It's a dream.

The Immortal Lord opened his eyes and found himself standing in a vast field. The clouds were scarlet and pressed low and within reach. There were lush reeds growing around him, floating and sinking, and the sounds of silences echoed among the reeds. Some were laughing and some were crying. The sounds were very light, like a gauze tent brushing across his fingers, and the touch was like water.

He walked forward and startled the deep blue fireflies deep in the reed flowers. Then he saw a magnificent and peaceful river, which was magnificent than any big river I had seen before, but the flow rate was extremely slow.

There were a few small boats floating far away from the river, and the singing of the ferryman floated in distant places: "I entered the thunder abyss, and my limbs were all mud-mouthed. My skull fell into the vast sky, and my eyes were fermented and dried and crushed into dust. Eat my heart, the red ants were brilliant. Pecked my belly, the vultures were vast... The soul came back... The soul came back..."

Only the soul comes back, yesterday is like flowing water.

He seemed to have been here, when?

The Immortal Lord looked around and saw everything in front of him so familiar, but if he thought about it carefully, his mind was empty again.

"Hey, you."

Suddenly someone spoke behind him.

He turned around suddenly, but saw nothing but Liuying.

The voice was hazy and illusory: "You go forward and I'm right in front of you."

Although it was annoying to be directed by someone to do things, he still couldn't help but walk into the depths of the reeds flying with a calm face.

Soon, he saw a dilapidated mill, with broken wood and tiles tiles in the weedy courtyard. At the center of the courtyard, a man sat on the pitch-black graphite, with his back facing him and looking at the sky.

"Who are you?"

When the man heard his voice, he did not look back immediately, but sighed: "I may be someone who is leaving."

"Go? Where to go?" He asked slightly bipolar without waiting for the man to answer, "Where is this?"

"On the other side of the soul," the man said, "Did you see that river? Take a bamboo raft and follow the waves all the way to the underworld."

“…”

"It takes seven or eight years to reincarnate. When you enter the door, you will have a guard with a lesion flowing out of your intestines to measure your life's merits and demerits. Those who have deep sins will directly escort the eighteen levels of hell." Speaking of these afterlife, the man's tone was still gentle and gentle, as if he was reliving some old things.

"The first floor is called Nanke Township. There is a poor scholar selling paintings inside. But he should be endless now. I later burned a lot of paper money for him. There is also an old man selling wontons. Walking inside, you will encounter a palace, which was built by the fourth prince of the ghost world. By the way, there is also a Shunfeng Building..."

"It's a mess." The Immortal Lord interrupted him impatiently, "What the hell do you want to say?"

The man was quiet for a while and suddenly asked, "Taixianjun, are you afraid of death?"

The Immortal Lord sneered: "What's there to be afraid of?"

"I thought so before," the man said, "so, I chose to commit suicide by taking poison. I once thought I had nothing to ask for in the world and I was not afraid of death."

After a pause, the man lowered his head.

"But I don't want to leave now. He is still in the world, and I can't let him go."

After saying this, the man gently jumped down from the graphite, and from the dark shadow, he walked around the clear moonlight. The wind on the other side of the Soul River blew, and the fluffy was blurred for a moment, and the fireflies gathered and dispersed.

The expression of the immortal king changed slightly: "...is it you?"

Mo Ran walked towards him, his heart was empty, with a black hole with a leaking air. His eyebrows and eyes were relaxed, his nose was high, and Zhou Zheng's face seemed so heroic. He was almost the same as when he saw the first time in Jiaoshan, but at this moment he seemed much more calm, and he no longer had the confusion and fear he had at that time.

"Why are you..."

"As you see, I'm not a living person."

“…”

"But for some reason, I don't seem to be very similar to others. The first seven has passed, but there is no black and white impermanence to lead me into the underworld. I have been wandering here."

The Immortal Lord narrowed his eyes slightly.

"You don't have to be nervous. My spirit core is in your body, so I naturally can't live." Mo Ran turned his eyes to the vast soul river and said softly, "But I don't want to leave either... I want to go back."

Hearing that he said, the Immortal Lord was stunned at first, then raised his hand to stroke his chest. After a little silence, he suddenly twisted a slightly ferocious smile: "Is your spiritual core here in me? In other words... Hua Binan succeeded? He did it, I will be able to come and go freely soon, just--"

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Mo Ran.

Mo Ran turned his head and looked at him lightly: "Do you know who Hua Binan is?"

“…”

He walked towards the Immortal Lord, got closer, raised his fingers with white light scattered in the air, and gently tapped them between the Immortal Lord's eyebrows.

"Actually, it is useless if you tell me. He has tampered with you here, and he will eliminate many things that are unfavorable to him to manipulate you. However, since you still have a ray of soul-consciousness, you should remember some... Don't be so ignorant and rude to the mercy."

