind, and the rest was just the instinct of survival, he would go to the fantasy restaurant of the dead soul when he was hungry, and he would fall asleep when he was tired, because at least Xiao Hui'er had the idea of existing, so although he was close to the point of relief, he could still maintain his soul body.

He hadn't seen the old dryad for a long time, but the old dryad had finally found him.

Mu Ziyun sat in the "beggar stall" on the edge of the brick wall, looking at the middle-aged man with green hair in front of him with drooping eyelids, his words were already unfavorable, his fatigue had reached its peak over the years, so although only thirty-six years had passed in the yang world, more than six hundred years had passed in his heart, Mu Ziyun stumbled and said: "You... You are an old tree. ”

"Exactly."

"How could you... Is that so? ”

Lao Shu squatted opposite Mu Ziyun and said: "This is the ghost country, my wish to quench my body can be realized here, although it is all false, but this taste makes me very satisfied." ”

"You're coming for me?" Mu Ziyun said listlessly.

"I don't know any other souls other than you."

Mu Ziyun turned over, lay down on his side with his arms on his back, and replied, "What are you looking for me to do." ”

The old dryad sighed and said, "You shouldn't be like this, it's very different from when I saw you. ”

"Back then," Mu Ziyun's eyes turned gray, "What was it like back then." ”

The old dryad looked at the ground in distraction and said, "Back then, you and they stood at the peak of all realms, and I couldn't look you in the eye, because it was full of a sea of blood formed by the gathering of killings. This may be the retribution in the mouth of Tang Zhuju Qi Duoduo, poor fellow, poor gods. ”

Mu Ziyun's mind couldn't turn, it was blank, and as for what the old dryad said, he might not be able to hear it at all.

The old dryad knew that Mu Ziyun's current state was depressed to the point of relief and was about to disappear, so it turned to say, "What about Xiao Hui'er, have you looked for her?" ”

"Xiao Hui'er..."Mu Ziyun finally had some energy, he shook his head slowly, and replied, "What are you looking for her?" We agreed that we would not see each other again, and when three thousand years passed, we would be able to start again. ”

"Three thousand years...."The old dryad nodded and sighed, "Actually, it's not for her, but for her.... Alas, find her, this is not an agreement, the lord of the ghost country has disappeared for a long time. ”

"I know, she's deliberately hiding, and neither of us wants to leave each other."

"You're wrong" The old dryad's palm turned into more than a dozen vines, pulled Mu Ziyun up, approached his face, and said, "Do you remember the past when we saw her in the fantasy world of Little Hui'er?" ”

"Remember, she has no soul," Mu Ziyun said weakly, "She is just the crystallization of resentment." ”

"I said not so," the old dryad continued, "The girls ended up playing a game, and they had played it many times before, but only the last game was among the participants—Thorn Le and Little Hui'er. ”

"So what" Mu Ziyun shrugged his shoulders mockingly, "They are all Xiao Hui'er, hehehe..."

"No, that means, that game is the game that really belongs to Thorn Le Xiao Hui'er, you have accompanied her for more than 2,850 years, and have played thousands of games, but in fact, they are all accompanied by those more than forty souls, this last game is the true wish of the lord of the ghost country."

Mu Ziyun turned his head and looked at the old dryad in a daze.

The old dryad's eyes were still green, and he said, "The wishes of the previous lords of the ghost kingdom are almost impossible to fulfill, and the wishes of the thorny little Hui'er must wait until the group of dead souls in her body have fun before they can have a chance to be realized, so she has met many playmates, but no living soul has been able to survive the thousands of games before that. ”

"Find her! Find Little Hui'er! Mu Ziyun said in a daze.

"Yes, all the games before this are the fun of those revenants, we always think that Xiao Hui'er is fake and a carrier, but she has her own wishes, even if this wish was given to her by the group of revenants back then, but at least it proves that there is a part of that body that belongs to Thorny Joy Xiao Hui'er."

"The game has just begun" Mu Ziyun's face trembled slightly, a long sadness appeared in his eyes, and his emotions recovered on his face, "The current Xiao Hui'er is the real Xiao Hui'er, the little Hui'er I have been looking forward to, the wish is the game, the game is to find her." ”

"Let's go find it!" The old dryad stood up.

