An illusory black figure floated from the edge of the cliff and covered the entire bamboo forest.

The faint blue flames soared into the sky, although it was swaying and a little unstable, but it had already covered Xie Chen's entire body.

The red light of the fire is intertwined with the blue light.

In the last moment, even the head that still maintained the appearance of a "human" became black charcoal.

Sheets of white skin.

Red flowers one by one.

Pieces of cyan bone.

No one is alive and no one exists.

Whose funeral is this?

This is anyone's funeral......

The dark bamboo forest paths, the sound of suona one after another, behind these suona sounds, there is also the hustle and bustle of gongs and drums.

The loess road of the alley stretches to the uneven ancient well in the middle, and a string of big red firecrackers resounded from beginning to end.

It even lit a whole circle around the ancient well.

At the door of the whole road, there are all rice bowls piled up into a hill, all of which are incense sticks with three pillars of fireworks.

The area around the ancient well is full of confetti.

It's all scraps of paper that can't be cleaned......

I don't know if these are the paper left by the red firecrackers, or the remains of the original white paper people blown out of the alley.

Festive or sad.

From beginning to end, there was not half a figure.

Damp, rotten.

A musty smell creeps into a person's nose and makes one can't help but sneeze.

Familiar smells, familiar scenes.

Even the sound of suona sounded far and near.

It was the previous mourning hall, but the big red coffin placed under the mourning hall had shifted a little to the left.

There were three bowls of rice on the table, each with a column of incense, and the degree of burning of each of them varied.

Xie Chen's bitter face was startled, and the whole person sat up straight, looking at the surrounding environment in a bit of a daze.

Then he quickly touched his face, not knowing whether he was dreaming or had just fallen asleep.

But the scene is very familiar, and there is not much change, and the surroundings are still the same.

He didn't even move where he knelt.

Wipe the sweat off your forehead by yourself, and you just seem to have fainted?

Even if you think hard, you can't tell whether it's a dream or a reality?

When I got to the well, I entered a room in a house called "Irifu", and I saw many strange scenes.

After that, my memory was blurred, and I seemed to be walking forward in an extremely narrow closed environment.

But I can't remember how long I walked?

It seems like it's only been a while, but it seems like a long time has passed.

Xie Chen shuddered.

A cool breeze blew in from behind.

The rustling of a dead tree outside, covered with those withered yellow leaves, rubbed against the sound was unacceptable.

Xie Chen glanced at the ever-bright lamp in front of him, and the fire was burning very vigorously, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, the gust of wind didn't have any effect on the lamp.

Those chaotic thoughts in my head began to encroach on my own thinking.

As it was eaten away step by step, I seemed to remember some of the previous things.

Especially in the alley where there is only a loess road, there is a loess alley where every household will have bowls and incense.

This memory is extremely real.

Just closing his eyes and recalling it for less than a while, the picture that should have appeared in his mind has already surfaced little by little.

Just as he was regaining his understanding, a sharp burning sensation came from his body.

Although there was no open flame in the mourning hall, his body was like it was burning.

A violent burning sensation filled every inch of skin, as if it was about to burn itself into coals.

Xie Chen endured the pain from his body, gritting his teeth and not daring to make any sound in this mourning hall.

The cold wind blowing behind him became stronger and stronger, and the only candle flame lit in front of the mourning hall seemed to be swaying.

But the lantern placed in front of the coffin was as stable as a windshield, and the cold wind did not seem to affect it in any way.

Xie Chen covered his head, these pains seemed to come from the back of his head, to be precise, not from every inch of skin and flesh.

It's a pity that the pain can't be solved with both hands, and the severe pain still makes it difficult for me to cope with it.

"Turn to ashes for me."

"In my place."

"It's so cold in here, I need you to be warm."

When he arrived, the sound sounded from his ears, as if someone was lying next to his ear to speak.

Enduring the severe pain, he also opened his eyes and looked at it, but there was no figure beside him.

The cold wind that was still whistling around him seemed to increase the "fire" that did not exist in his body.

A clearer burning sensation spread to every inch of skin on his body, and the shirt on his back was soaked with sweat, but the flesh was not covered with any blood.

If it weren't for the fact that these pains were too real, Xie Chen himself would have wondered if he had been hallucinated.

How could I have ended up in some inexplicable loess alley?

How could you see a bottomless black ancient well?

It seems that the further I think about it, the more intense the pain in my body becomes, as if it is blocking my brain's thoughts.

But because of this pain, the originally vague memory has a few moments of clarity.

The moon is dark and windy, and the moon has disappeared.

It is surrounded by black bamboo forests.

