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After learning that Zhang Fei had forgiven his scheme, Wu Qingjiao was obviously relieved.The worry and distress that had been sinking in his eyes finally dissipated, and he looked lighter as a whole, and the smile on his mouth was no longer a little bit austere.

Seeing his calm appearance, Zhang Fei suddenly thought of something: "By the way, the casting of the soul body...is it really incomprehensible?"

"It should be, otherwise it would be too cheap for me," Wu Qingjiao said indifferently, "70 years is about the same. Ordinary people's soul and body are molded, and it is an odd number to last ten years. I have already earned a lot of money."

His tone was relaxed, but Zhang Fei's eyebrows were getting tighter and tighter.Seeing that his complexion was not good, Wu Qingjiao comforted him instead: "Actually, it's nothing. Even if you are reincarnated seriously, you can drink Mengpo soup after crossing the Naihe bridge, and forget everything in this life, and you won't be 'me' in the next life. , it’s just something to think about.”

"Something is better than nothing." Zhang Fei turned his head to stare at Zhong Cuo, and the little ghost shook his head: "The casting of the soul body is the secret of Dragon and Tiger Mountain, and I have never come into contact with it."

"There is actually a way." Xi Shao's voice cut in abruptly, he looked at Wu Qingjiao, and said solemnly: "The teacher has never given up in the past few decades."

Wu Qingjiao was startled, then smiled wryly: "...too much trouble for him."

"'There is no trouble, no trouble, and you are idle, it is better to ponder the spells that have been passed down' - this is what the master said." Xi Shao was expressionless, but imitated Zhang Yanmiao's tone, "He said that the casting of the soul body is actually the transformation of the yin body into the yang body. Like ordinary people, the longer one lives, the weaker the yang energy becomes, and as time passes, one dies. A mortal body can still retain a soul after death, but the casting of the soul body does not It is to directly transform the soul into a physical body, and when the yang energy is exhausted, there will be nothing left..."

"I understand that too," Wu Qingjiao nodded, "Then...is there any other way?"

"There may be no way in the Yang world, but it will be different in the Yin world," Xi Shao said, "The Yin world is full of Yin energy, which can benefit the ghosts, but it may also have other effects on the soul body... There are two possibilities, either Yang Qi is consumed by Yin Qi, accelerating its collapse. Or, Yang Qi is soaked by Yin Qi, turning from Yang to Yin..."

Even if this method is researched, it has little practical significance.After all, the underworld is not a place that anyone can go to, and apart from the underworld, there is no other place in the world that can have such a strong and strong yin energy.The issue is……

Zhang Fei half understood Xi Shao's words, but he understood the key point, hell.

Zhang Fei's affectionate eyes were agitated, and Zhong Cuo curled his lips: "Understood, no problem."

"Really?" The affectionate level rose again.

"Anyway, the rules of the underworld only say that mortals cannot go, not those who are half-human and half-ghost." The defender of the rules of the underworld said blankly, "It's okay if there is no law... I don't believe they dare to make trouble with me .”

Zhang Fei solemnly patted Zhong Cuo on the shoulder: "The last sentence is very good, it has the demeanor of your father!"

"..."

"This..." Wu Qingjiao finally understood what was going on, and couldn't help being a little dazed—he had the consciousness to disappear into the world 70 years ago, and although he was a little regretful, he never regretted it.But at this time, another road appeared in front of his eyes...

"It's good to be able to go to the underworld." Zhang Fei was busy being cut by Zhong Cuo with a knife, Song Guimu replied casually, "Aside from other things, at least your soldiers need someone who can take the lead, right?"

An army with a basically complete organizational system, a concerted effort from top to bottom, and a ghost king guarding it... It is estimated that when they go down, the underworld will have a headache.

Song Guimu couldn't help but feel better after thinking about the state of the underworld. Wu Qingjiao was stunned for a moment, then nodded deeply at the crowd: "Thank you."

It never occurred to him that he might have another future.

But that...seems to be pretty good too?

Time goes by little by little.

People like Zhang Fei who are used to staying up late can still maintain their spirits, but those who are weak like Changsheng can't stand it anymore, and sleep soundly under a tree wrapped in a war ghost coat.Song Guimu slept head to head with him, he didn't have any clothes to cover him, so he just hugged the monk as a heater, and he slept well.

The sky is getting blue, and the dawn will appear.

"...It's almost time." Wu Qingjiao, who was talking about some interesting things back then, suddenly stopped. He looked towards the sky and said calmly.

Zhang Fei pursed his lips and said nothing.

Wu Qingjiao smiled at him and walked towards the statue in Hero Square.His comrades also gathered from all directions and gathered there.

It's just that at some point, a special figure appeared in the translucent ghost shadow.

Mr. Lin.

"Xiao Lin." Wu Qingjiao smiled.

