Wear it quickly, it's better to live a miserable life than to die

After a while, Hong Jiayi nodded and looked at Ding Yi expectantly.

Ding Yi stretched out his hand, spread out his palm, and pointed to the red wedding dress.

Hong Jiayi was confused. She looked at Ding Yi's fair hands that seemed to have magic, then looked at her own burnt and black hands, and carefully placed them in Ding Yi's palms.

The rules of the avenue were in operation, and Ding Yi's entire body was glowing. He used all his strength to push time back a hundred years and stuff the red wedding dress in.

The red wedding dress is gone, black leather shoes?

Ding Yi beat him up and personally found a big stone from the toilet to press him down.

This person is dead and doesn't deserve to live again.

Ding Yi was glad that he was in this state, so he could beat up ghosts.

Black Leather Shoes is a ghost, and a voiceless ghost at that. The look he gave Ding Yi was first filled with anger, then fear, and finally with a plea for mercy.

Ding Yi would not accept the plea for mercy and only wanted to teach him a lesson in his own way.

A golden light flashed, and Ding Yi returned to the rooftop of the dormitory building again.

The cold wind is still biting.

Not far away, it was morning reading time, and the sound of loud reading dispelled a lot of negative energy.

In the next moment, like a malignant tumor, it gathered above and underground the campus. Only the campus was spared during the day.

They will appear again after the students go to bed.

Ding Yi still doesn't understand the meaning of her coming here.

She is here, without any entity, just her own thin and transparent soul.

I remember Yaoyao said that entering other worlds in this state is a very dangerous thing.

Moreover, here, her own strength will be greatly reduced.

Ding Yi needs to conserve her energy during the day so that she can support her travels at night.

During the day, it is suppressed by the righteous spirit of the scholars. At night, after they fall asleep, it is divided into countless layers, and each layer has its own story.

The campus is on the top floor.

And above the campus, there are countless shivering souls, huddling together for warmth.

It was another new night. Thick fog filled the quiet campus and Ding Yi walked forward in it.

There was a sound of fighting coming from the front, like two armies fighting against each other.

The commander retreated, his weapons and cavalry in iron chariot, as fierce as a tiger.

At the beginning, there was give and take.

Soon, the commander of one of the sides had bad luck and was shot dead by an enemy arrow. He fell to the ground, his banner fell with a loud bang, his soldiers turned against him and fled. The team was in chaos and could not turn the tide.

Ding Yi sat on the flag of the victorious side and watched a war between ancient cold weapons.

After the war, corpses were everywhere, blood dyed the ground red, and gathered into streams.

After a simple burial, the team continued on their way.

News of victory in the war came from the front, but no one took them home.

From corpses to bones, and then later, the bones also disappeared in the long river of history and merged with the land. The wish to go home turned into an obsession, hovering above and unwilling to dissipate.

No one took them home.

They want to go home.

Poor Wuding Riverside Bone is still a spring boudoir dream.

Someone is waiting in the distance.

Some people are stubborn and linger on the battlefield day after day.

Ding Yi stepped on the ground with both feet. Suddenly, the ground shook three times, revealing countless broken bones.

One, two...

Thousands and thousands.

With her hands making complicated gestures, Ding Yi's whole body was glowing. She didn't know why she was here, but she always felt that she should do something.

The flying flowers are scattered all over the world, let those bones not forget to go home.

They have not forgotten, but with the changes of history and the vicissitudes of life, they can no longer find their home.

The locust fire is chaotic, the cold smoke is cool, you are over there, don’t lose you or forget you.

As long as someone is waiting, someone is missing you, and someone still remembers you, it is not called death.

Someone asked the lamplighter who was waiting, "Has he returned?"

Is he back?

Have you forgotten the oath you made?

I haven't forgotten you, I just can never go home again.

When Ding Yi sat down cross-legged, he looked at the white bones and felt worried.

A feeling of powerlessness came over me.

She couldn't do it with so many people.

If we really want to eliminate these people's obsessions and send them away, what is the difference between this and rebuilding the real gate to hell?

If she really had this ability and could control the way of reincarnation in the Great Dao, she would not still be wandering among the myriad worlds.

"Ah..." My eyebrows felt hot and my head hurt sharply, as if something was forcefully squeezing in.

Ding Yi covered his head and rolled on the ground.

When she calmed down again, a gleam of light flashed in her eyes.

"Yaoyao, is that you?"

No response.

The obscure key points of the reincarnation rules kept appearing in Ding Yi's mind.

To gain a basic grasp of something in a short period of time is a huge project.

The fragments of the rules of the avenue continue to operate, and Ding Yi intends to use the fragments of the rules to open the door to the path of reincarnation.

Knocking on the door of reincarnation, trying to master the way of reincarnation.

Ding Yi could never remember the lost memories, and she had no way to verify the occasional random fragments that appeared.

However, Ding Yi was eager to make a move, as the Dao was extremely important to her.

As long as she can master the complete avenue, she will be able to recall those crucial memories.

Who is she?

Where is she from?

Where are you going?

Who is Yaoyao?

What is the purpose?

Ding Yi has been hiding it all the time. Even in front of Yaoyao, who makes her feel extremely at ease, she dare not reveal too much.

Those initial bad memories, like a thorn in her flesh, always flashed in her mind.

A panic of not being able to control her own destiny almost overwhelmed her.

Yaoyao appears, Yaoyao lets go.

……

Day after day, Ding Yi sat on this ancient battlefield, accompanied by piles of bones.

The path of reincarnation is not so easy to master.

No one knows where the fragment of the great rules in Ding Yi's hand came from, but He is compatible with all the rules.

It seems that all the rules have her shadow.

Year after year, Ding Yi did not master the way of reincarnation, but he began to understand its meaning.

Reincarnation, flow, rotation, life and death, just like a wheel, it keeps turning in an endless cycle.

There is a place to come from and a place to go.

One day, Ding Yi let out a long and sharp howl.

The momentum is like a rainbow.

The whole body is filled with the sense of reincarnation, which is both real and invisible.

The ground shook, and more bones flowed through the geology and appeared in front of Ding Yi.

They are not just bones, but traces of history, and part of the flowing stream in the long river of history.

"Yaoyao, thank you." Ding Yi murmured softly.

Walk along the bones, stop from time to time and feel them.

The years passed by without me noticing how long I had been there. All the bones turned into nothingness and disappeared.

Ding Yi, exhausted, lay on the ground, laughing wildly.

"Hahaha……"

The meaning of reincarnation is small success.

At the same time, fulfill the obsession of those bones and send them home.

Go home, be born again in your old home, and start a magnificent life again.

As soon as the thought came to mind, Ding Yi appeared in the classroom.

The countdown to the college entrance examination on the classroom blackboard shows "143".

Ding Yi has been in this world for some time.

As winter turns to spring, the weather gradually becomes warmer.

There is a lot more popularity on campus.