The darkness of the night makes the bamboo lose its due greenness, as if it looks like a whole black and pressed bamboo forest.

There is a trail in the middle that can only be walked by two people.

There was a shriveled tent in front of it.

There is a bonfire around, which has been extinguished, and has even been turned over by some passing animals.

In the middle of the bonfire, it can be seen that a large pile of paper has been burned at the end, and there are several crumpled balls of paper in the middle, which have not been burned out.

However, several of them have burned for nearly seven or eight years.

There is only a piece of paper on the side, which is relatively well preserved.

I seem to have opened the paper.

But no matter what my head thinks, I can't remember what the contents of the paper ball are.

After holding on for a while, some slightly legible fonts appeared in the crumpled ball of paper.

"Dreams don't go back?"

"Dreams will go back ......"

"Can't let the moon shine!"

"You can't look at the moon."

"The indoors will slow the change, and the white skin will slow the change."

"I'm so hungry, I want to eat... There is a smell of rice everywhere. ”

“…………”

"I see the change of the moon and turn to the right, and I see the black water turn to the left."

Just as I was about to look back at the supplements, an even more intense pain came again, this time almost swallowing my consciousness, but fortunately I bit my tongue.

It can be regarded as fighting poison with poison.

But now I almost didn't faint from the pain.

With such a trace of lucidity, it seems that another picture has jumped out of my head.

It was still pitch black.

But it is different from the pitch darkness of the bamboo forest, this kind of closed pitch blackness makes people feel unprecedented depression.

As far as the eye could see, there seemed to be a small bright light.

It's hard to know if this light exists.

If you look closer, there is a pale cyan light on your hand.

In the other hand, he seemed to be holding a piece of paper.

Xie Chen endured the sharp pain coming from his body, and desperately wanted to make the contents of this piece of paper clearer in his mind.

This time I saw a little more.

Just as he was pondering, another very obvious cold wind blew in.

directly erased this picture from his mind.

With it is all the burning pain in the body.

This gust of cold wind was like a basin of cold water, poured on his body, helping to remove all the pain.

Xie Chen took a deep breath, a little difficult to accept.

If I could see the content of the picture clearly, I would rather endure this burning pain for a little longer.

Anyway, it's just roasted on the fire.

It's a pity, it's a pity, and I guess I can't stand it again, and I may even have to take my life into it.

Before he could react, the big red coffin on the two stools began to shake slightly, and he was startled at this time.

Two smears of incense ash fell from the offering table. fell on his own head.

Xie Chen was a little stunned, and quickly reached out and wiped it, for fear that it was something dirty.

But after finding out that it was incense ash, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The strange thing is that the ever-bright lamp in front of him is actually under these two gusts of cold wind, but there is no trace of swaying, and the lamp seems to be unable to be blown out no matter how it blows.

The dead tree behind him, which had completely withered, rustled the leaves that had not yet fallen with the roots, like a group of people hanging on the tree and laughing at themselves.

Xie Chen raised his head lightly and glanced at the lamp oil in the ever-bright lamp, for fear that if it burned for too long, the lamp oil would be consumed too quickly.

But obviously I was overthinking.

Nearly 60 percent of the lamp oil is in the lamp.

At this rate, it won't be able to burn out even in half an hour.

Xie Chen reached out and subconsciously wanted to touch it into his pocket, and took out the piece of burlap that he had put in his pocket.

But as the palm of his hand touched it, he found that the pocket was empty, and the sackcloth had disappeared without a trace, except for the useless pocket watch.

I obviously haven't touched it!

In this mourning hall, I basically stayed where I was, although I may have just lost consciousness for a while, and I don't know where these fragmentary memories in my mind came from.

But from the low sweat, it can be inferred that at least the sackcloth in the pocket is innocent, and it cannot disappear into the pocket no matter how it is said.

The cold wind outside the mourning hall was blowing, as if it was not a big deal to see the excitement.

Xie Chen heard a loud cry, and then he reacted, it turned out that what was dripping down was not his own sweat, but his own tears.

Xie Chen stiffened, feeling that he should have really experienced something, maybe like the copy of Chonghui Hotel, he might have temporarily erased part of his memory by the strange incident?

It's also possible.

Up to now, these last two copies have been manipulating the brain of the Chosen One many times.

Even the most outrageous blue tide beach, I can't even think that all the rules that appear in it are all right.

Perhaps many times the strange talk is not played according to the normal situation.

At the end of the day, each replica has different characteristics for each replica, and if you think of all replicas as a category.

It will only be you who will suffer.

Xie Chen stretched out a hand and pinched his eyebrows, easing his emotions.

Although tears still ran down his cheeks, his brain was trying his best to think about the rules in the burlap block.