After leaving Wangjiang City, Jiang Wang hid alone in the wild until dawn.

The Anti-Criminal Division did send people out to chase after him, and the momentum was very large. But as long as Zhuangdu doesn't transfer people over, it doesn't take this matter seriously.

Jiang Wang was able to put his mind at ease because of this.

Aunt Song saved him, which was the reason why he agreed with his father to continue the string. Aunt Song is Jiang An'an's biological mother, which is enough for Jiang Wang to forgive a lot.

forced Lin Zhengli to kill and dissipated the resentment of the past. He didn't know if Aunt Song would be able to look at her under Jiuquan, but he promised An An that he would give her an explanation, and it would be considered complete now.

Although Jiang An'an may not know why her mother can never write to her again.

In the Lin clan's land, Jiang Wang also admitted that he did underestimate Lin Zhengren. In the case of crushing strength, Lin Zhengren also found a chance to escape.

Review the whole process, there are gains and losses.

People like Lin Zhengren are able to grasp any small opportunity. Jiang Wang warned himself that if he faced Lin Zhengren in the future, he could no longer have a little contempt.

Jiang Wang has never been a perfect character, he can make mistakes and be careless, but he has never lacked introspection, and he has also grown up from setbacks again and again.

After making sure that Du Ruhui was not alarmed, Jiang Wang did not think about looking back at Jiangcheng again. People like Lin Zhengren also knew that it was impossible to give them another chance, and they would inevitably hide in the national highway courtyard and not be able to move an inch.

I can only say that I will find another opportunity in the future.

Moreover, although Lin Zhengren is cautious and forbearing, his temperament is terrifying, but after all, his strength is insufficient, as long as Jiang Wang maintains his cultivation speed, once the gap in strength is opened to a certain extent, he will naturally be able to crush the plan.

What's more, during this trip to Wangjiang City, Jiang Wang hid his identity throughout the whole process, and no one expected to know who he was. Even if Lin Zhengren wants to take revenge in the future, he can probably only find Zhang Linchuan.

Back outside the Maple Grove City, he still fell asleep under the Monument to the Souls. There was an illusory sword shadow that appeared and disappeared from time to time, and Jiang Wang knew that it was the forward natal flying sword that was spontaneously protecting the master.

This is a refinement of the Dao mind, and when he wakes up, his path may be decided here.

Jiang Wang didn't bother him, he found a place not far away to sit down, and looked at the Maple Forest City in a daze for a while before closing his eyes and entering the Illusory Realm.

Having obtained the Rotten Wood Duel, he now needs to accumulate more power to deduce. So in the next sword match, he will have no reservations except for supernatural powers.

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Time is sometimes the least thing to mention.

Because you can't remember it at all.

There is no sunset and moonrise, and you can't see the stars when you look up.

Everywhere there was fog, cold and gloomy fog.

The fog of the netherworld shrouded the yang world, and the gaps between yin and yang were full of helpless corpses.

Ling He couldn't remember how many days he had lived in this dark world, he only remembered how many people he had buried.

He had to remember, because no one could remember it but him.

In the previous time......

There is no specific time here, it can only be an approximate concept. A while ago, a long time ago......

So "before", it should be in the previous time.

He was eating.

The people in the Maple Forest City are dead, and there is still a lot of food left, but due to the invasion of the Netherworld Mist, they basically can't eat anymore.

Ling He has a way. As long as he controls the Xuanhuang Qi in the sky and cleans it carefully, the grain will return to its original state.

But now, he doesn't really need to eat.

He just wants to maintain his life as a "person" in this world.

Eat, prove that he is still alive.

It proves that there are still people alive in the Maple Grove City.

Sometimes life is in vain, but there are still people who live in vain.

When Ling He was eating, he suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

He didn't know where this feeling came from, but he felt warm in his heart, as if he was soothed by something.

He put down the dishes and chopsticks, and couldn't help but walk in the direction of the dark,

Out of the room, out of the small courtyard, out of Pegasus Lane......

This small courtyard in Pegasus Lane is one of his two homes now. There is also a home near the city lord's mansion, which is the house where the old man has always lived.

He didn't need a house, he didn't even need a bed, and the house in the Dead Realm didn't seem to have any meaning.

But Ling He just felt ......

There must be someone in the house, otherwise it will lose popularity.

He didn't want the third and youngest children's homes to be so silent.

Even if they ...... All are dead.

So he lived back and forth between the two homes, cooking, laundry, sprinkling and cleaning, and "lived a normal life".

The feeling of being soothed is nostalgic.

But it didn't take long to leave Pegasus Lane for that feeling to disappear.

Ling He froze in place, feeling a sense of emptiness.

Then turn around and continue "life".

Cooking, laundry, sprinkling, chanting, collecting corpses, commenting on scriptures.

He's always doing these things over and over again. There is no need for meaning, the meaning lies in the things themselves.

But today, that sudden sense of intimacy has reappeared.

At this time, Ling He had just dug a deep pit, and a couple who were hugging each other and the dead were put into the grave by him.

The impulse of emotion urged Ling He to look for it quickly, and he also longed for that feeling infinitely in his heart—in this dead and silent world sandwiched between yin and yang, it was difficult for human emotions to appear.

But he still recited the transcendent scriptures seriously and sincerely, and then buried the grave for the couple with his own hands.

Do things from the beginning to the end, this is his necessary insistence,

After completing the whole funeral ceremony, he let himself go, and went towards the feeling in his heart, in the direction of the darkness.

There is no direction in this area.

Although it follows the old urban pattern, it seems that it can still connect with the previous direction. But Ling He deeply understood that the direction of this world was chaotic, and there was no east, west, north and south.

But the intimate feeling in my heart, the warm feeling that belongs to people, is like a beacon in the vast universe. It doesn't need a direction, it is a direction.

This time it was a long time coming.

Ling He walked and walked until he reached the end of this area.

He knew early on that there was an end to this area. The scope of this territory is the area before the Maple Grove Domain.

But the so-called end, the so-called border, is not as simple as a wall or a barrier.

If it was a wall, Ling He would have broken it a long time ago. If it was a mountain range, Ling He would be able to dig through it sooner or later. But it's just a "boundary".

Exists in reality and illusion at the same time, and it is the same rule as heaven and earth.

Impassable, impassable.

Now, Ling He was at the end of this area, at the end of a chaotic direction.

He felt that he was close to that intimacy.

But he couldn't get closer.

This is the limit.

What is the reason for that feeling?

Is it a calling?

Or is it a blessing?

Is there someone who wants to bring this region back to the present world?

Ling He couldn't judge.

But he really misses this feeling of belonging to "people".

Hopes, expectations, fantasies.

How precious are these words in this dead place, in this earthly ruins abandoned by this world!

Ling He sat down quietly, leaning against the stubborn boundary between the virtual and the real, and gently closed his eyes.

It was the first good sleep he had ever slept since the fall of the region.