"Where to look!" Mu Ziyun jumped up violently, "I can't get out of the ghost country, I'm a revenant." ”

"Ghost Country? Heh......"The old dryad laughed, "You think she's outside the ghost country?" Or hide in the long streets of the ghost country? Think about who she was and what she was in the first place. ”

"She... Initially.... It's a puppet. Mu Ziyun lowered his head and said, "She was hidden somewhere in Daze Mountain by that group of girls. ”

Mu Ziyun and the old tree demon looked at each other, Mu Ziyun almost roared, and he said: "How can I find Daze Mountain, even if I can get out of the ghost country, and there is still Daze Mountain in the yang world, but for tens of thousands of years, that puppet should have turned into dust a long time ago." ”

"It's up to you." The old dryad began to turn into green leaves from the lower half of his body, gradually disappearing, and before leaving, he said again: "Once three thousand years have passed in the yang world, everything is in vain, and you don't have much time left. ”

After the old dryad disappeared, Mu Ziyun walked on the long street, he looked at the endless ghost country, the endless ghost fantasized about the endless world, but where was the Daze Mountain he wanted to go to, he started to run, during the run, the beggar's clothes peeled off, the original clothes climbed back on him, and he became radiant again.

Asked one by one, he couldn't finish asking the souls of a street for ten years, and the answer never appeared.

Mu Ziyun imagined Daze Mountain from memory, and then rummaged through the entire mountain and found tens of thousands of puppets, all of which were the appearance of the puppets back then, but they were all caused by Mu Ziyun's wishes, and none of them were true.

He didn't have any way, the old dryad didn't look for him again, he built a sleeping shed in front of the fantasy Daze Mountain crotch tile temple, and later built a grass house, and later he burned the earth to build a tile house, he became an authentic mountain man, eating the fruits of the mountain, planting vegetables and crops, raising cattle and sheep, his skin became dark and rough, his eyes were deeply sunken, and the grass and trees on Daze Mountain became a lot more detailed. In the blink of an eye, two thousand nine hundred and forty years have passed in the yang world, and there are still sixty years left, and everything is in vain.

Mu Ziyun held the hoe in both hands, sat in front of the tiled house, looked at the temple, pursed her chapped lips, and said to the native: "God, let me find her, I know that she has been waiting, like me, waiting alone, she may still be buried in the loess, the poisonous insects before the autumn are crawling on her body, if there is a rainstorm like last night, her whole body will be dyed with earth, pushed into the ditch by the mudflow, and floated into the frozen river, I want to bear all this for her." ”

Day after day, year after year, Mu Ziyun is already full of gray hair, he fantasizes about himself as a mountain man of Daze Mountain, giving up everything in the past, and after becoming an ordinary person, he will also be born, old, sick and die.

Leaning on his crutches, he staggered through the mountain path, and the mountainside was the rows of small saplings he had planted in those years, which had now grown into towering trees, and the cattle and sheep grazed at the foot of the mountain, and the fruit of the mountain fell straight to the ground when it was ripe, and rotted into mud, and his eyes were glazed and his teeth were scarce.

Finally, on this day, when the daylight was just right, a figure came on the road out of the mountain that had never set foot on the footsteps, it was a dead soul, of course, but she was very much like a living person.

Mu Ziyun, an elderly man who had lived in isolation for a long time, panicked like a devil when he saw outsiders, and he almost knelt in front of the crotch temple, begging for God's protection.

The woman walked over and stood beside Mu Ziyun, she was forty or fifty years old, and asked Mu Ziyun cautiously, "Old lady, why are you alone?" What about your sons? ”

Mu Ziyun slurred his words: "You... Who are you..."

"I'm from the mountains, from the Jiang family, and we're all from the Crota tribe."

