i am your dog

The undead has only three chances to be tried, and this is his last.

Bai Yang watched the foreground materialize into chaos, and the voice of the old man sounded at this moment.

"How did you die?"

"Where's Meng Zifan?"

This is the trial court, and the judge will not chat with him, especially if this person is old and immortal.

The sky thunder fell on Bai Yang's back, and Bai Yang fell heavily to the ground.The hair was grabbed and pulled up violently, "He stayed where he should be. Answer me, how did you die?"

The old man was anxiously waiting for the result, this time Bai Yang was sure that even he didn't know the cause of his death.But so what?He couldn't let Meng Zifan ignore him.

"Burned to death? I am the heir of Bai Qiyun, right?"

His body did not become transparent, and there was no light guiding him towards Wangchuan.

"Wrong!" Lao Bushi strangled Bai Yang's throat angrily, as if trying to pinch his throat completely. "Obviously I remembered it, why is it still wrong, how did you die? How did you die?!"

Bai Yang was violently thrown back to the ground, and Laobushi suddenly disappeared, as if destroyed by something in an instant. There was still light blue light floating in the air, interweaving into a gauze to cover the entire sky.

Bai Yang closed his eyes and leaned against the ground, thinking about what was wrong with him and who he was.

A crisp copper bell rang, and he heard someone shouting, Soul Guixi... Soul Guixi... Soul Guixi...

Bai Yang felt that his consciousness was completely scattered, and it was carried on every speck of dust.He saw Meng Jiafan knelt in front of his mother, begging in pain, holding his purple arms.Meng Yunfan couldn't bear to turn his face away, watching the lightning and thunder outside the window.

No one can save each other.

In the wind and rain, Meng Zifan stabbed into Meng Jiafan's body expressionlessly while holding the knife face, and the rain quickly washed away the blood under Meng Jiafan's body.Meng Shenfan raised a parrot that flapped its wings and fell from the sky.

Meng Zifan trembled when he heard Meng Jiafan calling his brother in a low voice, his eyes slowly drooped.He staggered to his feet, his collar wet with tears and rain.

He stumbled away, fell into the mire again, and was pitifully embarrassed.

No one can comfort him at this time.

"Master Zifan, I have worked here for half my life. If you let me go now, where should I go?" Under the dim light, Bai Qiyun helped him pick up the bamboo pen that fell on the ground, "Master, you treat me like your own father. I won't go, and I can't go... If I do have to go, you'll be completely ruined..."

"Bai... Yang..." Mencius wrote these two words on rice paper.He folded the rice paper and threw it into the stove, "Grandpa, if I have an afterlife, I will use this name..."

"Master..."

"Perhaps for a person like me, even the afterlife is a delusion?"

"Look, am I writing these words correctly, Bai Yang? Good is rewarded with good and evil is rewarded with evil. It's not that you don't repay, it's that the time has not yet come."

In the darkness, someone crouched in the gap holding a small piece of broken glass and talking to himself.

"I don't think I did the right thing at all, but you say... can I regret it?"

"Sinful people will go to eighteen levels of hell, they will not be reincarnated, and it will be difficult for them to be reborn forever... I don't know if someone will come to hell to see me in tens of thousands of years..."

"Mother bought Jiafan a new dress, do you think she can get it if you burn it to her?"

"Brother, don't come into my room without knocking again, go back to your room to read. Hey, my pen!"

"I dreamed about my mother, she was...pretty..."

"Shen Fan, throw away the doll!!!"

"I was wrong...I regret it too...but I had no choice..."

"elder brother!"

In the darkness, Meng Zifan suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the person who was exactly like him beside him. There was no trace of human warmth on his indifferent face, just like himself in the eyes of the world.

"Master, please let Shen Fan go, he is still a child!"

"Old Bai pulled her away."

"Madam..." "Master!" "Mom!"

The chaotic world was divided by a crisp mother, and Shen Fan was thrown back into the stove by Meng Yuan, leaving only a scream of pain in the closed space.

Darkness... Only the bells are striking...

"Who? Are you back, young master?"

Mencius Fan walked past him holding a torch, behind him was an unquenchable flame.

"Master..."

Bai Qiyun smiled in relief after calling him one last time, leaning against the wall with tears in his eyes.

Mencius Fan died a long time ago, and what came back was a ghost who came for revenge.

28 years of nurturing grace in exchange for a fire to return to the soil after death.This night, damn it, not damn it, everything was reduced to ashes.They are blocked by a door that can never be pushed open. Outside the door is the warmth and coldness of the world, and inside the door is endless hell.

Mencius Fan sat in his room as usual.It's just that the younger siblings won't knock on his door again, and the elder brother won't come to bring him snacks again. The old housekeeper who dressed him late at night collapsed at the end of the corridor and was sent to the most luxurious room.

Meng Yuan's concubine spent her whole life screaming, and her beloved clothes drew fire to her arms.

"Father, give it back to me."

A normal home, loved ones, mother.He had already forgotten what to ask Meng Yuan for, but let Meng Yuan slowly suffer from the flames.

The team of expelling the undead returned from the first seven went back and forth between the first floor and the second floor. Everyone was almost burned to the bone, and their words were no longer clear.

Meng Zifan looked at his ugly body, covered his eyes with his blackened hand bones, as if he couldn't see anything.

There was the sound of Xiaosi running in a hurry outside. Mencius Fan couldn't hear what he was calling. This world is too noisy, full of the mournful cries of the undead.

