There is a peak on the top of life and death. The name is quite funny, called "Ahhhhh".

There are many sayings about the origin of this name. The most common one is that it is because of the steep peak that people often fall down accidentally, so they are named "Ahhhhh".

But Mo Ran knew it was not.

The peak is towering into the clouds, and the apes are sad. The top of the mountain is covered with snow all year round, and it is extremely cold. If someone dies on the top of life and death, the coffin will stop here, waiting for the funeral.

Mo Ran only came here once in his previous life.

That time, it was not much different from the current situation. It was also after the crack of the Invincible Hell that a bloody battle took away countless lives, and Shi Mei also died. He was unwilling to accept this reality, so he knelt on the edge of Shi Mei's coffin, looking at the man's face in the ice coffin, and kneeling for many days...

"The reason I called ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"I only have one brother. The top of life and death was created by the two of us. But your father... he looks like you, he is a very willful person. After enjoying Qingfu for a few days, he was probably tired of it. He missed a battle with evil spirits and left."

The Frost Heaven Palace was too cold. Xue Zhengyong brought a pot of soju, stuffed himself, and handed the sheepskin wine bag to Mo Ran.

"Give you some drinks, but don't tell your aunt."

Mo Ran did not go to pick it up or move.

Xue Zhengyong sighed: "This peak is called ahhhh, because during those days, I felt very uncomfortable. My heart seemed to be dug out. I was guarding your father on the mountain. When I thought of the sadness, I couldn't help crying loudly. I cried badly, and I always howled, so there was this name."

He glanced at Mo Ran and patted the other person on the shoulder.

"My uncle hasn't read a few days ago, but he also knows that life is like morning dew, and there will be no shadow in the blink of an eye. Just think Mingjing is one step ahead and be a brother in the next life."

Mo Ran slowly closed his eyes.

Xue Zhengyong said: "You are just empty talk. If you are sad, you will cry. If you don't want to leave, just spend more time with him. But you have to eat and drink water. Go to Mengpotang to eat something later and come back. Then you have to kneel down and I won't stop you."

The Frost Sky Palace is silent. In the huge cold room, white silk sways gently, like gentle fingers brushing across the forehead.

Mo Ran slowly opened his eyes.

It is still the kind of ice coffin in my memory, made of Kunlun Xuanxue, and the body of the coffin is crystal clear and lingering with silky cold air.

The person who was just lying inside was Chu Wanning.

Mo Ran said nothing that he would have thought that in this life, Chu Wanning would be the one who died in this crack.

He was a little caught off guard and couldn't even react.

Facing this man's cold body, there was not much fluctuation, there was no joy of death of his enemy, nor the sorrow of his master's death.

Mo Ran looked at Chu Wanning with a little doubt, and he lowered his eyes for a long time. The man's face was thinner and colder than usual. Now it was really covered with a layer of frost. Even his close eyelashes were covered with ice. His lips were blue and white, and his skin was almost transparent. You could see the light blue blood vessels, like fine clefts on white porcelain.

How could it be him who left?

Mo Ran raised his hand and touched Chu Wanning's cheeks. The tentacles were very cold.

Going down the throat and neck, no pulsation.

Get it again.

He held his hand, his knuckles were already a little stiff, but they felt very rough.

Mo Ran felt strange. Although Chu Wanning had small calluses on his fingertips, his palms were always soft and delicate. He couldn't help but look carefully, but he saw cracked and broken scars. Although they had been wiped, the wound would never heal again, and the flesh was still turning open.

He remembered what Xue Meng said.

"He has lost his spiritual power and is no different from that of a mortal. He can no longer use magic or can no longer pass the sound. He can only carry you on his back and climb to the top of life and death step by step..."

I couldn't hold on anymore, couldn't stand up, crawled on the ground, kneeled, and dragged until my fingers were worn and my hands were covered with blood.

I'll take him home too.

Mo Ran murmured in a daze: "Did you carry me back?"

“…”

"Chu Wanning, is it you..."

“…”

"If you don't nod, I won't believe it." Mo Ran said to the person in the coffin, his face was calm, as if he believed that the person in front of him would really wake up, "Chu Wanning, nod, I believe you, I don't hate you anymore... Nodding, okay?"

