Liu Daosheng

The scene in front of them confused several people. What is the situation? Do you want to help find a lover?

"Guanguan Jujiu, in Hezhizhou, a fair lady, a gentleman is so good. Alas, Lin Lang, this is a poem you gave me. You once said that you would love me for the rest of your life, but why haven't you come back now? ?”

The woman looks longingly into the distance, she is waiting for the return of her lover.

"Hey, I wonder if the young masters downstairs are willing to help the little girl?" The girl suddenly lowered her head and spoke to the seven of them.

"!" This was the first time the people in the scene had a conversation with them, and the sudden question frightened them.

The seven people looked at me and I looked at you, not knowing whether to respond or not. Finally, under the suspicious eyes of the woman, the strong man spoke out.

"Well, that's fine. I don't know what the girl wants?" He tried his best to imitate the polite words of literati.

"Thank you, my lord. The little girl's husband has been away for several months, but he hasn't returned yet. The little girl just hopes that the young masters can help the little girl bring a letter to her husband, so that he can remember to report his safety."

After the woman finished speaking, she gently put down a piece of letter paper. The letter paper was made of yellow leather, and the handwriting on it was very beautiful. One could tell it was written by the woman at a glance.

There are only three sentences in the letter: looking forward to your return, thinking of your return, and waiting for Xianglou day and night.

"Okay, sure." The scholar carefully held the letter in his arms, "Let's go."

"Where are you going?" Pan Zhuo asked.

"I don't know, let's take a look around, maybe we will find it." The scholar shrugged and walked forward indifferently.

"..." Forget it and go.

The seven people left the attic and walked to the east. The east was barren. It seemed that there was only one attic here. They walked and walked, and finally saw the house in front of them, which was a ruined temple.

There are only these two houses in a few miles around. It is obvious that the woman's husband must be in the ruined temple.

The dilapidated temple is very simple, with dilapidated walls, and even the most basic shelter from the wind and rain can't be done. "Is there anyone?"

"Cough cough." There was a coughing sound in the ruined temple, and it sounded like a male voice.

The seven people came closer and saw a long-haired man in a long gown, who seemed to be very ill.

"Are you Mr. Lin?" Pan Ran asked.

"Yes, cough cough." He coughed and said, coughing loudly and in pain.

After confirming yes, you can send the letter, "This is a letter entrusted to us by your wife." The scholar handed the letter to the man, and watched the man take it tremblingly.

After the man took the letter and opened it, tears immediately fell down, "Ru'er...cough cough cough."

With the help of the scholar, the man began to reply to his wife. He tremblingly wrote a few sentences and handed it to the scholar, then he seemed to feel embarrassed and covered his head.

After receiving the letter, the seven left the ruined temple.

"Could it be that we have to walk back again, I'm so tired." The little girl rubbed her sore knees and pouted.

"Look, what's written in the letter?" Boss Hu was curious.

The scholar opened it and saw that there were two sentences in the letter: Ru'er, don't read it when you are at home, as your husband will return in no time.

"Back in a moment? How far is this ruined temple from that attic? And he is still seriously ill..." Boss Hu was puzzled when he saw that line of words.

"Forget it, let's go, we can only deliver letters."

The seven people returned to the attic again. They took the same time to deliver the letter, and this time the letter was delivered safely.

"Lin Lang, how is my Lin Lang?" the woman asked with tears in her eyes.

The scholar hesitated, "...Mr. Lin is fine, girl can rest assured."

"Then trouble your son to send another letter for the little girl."

The content of the letter changed this time, and it became: Lin Lang is well and his wife is very at ease, but I hope to return quickly and the family will be reunited.

So the seven people sent letters again, from the attic to the ruined temple, and from the ruined temple back to the attic, and then continued the same, but they found that the distance between the ruined temple and the attic was shortening, and their walking time was shorter than the first time nearly three times.

When sending the letter for the sixth time, they saw the ruined temple standing opposite the attic, and that Lin Lang was still coughing.

The woman in the attic seemed to have heard her husband's voice. She ran downstairs to the ruined temple and carried her husband out.

When passing by seven people, she said, "Thank you seven sons for helping the little girl find her husband's bones, thank you."

bones?The seven people who were puzzled looked at the woman's back, and sure enough, Lin Lang, who was seriously ill, turned into a pile of bones, and he was still wearing the long gown on the bones.

The seven people were silent, they seemed to have been wandering between the living and the dead, but at least this woman found her husband, so she no longer had to look forward to it day and day.

