I received a bounce from a non-existent player

I looked sideways at Jiang Heng's face.He was already good-looking, and his milky white skin was coated with a layer of dazzling and warm gold by the twilight.The long eyelashes trembled with the breath, casting two thin shadows.

For a moment, I thought he would never come back.

I thought he would be locked in an unknown illusion forever by my mistake, and I used my sentence "I am not as important as them" and his angry look as our last communication.

The burden was lifted, and my tears became uncontrollable.

I want to hug him now more than ever.The spirit has just returned from the illusion of Feng Zhongyu, and all the movements are very powerless.I turned around and moved towards him slowly.

When the tip of our noses was only a finger away, Jiang Heng suddenly raised his eyes, and said in a lazy tone with a trace of teasing: "Look at which little rascal is caught..."

Before he could finish speaking, I pressed my hands on his shoulder and kissed him.

He was stunned for a rare moment.I heard him laugh, then closed his eyes and greeted him back, gentle and long.

After we parted, I buried my head in his neck and didn't speak, and he rubbed my back amusedly: "Why, don't you plan to take responsibility for something bad you did?"

I shook my head sullenly.

As if he sensed my abnormality, he pondered for a moment, hugged me and asked, "What's wrong?"

I lowered my eyes: "I had a dream."

"What dream?"

He also asked the same question in the dream, but he disappeared after the question.My lips twitched, and I finally bit my words back.

I dreamed that you disappeared.turned into a book.

Seeing that I didn't answer, he didn't ask any further questions. After hugging me quietly for a while, a soft voice came from my ear: "I'm back."

For some reason, his words in the dream sounded in my ears:

[Let's die in love. 】

"I know." I leaned against his shoulder, my voice was vague and weak, and after I finished speaking, I repeated in a lower voice, "I know."

After being silent for a while, I laughed, straightened up and wiped my eyes: "Where are we?"

"In front of someone's tomb." He still leaned on the black marble tablet behind him, tilted his head and motioned for me to look at the things on the tablet, and the meaningless gesture made me feel that this was a bench in a park, not a buried one. The illusion of a human graveyard.

I glanced over his shoulder.A photo of a long-haired woman was engraved with a laser on the black marble tablet, with her head slightly tilted, her smile gentle and restrained, and two characters vertically engraved next to it: Feng Yu.

"Feng Yu...?" I had never seen this name before, so I read it out for no apparent reason, and when I said it, I suddenly thought of something, and said in surprise, "Wind in the Wind?"

"That's it." Jiang Heng said calmly, "It's not impossible to transfer you home from the hospital, and transfer your body to its grave when our primordial spirit is out of the body."

I am dumbfounded.You can't tell what you look like.

In this way, the tomb is really a reflection of Feng Zhongyu's real tomb.

A strong sense of curiosity welled up in my heart.I wanted to dig its grave, and take a good look at what those golden toads and giant frogs represented in a mess, but thinking that the ashes lying underneath were not ashes but a corpse, I forcefully dismissed this idea.

I remembered what I said to Feng Zhongyu in the illusion of the hospital before, if it tricks me again, I will dig it out of the ground.

In fact, it did play tricks on me again.If I hadn't smashed the pot in the end, Jiang Heng might have disappeared with the illusion of the tomb now.

I looked at the photo and suddenly felt a little emotional.

It has deceived countless people in its life, and it probably did not expect to end up being deceived in the end.

It lied to me once, and I lied to it once, it was considered even.

I | Leaning on Jiang Heng, my whole body relaxed, and my mind was spinning slowly.

I had a dream before waking up at the tombstone of Riding the Wind.The scene in the dream is the same as the memory that brought me into the ward before I entered the illusion of the tomb. It is the ward of that hospital, but the content is slightly different.

At that time, the soul of Feng Zhongyu had already dispersed into the six realms, and the dream was not affected by it.

But why would I have such a strange dream for no reason?Could it be Feng Nuo Erman who caused the trouble again?

But this time, I didn't even feel Feng Nuo Erman's breath.

I didn't want to think about it, so I got up slowly, and muttered while moving: "Get up first and then talk, others will see that we don't understand in front of the grave, it will affect us..."

Jiang Heng laughed when he heard this, helped me, and said slowly: "This is a wild grave, otherwise we would have been carried away if we stayed here for a few hours."

I was stunned for a moment, and immediately grasped the wrong part of his words: "What...how many hours?" Thinking about the sunset I saw when I first woke up, my face turned pale, "What time is it?"

"Six o'clock in the afternoon on the 13th."

"Six—" My heart suddenly turned cold, "Zongge has already met Xiuluo and the others!?"

He closed his eyes: "Not necessarily. Zong Ge may not be able to move freely only on the support of the soul of the last deceased."

I frantically pulled out my cell phone from my pocket.There have been several messages on the lock screen, all sent by Xiuluo, most of which are asking me if I will come or not. The latest message was 5 minutes ago.I hurriedly opened it and sent a message:

[Langya]: Xiuluo, are you still there?

I gripped the phone tightly, my palms were soaked in sweat, and just about to send another message, the phone buzzed:

[Luohua Mutong]: Were you busy before, no response to 2333, we are still in the coffee shop, are you still here?

I breathed a sigh of relief when I got the response, but immediately became nervous again:

[Langya]: What about Zongge?

[Luohua Mutong]: I sent a message saying that I felt a little uncomfortable when it was almost four o'clock, let's meet directly at the Internet cafe at 07:30

[Luohua Mutong]: If you come after 07:30, come to the Internet cafe to find us, I will send you the address later

[Luohua Mutong]: What's the matter, are you all right?

Only then did I realize that my tone was wrong, I didn’t apologize for being late, and when I finally got back, I didn’t face up to answer whether I’m coming or not, so I remedied:

[Langya]: It's all right, but I was in a hurry to catch up with the high-speed rail, and my phone ran out of battery on the way, sorry, I will come

[Langya]: Remember what I told you before, this time I want to give Zongge a surprise, don't tell him I'm coming

[Luohua Mutong]: I know, I know, as long as you are fine

By the time I sent the message, Jiang Heng had already stood up, and the two stepped on the grave without shy away.

07:30, one and a half hours from now.The gods also had no way to deal with the eighth deceased within this short period of time.

I stared at the words on the phone screen.The sparse words became blurred.

It seems that we can only go head-to-head, and wait for the guards to get through the night safely before going to clean up the eighth deceased.

I checked the map and found that my current location is in the same city as the coffee shop, and it only takes about ten minutes by car to get there.

Jiang Heng beside him said abruptly, "Have you decided to go?"

"...Well." I nodded lightly, "I can't help it."

The wind suddenly picked up.The long grass in front of the grave brushed my shins.

He didn't stop me this time, and he didn't insist on going with me.I lowered my eyes and hesitated for a while, then a hand with strong knuckles came into my field of vision, and then his voice came: "Come with me to a place."

I froze for a moment, raised my head and looked at him: "Now?"

He said "um".

The setting sun turned into the color of fireworks in his eyes, dazzling and gentle——

Just like when I first met him.