Natural black penetrates into infinite flow

The copper coins cut out of straw paper turned to ashes with the flames.

Zhou Zheng sprinkled some water with a plastic bucket to ensure that the fire was completely extinguished, and then swept the wet soot into the trash can.

The movements were neat, without the slightest panic.

"Zhou Zheng," Xia Mingchi called out.

The other party paused for a moment, regained their composure, and said coldly, "What are you doing?"

Xia Mingchi: "Want to go to the pool with us later?"

Zhou Zheng: "No, I'm not a light bulb."

Although his tone was calm, he held the broomstick tightly with his hands, and he could see the nervousness under the calm, and there were not many body movements.

Although he looks flawless, he is more indifferent than the Zhou Zheng Xia Mingchi knew.

Xia Mingchi felt that the Zhou Zheng in front of him was another person.

stranger.

Zhou Zheng left quickly.

Lu Qihuai asked: "Do you want to follow?"

"No," Xia Mingchi said, "Even if he follows up, he will find an excuse to get rid of us."

By the pool, there was no female ghost, but Zhou Zheng, whose face was darker than a ghost.

Zhou Zheng cursed and swept up the burnt ashes.

The whole dungeon seems to be that he is working, already very irritable, and his identity is being questioned by his companions.

"I came here after Achou and Sister Meng went downstairs! I haven't stopped working. Both of them can testify for me!"

Xia Mingchi said: "Is there a possibility that you are a fake, and that Zhou Zheng I met in the underground garage just now is the real one."

"What are you talking about?!!!" Zhou Zheng smashed the broom on the ground angrily, and walked to Xia Mingchi's side.

"Even if Brother Lu is here, I will also say you!"

He pinched his face with his hands and tugged, "Look at me, take a good look! A face that looks like a fake! There is no disguise!"

"I'm the real—!"

Zhou Zheng dragged his tone for a long time.

Xia Mingchi laughed, "You're kidding, of course I know."

The real Zhou Zheng, with an extroverted personality and unreliable personality, couldn't hide his words in his heart.

Zhou Zheng knew he was being tricked, so he glared at Xia Mingchi and mumbled to Lu Qihuai.

"Take care of your wife!"

Lu Qihuai readily accepted Zhou Zheng's complaints, and put her arms around Xia Mingchi's shoulders, "I'll listen to him."

Xia Mingchi didn't mean to be joking, "Now I just want to find out who that person is and why he pretended to be you."

"How would I know, if I find out the guy pretending to be..." Zhou Zheng clenched his fists.

Before he could think of anything harsh to say, he was interrupted by a group of people.

The group held folded metal brackets and plastic raincloths in their hands, and appeared to be preparing for construction.

Xia Mingchi's walkie-talkie rang.

"On the first floor, the owner's child died. We are going to set up a coffin to do the funeral. Neighbors will express their condolences. Security guards please maintain order at the scene."

The plot of the story moves forward again.

There was an old lady in the crowd with a black armband pinned to her arm and a small white flower on her chest.

"We are members of the neighborhood committee, come here to help. You can also help. Distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors."

The old lady couldn't help but start assigning tasks to the players.

She handed Meng Yijie a notebook with a piece of paper in it, "You copy all the condolence guests and gift money into this roster, then go over there and write."

The old lady pointed out that tables and chairs had been set up by the pool, and the mourning hall was set up in just a few minutes.

Xia Mingchi asked: "Why did you put the mourning hall by the pool? Could it be that the child drowned?"

"No, the child died in a car accident, and it was crushed to the point where it lost its human form. It's so tragic... The mage said that water can save the dead."

The old lady said again: "You two also help each other and carry the coffin to the pool."

Following her gaze, there were already two people standing in front of the coffin.

The black-painted coffin was tied with thick ropes, and wooden sticks with thick bowls were tied on both sides as handrails.

Xia Mingchi and Lu Qihuai stood behind the coffin, holding the sticks on their shoulders.

?

The coffin is very light, so light that it is almost the weight of daily textbooks.

Could it be that Lu Qihuai felt sorry for him and turned on him?

Xia Mingchi said softly, "I don't know who is in the coffin. I am so lucky to have the big boss carry the coffin for him."

Lu Qihuai didn't make a sound, she winked stickily at him.

At this time, Zhou Zheng was arranged by the game to clean up, and Fu Qingchou followed him.

The coffin was placed by the pool, and the old lady knocked on the coffin three times with her hands.

The coffin is open!

Xia Mingchi exclaimed in a low voice, "Slider???"

He pretended to be a sacrificial object and looked inside.

empty.

In front of the coffin was a portrait with a black frame, without facial features, but bye, it was a child.

Xia Mingchi asked: "It's all done, what else do we need to do?"

He wondered why the dead were not in the coffin.

The old lady said, "Wait, the dead will come by themselves."

the other side.

As soon as Xia Mingchi and Lu Qihuai lifted the coffin, Zhou Zheng's walkie-talkie asked him to go to another building to sweep the ashes.

Damn Ghost Festival!

He hardly played any role in this dungeon, it was all about cleaning.

In the distance, he saw a boy burning something under a tree.

"Hey!" Zhou Zheng shouted, "Now we are doing civilized sacrifices, and no fireworks!"

The boy turned around slowly, and Zhou Zheng saw a face identical to his own!

Fu Qingchou was also stunned.

The boy was a little bit weird, "What's the matter if I burn some paper money for myself, you want to take care of it?"

Zhou Zheng didn't dare to speak for a moment.

