Altar of Infinity

Wu Shuang, Chen Zhu.

The two names were strange yet familiar, as if they had seen each other once before, but only once.

Ann patted Zen on the head, and Zen ran back to the second floor slowly.

Ann: "Mr. Xie, I don't suggest you continue to go up. The higher you go, the more dangerous you go."

If possible, Xie Ji would not even come to the altar.

He just wanted to go to work peacefully and go home with his boyfriend after get off work, and he had no other choice.

Xie Ji: "Thank you for your suggestion, we will leave as soon as possible."

Ann also understood Xie Ji's difficulties, and sighed, "Okay, is there anything I can do to help you?"

Xie Ji noticed that Ann kept stopping them from going upstairs, even talking at the corner of the stairs, so he asked, "What's on the second floor?"

Ann: "The ghosts on the second floor are stronger than the ghosts on the first floor. One of the ghosts is very fierce and has been bullying the other ghosts. But I have Zen, and with Zen's help, I have gained a certain position, so I can come down freely to stop you."

Xie Ji: "Do you know the origin of the altar?"

Ann: "Sorry, I don't know about that."

Xie Ji thought for a while: "Then when you were on the second floor, did you ever see a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy with peach blossom eyes and a rose-red sea wave birthmark on his back?"

Ann: "I haven't seen it either."

Xie Ji didn't expect much at first.

Judging from the various equipment in the funeral parlor level, Ann’s death time in the real world is very close to their real world time, indicating that Ann is a relatively “new” ghost, and has been a boss for a while. I don’t know the origin of the altar and Yang Yuan Things are normal.

"I seem to have seen the child you mentioned."

Zen came back quickly, running up and down, and the wooden floor shook.

Behind Zen came two elderly people.

Ann staggered her body: "These two are Wu Shuang and Chen Zhu. There was a commotion just now, and I heard someone calling your name, so I wanted to see if it was you, but they also wanted to come and see after hearing your name." Meaning, it’s just because the ominous ghost didn’t dare to move.”

The ghosts on the first floor were in a mess just now, and they fought fiercely, during which Yin Lin yelled at him.

Xie Ji looked at Wu Shuang and Chen Zhu, but still didn't recognize them.

Trembling, Chen Zhu was about to shake his hand, but Jiang Jichu stepped forward to stop him.

Chen Zhu: "Benefactor, benefactor, you don't remember us, but we remember you...you saved Xiaoying."

Xie Ji had no memory of the name Xiaoying, but when Xiaoying, Wu Shuang, and Chen Zhu got together, he suddenly thought of something.

Xie Ji: "The two are Wu Ying's parents?"

Tears welled up in Chen Zhu's eyes: "Hey! Yes! Yes! It was you who rescued Xiaoying from the Evil Suppressing Tower."

The murderer attacked the village, and Wu Ying, as a soul boy born with spiritual power, voluntarily entered the Tower of Evil Suppression to suppress the murderer for a hundred years.

Wu Shuang and Chen Zhu ran around looking for a way to suppress the murderer and save their son, but it was a troubled time, and it was hard to even protect themselves. Where could they find an expert to rescue a child trapped in the tower.

Wu Shuang and Chen Zhu ran all their lives but couldn't find a way out. They finally returned to the village and set up their grave next to the Evil Suppressing Pagoda, to be with Wu Ying forever.

Xie Ji patted Jiang Jichu's arm, and Jiang Jichu backed away. After all, he was an elder. He said politely, "I didn't expect it to be you two."

Wu Shuang: "Benefactor, thank you very much!"

If Xie Ji helps Ann and Zen to be buried together in order to pass the level and is forced to help, then in the tower level, he can choose an easier way-kill Wu Ying to pass the level.

But he still chose to defeat the murderer with Jiang Jichu and return Wu Ying to freedom.

The cycle of cause and effect, good and evil are rewarded.

Good thoughts take root on that day and bear fruit across time and space.

