"This kid is okay, right?"

"It's barely passing!"

"It's hard to find people with pure yin life now, so don't be too picky, Lao Wang."

"Just kidding! The person was recommended by you, I can still rest assured, let him take over my class in the future! ”

"But his eyes ......"

"Just give him a pair of yin and yang eyes!"

Listening to the inexplicable conversation between the two, my consciousness gradually became clearer, I felt that my body was very tired, my limbs were weak, my head was very heavy, and I felt that the voices of these two people were very familiar, one of them seemed to be Wang Jiliang, as for the other......

I snapped my eyes open and saw two people I should never have seen looking at me with a grin.

One is Wang Jiliang, who has been dead for several days, and the other is my cousin and grandfather who I want to beat him up.

They were both dressed in strange clothes like ancient showmen, sitting cross-legged, and there was a bonfire on one side, and strangely the flames were blue.

It's so fucking weird, I subconsciously shrank back - how can I see him again! I looked at Wang Jiliang's face, and he also looked at me with a smile.

"Is my nephew awake?" My cousin's old shriveled calf smiled at me, revealing a mouth full of big yellow teeth.

Before I could reply, I heard the sound of running water coming from one side, and when I followed the sound, I saw a large river more than 100 meters wide and flooded with microwaves.

It should be the Yellow River!

Then I noticed that I was lying on the Yellow River stall with patches of sand underneath me.

What's the situation?

The memory image before losing consciousness flashed into my mind - I should have been dead, at least seriously injured, how could I be lying on the beach of the Yellow River at this moment? What's going on with them?

"You...... You're dead! Do you understand? Why are you pestering me? I looked around, and my eyes were fixed on Wang Jiliang's face again, trying to see some flaws.

He was neither shocked nor angry, but smiled at the old calf as if he was very happy.

The old deflated calf diverted the topic: "Cousin, are you still satisfied with your new job?" ”

Not to mention that I almost forgot, when I heard him take the initiative to mention this, I suddenly became angry, stood up and pointed at him and yelled: "I have no grievances with you, why do you want to harm me?" ”

"What did I do to you?" The old guy replied with a smile.

I gritted my teeth, thinking that it was all about this, what am I still polite to you!

"Don't call me my cousin, I can't afford to climb a relative like you, what do you say to introduce me to a well-paid, brisk job, it turns out that you are pushing it into the ghost pit! Don't you know that the person sitting next to you has been dead for days? ”

"Boy, don't take kindness for a donkey's liver and lungs—remember when you were thirteen years old, a blind old man told you a hexagram?"

A childhood memory suddenly came to mind.

When I was twelve or thirteen years old, there was indeed a blind old man who walked the streets and alleys to calculate a hexagram for me, but after the calculation, I was directly coaxed away by my mother with a broom, because he said that I was only thirty-one years old.

I chuckled in my heart.

"How do you know this?"

My cousin and grandfather still smiled slightly before speaking: "That blind man has not lost his mouth since he lost his sight - you now look up at the sun in the sky." ”

Looking at the sun?

I couldn't keep up with the rhythm of his speech, I didn't understand what he meant, but I still looked up.

I saw a large orange-red sun hanging in the gray-black sky, which was obviously several laps larger than the usual sun.

"This ...... What's going on? ”

"Look at the river again!" My cousin and grandfather didn't answer directly, but continued to ask me.

I looked away again at the Yellow River.

After a few more glances, it dawned on me and I was taken aback at the same time.

The river was flowing backwards – we were on a gentle slope, but the river was flowing from the bottom to the top.

The blue bonfire, the orange-red super-large sun, the Yellow River going upstream.

Plus Wang Jiliang, who has been dead for at least two days.

Could it all be a dream? I haven't woken up after being attacked by Wang Manyu and falling into a coma?

A series of questions popped up in my head.

"Boy, don't you get it yet?" My cousin and grandfather paused for a moment, and when I didn't react, he continued, "You're exactly thirty-one years old this year—and now you're dead!" ”

I'm already dead?

The brain "booms", and then goes blank.

How is this possible!

Looking at everything around you, it seems that everything is different from usual, even the beach below you is reddish-brown, maybe this is not the world of living people.

The mood is complicated, the thoughts are chaotic, and the emotions are full of emotion.

However, carefully recalling the scene before the coma, it is not normal for me not to die.

This really fulfills the old saying: you can't live if you do your own evil.

Very unwilling, extremely reluctant, but the matter has come to this point, and I can only accept this reality.

At the same time, I felt very exciting, I didn't expect that after a person died, it would really exist in another form, regardless of whether it was called a ghost or a ghost.

It wasn't until I looked up again at my cousin's face that he spoke.

"Do you want to come back to life?"