Mo Ran followed him upstairs in a daze, and made a squeaking sound on the disrepaired wooden stairs. He couldn't help asking, "You call him Mr. Chu?"

"Yes, he was sent by Yan Luo to take care of this building, and he is our elder."

“…”

Mo Ran didn't say anything, but he was a little surprised.

"Here." The masked man stopped, stopped in front of a half-moon-shaped arch on the second floor, and gently knocked on the faintly hidden vermilion door, "Mr. Chu, your old friend is here to find you."

I calmed down for a moment, then I remembered my gentle voice, like warm wine on the stove and soft hair on the pillow.

"An old friend? It's him again? I said, I don't want to see him again. You can let him go back."

The masked man coughed lightly: "No, Mr. Chu misunderstood, it's not him this time."

"Who else can it be?" said a moment of silence inside, "Forget it, please come in."

The warm pavilion is very elegant and clean, and the tables and chairs are even so simple that they are a little cold. However, the ground is covered with luxurious soft felt. Mo Ran walked in and half of his feet immediately penetrated it. There was also a pungent smell of wild beasts in the air. What was incompatible with this smell was the man who was trimming flowers by the window.

He was covered in long ink hair, white clothes and wide sleeves, and scarlet buds trembled slightly on his clear fingertips. Perhaps because of the usual rules of SF Express, he also wore a navy blue grimace mask on his face, with ferocious fangs and fierce eyes. But even such a mask on his face became inexplicably gentle.

He cut off the excess branches, put them together and threw them away, and then turned his head.

Mo Ran felt his throat dry. The conversation between the masked man and Chu Wanning just now made him confused and vaguely uneasy. He didn't know what this soul had lost. If Chu Wanning didn't remember him...

Just as he was thinking about this, the man put down the flower cuts and walked towards him.

Mo Ran felt a little panicked, and sweated softly on his vest.

"Master."

The man stopped, the distance was a little closer. Mo Ran seemed to laugh when he heard him.

"What master?" he said, "Did the young master recognize the wrong person?"

really……

Whatever you are afraid of is what you come.

Mo Ran's heart skipped a beat, and there seemed to be a huge rock in his chest, bringing him into the endless abyss. He stared at the man in front of him, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Seeing that he did not respond, the man covered his slender and fair hands on the mask and gently removed the thick and colorful face, revealing Zhang Qingjun's dignified face.

Mo Ran felt that the huge rock, which was heavy, disappeared in a flash.

He looked at the man who took off the mask in surprise, but without any doubt, and blurted out: "Chu Xun?"

No wonder the little master downstairs made the portrait wrong. Chu Xun and Chu Wanning looked eighty-slightly similar, but Chu Xun was gentle and Chu Wanning was cold. But only those who were extremely familiar could tell the difference between them.

For example, Mo Ran.

The man in front of him was Chu Xun, the young master of Lin'an City, whom he had seen in the illusion more than two hundred years ago, so he reported his name without thinking.

But the real Chu Xun had never seen him, so he was a little surprised and smiled and said, "... Do you really know me?"

Mo Ran was shocked.

How is that possible?

Now the soul-consciousness is in Chu Wanning's corpse, and the human soul is in the soul-guiding lamp. There should be only one earth soul left in the ghost world. How could Chu Wanning appear at the same time in two places?

Chu Xun said: "Anyway, one in the southeast and the other in the northeast, the young master went to search for it. If you look at it, maybe the compass was affected by some magic, so it was hard to say what you meant."

Mo Ran was very anxious. After thanking Chu Xun, he hurriedly left Shunfeng Tower and ran eastward.

After running for a long time, he suddenly encountered a fork in the road, and Mo Ran stopped suddenly.

Southeast or Northeast?

He held the soul-guiding lamp, feeling anxious, but after a while, he looked at the lantern in his hand that gathered the souls, and suddenly a vague and strange perception arose in his heart.

He followed this distant perception and walked in the narrow streets and alleys intersecting fields.

The more you move forward, the more obvious this feeling will be.

He even felt that Chu Wanning's earth soul was invisibly summoning the soul-guiding lamp in his hand, or calling him to walk to a place.

Mo Ran finally stopped in front of a two-story old wooden building.

"Sickness Hall."

He raised his head and glanced at the huge and heavy hanging plaque. The plaque was blowing all day long, and the black paint had peeled off. A large piece of color was lost on the red text, revealing the mottled and rotten wood below.

Mo Ran frowned, feeling that these three words made him very uneasy.

What does the sick soul mean?

Is it because of this reason that Chu Xun's compass failed?

He pushed open the door, stepped over the high threshold, and walked in.

He soon knew the answer.

There are hundreds of beds in the Sick Soul Museum, and there are some unconscious souls lying on them. More than a dozen ghosts wearing white masks shuttled through them and delivered spiritual energy to the Sick Soul Cabinet.

