Overhead, the Mediterranean Sea, the dead fat man with blank eyes and a greasy smell all over his body, slowly turned his head, and the dead fish looked at the lower part of the water curtain.

On this curtain of water that is like a canopy of heaven, there are countless dead spirits, and there are also many human races, but the proportion is not so high.

Hundreds of boats compete against the current, in order to climb out of this canopy, out of this pure death zone.

All the dead souls here, who did not climb out, only had one ending in the end.

Falling into the Black Sea, being pulled into the sea by those dead spirits that will never be able to be freed, even if they are swallowed by the huge monsters that appear in the sea, they may not be able to be liberated.

On the contrary, you may suffer for an unknown amount of time in the belly of a strange person, and you can't get rid of this place, and you can't get rid of it.

Every necromancer who can appear here is a handsome person or a legend in his lifetime.

No one is chattering, there is no name, there is no trace, and it is not a creature of a big man, and it is impossible to appear here after death.

The vast Black Sea is already the final destination of all living beings, they will melt into this place, everything will be integrated into it, and there will be no more self.

When one day, their traces of the world disappear, and no one will mention their names again.

That's the real disappearance, more complete than death, extinction, nothing.

What will those who are really capable do when they come to the end of the Black Sea and see this canopy?

Swim against the current and climb up.

Even they themselves may not know what's up there.

It's better to know the unknown than to see the end at a glance.

In this boundless Black Sea, the end of every necromancer is already doomed.

At the very least, there may be differences in the unknown, and the difference is hope.

When there is no hope, it is no different from death.

Not everyone can recognize this, and the vast majority of the necromancers here, whether they are self-conscious or not, are just blindly following the trend.

The dead fat man in the Mediterranean drooped his dead fish eyes and looked at Qin Yang below.

His vehicle is a book, and now on this book, the story of Qin Yang has begun to be written.

This means that Qin Yang is the most qualified person to compete with him among the new necromancers.

He's been in this position for an unknown amount of time.

It seemed that he was just a little bit away from being able to leap up from the canopy, completely ascend to the upper level, go to the unknown place, and completely leave this low level of death where only death was lost.

But he has never been able to cross the past, and that step is like a moat, and he can never cross it.

He was waiting for someone, waiting for someone who could compete with him, because every time he advanced before, he was fighting, and every step forward was stepping on the bones of other dead spirits.

In his dead fish eyes, a trace of emotion slowly appeared, and he thought about it for a long time before he remembered that this is called happiness.

Yes, he was glad that someone had finally come to fight him, and it seemed that he was still a human race.

On the books, there are still neat handwriting emerging on their own, describing the story with Qin Yang as the protagonist.

"Everything is stable, Qin Yang thought that he could finally rest for a while, but he didn't think that new changes had appeared......"

When the handwriting arrived, the black handwriting slowly turned red, as if it was written in blood.

The dead fish eye Mediterranean, coming to the spirit, seems to have opened his eyes all of a sudden, quietly looking at the handwriting on the book, and looking at the update at the same time.

......

Qin Yang rubbed his head, he always felt that he had slept too much recently, he was always a little groggy, and he was a little sluggish.

But why sleep for a long time before death, sleep naturally after death, or do the right thing, first completely solve the worries, complete the to-do list in the small book, and have time to rest slowly.

Qin Yang lifted his spirits and walked out of the Jedi Manor.

Everything seemed to be going through all over again, along Qin Yang's memory, one thing appeared one by one.

Go to the land of eternal night, kill the cormorants, go to Dayan, kill the old emperor, become the emperor of Germany, go to Nianhai, cut off the road of Emperor Ying's detachment, and in Kuishan, the last sword killed Emperor Yingdi and his own vitality.

Once again, he traveled to the end of the Black Sea in a lonely boat, where he fought with countless other necromancers, fighting for the last chance to cross the canopy.

Then, when he went all the way up the canopy, he saw that at the top of the canopy, a handsome man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes and a melancholy temperament sat on a huge book, holding his head, looking at him quietly.

In the book of this handsome and scummy handsome guy, words written in blood emerge on their own, and the content of the text is the current picture.

Then, before it happened, new words appeared.

"Jia began to compose a story, Qin Yang fell into a new story, and became the protagonist of Jia's pen......"

