Back to 49 days before death

"Zheng Ze"'s thunderous voice rang in his ears, deep and hoarse, with an inexplicable sense of familiarity, and Zheng Ze came back to his senses and remembered where he was.

"Who, who is calling me?" He looked around, and in the wide hall, apart from the kitten, all kinds of high-tech appliances were visible, but the owner of the voice was completely missing.

"Zheng Ze, born on May 1988, 5, died on XX, XX, at nine o'clock in the evening. The cause of death was a ruptured spleen and excessive blood loss."

The time of birth and death was stated accurately, and now Zheng Ze understood who the owner of the voice was. If nothing else, it should be the "salesman" at this window.

"Well, this..." Zheng Ze thought about it in his heart, and after thinking about it, he used a more moderate word to address, "Hi friend, I am Zheng Ze, what is the next procedure for us?" Is it like this, I have almost lived enough in this life, since we have all arrived in the underworld, we will stop talking. If there is nothing else, let’s do business, do it quickly, and go to reincarnation as soon as possible, so there will be no delay Is that the brother below?"

What Zheng Ze said was sincere with a smile all over his face, it didn't look like he was joking at all.

I don't know if his words played a role, the whole room suddenly went dark, and all the objects, including the cats who were trying to climb his trousers, disappeared.Then there was another flash, and the darkness was like a black set in an old movie theater, reflecting a little bit of light.At first, those bright lights were scattered in every corner of the room, but gradually they seemed to be conscious, and gathered towards Zheng Ze. After a while, those bright lights gathered into one piece, and the "movie" actually played .

At first, Zheng Ze followed those light spots curiously, but when the movie picture clearly appeared, he was struck by lightning and froze there, because what was shown in the movie was not someone else, but the scene of his death .

It was a bustling street, the days were long and the nights were short in midsummer, the lingering sun had just faded away, the rainbows shone brightly one after another, and the nightlife in the bustling city had just begun.Nine o'clock in the evening is the most crowded time in the city center, but at this moment, there is a long queue on the north-south road of the central street, which is blocked.The drivers stuck in the back hurriedly honked their horns and anxiously urged the car in front to move forward, but the cars parked beside the zebra crossing did not respond at all, because in the middle of the crosswalk in front of them, a man was lying motionless in a pool of blood .

The blood formed a pool of blood under him, spreading like ink splashes on the asphalt road, soaking the gray-black road.A five or six-year-old boy next to him fell to the ground, glanced at his appearance, and immediately burst into tears in fright.

Zheng Ze knew that his death was quite ugly. It could be seen from the tattered clothes and cracked skin on his body. Although he could no longer feel the pain, it still looked very shocking.It's just that the traces of this body are mediocre in a hell full of wandering souls, so he doesn't take it too seriously, and he doesn't bother to compare himself with others.But when these appearances that he didn't care about appeared in the "movie", they formed a sharp contrast with the crowd around him.

The huge impact of the car caused devastating damage to his body. Looking from top to bottom, his shoulder blades were completely misaligned, and almost all his limbs were broken. His body lay on his back and bent into a strange shape.However, the weirdest thing was his chest. Six ribs broke in the instant he was hit, two pierced out of the chest, and more were sunken into the chest cavity, puncturing the spleen.

A large amount of blood flowed out from the punctured viscera, and those parts that had not had time to flow out from the punctured flesh flowed back to the head, scrambling to overflow from his mouth and nose.

However, what shocked Zheng Ze was not his own death, but the panic-stricken man who rushed out of the crowd and hugged him in his arms.The man was obviously in a panic, and his pride, calmness and self-control had long since disappeared, and the only thing left was panic and bewilderment.On the street with people coming and going, he just knelt on the ground without any image, hugging people tightly in his arms.The blood seeped into his clothes, staining his usually clean and tidy shirt, but he didn't seem to notice it at all. While calling, he reached out tremblingly to wipe away the blood overflowing from the corner of the mouth of the person in his arms.

