I once had a dream when I was a child. In the dream, I walked to the edge of a cliff for some reason, and accidentally stumbled and fell, but it looked like I would soon fall to the ground, but the process of this fall was unusually long, so long that there was no boundary. So I was in mid-air, constantly feeling that violent fall, but I couldn't reach the ground anyway. You can't escape, you can't wake up.

The feeling now is very similar to the feeling I had encountered in my dreams at that time, except that in the dream I could see the reference object that moved rapidly in my eyes, and now I only saw the darkness. This sense of déjà vu quickly reminded me of the dream I had when I was younger, but I soon realized that I was not dreaming, I was actually trapped in an unknown environment.

This kind of environment is both real and illusory, because we are in the ground, and there are no holes in the ground, so this feeling of falling should be unreal, it was deliberately created by the ghost to make me feel such a sense of falling, I can't imagine that in the real world, I am lying motionless on the ground, all this is like a dream that happened when I was awake.

When I thought of this, the panic in my heart subsided a lot, because since it was an illusion, as long as I mustered up the courage not to be afraid, it would not cause me any harm, it was just a trick. So I slowly adjusted my body, and since I couldn't see at all, I could only twist my body to an angle of my head and feet by feeling, and then hold still as much as possible to save my energy.

As the time of the fall became longer and longer, I gradually got used to the feeling of falling like this, and my body was no longer so afraid, and the whole process lasted for about five or six minutes, but it still seemed like there was no end. I thought to myself, what if this illusion wasn't meant to hurt me at all, but was to keep me stuck in this feeling and couldn't get out? Is it that I will continue to fall like this for the rest of my life? When I thought of this, I suddenly became nervous again, and my heart began to beat faster. I wondered if I couldn't struggle, what if I screamed? Could it be that my own voice disturbed my body in the real world and woke me up?

It's entirely possible, there are many people who are haunted by nightmares, and when they are frightened to a certain extent, they can't help but scream, and after this scream, people often wake up. This was also a solution, so I began to shout at the throat of my broken gong, but helplessly, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shout for myself to hear, or maybe it was falling too fast, even faster than the speed of the sound. All I could hear was my own muffled guttural voice, as if someone was speaking to me in the midst of a raging wind.

I finally thought of a trick, but it was useless at the moment, I was a little flustered, I didn't know what kind of abyss it would be to fall like this. And just when I thought about the saddest of things, suddenly, something changed in front of me.

About seven or eight meters parallel to me, there was a round pillar of light on the ground, and on the pillar of light stood a person, and that person was the figure that was still slowly turning. And when I saw the figure, the feeling of falling from my feet disappeared inexplicably, and my whole person was directly weightless, fell down, touched the surroundings, and found that the ground was still the touch of the ground, but it still looked dark.

I started to try to move my hands and feet before the other person was completely turned, and found that my limbs and head could move very well, and I even felt like I was touching my body, but I just couldn't see my body. It's as if I only have one head flying around at the moment, but the feeling of my hands and feet is so obvious. This strong sense of contradiction struck me as very unreal, and what was real was the sound in my ears, as if there were many people in the middle of me and talking to me, but no matter how closely I tried to identify them, I could not understand a single word of what the group of people said.

In addition to the noisy chatter, there was the sound of the figure turning its body slowly and its feet clicking on the ground. At that time, it was as if I was a performer on stage, and there were countless people sitting around me, but because of the spotlight, I couldn't see anyone in the audience at all, only the figure who was performing on the same stage as me.

Seeing that he was about to turn around, I thought in my heart that no matter what it was going to do later, as soon as it got close to me, it would be Lei Du and Ziwei first, anyway, the ghosts here have no specific antecedents, so no matter what it is, I always have to fight this fight, since sooner or later it will be such a result, I might as well strike first.

But when the figure turned around and slowly raised its head, I was stupid on the spot, opened my mouth wide in infinite horror, and then my legs went limp, and I fell to my knees with a thud.

The figure that turned around was none other than the master, Lin Qishan.

