Ghost of Rebirth

Zhang Nanchen stayed alone in the ancient building for a few days, trying to catch Youxuan, but found that he couldn't be found no matter what.

After the initial panic, he quickly discovered that he was not normal.

First of all, after so many days without water or rice, he didn't feel hungry or thirsty at all.

Then there was drowsiness, extreme drowsiness, because Zhang Nanchen was trapped in an inexplicable independent space, and Zhang Nanchen couldn't count the time, but he could still judge the change of day and night by the sky full of red cotton.

During the daytime, the sky will be a lighter turquoise blue against the bright red cottonwood, making the scenery magnificent.At night, the sky turns a deep dark blue with almost no brightness, and Wanduo Hongmian can only see the shadows of blurred branches and leaves, and the moon that is not bright enough hangs in the corner of the sky, giving people a strange and ethereal inspiration.

Zhang Nanchen spent an unknown number of days in the alternation of light and dark in the sky. His waking time was getting less and less, and he wanted to sleep almost all the time.

Even when he was sleeping, he couldn't sleep well.

All kinds of memories since he thought he was reborn reappeared in his dreams like a movie, the Nanling Mountain in the dusk, the terrifying and bloody ghost building, the endless loop of Renshou Lane, the weird old man and the sky fox, and the fast food with constant missing persons. The shop, the roof covered with manjusawa, and the giant white snake, Utanboruo, and the man in long robes that flash in all the pictures like silhouettes.

Everything is like a ball of yarn in a mess, he can't find where the end of the thread is, and his memory can't find an exit.

Waking up from the chaotic dream again, Zhang Nanchen reluctantly got up and walked to the window, stretched out his head to look at the sky, and found that there was a nearly full silver moon in the sky.

"Is it almost the middle of the month?" Zhang Nanchen said to himself, feeling that his hands and feet were so weak that he almost lost control, and had to go back to the wooden bed again.

Although he didn't feel hungry or thirsty, his body seemed to be gradually weakening.

It's not necessarily weak, this feeling is more like losing control of the body, and even the spirit is in a trance, as if someone keeps saying in his ear, give up, give up, there is nothing to hold on to .

Zhang Nanchen didn't know what the man asked him to give up, and the only thing he insisted on for a long time was Ji Ying.

The uncontrollable weakness of limbs and bones struck again, Zhang Nanchen let out a low □□□, and fell heavily on the bed.

That annoying voice reappeared, repeating inaudible words in his ears, annoying like a buzzing fly.

"What are you talking about? Dare you speak louder?" Zhang Nanchen closed his eyes fiercely, enduring the sharp headache and limp limbs, and asked in disgust.

"White up."

In a trance, the voice really became clear. Zhang Nanchen didn't know if he had opened his eyes or if he had hallucinations again, but he really saw a person.

This is a handsome young man. His body is hidden in the darkness and he can't see clearly. Zhang Nanchen feels as if he has no weight and is completely floating in the air, and he is face to face with himself lying down, his body is close to his body. Together.

The man's eyes were so bright that Zhang Nanchen felt that he could see into his obsidian-like bright eyes.

"Bai Qi, help me—"

The man's lips moved, and he whispered in Zhang Nanchen's ear in an almost whispering tone.

"Who is Bai Qi, I don't know." Zhang Nanchen hugged his head, his headache intensified again, the sharp pain like a needle prick turned into a throbbing dull pain, the pain made his whole body explode.

"Bai Qi, help me—"

The man didn't listen to what Zhang Nanchen was saying, he just kept talking about himself, kept calling Bai Qi, and kept calling for help.

"I told you that I don't know Bai Qi. You Xuan is the only one here besides me!" Zhang Nanchen yelled in dismay. The severe pain in his head forced him to curl up tightly. Twice yourself.

"Save me, save me!"

The man with a beautiful face suddenly twisted his face, and he got closer to Zhang Nanchen. The figure that was close to the real body began to become more and more ethereal, almost melting into Zhang Nanchen's body.

"Give it back to me, give it back to me!" The man grinned at Zhang Nanchen, stretched out his hand and made a tearing movement.

Zhang Nanchen was stunned, and watched the ghost getting closer and closer to him without moving, and finally overlapped into a person.

His headache began to spread, and soon his torso and limbs felt severe pain like tearing, and then the ghost leaned over, like a puff of smoke, merging into the frozen body.

The room was quiet and there was no sound at all. After an unknown amount of time, You Xuan with long hair and white robe appeared at the door again, holding a candlestick with a soybean-sized flame in his hand.

"Zhang Nanchen", who seemed to have died once, was lying stiffly on the wooden bed, his eyes were wide open, staring blankly at the night where there was nothing.

You Xuan approached slowly, stood by the bed, leaned over to look into his eyes.

The eyeballs of "Zhang Nanchen" finally turned for a moment, as if returning to his soul, his eyes followed the only light in the room and fell on You Xuan.