Wu Shuang and Chen Zhu lived early, they were simple and kind, they would kneel before saying a word, Xie Ji hurriedly supported the two old people and did not let them kneel down.

Xie Ji: "It's a little effort, but it can't be done."

Chen Zhu: "Thank you very much."

Xie Ji had no choice but to change the subject: "If it's convenient for you, can you tell us something about the altar?"

Chen Zhu managed to meet the villain, but he couldn't help him, showing embarrassment: "We don't know about this, the benefactor may have to go up."

"Have you two seen a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy with peach blossom eyes and a rose-red birthmark on his lower back?" Xie Ji asked vaguely, not sure about the time flow of the real altar, "he is a living person, he should Came here years or decades ago and made it out."

Chen Zhu: "I remember! There is such a child! The benefactor wants to know about him?"

Xie Ji: "Yes, we want to leave here, there may be clues in him to leave."

Chen Zhu thought for a while: "I'm stupid, I can't explain some things clearly, why don't my benefactor see it by himself."

Chen Zhu stretched out a finger and tapped it between Xie Ji's eyebrows.

Xie Ji seemed to be watching a naked-eye 3D movie.

The angle of view is relatively low, so Chen Zhu should have seen it with his own eyes.

That was not known how many years ago.

The second floor of the altar seemed empty, but Xie Ji could feel that there were countless ghosts hiding around, and they were all afraid, afraid of the magic circle in the middle of the second floor.

Lying in the magic circle was a short and thin boy who might only be five or six years old.

After a while, a middle-aged man with a wound on his face came up from the third flight of stairs, holding a bowl in his hand, which was full of cloudy yellow water.

Xie Ji immediately realized that the place where Huang Quan passed through the real altar closest to the ground was likely to be upstairs, and the water in the bowl was scooped from the third floor.

In addition to the face, the middle-aged man was also covered with burn marks on other exposed parts of his body. He helped the boy up and fed the boy a bowl of yellow spring water.

The boy was haggard, his eyes were lifeless, and his face was even more ashen after drinking a bowl of yellow spring water.

I also want to know that yellow spring water is not a good thing, let alone give it to a child?

But the middle-aged man was more satisfied after seeing the boy's changes after feeding the boy.

He looked at the boy as if he were looking at a container.

In the next few days, the middle-aged man came back from time to time, sometimes with food, sometimes to feed the boy with yellow spring water.

The boy was unconscious most of the time, and even when he regained consciousness occasionally, he was unable to move due to weakness.

Xie Ji realized another problem.

Middle-aged men are free to enter and exit the True Altar.

Just when he had the idea of ​​"why", the perspective moved to the door on the first floor. It should be that Chen Zhu was also curious, so he ran down to take a peek.

After seeing the middle-aged man again, Xie Ji was shocked.

The middle-aged man holds a book of life and death in his hand!

However, the size of the life and death books of middle-aged men is different from theirs.

Xie Ji can almost confirm that the middle-aged man can freely enter and leave the real altar by relying on the book of life and death.

Chen Zhu is a smart person and took the initiative to filter out useless information for him.

Just like the progress bar of the video, the time jumped to a few days later, and the middle-aged man left again.

There are no windows on the second floor, Chen Zhu is old-fashioned, and he likes to come down to breathe fresh air when he has nothing to do.

Not long after the middle-aged man left, Xie Ji met the person he had missed for 20 years.

The cousin who was a child in the past has grown into a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy. Unlike Xie Ji's memory of the child who would call him brother behind him, the sixteen-year-old Yang Yuan can't find the shadow of that well-behaved child. .

Sixteen or seventeen-year-old Yang Yuan is not even the same as the elegant stick described by Jiang Jichu.

A pair of charming peach blossom eyes will not be bent, the eyebrows are slightly pressed down, and the arc is full of evil spirit.

Xie Ji felt extremely depressive sadness from Yang Yuan.

Yang Yuan entered the first floor.

