Death is a process, at least as the Raven thinks. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

At that moment, time became unusually slow, and he clearly felt that the bullet was burrowing from the center of his eyebrows into the flesh, shattering the skull, and moving inch by inch in the skull, without pain, without so-called memories, there was only infinite ease, yes, he was dead......

Killing that cannot be avoided, just to survive. Bai Xuan deeply felt the pain of these words......

And at the moment of death, the reflection in his eyes was a young man flashing on the roof of the building in the distance, he quickly remembered that nine years ago in the slaughter village in Yunnan, although it was not what he wanted, but as a mercenary, he couldn't give up that heart-warming number, but in the end, he still left a living mouth, an innocent child, he didn't see the hatred in the boy's eyes, and he didn't know the so-called cutting grass and roots, but in his heart, Bai Xuan was still faintly looking forward to what would happen in the future......

He could no longer hear the screams and riots of the crowd around him, and his body fell, but there was only indescribable peace in his heart.

Yes, liberated, all love and hatred no longer matter, this day, he has waited too long, too long......

In June 2017, in Hong Kong, the uncrowned king of China's killers, Crow Bai Xuan, was assassinated on Nathan Road. But none of this has anything to do with the Raven......

Sadly, death is not the end!

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Darkness is the only theme of this world, Bai Xuan doesn't know how long he has been walking, when he is awake, his body is involuntarily moving in one direction, under his feet is the black smooth ground, but he himself is faintly glowing......

After a moment of stupefaction, he suddenly found that although he was awake, he couldn't control his advancing legs, "Also, I, aren't I dead......" A trace of waves flashed on Bai Xuan's calm face, and he raised his hands, which didn't seem to have changed.

It is impossible to save the skull from a bullet piercing the skull, that is, I am a ghost now?

For Bai Xuan, who is atheist, this is too incredible, but years of life on the tip of the knife made him calm down quickly, he has died, what is there to be afraid of......

He looked down at his clothes, "Well, did you change into a black robe, retro style?" Bai Xuan smiled slightly, "Very good, the weapons on my body are gone......"

After some attempts, he had a preliminary understanding of his current situation:

First of all, as long as it does not affect the speed of progress, he can move his body, and Bai Xuan did not find a reasonable explanation for this phenomenon. The second is that he will not be tired, he will not need to eat, or he will eat once in a long time, which is good news for Bai Xuan, who has already accepted that he is a ghost.

Although there is no clock, no sun, and no tools that can tell the time, Bai Xuan has professionally trained the human body to keep time, that is, to subconsciously count the seconds in his heart, and at the same time does not affect normal thinking activities, and the time difference of an hour will not exceed three seconds. From waking up to now, Bai Xuan has been walking for more than five hours...... But what I saw was still pitch black......

Time flies, and the white horse flies.

The dark world remains unchanged, and if you can look down at the ground from above, you will find that there are actually incalculable fluorescent figures appearing out of thin air in this land, walking towards a center and disappearing from that center......

I don't know how long it took, Bai Xuan's surroundings were already full of people.

When he first saw someone, Bai Xuan's spirit was on the verge of collapse, and on the fifth day, he could no longer measure the time, endless loneliness and darkness paralyzed his heart, and many bits and pieces that he had forgotten surfaced in front of him, and Bai Xuan could still remain calm at first, but soon gave up his body control and fell deeply into memories...... From the happiness of childhood, the love of parents, to the first murder for revenge, the pain of losing his wife, the numbness of thousands of miles of blood, and the emptiness that cannot be expressed...... Real memories are like illusions that cannot be escaped.

When Bai Xuan noticed the outside world again, he was shocked to find that there were already dozens of lights and shadows around him, far or near, walking in the same direction, without stopping, the strange thing was that the surroundings were still silent, he wanted to see their faces, but it was like a hazy mist, no matter how far or near he couldn't see clearly, but he could imagine that it was some pale and godless faces, just like himself......

...... Are they "ghosts" like themselves......

In an extremely strange atmosphere, Bai Xuan did not try to communicate with them, and his years of experience as a killer made him understand that he should not easily highlight his uniqueness, because being too conspicuous would mean death. As for ghosts, death may be the dissolution of the soul.

I've died once, but I don't want to disappear like this. Bai Xuan laughed at his cowardice in his heart.

On the surface, Bai Xuan's eyes were dull and expressionless, but in fact, he was always on guard against possible mutations, and in Bai Xuan's world, there was never a place that was absolutely safe.

More and more people have come, and it has slowly become a team......

Bai Xuan restarted the timer. The previous memories included everything from birth to death, like a bystander, as if he had watched a movie starring him, but the mood was different, there was a faint open-minded mentality, and the heart watered by cold and blood also had a ray of sunshine.

I have become quite patient, Bai Xuan sighed, it has been two and a half days since the timer again, except that the light and shadow are still slowly increasing, there is no change......