"I... I'm not, I'm an outsider. ”

"There are no outsiders in Daze Mountain, old lady, you are confused, don't be afraid." The woman walked over and helped Mu Ziyun up, and said, "I don't remember where you are, let's go, go back to my house." ”

"Which... Where is there a home. But after Mu Ziyun was supported and walked out of dozens of steps, he was stunned to find the neat rows of tiled houses on the mountainside, and the courtyard of the tiled houses was full of lively crotch people. The woman carried her back to her home, and the man didn't know who the old lady was, but they all thought like a woman that this was a poor old man who had lost his son. It turns out that the woman is also the soul of the dead, and she used to be a resident of Daze Mountain, the fantasy world of Daze Mountain built by Mu Ziyun is becoming more and more realistic, he has studied in the end, and his ability to build the world is much stronger than that woman, so the Daze Mountain that the woman fantasized about in the ghost country is not more real than Mu Ziyun's, therefore, Mu Ziyun's Daze Mountain has become the "real Daze Mountain", which attracts the soul of this former resident of Daze Mountain to return to his homeland. And these tiled houses and figures are also self-imagined by women on the basis of Mu Ziyun's fantasy.

"Old lady, you will live in our house in the future, and my family will raise you." The woman said kindly, her behavior was actually different from the woman in Dazeshan that Mu Ziyun saw back then.

Mu Ziyun's brain, which was degraded by old age, was running slowly, and it took him a day to figure it out, knowing that this woman was also a dead soul, and the woman's fantasy world had been embedded in his world, did that mean that the woman's world was the real Daze Mountain, in which he could find the puppet in his memory.

Mu Ziyun trembled with excitement, and the woman thought he was sick and hurriedly came over to pat him on the back. Mu Ziyun suddenly grabbed her hand and asked tremblingly, "You... Do you know that Joy is a little Hui'er? ”

The woman was stunned for a moment, shook her head, and replied, "I haven't heard of it." ”

Mu Ziyun was silent for a while, suddenly realized, and said the names of Song Yatou and Qingqing Yatou and others, but the woman still shook her head.

Mu Ziyun asked again: "What era do you live in, do you know that the men of Daze Mountain once killed more than forty girls together, and those girls are ignorant and like to play games." ”

The woman slammed her wit and withdrew her hand suddenly, her face had a moment of panic, Mu Ziyun saw it in her eyes, and hurriedly asked, "Do you know?" You know what? ”

The woman frowned, sighed and exhaled cold, and said, "Old lady, what are you talking about?" ”

"When was that? Have you seen it? ”

"Where have I seen it, you can't see it, it was all a hundred and ten years ago."

Mu Ziyun and the woman talked for a long time, it turned out that the woman was born sixty years after the group of girls were killed, and the woman is now forty-six years old, and it is this year that she has reached the end of her life (she herself does not know, she still thinks she is alive), and the reason why the woman is different from the Dazeshan women that Mu Ziyun saw back then is precisely because of a series of things that happened after the group of girls were killed. It didn't take long for the tough Feng Shan to start communicating with the outside world again, and the matter of that group of girls was rarely mentioned.

Later, the women of Dazeshan gradually won the right to play, and the sisters of the group of girls who were killed back then were also fifty or sixty years old at that time, but they did not give up, and then mentioned this matter, just to avenge the sisters of the year, but in the end it did not succeed, but the men relaxed the control of women again, and the bones of the group of girls who were discarded at will have long been lost in the mountains.

Mu Ziyun did not live in the woman's house, but wandered in the mountains from then on, looking for the puppet from the fantasies of those women.

Soon after, the ghosts of Dazeshan at another point in time appeared, he was born ten years after the group of girls were killed, because Mu Ziyun's fantasy of Dazeshan was too realistic, so one by one the former Dazeshan ghosts came. It turned out that after Thornle Xiaohui'er became the lord of the ghost country, many souls of Daze Mountain entered the ghost country.

When more than a dozen dead souls "added bricks and tiles" to Mu Ziyun's Daze Mountain, Daze Mountain was almost the same as when it was in the yang world.