When a living person enters the true altar, he is naturally "warmly entertained" by the ghosts on the first floor, but Yang Yuan, as Jiang Jichu said, is a magic stick with real talents and learning, and he beat the ghosts on the first floor to tears without much effort. Father calls mother.

Chen Zhu ran up to the second floor ahead of time, and then hid.

Yang Yuan soon came to the second floor, and saw the magic circle in the middle of the second floor at a glance.

He walked over quickly, swiped his two fingers together, and the talisman papers all over the ground spontaneously ignited.

He stepped over the ashes, knelt down beside the boy, and shook him.

"Wake up."

The boy faintly opened his eyes.

Yang Yuan: "You are a child, why are you here?"

I don't know if it was Yang Yuan's luck or the boy's luck, but this is one of the few moments when the boy is sober.

But the boy didn't speak, or maybe he couldn't.

Yang Yuan seemed a little speechless.

He got up to leave, but the boy didn't stay.

When Yang Yuan took a few steps and turned his head, the boy still looked at Yang Yuan with calm eyes.

The boy didn't beg, not even a look.

Xie Ji guessed that the boy had been poured with too much yellow spring water. Although he was a living person, his body was already full of ghostly aura. His consciousness of survival was wiped out, and he didn't have any hope that a stranger would have good intentions.

His eyes followed Yang Yuan, it was purely subconscious, or he hadn't seen anyone else for a long time, he was dying, and wanted to take a look.

When Yang Yuan turned his head for the third time, the boy was still looking at him with calm eyes.

Yang Yuan showed a bit of helplessness, but he still hugged the boy into his arms.

Yang Yuan walked out of the altar with the boy in his arms. Chen Zhu was still standing in the altar and could only see Yang Yuan's back.

Xie Ji guessed from Yang Yuan's movements that Yang Yuan took out something from his bosom, handed it to the left hand holding the boy, and then bit the tip of his right finger, dripping blood on the thing.

So out of thin air, the thing showed a light that was so thin that it was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, and Yang Yuan followed the guidance of that light and left the real altar.

Xie Ji watched everything silently, maybe Yang Yuan knew the effect of the true altar for concentrating souls, so he came to find someone.

It's just that I didn't find it, but I met a boy who was not in a good condition, and my conscience broke out, and I took him back.

The boy drank too much yellow spring water and was dying, but Yang Yuan managed to save the boy and raised him by his side.

Many years later, Jiang Jichu accidentally helped the boy with a small matter. Yang Yuan, as a guardian, expressed his gratitude to Jiang Jichu and figured out the relationship between them.

The memory ends.

Xie Ji opened his eyes, and everyone looked at him expectantly.

"How about it, benefactor, did you help me?"

"Mr. Xie, what did you see?"

"Brother, how is it?"

Xie Ji did not respond immediately.

In just a few breaths, he came up with a daring plan.

He asked the ghosts of the True Altar, "Have you tried to leave?"

Ann spread her hands: "The altar can solidify the soul. It exists, so we exist. Not to mention inseparable, even if we leave, where can we go as ghosts?"

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He said sincerely: "Thank you for your help, it is of great help to me."

Wu Shuang and Chen Zhu laughed together: "That's good, as long as you can help your benefactor."

Ann: "But you still have to go up, right?"

Xie Ji: "Yes, we can only leave if we go up."

Faced with Xie Ji's insistence, Ann could only compromise: "I see that you not only want to go to the second floor, but also the third floor. Let me explain in advance that I can only protect myself by relying on Zen, and I won't be able to help you when I fight There are too many, and the ghosts on the third floor are even more terrifying, I can't even go up."

Xie Ji: "Thank you for your kindness, don't worry, my teammates and I can solve the next thing."

Ann and Zen, Wu Shuang and Chen Zhu provided them with very rare and valuable clues. Xie Ji is already grateful for helping them to this point.

He gestured and led everyone up to the second floor.