But Chu Wanning still lay down like that, with a dull expression and cold eyebrows, as if Mo Ran hated him, and he didn't care at all. He asked for a clear conscience to keep others worried in the world.

This person is a person who is alive or dead, and is far more painful than a person who is hurt.

Mo Ran suddenly sneered: "That's right." He said, "When have you heard me?"

He looked at Chu Wanning and suddenly felt it was ridiculous.

He has always hated Chu Wanning for looking down on him, and hated Chu Wanning for not saving his master back then.

After going around, this hatred lasted for more than ten years, but one day someone told him-

"Chu Wanning turned around and left at that time, because he didn't want to drag you down."

Suddenly someone told him-

"The barrier is twins, and he is the same if you suffer any serious injuries."

His spiritual current was exhausted, he was unable to protect himself, he...

OK, it's really great. Chu Wanning is right in everything, what about him?

Keeping in the dark, I knew nothing like a fool, I was fooled around like a clown, grinning and dying for so long.

What is it?!

If this kind of thing is short-lived, it is like a piece of dirty sticking on the wound when it heals. It is discovered in time, and it is best to clean it off and apply the plaster again.

But if a misunderstanding lasts for ten or twenty years, the people trapped in the net have devoted a long hatred, long care, long bonds, and even life to this misunderstanding.

These emotions have scabbed and grown into new flesh and are completely blended with the body.

Suddenly someone said, "It's not like this, everything is wrong."

So what should we do now? The dirty and dirty things that were back then have grown under the skin and born in blood with the years.

That is to tear apart the intact flesh to relieve the past.

A misunderstanding for a year is a misunderstanding.

Ten years of misunderstanding is an injustice.

And a lifetime misunderstanding from birth to death is fate.

They have a poor fate.

The thick stone door of the Frost Sky Palace slowly opened.

Just like in his previous life, Xue Zhengyong carried a sheepskin wine bag full of soju wine and walked heavily to Mo Ran, sitting on the ground, comparing with him.

"I heard that you are here, and my uncle is here to accompany you."

Xue Zhengyong's leopard eyes were also red, indicating that he had just cried not long ago.

"Come and accompany him."

Mo Ran didn't say anything, Xue Zhengyong unscrewed the wine pot, took several sips, then stopped suddenly, wiped his face hard, and forced a laugh and said, "I used to drink, but Yuheng was always unhappy when I saw it. Now... Oh, forgot, I won't say it anymore, I won't say it anymore. I'm not old, but the old friends I sent away one by one. Ran'er, do you know what this feels?"

“…”

Mo Ran drooped his eyes.

Xue Zhengyong also asked him this question in his previous life.

At that time, he only had the flesh and blood of Shi Mei's withering, so what was the life and death of others? He didn't understand, nor did he want to understand.

But now, how could he not understand?

Before rebirth, he was alone, and he was the only one left in the huge Wushan Palace.

One day, he woke up from his shallow sleep and dreamed of studying under Yuheng's disciples in the past. After waking up, he deliberately went back to his bedroom and took a look. But when he pushed the door open, the narrow disciple's room had been deserted for a long time, and the walls were covered with dust.

He saw a small incense burner overturning to the ground, but he didn't know who overturned it or when it was overturned. He picked up the incense burner and subconsciously wanted to put it back to its original position.

But time is rushing, and he is holding the small furnace and is suddenly stunned.

"Where did this stove be placed?"

He doesn't remember it.

The falcon-like eyes flashed past the crouching behind him, but those people all had blurred faces, and he couldn't even tell who was called Zhang San and who was called Li Si.

And they naturally didn't know where the incense burner that Emperor was when he was young was placed in the room.

"Where did this stove be placed?"

He didn't remember, but those who could remember such past events were dead and scattered.

How could Mo Ran not understand Xue Zhengyong’s feelings at this time?

"Sometimes I suddenly think of a joke from my youth, and I unconsciously say it, but I find that there is no one who can understand this joke."

Xue Zhengyong took another sip of wine and lowered his head to smile.

"Your father, those comrades in the past... your master..."

He broke light and asked, "Ran'er, do you know why this peak is called ahhh?"
To be continued...