But everything was in vain, the blood overflowed after being wiped away, until the palm of the man was stained blood red, and it was not wiped clean.The man panicked and kept calling out a name, but the consciousness of the owner of that name was already blurred, so he could only try his best to maintain his final sobriety.However, the loss of blood took away all his strength. He tried his best to raise his head and wanted to say something, but he suddenly lost his strength when he raised his head close to the man's ear. It was blocked by the spilled blood.

Then he slowly closed his eyes and never woke up again.

The man who didn't even hear his last words collapsed in an instant. Like a beast that lost his beloved, he howled in pain.He regretted it, he let go of his self-esteem, hatred, and scruples, he was willing to give up one thing and start anew, but the person he wanted to fight for would never come back.

Hugging the gradually cooling corpse in his arms, the man's face was covered with silent tears. They were tears of regret, tears of despair, tears of regret for losing everything.

Zheng Ze stood outside the screen and watched the scene in front of him reappear motionlessly. His heart, which had stopped beating for a long time, suddenly felt a pain, as if being pricked by dense needles. His whole body was in pain, and he bent down.

He never thought that there would be such a scene after death, shouldn't that person hate him?That person deliberately approached him and deceived him, but he just wanted to take what he had in his hand.Now that everything is in his hands, he was kicked out of the board of directors, he became a bereaved dog walking on the street and was hit to death, shouldn't that person clap his hands and sigh, has his revenge finally been avenged?But why is that person so sad and desperate, like the world is collapsing, the pain and sorrow can only cry helplessly.

The tears in the eyes cannot be faked, the trembling hands cannot be faked, and the crying of despair at the end cannot be faked.Zheng Ze didn't understand why there was such a big discrepancy between the reality and his previous cognition, why he thought he had finally touched the truth before he died, but now it seems that those so-called truths are just his own false imagination.

Didn't that person not love him, didn't he hate him to the bone, didn't he want to leave him a long time ago?What is the purpose of being so pretentious now, is it a kind comfort before death?

Fake, fake!Zheng Ze didn't want to believe what he saw just now, and he didn't want to admit that when he saw the man hugging the dead body and howling in pain, he was so distressed that he couldn't help but grit his teeth and hold on.

Yes, he still loves that person, he never hated that person until his death, but so what?He is already dead, a ghost wanders one after another, one lives and the other dies, it is no longer possible to separate them from Yin and Yang.

As if hearing his inner voice, just when Zheng Ze was about to open his mouth to urge him to be sent to reincarnation, the voice that had been silent for a long time came to mind again: "Zheng Ze, what you saw just now is when you died. The scene is based on the facts and there is no fraud."

"Thank you for taking me back to the past. Well, now that I've finished reading it, it's time to send me to the world of rebirth, right?" Afraid that he would not be able to control himself, he would rush back and grab that person's shoulder to ask what happened.

But things backfired, the reality is always so cruel and ruthless: "Sorry, you can't leave yet."

"What!" Zheng Ze exclaimed in surprise, "Why don't you want me to go?" Zheng Ze admitted that he was a bit of a jerk when he was alive, and did some unethical things.But none of those things were extremely vicious. He didn't harm anyone, and he didn't hurt anyone's life. In the end of his life, he heroically sacrificed himself and sacrificed himself for others, which can be regarded as accumulating evil virtues.But what is the situation now, to detain him in the underworld?

Zheng Ze thought for a while but couldn't think of a reason. Fortunately, the voice quickly replied: "Because your obsession is too deep, you can't enter reincarnation at all."

"The obsession is too deep, what do you mean?" Zheng Ze had a bad premonition in his heart.

"People have the seven emotions and six desires, and obsession is the concrete manifestation of the seven emotions and six desires, which confirms people's greed, anger, ignorance and delusion. Under normal circumstances, after death, these obsessions will dissipate with the soul leaving the body, but your death is too Suddenly, the obsession with the body did not dissipate, but came to the underworld along with the soul." The voice explained, "What's more troublesome is that now this obsession interacts with the Yang world, establishing an invisible You can look down at your left ring finger now, there is a red line there, which represents your connection with Yang Shi, and you cannot enter reincarnation until you untie the connection on your body.”