Mu Ziyun has become a crazy old man in the mouth of the mountain people, more than ninety years old, sleeping in the mountains and forests for many years, holding a hoe in his hand, digging holes everywhere, people say that he is looking for his son's bones, and some people say that he is the relative of the group of girls who were killed that year, and now he is remorseful and wants to find the girl's bones, because the old man has been shouting Xiao Hui'er when he was digging the soil, but no one knows that there is such a thing as Xiao Hui'er.

Time is rising, red cherries, green plantains.

In the blink of an eye, the yang world has reached two thousand nine hundred and eighty years, in fact, the three thousand years that the old dryad said should not be calculated from the beginning of Mu Ziyun's entry into the ghost country, but should be calculated from the date of Mu Ziyun's birth, but the old dryad did not think of this, or had thought of it, but did not tell Mu Ziyun, that is, Mu Ziyun only had one or two years.

"Xiao Hui'er-Xiao Hui'er" Mu Ziyun was half of his original height, as thin as firewood, he was already half a step into the Yellow Spring, he was on crutches, and he had to rest for a while with every step, how many years, he often had eye diseases, he couldn't see things clearly, and he ate less, a fruit could support him for a day or two, and there was no place on Daze Mountain that he hadn't been to.

He walked, slowly but feebly, and when he came to a barren meadow, he saw a low rocky hill, and in the middle of the rocky hill there was a crack in it, which was stuffed with weeds, and moss grew in the shade, and a few birds flew by, flapping their wings and walking away.

"This.... Where is this..."Mu Ziyun didn't remember being to this place, and it seemed that no one had been here in decades.

Mu Ziyun walked over habitually and dug up the soil, he was too old, he was tired after a few strokes, and when he sat down, he accidentally knocked the hoe handle off, and the hoe had already been smoothed. He looked distractedly at the sky through the cracks in the rocky mountains, where there were a few clouds, barely moving, and there were some green dots underneath them.

Mu Ziyun was attracted by the green spots, he was stunned for too long, suddenly jumped up, his skeleton was almost broken, he went crazy into the cracks, and when the hoe was broken, he used his skinny hands to pick up the weeds, peeling off layer by layer, his eyes became clearer and clearer.

At last he saw a puppet, a black, stinky, green, and crippled puppet, which hung limply on the weeds and thorns, and hung limply with its head down.

"Little Hui'er!" Mu Ziyun howled hysterically, grabbing the puppet with the thorns in his hand as if he was dying, when he exited the crack and looked at the puppet again, he finally couldn't bear the emotions he had suppressed for countless years, he whimpered and cried bitterly, the sharp thorns opened the flesh on his chest, but there was no trace of blood.

Yes, he found her, and she was just like Mu Ziyun imagined, waiting for him alone.

"Little Hui'er!" Mu Ziyun held the puppet in both hands, hit his head on the ground, and kept crying even if the tears dried up.

It turned out that finding Xiao Hui'er was not entirely his own reason, Da Zeshan would also change according to the fantasies of the more than ten souls who entered later, in fact, no one knew the name of Xiao Hui'er at all, because this was the secret of the girls back then, and it was impossible to know that this name was the name of a puppet. The appearance on Daze is changing every moment because of the fantasies of all the dead souls, and just before Mu Ziyun found Xiao Hui'er, the group of dead souls got together as living people, they chatted and recalled the past with each other, someone suddenly mentioned that he had not yet transformed Daze Mountain, maybe there were good things in it, and another dead soul suddenly recalled that he once saw something made of cloth somewhere, with a nose and eyes, which was very scary, and ran quickly at that time, thinking that he had crossed the line, Ran outside and met the devil. That's right, that thing is a puppet.

And when this revenant soul remembered this incident, Dazeshan's appearance was refreshed again, and the place where the puppet was located also reappeared, that is, the place where Xiao Hui'er was hidden.

Time can't span to the past, Mu Ziyun can't really return to Daze Mountain back then, if the fantasy world created by too targeted intentions is too false, but when more than a dozen dead souls fantasize at the same time, the performance of a person's will will be weakened to a large extent, for example, I want the sky to be yellow, but I can only think so myself, after another person appears, I have to admit that the sky is blue, so Daze Mountain is becoming more and more realistic, closer and closer to the appearance in reality.

