You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

The sea of ​​stars is vast, the chasm of the sky is eternal, and a moment lasts for thousands of years;

I cannot grasp the past, nor can I foresee the future;

The stars are sparse, and the Milky Way is fading;

Time passes and cause and effect are hard to find.

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In an extremely dark room, there is a lifelike human-shaped cake on the table. The candlelight on it is flickering, but only a small area can be seen clearly, which seems extremely depressing.

Waves of birthday wishes rang out all around, and the figures were all in darkness. Although it sounded like blessings, the laughter among them was a little weird, as if hiding a different emotion.

"Kid, what are you waiting for before blowing out the candles!" a voice came.

The boy who was slapped on the head looked around. The source of the sound was very close, but the face was hidden in the darkness and could not be seen clearly.

The boy was a little confused and could only blow towards the candle.

As soon as the breath was blew out, the candlelight went out and the whole room fell into dead silence and darkness.

The boy found that his perspective had changed and he turned into the human-shaped cake.

From this perspective, even though it was pitch black around him, the boy could clearly see the people around him.

They look more like monsters than humans, with horns on their faces and sharp teeth.

The nails in his hand were dark and slightly long, and he was holding a table knife and approaching the cake.

As the knife falls...

At this moment, Nine Regions, Province S.

In a hospital ward in the provincial capital, a pair of eyes suddenly opened, and then the man patted his chest with his hand and let out a long breath:

"I was so scared. I didn't expect ghosts to dream. This is new!"

The owner of the pair of eyes in the air had a look of fear on his face.

What was surprising was that this person was floating in the air without his feet touching the ground. He was obviously a ghost.

However, what was strange was that on the bed below, a young man was lying quietly on the hospital bed. He had an ordinary face, but he was handsome and quite pleasing to the eye.

At this moment, his eyes were closed and his face was pale with a strange blush.

Looking closely, the ghost actually looks somewhat similar to the young man on the bed.

The medical record card at the end of the bed reads:

Name: Zhang Changqing

Sex: Male

Age: 18 years old

Cause: Unknown.

On the medical record card, the word "unknown" was clearly written in the cause column, as if announcing to the world that this was not an ordinary coma.

"drop------"

Suddenly, a shrill alarm sounded in the ward, breaking the silent atmosphere.

The monitoring equipment next to the bed showed that Changqing's heart had stopped beating.

Doctors and nurses rushed over, but there was no panic on their faces. Instead, there was a hint of indescribable solemnity.

"Still can't find the cause?" asked a square-faced doctor in a deep voice.

"All the tests have been done, but the results are normal." There was a hint of helplessness in the nurse's voice.

The doctor frowned, he had never encountered such a case before.

Just as everyone was lost in thought, in just half a moment, the heartbeat that had stopped miraculously resumed.

Even when seeing such a scene, the doctors and nurses showed an expression of being indifferent, as if they were already used to it.

"What about his family? Have you asked about his genetic history?" the doctor asked again.

"I've asked, and he was found to be a child picked up by his mother, so the cause of the disease cannot be traced through his relatives," the young nurse replied.

At this time, a middle-aged woman outside the door hurried into the ward.

She is Zhang Changqing's mother, Li Xiuhua.

Time has left traces on her face, but the worry for her son in her eyes has not diminished in the slightest.

Seeing that her son was still unconscious, she couldn't help but cover her face and cry.

However, just half a year after their son entered university, this sudden change disrupted their peaceful life.

That day, Changqing celebrated his eighteenth birthday. The moment he blew out the candle, he suddenly fell to the ground, his eyes closed, and fell into a coma.

The students in the same dormitory were a little panicked and quickly called an ambulance to send him to the hospital.

When Changqing first arrived at the hospital, his heart had already stopped beating. The doctors who were trying to save him looked at each other in bewilderment, and the death notice was almost on the verge of being written.

However, just before signing.

Miraculously, the heartbeat appeared again on the monitoring equipment, and the doctors were all stunned.

From then on, Zhang Changqing's fate was closely linked to this ward.