The boy leaned against the tree with his arms folded, looked at Zhou Zheng with a half-smile in his eyes, and said softly, "You didn't expect to see me when I grew up, did you? After all, you lived eight years longer than me."

That tone, as if I knew him a long time ago.

Fu Qingchou touched Zhou Zheng with her arm, motioning for him to respond.

Zhou Zheng scratched his head and quickly reviewed his short 21 years of life.

Live eight more years, that is to say, the other party died at the age of 13.

But Zhou Zheng never attended any funeral at this age.

In reality, his friends who are the same age as him are all living well.

The point is, this guy looks just like him...

One of the parents gave birth to an illegitimate child...?

Seeing Zhou Zheng's confused expression, the boy was not surprised. He raised his head and let out a long sigh.

This sigh was like the wind, sweeping across Zhou Zheng's heart.

Zhou Zheng suddenly felt sad and bitter, as if he was about to cry.

What spell did the other party cast on him? !

Seeing Zhou Zheng's uncomfortable appearance, Fu Qingchou quickly supported him.

When the boy saw Fu Qingchou's hand on Zhou Zheng's shoulder, he was surprised at first, and then joked.

"I didn't expect it... When you grow up, yours is actually bent???"

"You don't have to worry about whether I'm straight or not!" Zhou Zheng shook off Fu Qingchou's hand, grabbed the broom, and threw it at Fu Qingchou.

"Of course I have to worry about you...hehe..."

"Besides my parents, I am the one who loves you the most."

The boy took his time and dodged back. His body was light and floating, between the virtual and the real.

Zhou Zheng was completely enraged, "Are you burning paper here to attract me because you want to ridicule me?"

The boy followed Zhou Zheng's example and made the same expression.

"of course not."

The strong wind blew past, kicking up the dust from the burnt paper money, which dazzled Zhou Zheng and Fu Qingchou's eyes.

"I'm here to exchange lives with you."

The sky was getting dark, Zhou Zheng and Fu Qingchou hadn't come back yet.

On the side of the mourning hall, all the other helpers left, leaving only the player and the old lady.

Meng Yijie was a little anxious.

Hu Caiwei comforted her in her pocket, "Maybe it's because the cleaning work is too much?"

Meng Yijie took out the toy man and let Hu Caiwei breathe.

"But don't you think it's strange? Zhou Zheng joined the game, so he's just in charge of cleaning?" Meng Yijie was puzzled.

Xia Mingchi took over the conversation, "I don't think the game will be so boring, right?"

He tugged at Lu Qihuai's sleeve.

Lu Qihuai: "Yes, the game must be a mess."

There is a path paved with cobblestones beside the pool. At dusk, the temperature drops, and the water vapor condenses into fog, which is hazy.

At the other end of the path, two figures appeared.

Meng Yijie was finally relieved, "Zhou Zheng and Fu Qingchou!"

Fu Qingchou carried Zhou Zheng on his back, Zhou Zheng smiled and waved to his companions.

Xia Mingchi always felt something strange, "It's been so long?"

Zhou Zheng scratched his head, lying on Fu Qingchou's back was dishonest, he wrapped his arms around Fu Qingchou's neck.

"There are a lot of people burning paper."

Lu Qihuai asked: "Why are you carrying it?"

Zhou Zheng rubbed Fu Qingchou's cheek with his face, his legs dangling in mid-air. "Hey, isn't there a step in the first few buildings? I sprained my foot in a hurry. Fortunately, I was worried~"

Sorrow.

Xia Mingchi suddenly got goosebumps, he knew that Zhou Zheng and Fu Qingchou were close, but when did they get so close?

Fu Qingchou didn't feel any discomfort with the title Zhou Zheng gave herself.

The aloof person accepted it so happily.

away from the spectrum.

On the path where Zhou Zheng and Fu Qingchou came, footsteps came again.

Another person came towards the mourning hall.

I saw him wearing a tall hat made of paper, dressed in white clothes, walking on stilts, holding a white flag in his left hand, a red lantern in his right hand, and pasted yellow paper on his face. shaking.

The shroud was too wide, like a sack, and the face was covered, so it was impossible to tell who was coming.

Everyone held their breath nervously, for fear that he would attack the player in the next second.

However, no.

He staggered to the side of the coffin.

The visitor jumped from the stilts, lay straight into the coffin, and the lid was automatically closed.The moment the coffin lid was tightly closed, a sigh floated out of the coffin, and entered Xia Mingchi's ear clearly.

It's like fulfilling a long-cherished wish, and finally being able to die calmly.

In the portrait in front of the coffin, the facial features are vaguely outlined, but the appearance is still unclear.

The old lady with the black armband looked up at the sky, "The time has come, now is the time for you to realize your wish."

She pushed the coffin lightly, and it slid into the pool.

The pool was originally only 0.4 meters deep, but the tiles at the bottom of the pool disappeared out of thin air and turned into an abyss.

Xia Mingchi asked: "Water burial?"

Zhou Zheng was triumphant, "Water is the medium connecting reality and the underworld, and the coffin is just a boat, carrying people back to the underworld."

"Why do you use 'back'?" Xia Mingchi slowly turned to Zhou Zheng.

When everyone was puzzled by the scene in front of them, only Zhou Zheng had an excited expression.

"'Back' refers to the original place. If you are alive, you should say 'go'. Also, the ghost's feet don't touch the ground. Are you really sprained?"

Xia Mingchi asked, "Who the hell are you?"

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Zhou Zheng: It doesn't matter who he is, the important thing is to get me up first!