The words are very clear, although Zheng Ze really doesn't want to admit it, but the fact is that - even if he dies, the bond between that person and him has not been released.Oh, how funny, how funny.Zheng Ze couldn't help but sneered, that person had ruthlessly dealt with it not long ago, wishing to put him to death, but when he really died, he became that person's obsession again.

Zheng Ze looked down at the ring finger of his left hand. At this time, there was indeed a light red line on the finger representing love and sincerity, which seemed to grow out of the body, extending into the dim darkness in front of him, and finally Disappear. "So... what do you want me to do, how can I get rid of my obsession, and return to the dead to understand all the grievances?" Zheng Ze admired himself a little, and he was still so calm and proactive when he was in this situation. Come up with an idea.

But unfortunately, the other party didn't accept it: "I'm sorry, you are dead."

"I know I'm already dead, and I can't die any more." Zheng Ze moved his arms and manually moved the misplaced shoulder blade back, "So, and then? Tell me, what should I do, can I what to do!?"

Do you want him to stay in the underworld and wait?Waiting for time to pass day by day, waiting for that person to forget him, waiting for him to completely disappear in the torrent of time, until only a little mark remains?The reality is always crueler than imagined. Zheng Ze felt that he was really bad luck, and he would not be at peace even if he died.

"Zheng Ze, although a person cannot be resurrected after death, time can be changed. The Underworld is different from the Yang Realm. There is no passage of time here. There is no past and no future. There is only the present forever. Therefore, I can use this loophole to send you back to your Before you die, I will give you time to dispel the obsessions in your body."

"Back to...before death?" Zheng Ze's eyes widened in surprise. Rewinding time is always just a talk, and human beings have not been able to achieve it so far, but they didn't expect that this is not a problem in the underworld. Small "window clerks" can do it too.

"Yes, back to before death. But due to the limited power of the soul, I can only send you back to 49 days before death. After that, the power of your soul will dissipate, and you will eventually return to the underworld without the support of power , come back here." The voice paused and asked, "How about it, now you have two choices, one is to continue to wait until the connection with Yangshi is broken, the other is..."

"Go back, I want to go back." After saying the answer without hesitation, Zheng Ze himself was taken aback. It turned out that he was so unwilling, did he want to go back and ask what happened?Betrayed, deceived, and finally died on the street, but now he has a chance to go back in time, how could he give up! ?

As if he had expected it, the voice didn't even give Zheng Ze time to repent, and he urged him directly: "Okay, since this is the case, I won't talk nonsense anymore. Next, I will send you back to the 49th day before your death , until nine o’clock in the evening on XX, XX, XX, you will have 49 days to untangle your obsession. But Zheng Ze, you have to remember, I can only help you go back to the past, and how to do it depends on you , success or failure is fate. You only have 49 days, after 49 days, regardless of success or failure, you will return to the underworld..."

The voice became smaller and fainter, and when it could not be heard at all, Zheng Ze's eyes also went dark, and he lost consciousness.

By the time Zheng Ze came back to his senses, the surroundings had completely changed. Has he... come back?

Although it is still unbelievable, he has indeed "resurrected from the dead" and returned to a place he was once extremely familiar with.Even if it's only 49 days, that's enough. Knowing all kinds of conspiracies and endings, this time he won't be played around like a fool, and he won't give any more emotion.

Although the rhetoric was stirring, but at this moment when he looked down at his hand on the doorknob, Zheng Ze was a little stunned.It was the 49th day before his death, and he looked like he was kicked out of the house, what was he doing?

However, before he had time to think about it, the door behind him was suddenly opened.

A clammy air entered his ears with a question as cold as ice: "Where are you going?"