All the coincidences may be destined again, Mu Ziyun found her.

Mu Ziyun kept talking to the puppet stupidly, he knew that Xiao Hui'er could hear it, and he didn't know how long he had been talking, the sky was dark and white, white and black, and the scene around him was also changing, the forest leaves fell and sprouted, and the birds fell in flocks to pick up the grass.

"Mu Ziyun!" A long-awaited voice finally sounded in his ears, Mu Ziyun opened his eyes, there was no puppet in his hand, he smiled soothingly, stood up, and in an instant he changed back to his former youthful appearance, and the enthusiasm in his heart was also a lot duller, leaving only endless charm and full satisfaction, just like when he and Xiao Hui'er ended the rope skipping game together.

That's Thorn Le Xiao Hui'er, she didn't play the pink paper umbrella, her appearance and clothes are exactly the same as the puppet, her face is bloody, she may not be so captivating, but she is also a beautiful girl.

Mu Ziyun smiled and patted the soil on his clothes, and then walked towards each other with Xiao Hui'er.

After stopping, the two looked at each other, and a thousand words were enough to express with that pair of eyes alone.

"I found you." Mu Ziyun smiled and said calmly.

"Thank you, I've been waiting for a long time, but finally waiting for you." The appearance of Xiao Hui'er's squinted eyes when she smiled was something Mu Ziyun had never seen before, and he believed that it was the smile that belonged to Xiao Hui'er, she was no longer one of the more than forty dead souls, but herself.

"yes, I've been looking for it for a long time." Mu Ziyun's lips were a little dry, and he looked at the ground.

At this time, Xiao Hui'er's eyes seemed to be a little moist, she seemed to want to speak, but suddenly changed to another look, but quickly recovered, she seemed to be trying to restrain her emotions, and seemed to be using everything to stand in front of Mu Ziyun, at this moment, she is Xiao Hui'er, it is Xiao Hui'er that Mu Ziyun has been looking forward to seeing, she is no one else, just the puppet called Xiao Hui'er.

Mu Ziyun raised his head, he saw Xiao Hui'er again, the little Hui'er who was completely different from before, he smiled happily: "I know that you are not a shell, I have always longed to see the real you." ”

Xiao Hui'er smiled and nodded, and suddenly lowered her head again.

"What about them? The girls? Mu Ziyun asked.

"They...."Xiao Hui'er paused, looked up and smiled: "They have fulfilled their wishes, they have all left, and they have entered reincarnation." Her eyes were smiling, but tears were flowing from the corners of her eyes, line after line, and even her body was shaking, and her fingers were constantly twisting the corners of her clothes, or touching the tip of her nose.

"You, too, will you go, you've got your wish, right?" Mu Ziyun's tone couldn't hide his sadness.

"Well, it's done, but I begged for the 'Luo' soul so that I can stay in the ghost country for a while."

"Why?" Mu Ziyun asked with a smile.

"Because I want to accompany you."

"Accompany me..."Mu Ziyun stretched out his arm, "I'm fine, thank you for accompanying me for so many years, it's time for me to enter reincarnation." ”

"Wait another year, in a year it will be three thousand years in the yang world, and if you go out now, it will be a different result from going out in a year, because you will..."

"What will happen to me? Can't enter reincarnation? It's okay, I can stay in the ghost country and be a companion with the old tree, but you're not there... I'm okay, I've been alone for so many years, it doesn't matter, when the next lord of the ghost country comes, I'll help her fulfill her wish, you have to be careful, don't be sucked in here again. Mu Ziyun stopped as he spoke.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and suddenly kissed each other violently, and they hugged each other tightly, Mu Ziyun said with tears in his eyes: "Okay!" Stay with me for another year, just one year, let's enter reincarnation together, I can't forget you, Xiao Hui'er, I'll never forget you. ”

"I won't forget you either, Mu Ziyun." Xiao Hui'er said again: "I won't forget you, Brother Ziyun." ”

They didn't leave here, but returned to the long street, where they built a tiled house in front of the crotch tile temple on Daze, and they hugged each other to spend the last remaining time together.