He wriggled his lips, and finally called out those two words: "Bai Qi——"

Bai Qi showed a faint invisible smile, and said slowly: "Nan Chen, you are back."

He was still bent over, the candlestick in his hand shook slowly, and the faint light trembled accordingly.

"I've been lighting this soul-inducing lamp for you for a long time." Bai Qi put the candlestick next to Nan Chen's head.

Nan Chen moved his arm a little, but that arm didn't listen to his command at all, it fell back weakly after lifting a little.

"Bai Qi, I only have one life soul and I can't fully control this body—" Nan Chen couldn't even speak clearly, and couldn't speak clearly, "Help me, help me find the heavenly soul and the earthly soul -"

In order to hear what he said clearly, Bai Qi put his whole body on Nan Chen.

"The two souls of heaven and earth have come, and they can return to their positions only when the moon is full." Bai Qi lowered his head and kissed Nan Chen on the cheek, "The descendants of the Ji family have superb fortune-telling skills, and they even found a pair for you." With such a suitable body."

"That's good—" Nan Chen couldn't open his eyes anymore, as if he had exhausted all his energy just by saying these few words.

He finally fell into a deep sleep, Bai Qi stared at it for a moment, stretched out his hands and hugged the man firmly into his arms.

The water in the Wuming Lake was very cold, and Ji Ying sank directly to the bottom of the lake in a single jump. After stepping on the silt at the bottom of the lake a few times, he simply gave up swimming and moved forward by grabbing the aquatic plants floating in the water with his hands.

Countless red cotton branches and leaves were danced wildly by the huge black hole in the center of the lake, forming a blood-red vortex, and even the bottom of the lake could not remain calm.

Ji Ying barely took two steps, and his body was soon covered with red water plants. Because he was exercising vigorously, the oxygen in his lungs was almost insufficient, so he had to use all his strength to tear off the water plants on his body, and he stepped harder. , sharks generally quickly float to the surface.

"what--"

He breathed vigorously, his lungs oppressed by the water felt a dull pain, and he also choked a lot of water in his mouth and nose, so he could only resist the soreness, and tried his best to move his arms closer to the center of the whirlpool.

A round of bright moon above the head hangs quietly in the sky, the cold moonlight shines on the lake, and in the center of the black vortex, a round moon unexpectedly appears.

The two moons faced each other coldly, but Ji Ying, who was still struggling in the water plants, didn't notice anything.

He didn't expect the branches and leaves of the red cotton to be so sharp, but just a short moment of contact left countless wounds on his body, bloodshot from the thin wounds, and quickly disappeared into the lake.

After swimming for an unknown amount of time, he finally managed to get close to the edge of the black vortex. The last bit of strength in his body was about to be exhausted, and the only thought left in his mind was to find the little uncle back.

The moonlight was still cold, shrouding his completely wet face with a thin mist.

The mist continued to spread, and soon covered Ji Ying's whole body. The mist seemed to be able to absorb people's energy. The figure that was still swimming gradually stopped all activities, and was passively involved in the black vortex, disappearing.

In the remote darkness, there was only the sound of the lake tumbling, followed by a crisp bell.

"jingle--"

"jingle--"

"jingle--"

The Soul Calling Bell hanging on Jiying's waist vibrated crazily, making continuous ringtones. At the same time, the Yanhua Sword that was also clinging to Jiying's body suddenly burst into a dazzling red light, which became more and more intense. The brighter it is, the wider the range it irradiates, and after a while, the entire nameless lake surges as if it was heated to boiling.

Ji Yan, Ping Song and others have been guarding the nameless lake, but Ji Ying has swam too far, even with Ping Song's eyesight, he can only see a darkness and a black vortex churning in the darkness.

"It's the Yanhua Sword!" The moment the red light burst out, Ji Yan shouted out of composure, the cigarette in his mouth had already been bitten to pieces, but he himself didn't notice anything.

The Yanhua Sword and the Calling Soul Bell are the heirlooms of the Jiangnan Ji Clan. According to legend, they can ward off evil spirits and protect the lord. It is the first time that Ji Yan, who was kicked out of the house early, saw such a huge energy erupting from the Yanhua Sword.

The proprietress also stared at the lake, looking at the boiling water and said, "I have lived here for more than [-] years, but this is the first time I have seen such a wonderful sight."

She sighed, and suddenly felt very boring. Everything in the world has its own destiny. She has searched for it in Hongmian Town for so long, but the fateful person waiting in this nameless lake is still not herself.

Supported by a mass of red light, Ji Ying's body drifting with the current gradually sank to the bottom, and then was gently accepted by another round of bright moon in the center of the vortex.

The red glow slowly faded, and his body was completely enveloped by the cold moonlight.It's like melting into it.

The ringing of the Soul Calling Bell stopped suddenly, and Wuming Lake regained its calm.