Death, in a way, is a wonderful question.

Although everyone is afraid of death, so Taoism has achieved Taoist ascension, Buddhism has practiced reincarnation for a hundred lifetimes, emperors seek immortality, and even mortals pray for a long life.

You can see how precious life is.

Others are looking forward to death.

It is human instinct to survive, and perhaps it may be an instinct to die, and after death, you can be reincarnated, you can start over, and you can leave the current unchanged life.

But do people really become ghosts when they die? Are there really ghosts in the world?

No one can come up with conclusive evidence, and if they want to prove the truth of this matter, they can only verify it and experience death in person!

Probably the same question, in the face of the fire that was about to burn, Thirteen seemed a little calm, probably because he wanted to verify the problem that had plagued people for thousands of years.

Jump~Jump~Jump... Everything will be solved~

The voice in his head made Thirteen's hesitation fade away, and like an old man with a hobbling step, he hunched his back and moved to the edge of the platform step by step.

Looking at the bottom of the black hole, Thirteen's mind seemed to be swallowed up by it, and at this time, he only needed to close his eyes, relax his body and fall forward.

But his eyelids were struggling hard, unwilling to fit completely, resulting in his body not being able to completely empty, and subconsciously resisting the strange behavior of jumping off the cliff out of nowhere.

With a thought, a few traces of fire had already licked Thirteen's back, and he easily set his clothes on fire, but he was still wearing an invulnerable breathing suit inside, and the high temperature still failed to wake him up.

Bite~

A crisp sound seemed to come from the edge of the sky, and a gray figure also fell from the sky, falling into the raging fire, but the rampant flames could not get close to the side of the man?!

The fire unicorn hidden at the entrance of the cave saw that the comer was not good, and immediately spewed out two flames, only to see him stretch out his arms, and two cyclones spun out from the cuffs, not only easily scattered the flames spewed out by the fire qilin, but even the dry and hot hot air was a little cooler in an instant.

When the tongue of fire was suppressed, the figure of that person was also revealed, it was Ling Qingniu!

Before the fire qilin could attack again, Ling Qingniu stepped on it, and a thin frost appeared at the place where he landed for no reason.

This thin frost looked like it would melt in a flick of the sun, but it forced down the flames on the dragon's blood oil, and continued to spread to the entire platform, as well as to the feet of Thirteen.

The cold air reached the soles of the feet and reached the door of the head, and the thirteen couldn't help but shiver, only then did they realize that there was a fire on their backs, and they immediately fell to the ground backwards, and began to roll left and right: "Death, pain, !!pain, death, pain

The rest clothes can't be burned, but the temperature will still go in, and the thirteen at this time are like wearing a piece of red-hot iron, how can it not hurt?

However, he rolled on the ground to extinguish the fire on his back, but unexpectedly found that the ground was a little cold, and remembered that it should not be the temperature after being roasted by the flames.

Thirteen turned over and got up, saw the snowflakes slowly falling on the side, and reached out to catch a few, but he was not surprised why there was snow in the summer, "Condensation into frost... Frost for snow... Wan Xuegong..."

"Wan Xue Gong" is the unique skill of the master of the Great Snow Peak, the power is domineering and difficult to resist, in the special environment of the Snow Mountain, it can even attract the heavy snow with its own internal force, like a spell.

Anyone who has seen it doesn't know whether it is a martial art or an immortal method, but I didn't expect that in a place where there is no snow, this martial art can also summon snow...

Thirteen raised his eyes and saw that there was a proud momentum in a coarse cloth robe, standing there like a towering snow-capped mountain, even though more than ten years had passed, that face was almost exactly the same as before, maybe it was properly maintained, maybe it was ...... Cultivating to a high level?

"Snow Demon Palace......

For some reason, Thirteen felt a little dry in his throat, as if he was afraid.

It is true that he should be afraid, Ling Qingniu's crazy appearance of sweeping the Great Snow Peak back then, Thirteen still remembers it vividly, if it weren't for the fact that his sense of existence was relatively low, he was arranged on the side battlefield, it is estimated that he would be buried under the heavy snow in the first round.

"You're..."After Ling Qingniu extinguished the fire, he turned to look at Thirteen, "Bad people from the shadows, right?"

Thirteen swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and nodded frantically according to Ling Qingniu's meaning, at this time, he didn't dare to report his family, after all, as a former oppositionist, it was lucky to be able to survive until now.

In fact, in the early years, the two of them had met not a few, but every time they looked at each other from a distance, or they didn't even look at each other - how could tens of thousands of people who were the masters and managers of the Great Snow Peak be high above to remember everyone's face, even if they could really remember, Thirteen was now blackened with smoke, and he couldn't recognize it if he wanted to.

Ling Qingniu would have such an idea, also because the guards in the prison were all recruited by He Zhuzhi from Dongying, as if it was because of some cooperation with the Dongying people.

He Zhuzhi consulted Ling Qingniu about this matter, mainly because he was worried that the guards would use Central Plains people and the possibility of exposing the prison, so they simply used foreigners.

The pain of the thirteen shouts just now was obviously not a foreigner, and when he thought of Zhang Yanming's arrangement, he probably speculated that the person in front of him wearing the Ling family's uniform was an undercover agent.

Ling Qingniu asked, "What are you doing here?"

Thirteen knelt on the ground with his face: "Little... The little one was arranged to come here to do something, but I didn't expect it to be put in such a terrible thing here, and it was almost over. ”

This reason can be regarded as true, and it can be regarded as justified when it is said, so Ling Qingniu didn't ask much, "You came to Tianzi Prison to do things alone?" Zhang Yanming sent people to hide in the Red Blood Castle for so long, and he didn't even know what this place looked like, so he let you die alone. ”

"I wonder what you're doing here?" Thirteen smiled awkwardly, staggering the topic.

Thirteen probably guessed Ling Qingniu's identity, but he didn't know how to call it, not to mention why Ling Qingniu was dressed as a peasant, in order to avoid revealing his stuffing, he never mentioned any titles such as "head of the house" and "owner of the village", but used the most convenient "you".

"Oh, I'm here to do something, too. ”

Thirteen changed his flattering face: "The small kung fu is relatively loose, so I can only trouble you to contribute." ”

The trouble is naturally the two trap beasts in front of him, since Ling Qingniu knows their origin so well, he must be clear about his weaknesses, and his skill is ice, and he can easily restrain against fire.

Unexpectedly, Ling Qingniu just stood still with his hands behind his back, and nodded incessantly: "These two trap beasts should be built by the fifth child himself, and he has been studying the trap technique here all these years, probably to make up for his regrets, I didn't expect the progress to be so fast." ”

(End of chapter)