As for the cause of his illness, it has become a mystery that no one can solve.

To this day, Changqing has been lying here for nearly a month.

This sudden disappearance of the heartbeat happened repeatedly.

But every time the doctors were about to give up, Zhang Changqing's vital signs miraculously recovered.

All examinations showed that he was healthy and had no abnormalities, but why did he repeatedly fall into such a life-or-death situation? The doctors were at a loss.

Meanwhile, above the room.

The boy's soul was floating slowly, cocooning, and he said, "When will this situation end, where I'm neither dead nor alive?"

The voice of the soul cannot be heard by anyone.

He tried to return to his physical body, but was repelled each time by an invisible force.

Seeing his mother suffering because of his condition, he was extremely anxious, but there was nothing he could do.

Li Xiuhua cried so hard that she fainted at one point.

Seeing that she was too sad, the doctors placed her on a bed nearby and gave her glucose.

As for Changqing, his soul could only float helplessly beside his mother, watching her in pain but unable to give any comfort.

The people you care about most are right beside you, but one can’t be seen and the other can’t be touched.

This might be what it means to be separated forever.

At this moment, a sudden voice sounded behind Zhang Changqing.

"Hey! It's time to go, kid!"

"Who?!"

Zhang Changqing was startled by the sudden sound and turned around quickly.

A fat, sloppy Taoist wearing a black and gold Taoist robe suddenly appeared in the ward. He was over two meters tall, with a strange appearance, and his face looked like several pieces of skin sewn together, which was extremely creepy.

There was a depth in the Taoist's eyes, as if they concealed an unfathomable power. Compared with his creepy face, these eyes seemed to be original.

Chang Qing looked at the Taoist floating in the air, his heart filled with vigilance and curiosity.

The doctors and nurses in the ward did not react to the Taoist's appearance, as if they could not see Zhang Changqing.

Changqing didn't know who this Taoist was, nor did he know why he appeared here.

The Taoist looked at Changqing's spirit, then looked at his body lying on the bed, and a smile of interest appeared on his face.

“Interesting~”

The Taoist murmured.

Changqing was completely confused by the Taoist's performance. The Taoist threw an ancient bronze mirror to him. The mirror was very special and Changqing's soul could actually catch it.

A translucent spirit was reflected in the bronze mirror, it was Changqing.

However, the appearance of myself in the mirror was somewhat different from my physical body. My appearance was still ordinary, but a little different from my physical body. My hair was a strange misty blue color, and my pupils were filled with a light green color, like glass, quite dazzling, and my face was thinner.

Although the appearance is still a bit ordinary, this face has a sense of otherworldliness that is incompatible with itself. It is a bit weird, but still pleasing to the eye.

"Master Dao, what's going on?" Chang Qing returned the bronze mirror and asked, unable to suppress his curiosity.

However, the Taoist's next words made him fall into deeper confusion.

He told Changqing that his spirit was forced into a flesh shell that did not belong to him.

As he gets older, the repulsion between his spirit and body increases, which is why he repeatedly finds himself on the brink of life and death.

"Is that Taoist a ghost messenger?" Chang Qing asked.

"Ghost? I am a living person, but you are just a spirit, not a ghost. As for my identity, you can just treat me as a god in heaven!"

The Taoist said smugly with his nose in the air.

Looking at the Taoist's show-off look, the mysterious atmosphere he had just created was destroyed in an instant.

For some reason, Chang Qing suddenly wanted to beat up this Taoist.

"Hold on, hold on. I don't even have a physical body right now. If I fight, I will definitely lose."

Chang Qing took a deep breath, retracted his gaze, and turned to the Taoist beside him.

There was a hint of urgency in his voice:

"Master Dao, you are very knowledgeable. Have you ever encountered a situation like mine? Can it be cured?"

The Taoist shook his head slightly, with a strange expression on his face:

"Your condition is a new one for me. It's not your body, so I can't force it back in. It seems that the mystery surrounding you is probably quite involved."

Chang Qing frowned and asked, "Master Dao, since you came here for me, can you tell me who asked you to come? I think he knows something."