The old man opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but couldn't - he wanted to just watch, but he was still noticed.After 70 years, he is no longer the dazed young man he was then, but they... still called him by his name at a glance.

"This kid was very smart under the tree over there, so I pulled him over." A ghost beside him explained, not caring how strange his name sounded.

"Headman..." The old man finally spoke out with difficulty. He stretched out his hand tremblingly and grabbed Wu Qingjiao's sleeve, "Take me...take me with you."

Don't leave me alone--

"I want to take you away...but the time is not right." Wu Qingjiao sighed and smiled.

Mr. Lin's eyebrows were all raised, and he was about to say something, but Wu Qingjiao said first: "You are the last single seedling left in our regiment, I still count on you to live for two more years, and take away those we had back then. Tell the story to more people—although young people may not like to listen to it, there will always be people who like it, right?"

The old man pursed his lips slightly and said nothing, looking like an abandoned child.

Resignedly shaking his head, Wu Qingjiao stretched out his hand and rubbed the old man's head—this action seemed a little funny, but it was wonderfully harmonious.

"rest assured."

"This time, I'll wait for you—we'll all be waiting for you."

"You didn't fall behind, you just went on another mission."

"Don't disappoint me, Kobayashi."

Crystal tears oozed from the corners of his eyes, the old man tightly clutched a piece of sleeve in his hand, opened and closed his lips several times, but couldn't make any sound——

"Okay." Finally, he patted the old man on the shoulder and pulled out his sleeve. Wu Qingjiao looked around, his eyes swept over familiar faces, and then looked at the Hero Square where he was.

He saw with his own eyes that this place has transformed from a bloody battlefield into a square where people can play carefree.

He saw this city with his own eyes, from backward and dilapidated to prosperous.

He saw all this with his own eyes, and now, finally, he couldn't watch it anymore.

Are you sorry?

Maybe there is.

But more, or...

Be happy.

"I like it here, I really like it." Wu Qingjiao waved to Zhang Fei after saying something nonsensical to himself.

"I still feel a little sorry for you...this, let's keep it as a souvenir."

While Wu Qingjiao was speaking, Zhang Fei already had something in his hands—a thin red thread covered with sapphire-like scales.

"This...could it be..."

"The things I used to have are useless now. If you take it with you, you may not be able to do anything else. At least you don't need an umbrella in rainy days, and you don't need a boat to cross the river." Wu Qingjiao blinked and said solemnly.

Avoid water——Zhang Fei hurriedly put away his things, thought for a while, and then suddenly showed a slightly evil smile: "Then what, can it be used in the sea?"

"Probably not," Wu Qingjiao spread his hands, "I am the Dragon King of the river, and the water in the rivers and lakes should give me some face. In the sea... I'm afraid it won't be so useful."

"That's it," Zhang Fei sighed regretfully, then quietly moved to Duo's side, and looked affectionately as he clasped his shoulders: "Comrade civil servants, do you know which river in China has a valuable sunken ship?"

"I'm sorry," many grimaced, and slapped Zhang Fei's hand away with a serious face, "All cultural relics left in China's internal waters and territorial waters belong to the state!"

"Cut—" Zhang Fei sighed in infinite melancholy.

"...you!" Wu Qingjiao shook his head dumbfounded. Beside him, several ghosts burst out laughing unceremoniously. The laughter seemed to have an infectious effect. After a while, the square was covered with laughter. The sorrow of parting was washed away——

With a clear mind, Wu Qingjiao looked into Zhang Fei's eyes with a little more gratitude.

Zhang Fei pretended not to notice, and went over to pat Zhong Tzuo on the shoulder: "Let's get to work, we can still catch up with breakfast if we finish early."

Zhong Cuo nodded slightly, and the adult ghost king suddenly appeared, and the dark ghost gate opened silently behind him.

"Okay, let's go!" Dispelling the last trace of sorrow from his voice, Wu Qingjiao opened his voice and greeted his comrades.

They stepped into the dark ghost gate one by one, towards the final destination.

Wu Qingjiao is the last one.

The moment he was about to step into the gate of hell, he stopped suddenly and looked towards the empty distance.

On the tall building in the distance, Zhang Yanmiao stood with his hands behind his back, his indifferent eyes were looking in the direction of the Heroes Square, his lips moved slightly, and a word was passed out silently.

Wu Qingjiao smiled slightly, opened and closed her lips in the same way, and answered silently——

--"treasure."

--"each other."

Turn around and step in.

The gate of hell is closed.

Since then, we will never see each other again.

A ray of dawn emerged from the horizon, gradually lighting up the entire sky, drawing an end to this busy and chaotic night.

It also marks the end of 70 years of protection and 70 years of waiting.

People who are gradually waking up will not know what has changed in this city, and those who know will probably never tell the truth in their entire lives.

"Let's go." Taking a deep breath of the clean morning air, Zhang Fei rubbed Zhong Cuo's head, "Let's go home."

"……Um."