Meng Shenfan didn't come that night, neither did Meng Jiafan, nor did Meng Yunfan...nor.

The screen behind him finally couldn't bear the erosion of the flames, pierced through his body and hit the chair, Meng Zifan lowered his arms and smiled.He watched the deportation team jump out of the window one by one, and smashed their brains on the ground.Then they would come back with their shaky heads and walk through every corner of the building again.

No one goes out from here, but everyone who comes in dies.

In my impression, Meng Jiafan's crying has not stopped since he was four or five years old. At this time, it was mixed with the music of the team, and there were also innocent people's sex, cursing and lamenting.

A Pyro came in staggeringly, leaning against the door frame, with a smile that shouldn't have been scary on his unrecognizable face.She saw Meng Zifan and waved to him, "Come here, Zifan, mom hugs you..."

Meng Yuan, who had never known temperance, married her as his regular wife, replacing his longing for his dead wife.It turns out that he can also distinguish between good and evil in people.

Meng Zifan looked at her absent-mindedly and walked over.

"There's one more...alive..."

The flames take the life of the last man.The light of dawn shines on Mencius Fan through the window sash.Holding a mirror in his hand, he looked at the "person" who was exactly like himself, and gently put his hand on it, and the person in the mirror responded to him in the same way, as if he was finally not alone.I just don't know if the person in the mirror can understand the emotion of the tear that fell on the mirror.

No resplendent food embellishments.There was a charred black corpse beside Bai Yang.Looking around, he returned to the room where he had originally changed.Funeral horns sounded from time to time outside the door, and the cries of a group of people gradually faded away.Bai Yang didn't know who was crying.

He opened the door carefully, and the girl's cries were intermittent, but he didn't find it scary.He walked through each room, thinking of Meng Zifan sitting in front of the screen with a brush and smiling lightly, the body of his brother Meng Yunfan was ups and downs in the boiling water, Meng Jiafan's body was divided into several parts and put into dolls and filled the room. Every inch of land, Meng Shenfan squatted on the stairs and asked him in a low voice, little brother, does it hurt, can Fan Er blow it to you?

Maybe Meng Shenfan had been a little schizophrenic since he was a child, that's why Meng Yuan, who didn't understand medicine, thought he was stained with something unclean and punched him.But he couldn't guess that a father raised his daughter just to marry her.

Meng Yunfan's room is neat and tidy, and there is a family photo on the table.Except for the elders, the children laughed far-fetchedly. This is what Meng Yuan owed them, and he could never make up for it in his life.

Bai Yang thought, in fact, from the very beginning, no one except Mencius Fan's family could see him.He followed the team and went upstairs and downstairs over and over again.Once again he saw Mencius Fan standing at the end of the corridor holding a torch.Mencius Fan has already died, but he is just revenge for the injustice of the world like a ghost.He was looking forward to going to hell earlier, and that was his end.

Meng Zifan stood in front of the last charred corpse.He wanted a clean cloth to wrap the once beautiful woman, but he forgot that he had nothing.No one in the world cares about it, no one misses it.

He trembled blankly, afraid of being alone, but already alone.So even if it is death, he is reluctant to leave the person he created. He hopes that there will be someone who will remember him, remember his good and bad.

"Mencius Fan..." Bai Yang's arms hugged Meng Zifan loosely.The same face, the same surname as the elder he respects.The old man repeatedly made foul hints to him, but forgot to tell him that Bai Qiyun had no children in his life.

He is just another self that Meng Zifan fantasized about the old man's guilt and his own loneliness.

So he never died because he was never born.

The old wall clock in Meng Yuan's bedroom made a heavy knocking sound.The person he wanted to hug scattered into thousands of white lights in the long night, and disappeared quickly while illuminating the room, leaving nothing behind.

The ravages of burning flames became the only support for the entire building, and Bai Yang could no longer tell what these unrecognizable things were.

Bai Yang went down the stairs to the first floor. There was no door in this building, and it was a gray sky outside.The old house has long been demolished and turned into a residential building, only one survived in the cracks.He slowly opened the door, and the chains on the wall a few steps away ran through the body of a sleeping person.

Mencius Fan won, but he died.

Bai Yang touched the heavy necklace around his neck, a cross necklace, and a black and white dress.The old man didn't show up, but he became the next judge in a daze.

Bai Yang put Meng Zifan down and hugged him.From the moment he was attacked by Meng Yuan, Meng Zifan no longer existed.Whether it was him who was controlled by the old immortal or someone else who lived with him afterwards, it was not the dead end who would erase his memory and accompany him back to his sins if he disagreed with him.

Trying to warm Mencius Fan's bloodless wrist with his hand, the slender wound will never heal again.He picked him up, and the world was no longer outside the door.

Mencius Fan is very smart, both he and Bai Yang are Mencius Fan, everyone has the right to live, so he finally forced Bai Yang to become Mencius Fan.But he also asked him, "Who are you?" It was Bai Yang, a person, a person who existed independently in Meng Zifan's eyes.

The undead who linger in the world know that Bai Yang never settled down in the underworld.He wanders along the river of forgetfulness with his lover, dreaming that one day he will forget everything.He would stand in front of the window of the old building and yell at the people below, "Buy me an early breakfast, and egg-filled pancakes!"

Perhaps the sleeping lover at that time would wait in front of the door with the five dollars deducted by Doke and breakfast.

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In the last chapter of the trajectory, who guessed Bai Yang?