Up to now, Bai Xuan was basically sure that everyone, including himself, was going to the same place, because the person who had been far away from him was now side by side with him......

And while walking, he also saw a person appear in front of him out of thin air and join the team.

"O new dead. Bai Xuan complained.

When Bai Xuan was still a normal person, the ...... When he was not a mercenary, he was just a normal teenager, he had nothing to do to play games, browse websites, and vomit, until the accident happened, which completely changed his life, and twenty years of killing, blood, made him unable to go back to the past......

It can be said that this death and miraculous experience made him like a new life, let go of the past, and gradually gained the vitality of a young man...... Well, young and middle-aged people to be exact...... Bai Xuan is already in his thirties......

The marching procession came to an abrupt halt.

As if an invisible hand was manipulating, the team converged into a phalanx...... A little fluorescence from each person, connected together, makes the vision a lot brighter.

It's a wonderful feeling, and although you can move yourself, you have to go to a fixed place. Bai Xuan was forced to stand in line, because the formation was very dense, and the figures could not see far between them, so he no longer bothered to look around, "It's nothing more than coming to the end, let's go over in a team, what is there? reincarnation? completely dissipate?" The loneliness of too long after death made him habitually say what he thought in his heart.

The facts also verified his speculation, the group of people on his left side walked away, and next, it was Bai Xuan's turn.

Leaving the phalanx and gradually walking away, Bai Xuan found that the ground under his feet, which was like a black mirror, suddenly turned into land......

Before he could be surprised, a white light suddenly appeared in front of him, and Bai Xuan's eyes that had adapted to the darkness instantly shed tears.

Without waiting for his eyes to recover, Bai Xuan immediately turned around and squinted at the team behind him—walking in a bright light, and there was nothing else......

Is there a sudden light, or is it something else...... Bai Xuan thought in his heart, the change of the ground and the appearance of light were almost synchronous, and everywhere he could see behind him was land, so it was possible, no, it was very likely that he had gone to another space......

Soon Bai Xuan didn't have to think about it, because a river appeared in front of him, as well as a three-story bridge......

"This rhythm, this is the Nai He Bridge, then this is the Lethe River......

Under Bai Xuan's gaze, one by one the souls scooped up and drank with a bowl by the pool by the bridge, but there was no guidance similar to Meng Po, everything here is like a perfect program, everything happens naturally, and the bridge has three layers and three colors, it just so happens that Bai Xuan has some understanding of this, in addition to killing people to make money, he also specializes in reincarnation, although he doesn't believe it......

Nai Ho Bridge. The bridge is divided into three layers, the upper layer is red, the middle layer is yellow, and the bottom layer is black. The lower the level, the more dangerous it becomes, and it is full of lonely ghosts and ghosts who cannot be reincarnated. When we are born, those who do good deeds go up to the upper level, those who do good and evil go to the middle level, and those who do evil go to the lower level.

However, Bai Xuan didn't care about any of this, because at this time, his eyes were already fixed on the inconspicuous small waterhole in front of the bridge......

"Meng Po...... Soup!" these three words echoed infinitely in my mind. Is this the end, Bai Xuan's expression was very distorted, he had obviously decided to die, why was he still unwilling...... He shouted in his heart.

Soon, Bai Xuan followed the team to the front of the bridge, and suddenly his expression changed, as if he had made up his mind, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and he raised his hand to tidy up his collar, but his body came to the waterhole uncontrollably.

The whole waterhole is a huge ink-colored jade hollowed out in the middle, which looks spotless, but the cyan porcelain bowl by the pool looks a little worn.

"Hehe, the water is so clear, I don't have the consciousness of being a soup at all!" Bai Xuan muttered inarticulately, as if he couldn't resist the complaint of fate......

"Oh, that's right, what about Sanshengshi and Wangxiangtai, have they abandoned you?" it was hard to imagine that he would taunt Meng Potang......

But before he could say more, he picked up the porcelain bowl and scooped up the water very smoothly, and drank it all.

"Sure enough, at the last moment, the body was completely uncontrollable, and it was inevitable to drink Meng Po soup......" This was Bai Xuan's last thought.

After his consciousness dissipated, Bai Xuan's body acted on his own and stepped onto the Nai He Bridge, like a walking corpse, stepping into the lowest layer, which should be inevitable for him who bathes in blood every day.

The black pattern on the bridge deck is extremely dark, and a crimson aura rises on the surface of the water, enveloping the lower level of the bridge closest to the river. But fortunately, there are no wild ghosts in the record, perhaps the historical record is wrong, because here, except for the souls waiting to be reincarnated, there are no other existences, such as Meng Po and Yin Bing......

There was no danger of walking across the bridge, but at the end of the bridge were three spaces like black holes, exuding a palpitating atmosphere, and the souls of the peers walked into different black holes, and the unconscious Bai Xuan did not hesitate, and walked straight to the largest space in the middle...... Gone in this world......