This voice, which echoed in the air for a long time, seemed to lament the death of a person, but also seemed to lament something else. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

When people die, where do we go, do we disappear after the body turns to ashes?

Between heaven and earth, it seems that it is not so easy, nothing will disappear for no reason, and nothing will remain the same forever.

At this time, Ling Yun turned into a puff of black smoke, and his body quickly gathered in the air.

In the gathering, his body was slowly formed, and he could no longer be called a human, but a geist.

At the moment when he became a wandering spirit, Ling Yun didn't have any thoughts in his whole person, his eyes were very dim, he could only act on instinct, he had to keep swimming around.

Perhaps wandering has become his only value now, but in fact, his mission is to constantly wander around.

Even his tongue is long-standing, without the slightest sense of beauty, and there is a strong sense of hideousness.

He just wandered around this gloomy, dreary place, even though he was unconscious, but he had a feeling, and it felt like a wonderful thing.

In his senses, there is no loneliness around, because there are many companions with him, so it is good.

However, at some point, he suddenly found that even if he was wandering around, he would still have a boring feeling, which was not comparable to ordinary times.

Suddenly, there was a little light in his eyes, and he was telling himself why he was wandering around him all the time, and wandering like this was simply boring and meaningless.

It was only when he thought of this that he paused, and the many wandering spirits around him continued to wander, only Ling Yun was special.

Ling Yun's brows began to furrow, he looked at his tongue, and then said, "It seems that this tongue is stretched out long, and it is not very beautiful, so let's retract this tongue." ”

It was only when he thought of it that Ling Yun's tongue, which was about to be dragged to the ground, quickly retracted.

However, just as his tongue retracted, the dense ghosts around him came towards his position, and many of them stretched out their long tongues, piercing his body quickly.

This time, there was no blood flowing from his body, and when his body was pierced, his whole body quickly dissipated.

After the body dissipated, it became a black mist, and this black mist quickly headed towards the sky.

After the black mist dissipated, it began to gather into Lingyun again, but in his eyes, there was still confusion, even his long tongue was so secluded.

He returned to his mission, and he began to wander around him incessantly.

In the wandering, it seems that he wants to swim so much more, he wants to complete the rest of the mission, and his rest of the mission is to wander incessantly.

After wandering for a while, he finally stopped.

In his gaze, he began to feel that wandering was boring again, and he looked at his tongue again, still thinking that it was unsightly to drag like this, so he wanted to retract it.

Before he could retract his tongue, he had a bad premonition that he had tried before.

So as he stuck his tongue back, he looked to the side.

Indeed, even when he was watching, when he stretched out his tongue, the geists next to him quickly stretched out their tongues towards him, and even if he was alert, he was still pierced by the tongues of these geyrs.

His body was pierced, and he continued to repeat the previous process.

I don't know how many times he repeated the previous process, and in one case, when his tongue was sticking back, the surrounding geyers attacked him again, but he dodged the tongues of the geyers in a flash.

After dodging the tongues of these geists, Ling Yun still didn't remember what happened before, and now in his feeling, he wanted to kill these geists, and killing these geists became a kind of hope of survival.

In his consciousness, he didn't think that after being killed by these geists, he would continue to become geists, but felt that after being killed by these geists, he would completely disappear from this world.

At some point, life is precious, and in order to be able to sustain it, any conscious life will fight for its life.

Of course, these geysers are unconscious, they just act on instinct.

Ling Yun picked up a spear as soon as he took it back, and immediately he began to dance the spear.

Woohoo!

In the midst of the gunfire, the tongues sticking out of the surrounding spirits, their tongues were quickly severed.

After severing the tongues of these geists, the spear in Ling Yun's hand was lit out a few more times in a row, and the bodies of these geists were quickly shattered, and then dissipated one by one.

Watching the bodies of these geists dissipate, Ling Yun did not stop, he continued to walk towards the front, and now he continued to kill these geismas.

When he killed these wandering spirits, the whole person simply became more and more addicted to killing, and the more he killed, the more comfortable he became, and in the end, when he was killing, it was like entering a no-man's land.

Of course, when killing, Ling Yun's whole person inadvertently used the travel cloud marksmanship, and the whole person's movements were simply smooth.

At the moment when he used the Xingyun marksmanship, there was contemplation in his eyes, and he was very surprised why he would inadvertently use the Xingyun marksmanship.

It was only a brief surprise, because there were so many geyers around him, and now he had to devote enough energy to dealing with them.

What he has to do now is to keep killing the geys, in fact, whether to kill the geyers or not now is no longer up to him, because there are too many geists around, even if he doesn't make a move on these geyrs, these geyers will attack him.

At this moment, killing seemed to have become the only rhythm, the only pleasure for Ling Yun.

In Ling Yun's feeling, when he was a wandering spirit, he only knew how boring the wandering feeling was, and now in the constant killing, he had an inexplicable excitement.

Originally, he didn't know his name, but as he continued to kill these geistins, he gradually remembered his name, remembering that he was called Ling Yun.

In this way, he became more adept at killing these geisms, he wanted to know more memories, he wanted to know who he was, he wanted to know why he was here.

That's when he really learned to think. (To be continued.) )