In the blink of an eye, Qin Yang's consciousness was blurred, and when he opened his eyes again, he appeared in the Huangquan Demon Sect.

He rubbed his head, and after a long time, he muttered to himself.

“噬心蛊可能还有未知的影响，竟然有些失神了......”

From the beginning of the Mind Devouring Gu incident, Qin Yang became the protagonist of the story of the protagonist in the story......

Everything was the same as he remembered, only this time, the time was earlier, and Qin Yang was weaker.

But this time, Qin Yang lost his mind for more and more time, and he always had a doubt.

He always felt that he had lost something, but slowly, he realized that he didn't seem to know when, and mastered something that he didn't know himself.

There are some abilities, like picking up skills, that appear inexplicably, as if they are born to use them.

But I still don't know why.

Just like just now, he inadvertently used a magical power, and a disciple of the Huangquan Demon Sect couldn't practice for some reason, couldn't cast the secret method, and couldn't do anything.

It's like ......

There was a moment of silence.

Everything is as usual, everything is moving forward according to the huge inertia, the inertia arranged in Qin Yang's heart, and according to the arranged script.

When he started from the Heart Devouring Gu incident, finished his trip again, came to the canopy again, and saw the handsome guy who was holding his head and looking at him quietly, there was a huge sense of disobedience and déjà vu.

Finally, I couldn't hold it back anymore.

Qin Yang rubbed his head, ran the thinking technique, and consumed a lot of strength, picking out and integrating the places that he had already ignored and where there were flaws.

So, he saw that in the book of the handsome man, in the story that was being serialized, new blood characters appeared.

"Qin Yang finally broke the story, recognized that he fell into the story and became the protagonist of the story, he used his strength and burst out the strongest blow after turning into a necromancy......"

The black blade of light broke through the sky, and the body of the handsome man turned into powder and disappeared, and the book slowly turned into a phantom, and finally completely shattered into smoke and disappeared without a trace.

Qin Yang stepped on the lonely boat, went all the way up, and soon rushed to the location of home, he stepped on the position of home, jumped up, and rushed out of the sky, the new world that escaped from the sinking Black Sea.

......

Mediterranean dead fish eyes, trying to keep their eyes open, looking at the new handwriting on the book.

He let Qin Yang jump out of the story, but the incident itself is still a story.

And on the real canopy, the lonely boat carrying Qin Yang went all the way up, and the speed was very fast, far exceeding that of other dead spirits.

When Qin Yang's lonely boat came to the book, Qin Yang's eyes were blank, and he jumped up, as if he was about to jump out of the sky, and jumped towards the book.

他的身形，慢慢的缩小，如同跃入一个世界，投向了那本书。

Mediterranean Dead Fish Eye grinned, but after laughing, he couldn't help but look disappointed.

He thought there was a very special necromancer, enough to be his pedal.

This is called Qin Yang, the story is very good, but that's all, he had a lot of abilities during his lifetime, but he didn't expect that he was still so vulnerable, in fact, there was no difference from other necromancers.

He has to continue to wait, waiting for the next one, the necromancer who is qualified to be the protagonist, to appear, but when the day comes, I don't know if he will forget who he is.

Oh, he's forgotten, he doesn't remember what his name is, he just remembers that he has an identity, called home.

Once a Terran.

The family drooped the dead fish's eyes, lost his energy, and continued to sit there in a daze.

But he didn't notice that Qin Yang, who was blind-eyed, seemed to have something different when he jumped into the book.

......

After coming back to his senses, Qin Yang returned to Qinglin City, he sat at the door of his shop, basking in the sun, bored and waiting for business to come to his door.

Then, he rubbed his head in pain, a black sword, as if shattering the boundary, and the balls of light that had been transformed into dreams in his mind exploded.

All the memories that belonged to him, after a brief break, returned again.

After a while, he raised his head, looked at the sun, changed his posture, lowered his eyelids slightly, and continued to bask in the sun.

"Hey, I didn't expect that after I died, I would be able to get the sun again, it feels so real.

No, it's true, I've felt it firsthand. ”

Qin Yang Meizizi ate cheap spirit fruits, happily greeted the chicken thief shopkeeper next door, and greedily enjoyed all this.

What kind of home is that, when he is a melon peel?