I don’t know why, but the moment Mo Ran touched him, the immortal king suddenly felt that the pain in his skull was unbearable, and scattered fragments seemed to pass by his eyes at a rapid speed.

"what you do?!"

Mo Ran didn't answer, but just held up his face, looked at him quietly, and sadly: "I'd love if you could know the truth of everything."

"you……"

"Even if I leave, I can leave with confidence."

The immortal lord gritted his teeth and said, "What the truth?! What a mess! Let me let me go!" As he said, he was furious and wanted to break free from Mo Ran's trap, but his strength seemed to be squandering on cotton wool, and the spells and legs passed through the translucent body of the man in front of him.

Mo Ran closed his eyes and sighed softly: "Do you know? I really want you to see my experience since I was reborn, and I want you to get all my memories."

"Maybe it's because my obsession is too deep that my soul is not being entrusted, and I can see you here."

He said, leaning forward, his forehead pressed against the forehead of the immortal king.

"Let's go back." He murmured softly, "Let yourself go."

Hearing these words that were too similar to those of Chu Wanning's death in his previous life, the immortal lord was shocked, but before his anger could be vented, blood was flashing in front of him.

He saw the Ghost Realm Sky Split again.

In that great disaster that changed his life, everyone was unable to take care of themselves and cried and shook the sky.

The Immortal Lord floated like a kite, wandering in the air, with people crying at their feet, smelly blood and broken limbs. He looked around, where is Shi Mei? Where is Shi Mei...

He couldn't find it, he couldn't find it, his heart was burning like fire and he was furious - suddenly, he stopped.

In the smoke of gunpowder, a familiar figure was moving. The immortal king flew over, and he was surprised to see that he was his youth. He was unconscious and dying.

What's wrong with this?

As if he answered him, when the picture changed, someone carried his broken body on his back and crawled hard in the sea of ​​blood.

Who is it?

Whose pair of flesh-and-blooded hands...

Who is the person who can't climb anymore but still refuses to let go and pull him tightly?

The Immortal Lord flew low and flew around the two people, he stared at the man who was covered in blood and had difficulty telling his face. In the end, he saw clearly, but he felt like he was killed by thunder.

"Chu Wanning..."

How is it possible...how is it possible!

There seemed to be someone whispering in his ears. Although the sound was far away, the man's anger was like a bayonet. He roared and drank: "The long-level blood has not yet ended, that is his way home!"

"The barrier is twins. How much injury you have suffered, he will be the same."

"How can you say he doesn't save you...How can you say he doesn't save you..."

Cold is generated throughout the body.

The Immortal Lord opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes red. He stared at Mo Weiyu in front of him and gritted his teeth and said, "What are you showing me?! So... it's ridiculous!"

He was filled with anger, but the eyes he met made him stunned.

Mo Ran stared at him, and his dark and quiet eyes were actually wet: "I have tried my best to hand over all my memories to you."

"Who wants to see what you have to do with him?! Who wants to know what happened since you were reborn! You live a life of silence, you let your teacher down... You are not the same as me!" He was almost furious, "Who wants you to take your own initiative? Get out of here!"

The anger that countless people were terrified of was not stirred up in Mo Ran's eyes.

Mo Ran looked at him with his eyes even pity. He stood in front of the immortal king, and suddenly a cluster of golden flames ignited from the corner of his robe. His empty body melted little by little in the flames, turning into fireflies.

"Actually, you don't need to say that, I should leave."

"I have given you all my memories with my soul power. I don't know what I will do in the end." Speaking of this, Mo Ran paused and smiled, "Maybe they would be unwilling to be reincarnated by the six realms of reincarnation, or they might be directly sentenced to Hell of Avici."

“…”

"Think of the best possible." Mo Ran said, "Maybe my soul can be integrated into your body with the spirit core."

He didn't care what he said before, but when he heard this, he suddenly frowned: "Don't even think about it!"

Mo Ran looked at him with a smile: "Are you afraid?"

"What's the terrible thing about me?" The Immortal Lord was greatly offended and narrowed his eyes, "But this body belongs to me, don't even think about occupying the magpie's nest!"

Mo Ran sighed: "You just don't want to accept some facts."

“…”

"You don't want to accept some truth that I have admitted but you turn a blind eye to it."

"Shut up!"

Mo Ran looked at him calmly, the phantom faded faster and faster, spreading to his waist, abdomen and chest... Before disappearing, he raised his hand and tried to touch the hair of the immortal king. But the immortal king seemed to be caught by some poisonous object, and took a step back with disgust.

Seeing him like this, Mo Ran just smiled. The golden light in his body was like a moth and headed for fire, and suddenly rushed towards the chest of the immortal king. But he felt that there was a familiar force in his body reviving, and the force was so fierce and hot, like a molten flow under a rock.
To be continued...