This was a scene I never expected, I thought it would be a compatible and terrifying ghost, the kind that would scare people to death just by looking at it, but I was unprepared to see Master's face.

The "Master" in front of him, since he turned to the side facing me, stopped and did not understand, his hands hanging down at his sides, his feet in an upright position, but the position of his knees was slightly bent. This posture is even exactly the same as that of my master. And although "Master" is a gesture of raising his head, his head is slightly tilted to one side, and his eyes are closed, and that scene is as if he died in my arms at that time.

Although I knew it was fake, I still touched the situation, and the original kneeling posture was really suitable for crying, so tears quickly filled my eyes again, and my nose was sore, and I cried. I understand that this cry of mine is the kind of crying that is heart-wrenching and sad, but also frightening. Sadly, I once again unprepared to look back on the appearance of Master's death, which was unbearable for me. What I was afraid of was the scene in front of me, and I knew in my heart that it was my most vulnerable place, and this place happened to be captured by the ghosts here.

After wiping away my tears, I looked at "Master" again, and he still had that slight smile on his face, just like when he died, but his face was very pale, not like when he had just died, but more like the day of the funeral, when the corpse had completely lost the complexion of a living person. And then it started to get weird again. But my legs were still weak, and I couldn't stand up anyway.

The chatter around me was getting louder and louder, and I could even hear laughter. It's as if he was laughing at me, and it was like a big man was crying. And just when I was at a loss, the "master's" originally crooked head was suddenly straightened for a moment, and then he suddenly opened his eyes and stared at me, and the corners of his mouth, which had been a slight smile, grew bigger and bigger, and turned into a grinning grin.

The upper half of the face, the eyes, eyebrows, and the bridge of the nose seem to be angry, but the lower half of the face maintains a smile, this scene looks like it immediately makes me feel weird, and under this shock, I can't help but pinch the Ziwei and Lei Jue in my hand again, but I still hesitate in my heart, it is this repeated contradiction that makes me overwhelmed. It was also at this time that "Master" ran towards me in small steps.

I hurriedly rubbed my hands on the ground and rubbed back, but since I couldn't see anything else, I couldn't be sure how far I had moved, but I felt that "Master" was getting closer and closer to me because of it. And the running posture is also very strange, his hands, feet and body seem to be in a stiff state, that is, when he runs quickly, his hands are still stiff hanging at his sides.

Seeing that "Master" was getting closer and closer to me, but I was still too weak to stand up, when he flew towards me, as if he was about to fall on me, although I resisted in my heart, I still instinctively waved my palm out of professional habits.

With a snap, this palm knot hit the neck of the "master" firmly. The touch is obvious, and the first squatting beings are the same, hitting the hard bangbang, the palm is faintly painful, but this palm is not without effect, because the body of the "master" was hit more than two meters away by my palm, and I feel that the whole body is light and fluttering, and this volume cannot be correspondingly related.

And when "Master" got up from the ground, he rushed towards me again, but this time, his head from the position of his neck, it seemed to have been broken by the palm I had just made, and between his head and collarbone, there was a strange angle close to a right angle, and his expression did not change, but now it changed to the side, still staring at me.

This time he rushed faster, and the sound of the small footsteps was clearer. And after that palm just now, I didn't feel so afraid in my heart, because I seemed to have figured out a truth, the ghost here in Jingmen obviously grabbed the thing that Qin Bukong and I were most unwilling to face, and let this scene appear in front of us in a different way, so as to attack our minds. I don't know what Qin Bukong is facing at the moment, and what I am facing at the moment happens to be the same as the moving phase of this Jingmen: life and death.

Yes, these days, basically the most painful day of my life is the passing of Master. Even Meng Dongxue's farewell at the beginning never gave me such a big impact. Everyone has their own fate, life and death are things that have to be faced sooner or later, and Master did not die violently, but in the days before he died, he actually gave me plenty of time to prepare my thoughts.

But what I am afraid of is not death, just as Master is not afraid of death. What Master is afraid of is that life is worse than death, but what I am afraid of is the separation of life and death between yin and yang.