The figure covered with lifeless breath sighed slightly when he heard this: "Since you have made up your mind, I won't stop you, what the result of this game is, it depends on the number of fates on this day." ”

After speaking, he looked at the man and the dog.

"You've been in my underworld for an endless time, why did you choose to help him this time?"

The man said lightly: "I had a wish." ”

"May the underworld be empty and the world be empty."

"Now that the reincarnation is shattered and the darkness is empty, I want to come out."

"It's just that if yin and yang are reversed as you wish, this world will become a new underworld, and I will also get out of the old underworld."

"But don't worry, I'm only here and won't interfere with the two of you."

As he spoke, he sat cross-legged.

And as he sat down, a black river suddenly appeared above his head, and countless souls appeared from all directions, and finally converged in the river above his head.

"This is the River of the Dead."

"He will be with me here, guarding the Eight Bridges until he returns, or dies."

As the words fell, he closed his eyes, as if what was going to happen next would no longer have anything to do with him.

And after a moment of silence, the lifeless figure looked at the 'me' in the picture and spoke again: "I will wait for you, and when you wake up from these eight bridges, you will understand that what you have done is in vain." ”

In the picture, 'I' smiled indifferently, didn't seem to care, but said calmly: "If it's really in vain, I have a clear conscience." ”

"Humph!" The lifeless figure snorted coldly and disappeared into the picture, and the 'I' in the picture was also sitting cross-legged at this moment, just for a moment, there were eight different figures around the 'me', and each figure felt different.

After the eight figures appeared, a bridge also appeared in front of the door, and there were two characters on the bridge, named Naihe.

After the eight figures walked across the bridge, eight almost identical bridges appeared on both sides of the bridge, and after they appeared, the eight figures followed to the eight bridges, and then disappeared from sight.

At the same time, the 'I' in the picture is no longer bloodless, but the 'I' is still smiling at the figure of the man and the dog in front of me.

"Xuantian is here, thank you!"

"You and I have known each other for many years, and today you are just working together to find one more way out for this sentient being, so why thank me?" The figure sitting in front of the door did not open its eyes, and spoke calmly.

'I' didn't say anything more, got up and walked towards the door.

At the same time, a red robe appears in the picture.

It's just at this moment that the picture stops.

It seems that the next memory has once again been disconnected.

I woke up.

This time, I didn't feel any more emotion, and after a moment of silence, I continued walking towards the sixth bridge.

At this moment, I already knew the origin of these bridges.

It's just that I'm still a little confused.

Is it really me in the picture?

If it were me, who would it be to whom I was talking?

One is Taishan Mansion Jun?

What about the man and the dog?

What about the red coat?

My subconscious mind told me that I had already seen them, but my memories seemed to be covered by something, and I could never remember them, and I could only see those images after each infusion.

But I know.

Those images may really belong to my memory, but they are not my memory now.

I thought and continued on to the next bridge.

The seventh bridge.

There are no surprises.

Once again, I was in the mood.

This time, my soul was almost complete, and I was only one step away.

I also have one more image in my mind.

The 'I' in the picture has come to the door, and the door has opened again.

'I' walked through the door.

On the other side of the door, 'I' saw a darkness, and there seemed to be a path in the darkness, and there seemed to be a bright light at the end of that road, and 'I' looked at the light and walked slowly.

After just a few steps, it was as if I had left my body, leaving only a vague body, and walking towards the ray of light.

And 'my' body stayed where it was, just standing.

But 'I' didn't seem to feel it until a red robe appeared next to my body, buried my body in the darkness, and set up a tomb and a tablet in the darkness, and 'I' understood, and the memory was here, 'I' seemed to be dead.

Faintly, I could only see the words on the tablet.

"Xuantian's Tomb, Xuannu Li!"

Seven simple words, but it made my head buzz.

Streams of memories come flooding like springs.

I suddenly came to my senses.

Not only that image, but all the memories from before also appeared in my mind.

I immediately understood.

Originally......

In the battle with the city god of Niang'er Village, I have died.

It's just that he didn't let me really die, but let my soul come here, here to find my lost two souls and six souls, so as to complete the final soul replenishment.

And the pictures I saw are also my memories.

It's just not what I remember now.

But......

Past!

I couldn't help but smile wryly.

Past and present lives?

What a ridiculous word, but now it has fallen on me.

To be honest, I never thought that I had any past life, after all, this life has been so bitter, even if there is a past life, so what?

But now it seems that I also understand.

If all this is true.

My identity as a village keeper was destined from the beginning.

The so-called five disadvantages and three shortcomings.

The so-called legends of the village keepers have all been fulfilled in me.

But I'd rather it wasn't true.

Because if those images really belong to my memories, then I may not be me after all, as they say.

Maybe I'll do the same as the city god of Niang'er Village.

Wake up in these memories.

At that point, I really wasn't me.

I stopped and looked ahead.

There was still a bridge in the distance.

That's the last bridge.

According to that picture, it is also where my last soul is.

When I get there, my soul will be completely whole.

At that time, maybe I will become the Xuantian in the picture.

And no longer the current Li Xuantian.

I hesitated.

"Should I go?"

I asked myself.

In my mind, I can't help but start thinking back to the past.

When I faced the city god of Niang'er Village before, although I said that, but in fact, it was said under the influence of the demon death, and in my heart, I had already recognized my own identity.

I was ready to die in this game.

But dying and becoming another person are two different things.

I can face the king of Taishan without any fear, and finally die under his divine power.

But let me die by my own hands.

Dead in my memory.

What would that be like?

(Good night)