What happened in Simen made everyone think of one thing, maybe that woman knew her husband was dead early, but she was still hoping and waiting, just to take him home.

And the husband missed his wife even after his death, and he was content despite the pain.

The door of thought ends, and the door of grief opens.

What they saw this time was an old man crying and mourning while hugging his dead young grandson, while the people around him just watched indifferently, as if they just treated it as a very common thing.

Such scenes are immobile, whether it is falling flowers or flowing water, they are all fixed in an instant.

"This is the door of grief, how can we do this?" He Xian asked, she was the last person to comfort others.

"Ah, the grandson died, the white-haired man sent the black-haired man, and the people around him are so indifferent, no wonder it's sad." The scholar fanned the fan he took from who knows where.

"Does it mean that if the grandson is not dead, people will not be sad if they are not indifferent?" Pan Ran tilted her head and asked, the white and black in his palm were the same as his movements, "Yo?".

"Tsk, it's not that simple. Indifference cannot be changed." The strong man said a little annoyed, he didn't like this kind of going from door to door.

Pan Zhuo looked around, "Not necessarily, this is like a painting, if you can modify it with a pen, maybe you can pass the level."

It’s always good to have a try, so the seven people started looking for materials for painting. Unexpectedly, they found them. Although some are very hidden, most of them are placed on the surface and can be seen at a glance. .

Scholar's paintings are the best. After they gave the materials to the scholar, they began to see him change.

The scholar used the wolf brush to turn the indifferent expressions on the faces of the people around him into joyful expressions, and then turned the dead grandson into a slight injury.

After the painting was finished, all the scenes became lively. The old man smiled happily, the grandson was frightened and cried, and the people on the side comforted him patiently. The grief was over, and the life was especially simple.

Next is the door of fear, most of which are combined with fear to become the word fear.

"Fear door? There will be no ghosts, right?" The timid Boss Hu shrank behind the strong man in fear.

"Oh, don't hide behind me, I, I'm also afraid." The strong man is tall and big, but he didn't expect to be as timid as Boss Hu. On the other hand, the two women, the little girl and He Xian, are the most Calm two.

"Okay, let's go in." This time the scholar was the first to go in, so he would not admit that his hands were shaking.

As soon as Pan Ran entered the Fear Gate, he saw several tombs connected together, a total of seven tombs, equal in number to the seven of them.

"This, this is not for us." Boss Hu was so frightened that he sat down on the ground all of a sudden, and he said sobbing, not daring to turn his eyes away.

"It's okay, the previous ones have come here, are you still afraid of this?" The courageous little girl walked to the graves first.

"Hey, there are words engraved on it, the tomb of father Li Chang, the tomb of mother Li Yixuan, the tomb of elder brother Li Yuan... the tomb of grandfather Li Jiayuan, the tomb of grandmother Li Meiyi, and... My tomb." After speaking, the little girl began to tremble.

"Ha, haha, here, no one should write their own, and it is so...obvious, ah ah!" Pan Zhuo looked at the last words on the grave and hurried behind the strong man, and Hu Bosses stay together.

'Gudong' the strong man swallowed his saliva, he began to move out, step by step, Pan Zhuo and Boss Hu behind him also moved with him, but there was no retreat at all, the only way to pass the level.

The seven people were frightened, they were no longer as calm as the previous levels, the door of terror is the door of terror, it is not insulting at all.

"Hey, what can I do this time?" The shivering scholar looked at another group of psychedelic beasts who were hugging each other. It was true that beasts and humans couldn't stand the scare.

Pan Ran protects the white and black in his hand, and protects him in his arms distressedly, trying not to let him see those words, a small ball shivering in Pan Ran's arms, still holding the small stone mirror to block the words. look at yourself.

Xiao Shijing, who was also scared, wanted to push Bai Jiahe away but didn't dare at all. He couldn't go out yet, so he could only act as a shield for Bai Jiahei, so that he couldn't see the graves, but Xiao Shijing could see them clearly. That's enough.

Clearing the five gates at once made them relax, so that they got stuck on the sixth gate all at once, and it was so terrifying. Really, no one had the courage to pass the level.

Among the seven people, He Xian is the braver one. Although she is a woman, her resistance to these things is still slightly stronger than those of the men. go forward.

She clenched her fists tightly, stood in front of the tombs and looked closer, and she saw the words on the tombstones. Those words were scary to read, but as long as she put aside her fear, she would find that under each tombstone A small slit, and those slits still seem to be shining through.

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