Obviously, he has already sensed that something is not right, and after seeing his home and his ability to compose stories, won't he think that what he sees, what he experiences, and even the story itself is just a story?

Especially in the end, he was hacked to death with one blow, this result was too rough, and he didn't say a word or sigh.

The previous story is completely based on his memory.

It shows that nine out of ten of those stories are the protagonists of his stories, and whether there is anything that happens is made up by the family itself.

The ending he made up is really out of line with his character.

If you kill someone and don't go over, don't you force two sentences?

To be honest, Qin Yang didn't have much expectations for what he would encounter after jumping out of the canopy.

Either you just jump over and really die and disappear.

Either that, after the past, returned to the world.

Or, it's the real afterlife, and maybe you can see some old acquaintances.

Then find a way to resurrect yourself, or, in the afterlife, you are too happy to go back, so wait for the people you care about to come down.

When life and death become a state, rather than losing oneself forever, what difference does it make?

Ever since he couldn't even surpass himself and became like this, Qin Yang saw everything.

......

The family was disappointed, and one last glance was the story that appeared in the book.

Even if he made up for the missing parts before, he really wanted to know where Qin Yang's ability came from.

At the beginning of the story, there should be.

However, he looked at the handwriting that emerged, a pair of dead fish eyes, slowly opened, and suddenly a spirit came.

"Qin Yang basked in the sun for a long time, returned to the room, slept beautifully, and after getting up, he basked in the morning sun again, and after a while, he comprehended the method for a while, and continued to bask in the sun......"

The handwriting is sloppy.

"Qin Yang basked in the sun for a long time, comprehended the Fa, made a pot of tea, and slept. ”

Qin Yang comprehended the Dharma, ate a meal of oily noodles, and continued to bask in the sun. ”

"Qinyang ......"

The handwriting is left like flowing water, no, this is no longer flowing water, this is called a waterfall.

A few years have passed.

Qin Yang didn't do anything, he routinely basked in the sun every day, consulted the Dharma, made tea, and occasionally ate a meal.

Jia's chest, which had no heartbeat, began to rise and fall violently, and smoke began to rise above his head, and the dead air on his body turned into wolf smoke and soared into the sky.

A pair of dead fish eyes, about to glare out of their sockets, fingers pointing at the stories that have emerged, and the whole body trembles.

"This ...... This ......"

His forehead was covered with green muscles, and his expression became more and more hideous, as if he was crazy, and he scratched a few black marks on his head, and most of his already small hair was scratched off.

In this moment, the handwriting on the books has passed for twenty years.

The story doesn't change at all, it always repeats the first day.

Jia couldn't help it, he stretched out his hand, and a large pen appeared in his palm.

At the end of the handwriting that emerged, he wrote a few large characters with his own hands.

"Qin Yang is dead. ”

However, when he wrote these few large characters, new handwriting appeared.

"After Qin Yang died, he came to the sinking Black Sea, saw home, and fell into the story again. ”

"Qin Yang basked in the sun for a long time, comprehended the method for half a day, and made a set of volumes. ”

"Qinyang ......"

Jia gasped for breath, his eyes were bloodshot, he couldn't help it, and wailed.

"Enough! You've won!"

He broke the pen in his hand on the spot and slammed it on the book.

In the blink of an eye, he tore off pages of books like crazy, and all the parts that belonged to Qin Yang were torn off!

Throw it back on the lonely boat in Qinyang.

On that page, two big characters of Qin Yang flew out, slowly condensing into Qin Yang's figure.

Qin Yang opened his eyes and looked at this dead and silent world, and there was no sun above his head.

Looking at the Mediterranean dead fish eyes on the opposite side, Qin Yang couldn't help but show a look of disappointment.

Come on, this time it's not a story.

"I don't mind letting you peep into my life, why don't you pick a eunuch first? You're still not human? Let's discuss it, you let me enter the story again, okay?"

With smoke above his head and a distorted face, he grabbed the broken pen and threw it to Qin Yang.

"The pen is for you, you can write! Quick, write to me!"

He couldn't stand it at all, the stories he wrote became like ghosts, and they changed from stories to diaries for more than 20 years, and they were the same every day.

ps: It's the New Year after the New Year.,Give you an early year.,Happy New Year.,Deliberately continue to chapter.,Chapter by chapter.。