The so-called Sick Soul Hall is the medical hall in the ghost world.

Mo Ran found the ghost doctor in the innermost part who was coordinating the overall situation, bowed to him, and said, "Doctor, I want..."

The doctor was very busy and said impatiently: "Get medicine on the second floor, line up on the left to diagnose."

"What about looking for someone?"

"What are you looking for someone? Looking for someone?"

Mo Ran showed him the scroll: "Have the doctor ever seen this immortal king?"

The ghost doctor took the scroll and looked at it, then raised his head and looked at Mo Ran. Under the black mask hole, his eyes seemed to have some pity: "Your relative?"

"Yeah, yeah."

"He is damaged." The ghost doctor pointed to the stairs, "Lying in the innermost compartment upstairs. We cannot treat this disease, so we can only drag it. You can go and find him."

Mo Ran was shocked: "Is the earth soul damaged? How could it be damaged?"

"Who knows? The six realms of reincarnation are extremely painful. Maybe his soul was damaged when he was reincarnated a few times, but he has been practicing Taoism in this life, and maybe he has become possessed by the devil and hurt his soul. In short, it is not complete. Ask me whom I ask."

Mo Ran said anxiously: "Then...what will the damage to the earth soul affect?"

"Influence?" The ghost doctor thought for a while, "It's okay, after all, only one of the three souls is a little incomplete, and it cannot affect his reincarnation. If you want to tell me what's the real thing... maybe you will live shorter in your next life, have a worse luck, or have weaker body."

"..." Mo Ran was quite unwilling to accept it when he heard this, but he was helpless, so he had to thank the ghost doctor first and walked upstairs.

The layout of the upper head is not as compact and compact as the bottom, making it breathless.

Perhaps because the parked souls are all remnants that cannot be woken up by the Sick Soul Museum, they do not need too much care. There is only one medical officer sleeping idlely on the rattan chair in the hall to take a nap.

Mo Ran did not wake him up and walked straight inside.

In the huge space, there were only ten and twenty sickbeds, leaning against the rosewood window, pulling a plain screen between each other.

Silent everywhere.

The feet stepped on the floor and made a crisp creaking sound. Mo Ran's eyes fell on the innermost compartment, where there was a half-moon-shaped arch. Outside the arch was an open-air tower. The moonlight penetrated through the hanging thin gauze curtain, and the breeze swayed.

There were obviously more than twenty sick souls here, but for some reason Mo Ran had a strong perception.

Perhaps the soul-guiding lamp led him forward in the dark, and his heart was unparalleled, and he walked towards the innermost room and walked into the pure and hazy moonlit night.

He raised his hand and opened the curtain.

Chu Wanning's last lonely soul was indeed lying there. His eyes were closed and his face was very pale, which was so similar to the corpse parked in the Frost Sky Palace.

Even though he found him, even though he was reborn in his eyes, Mo Ran could not help but feel ache in his heart and a sore nose when he saw such a blood-stained and cold figure.

He walked over and placed the soul-guiding lamp at the head of the bed.

Then he sat down to Chu Wanning's bed, trying to gently hold the other party's cold hand.

But this residual soul is different from the previous human soul. Perhaps because of the severe loss, his spiritual body is actually nothing. Mo Ran's fingertips could not touch him, and he passed through the phantom of Chu Wanning's earth soul and fell on the white mattress.

Because of this nothingness, Mo Ran felt bitter and heart-wrenching loss.

If there is a slight mistake, if the sinful master has not appeared, if Chu Wanning's soul is broken more, if the master is discouraged and lazy, he will not meet in heaven and earth...

He lowered his body, and knew that he could not hold back Chu Wanning's forehead, but he still couldn't help it. He closed his eyes, as if he was about to embrace the ethereal earth soul, and leaned on the mat.

"Master."

He overlaps with his dead soul, and the moonlight shines, regardless of you and me.

Mo Ran sighed and sighed, but his heart felt bitter and heavy.

He had seen Chu Wanning's body, Chu Wanning's human soul, and now he saw this sick earth soul again. Every time he saw one, he felt different. He knelt down in front of the body, and his sins and guilt almost tear him apart. He confessed in front of the human soul, holding hands and begging Chu Wanning to come back.

And the earth soul.

He tried to embrace each other, but couldn't catch anything or touch anything. He suddenly felt endless panic in his heart, and he felt that this was the ending he deserved.

He was full of resentment and sin, and his hands were full of blood. What kind of virtue could he be with his old friends again and never be separated?

Mo Ran closed his eyes, his eyelashes seemed a little wet, soaking the thin pillow.

I once thought God treated him with little care, but now it seems like a joke. It turns out that God treated him with great care, but his heart is too weak, and everything is dark.
To be continued...