The Taoist's face suddenly changed, as if he had thought of something terrible. He was silent for a moment and did not answer.

Seeing that the Taoist was unwilling to reveal more information and looked a little shy, Chang Qing did not dare to ask any more questions.

He knew that some things could not be understood now.

The Taoist took a deep breath and his tone became serious: "Boy, you don't have much time left. I feel sorry for you, so I'll help you again. Hurry and say goodbye to your mother!"

After saying this, the Taoist made a gesture with his left hand, and a mysterious fluorescent light flowed from his fingertips.

He pointed lightly, and the fluorescent light floated towards Changqing's spirit like an elf.

Changqing only felt a strange force pulling him, and his body floated uncontrollably towards his mother's forehead.

In the blink of an eye, he found himself in his mother's dream.

In the dream, the mother knelt before the Buddha, praying in a hoarse voice, hoping that the Buddha would appear and save her son.

Zhang's mother's back looked much more hunched, and Changqing's heart trembled slightly.

"Mom, I'm Changqing!" Changqing called softly from behind his mother.

The mother raised her head and saw the transparent figure in front of her that was completely different from her son, and a hint of doubt flashed in her eyes.

But that familiar voice showed that this was his son.

"Qing'er? Is it really you?" There was a hint of disbelief in the mother's voice.

"It's me, Mom!" Chang Qing nodded, trying to make her voice sound less trembling.

Although his appearance had changed, the mother was still able to recognize that this was her son from his expression and feeling.

Seeing Changqing appear in front of her, the mother became excited.

She wanted to kneel down again to thank the Buddha for his appearance, but was stopped by Changqing.

"Mom, there's no apparition. I just came... to say goodbye to you."

Changqing's voice was choked with sobs.

When the mother heard this, tears welled up in her eyes and she hugged Changqing's illusory body tightly.

"Qing'er, is it true?" the mother said crying.

Changqing felt a pang of sadness in his heart. Zhang's mother knew that this separation might be forever and she was unwilling to let go.

As if knowing what his mother was thinking, Chang Qing held back his tears and comforted his mother with a smile:

"Mom, you have to take good care of yourself. I will take good care of myself, too."

After saying that, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times to his mother.

After bowing, he stood up and his mother hurriedly helped him brush off the non-existent dust.

At this time, the Taoist's voice came again: "Are you ready? It's time to go."

Changqing looked back at his mother, his eyes filled with reluctance and attachment.

He took a deep breath, and his spirit gradually floated up, slowly drifting towards the exit of the dream.

As he gradually disappeared into the dream, his mother's crying gradually faded away.

Changqing was reluctant to leave, but what could he do? His figure disappeared.

When he returned to reality, the Taoist was still standing beside him.

The metal-like and jade-like plate in his hand was flashing a mysterious light under the light of the ward.

Chang Qing stared at the words on the sign. He didn't recognize them, but it felt as if they were hooking away one's soul.

At this time, the Taoist's secret power poured into the token, which gradually turned into a light spot and rebuilt it.

It transformed into a pitch-black, rotating space crack with a diameter of two meters, which was slowly turning there. The darkness in the crack seemed to hide even more darkness, and the white spots of light in it flickered slightly, unwilling and unyielding, as if trying their best to survive.

Looking at the black hole, Chang Qing felt a little scared. He turned around to look at his mother who was sleeping with tears in her eyes, then looked at his body that was about to lose its soul and sighed slightly.

Before he could finish his sigh, a big foot kicked him into a black hole.

All I could hear was the Taoist behind me laughing.

"Finished!"

With the departure of Changqing's spirit in the hospital, the heartbeat on the instrument turned into a straight line again, and the Taoist disappeared at some point.

The mother woke up in shock, looked at the beeping instrument, and another tear rolled down her cheeks. She knew that this time the line might never jump again.

The medical staff rushed in, as if to confirm Zhang's mother's guess, that line was never crossed again, Changqing's body gradually became cold, Zhang's mother looked at her son's body being covered with a white cloth, as if she accepted the result, and just watched quietly...