Am I dead?

These words made my mind stop for a moment.

I thought of Wang Qing again.

When he was dying, his last words were the word "death".

With Mijian, go to find a fish, in Wang Qing's words, there is only a dead end.

At this moment, I couldn't help but think...... Could it be that it is not the contact with the gilt fish that will die, but the contact with the so-called "god-given soul" that will die?

Not only did I come into contact with the God-given soul, but this soul was even one with my soul......

"What does it mean that I am dead? My body is still alive, my soul has not been lost, my yang life is not over, I am not dead. ”

I asked out loud.

And at this moment, on the endless Yellow River, a stone disk like the scorching sun suddenly appeared.

This stone plate is incomparably huge, and the stone plate is engraved with gossip patterns.

I was stunned.

Isn't this the kind of thing that shocks the preaching!

It represents the luck of the shocking door, and it is also related to me.

Smack—

A few seconds later, a crisp sound appeared, only to see the huge stone disk above directly shatter!

The astonishing preaching was shattered......

It's not just cracks, it's completely shattered, turned into dust!

For a moment, I was terrified.

The thing that is in the ministry can affect the luck of the whole thing, and at the same time, it is also a barometer of my leader!

If it shatters, it means one thing, and my life is over!

"The heaven-given soul belongs to your soul, and at the same time, when you know the heaven-sent soul, you are already dead in the world......"

Say it again.

"What do you mean by the worldly I'm dead?"

I shouted.

But no voice replied to my words.

Gradually, my body began to become illusory, and my fish-bearing body gradually began to fade.

Not only me, but also the Yellow River where I swim is slowly dissipating.

It seems that the dream at this moment is about to end.

Again, I said, "Who the hell are you!" ”

Still no one answered me.

But in front of me, a familiar figure appeared again.

This figure, tall and kind, gave me an unparalleled sense of security.

I murmured, "Father......"

In an instant, I finally understood.

All the guidance came from my father...... Chen Daoling!

The voice of the fish, the power of the fish, the young Xiao Liu, and the narration at this moment...... Maybe it's all left by my father!

And the figure in front of me changed again in an instant......

The figure has changed to a different person!

He gradually became thinner, and he didn't look so tall and strong, but the kindness he gave me and the sense of security he gave me continued unabated!

The most important thing is that the figure gradually became clear......

Huang Yongen!

My mentor Lao Huang!

I was stunned again.

Perhaps, these guidelines not only have my father's figure, but also Lao Huang's ......

The people who know the secrets of the four souls and eight souls are not only my father.

Boom –

With a loud bang in my head, both my father's illusory figure and Lao Huang's clear voice disappeared!

My consciousness returned to my essence, and I sat alone by the Yellow River.

My clothes were already soaked, and I didn't know if it was my cold sweat or the mist of the Yellow River......

Everything about Fang Cai seems to be a dream.

I looked back, but saw that the young man Xiao Liu was still there.

He was lying next to me, and when I looked at him, he opened his eyes in a daze, and when he saw me, he asked me in confusion, "Huh...... Who are you? Am I not at home keeping a vigil for my grandparents? How did you get here? ”

His confusion, as well as his words, made my heart move slightly.

I said, "I am the one who saved you, and you almost drowned in the Yellow River." ”

"Huh? You're not joking, are you? I've always been in town, and I've never been to the Yellow River! And I'm very good at water, how could I almost drown in the Yellow River? ”

Xiao Liu asked me rhetorically.

There is no doubt that he has completely lost all of Fang Cai's memories.

Or rather, the Xiao Liu I saw before was not a real young man in Xiyang Town.

After thinking for a while, Xiao Liu looked at me with some vigilance: "Who are you?" You're not going to want to do anything to me......

I was silent.

"I still have something to do, I'll go first."

Xiao Liu was even more vigilant, he immediately jumped up, stepped back, and ran away from me after a distance.

It's as if I'm a big villain, and I'm going to eat him in the next second.

I didn't pay attention to it, but remained stunned.

There are still too many doubts in my mind.

Fang Cai's big dream is no less than a thrilling battle.

What does it mean that I am dead in the world?

The heaven-given soul is fused by the carp, and it becomes a god fish, why do I have to die when it comes to me?

and Yang Yixi, in this way, Yang Yixi also has a god-given soul?

How many secrets do I have with Yang Yixi?

Then, as I flipped through my backpack, I noticed something horrible......

In the big dream just now, there was a huge shocking preaching thing shattered, and at this moment, the real gossip stone platform in reality turned into a piece of powder!

Everything is a big dream or a reality?

For a while, I was in a trance.

To unravel the key to it all, I can only think of one person......

My Master! Lao Huang! Huang Yongen!

He can help me!

The secret of the heaven-given soul, the doubt that I am dead, Yang Yixi, the marriage book...... Lao Huang is a participant in all this! And the only one who can help me!

My father has been missing for nearly twenty years, and he may have died long ago, and it is harder to find him than to climb to heaven!

As for Yang Yixi, I guess she may not know too much about it.

And Lao Huang, although he died at the foot of Changbai Mountain at the beginning, his death is full of doubts.

Like what...... The severed finger that Li Kuhai found!

I took a deep breath and muttered, "Go back to Beijing first, and you must find out about Lao Huang." ”

Then I looked at my palm.

The good news is that I'm not dead...... I was physically fine, my mind was clear, and my soul was not in any way.

The shattering of the preaching and the news of my death in my dreams were a sign that my life was near.

But now, I have no sign of death.

This proves one thing.

Maybe the "death" in that voice, which I have died, may not be the death that normal people understand......