I cried, came into this world, and then smiled and left this world. otbnkotgt In fact, people in this life.
But it's just between crying and laughing As it grew darker, I closed my eyes, and the last thing I heard was the thump of myself hitting the ground, and the last thing I felt was a tingling pain in my chest.
Seeing me fall to the ground, the dragon king looked at me silently, kept looking at me like this, but did not speak, slowly closed his eyes, raised his head, and whispered: "It's all over, if you can see all this, then I can only say to you, I'm sorry." ” The dragon qi dispersed, the golden light flickered, and the dragon king turned into a golden dragon and disappeared into the dark sky with a roar.
Xun Che in the distance rushed wildly.
When he rushed to my side, he was stunned and stood beside me in a daze.
"How's it going?"
Chu Qiao asked as he ran, and when he rushed to Xun Che's side with a group of people, he looked down, and the whole person was also stunned, and muttered in a low voice: "How can this be?"
In front of them, a huge hole was pierced in my chest, and my entire heart was gone.
Where will my soul drift to?
My consciousness began to become more and more blurred, and after the person's soul came out of the body, it would enter a period of intense sleepiness, and then the consciousness began to blur, if there was a very strong resentment in my heart.
In the midst of confusion, you will gradually wake up, and your consciousness will be wrapped in anger and hatred, and you will become a ghost.
If you don't have enough resentment in your heart, you will be completely confused and wander around as a ghost or a ghost.
I actually don't hate this world, I don't hate the Dragon King, I don't actually have too much nostalgia, but I have a lot of sorry, I'm sorry for the old man Qixing.
I'm sorry for the care of my bitter mother-in-law over the years, and I'm sorry for the group of brothers who used to follow me.
The darkness around me is getting thicker and thicker, and the fog-like darkness completely envelops me, and I can't see a way out, so be it, whether it's resentment against me, or hatred for Wanjialin, it's all over.
But at this moment, a hand grabbed me, and I was stunned.
The falling body suddenly stopped.
When I looked up, I saw a man in a black coat with a face that could not be seen clearly standing in front of me.
"Who are you?"
I asked in a low voice.
"A friend."
His voice was soft and warm, and then he pulled me up little by little, and the warmth from the palm of my hand made my soul feel reassured, and I slowly came out of the dark vortex and landed in a small bamboo forest.
"This is where I should have died" I muttered.
"Do you want to die so much?"
He sat on a rock, and although he couldn't see his face clearly, he could hear a slight smile in his voice.
It was only then that I looked at the man in front of me, dressed in a black robe, with a strange wooden mask over his face, on which was painted a face that seemed to be smiling.
"Who the hell are you, I've just been killed, and now it's supposed to be a soul" I looked at my hands, then at my body, and completely changed, no longer a flesh-and-blood body, no longer a powerful muscle, but a gray soul body like a faint mist, I have seen many such gray mists in the past many years, it just means that I am dead.
"If I have to ask, I should be a person who communicates yin and yang, I live in dreams, shuttle through everyone's dreams, constantly watch everyone's memories, constantly touch everyone's memories, well, that's pretty much it.
Just call me a wooden man, haha. ” He laughed again as he spoke, I frowned, and whispered: "Although the wooden man doesn't know who you are, I still thank you for saving me, but although I have regained consciousness, my body is gone, and there is only such a soul left, so it is no different from death." ” I smiled wryly and tried to sit down, but the soul body floated up inexplicably.
"Well, that's not necessarily."
He whispered, and I was stunned and looked strangely at the strange man in front of me, who called himself the Wood Man.
"If you can pay a little price, I can do you a favor, I can make your soul planeswalk, back in time, back to the moment before you were killed."
I was taken aback by what he said, and it wasn't a joke to travel back in time to the moment before I was killed.
"You won't be the Supreme Treasure, is it possible that you still have the Moonlight Treasure Box in your hand to travel through time and space, and this practice is too unrealistic."
I said with a smile, with a look of disbelief on my face, but I couldn't deny that my heart had moved.
"It doesn't matter if you believe it or not, anyway, you only have your soul left, why don't you try it, if you fail, at most your soul will be scattered, but if you succeed, then you have another chance to live, isn't it?"
The wooden man was not thrilled by my questioning, and still said calmly.
I pondered for a moment and then nodded and said, "What do you need me to do?"
The wooden man pulled out a small black stone from his waist, which looked a bit like coal, but gave off a dull black light.
"There is a pond in the depths of this bamboo forest, wash this little stone with the water in the pool, and bring it back to me, and I will be able to shuttle you back to the past."
He stretched out his hand, and I glanced back at the misty bamboo forest, which looked peaceful, but I didn't know how many dangers were hidden under this tranquility.
"You have the ability to travel back in time, why don't you go yourself" I asked, confused.
"Young man, there are some questions you shouldn't ask, and I won't answer them, if you want to, take this stone from me, if you don't want to, then forget it, you can stay here, live for a hundred years, live a thousand years, anyway, the soul body doesn't need food and water."
When he had finished speaking, he said no more, and without much hesitation, I strode up and took the black stone from his hand, which was only half the size of a palm, and was cold.
"Just follow this road and go inside, you don't need to turn around" He pointed to the path in the bamboo forest, I nodded and pinched the stone and walked towards the depths of the bamboo forest, and after I left, the man in the wooden mask whispered, "Oh, I forgot to mention that there is an amazing monster in this bamboo forest" I pinched the black stone and floated forward slowly, and for the first time I felt the feeling of not having to walk, but floating, a very wonderful way to move forward, as if I could fly.
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The surroundings are very quiet, the fog in the bamboo forest is very thick, I can only see the road within three or four steps in front of me, there is no movement, and there is no sound, the mountain road seems to be very long, I walked for nearly an hour before I saw the vague end of the mountain road behind the white fog.
Speed up, although I don't know the identity of the wooden man, and I don't know if its so-called time travel is true, but a dead horse is a live horse doctor, I have already become a soul, and I am afraid of what to do with this Walked to the end of the mountain road, behind the white fog can see a small pool, square, length and width are only three or four meters away, white rocks for the edge, the pool water is slightly glowing green, but very quiet, there is not a trace of ripples, there is no wind around, the water surface is like a large mirror, I looked around, there are several broken statues standing, the heads have been cut off, but look at the remnants of the statues, it seems to be some statues similar to samurai, because some statues are also carved with swords and battle armor.
I slowly walked to the edge of the pool, still very cautiously glanced at the pool, the not clear pool water can still reflect my face, put the black stone in the pool, the water is very cold, bone-chilling, I am originally a soul, the feeling becomes more exciting, the chill in the water directly acts on my soul, and I shiver all over the cold.
Rubbing the surface of the stone constantly, I noticed that the black stone began to be washed away little by little, and I could see that the white part was exposed under the black skin, but it was not like a white gem, but a milky white like milk, more like an opaque like a linden root.
The water was too cold, and I quickened my movements, but at this moment, a bad feeling welled up in my heart for no reason: