I heard that you are the illegitimate son of Hades?

"In this way, Xia Ziye was awakened by the great battle of the ancient ghosts. She met my brother and became a ferryman to temporarily replace the Ming woman and take him back to the underworld. And because Xia Ziye was still an independent ancient The wronged soul was not recorded in the book of life and death and the death scroll. Even if she returned to the underworld, she would not have a household registration. The household registration check in the underworld is very strict, so she went back to sleep and the story ended. The next thing is the hungry ghost Wu He saved you that time and now." Su Yuan finished speaking slowly, applauded herself, and then quickly drank her saliva, the first time she said so many words, she almost lost her breath.

"This...is this...the truth about Chu Ci's death?" Jiang Han asked her, pointing at the picture on the screen incredulously, "Are you sure? This...is so cruel..."

"History is cruel. Just like what is written in your history textbooks, after Shang Yang's reform, Shang Yang himself was torn apart by a car, and Empress Lu invented the human pig. It's the same reason. The reason why you didn't feel their cruelty before is because Because those people are not the ones you pay attention to, and they have nothing to do with you. You have been watching as an outsider from the beginning to the end, but now it is different." Su Yuan spread her hands, she has been living in different historical illusions, and has witnessed The death of loved ones time and time again, the softest string in her heart has long been numb. If she had to cry for everyone's death, she would have suffered from depression long ago.

As a human being, sometimes it is better to be cautious, close to vermilion is red, close to ink is black, it is good to be a bystander, learn to never waste your extra feelings, and witness the next death.

"Okay, the purpose of your coming to the illusion has been achieved, it is to read my brother's life and understand him better, now you have read all of them, what else is there? If you have nothing to do, hurry up and go, I want to sleep Let's go." Su Yuan dozed off and glanced at Jiang Han, crazily hinting that he should hurry up.

"By the way... I have a question, oh no, I... can I ask a question?" Jiang Han said slowly. He had just witnessed Yuanci's lonely death, and it took him a long time to slow down. come over.Fortunately, as Chu Ci said to himself, it's all over, life, you still have to look forward.

He hesitated for a long time before raising his hand to ask a question.

"Say something quickly," Su Yuan was getting impatient.

"Why didn't Yuan Yize's soul be included in the formation like those ordinary people?" The souls of the common people were suppressed underground by the altar formation as Su Yuan said just now, but the soul of Yuan Yize was not. Being restrained, he was still free to help Chu Ci block the roaring sword rain.Fortunately, You Yuanyi chose to sacrifice himself to save Chu Ci, otherwise, Jiang Han might not see Chu Ci.So in this particular case of Yuan Yi, well, that's a problem.

"Because Yuan Yi is a marshal. He marched and fought for most of his life. He didn't know how many people were slaughtered in order to defend his family and country. The killing was too heavy, and his spirit body was contaminated with too many wronged souls. How could he be the same as the ancient wronged souls?" Do you expect to use the wronged soul to suppress the wronged soul? And there is no magic weapon of the Underworld, at most it is to weaken the resentment in comparison." Su Yuan explained to him very patiently, although I don't know if he can understand.

She saw that Jiang Han nodded as if something was going on, and she was relieved. Fortunately, it's okay. Fortunately, although this child is a little stupid, he can still be saved.

"Oh, so that's the case, okay... I see, let's go now." Jiang Han just turned around and wanted to leave after finishing speaking, but after looking up at the kaleidoscope plot scrolling around, he took a step back Ask Su Yuan: "Where are you... I... How can I go back?"

"Simple." Su Yuan closed her eyes and stretched out her hand to snap her fingers. Before her voice fell, Jiang Han sat on Si Nanshu's sofa unharmed when she opened her eyes again, as if nothing had happened just now.

"Wow, it was sent back so quickly, thanks to Su Yuan."

"How is it? I came back from the illusion of memory, have you finished watching it?" Bie WeiMian, who had been waiting for him for a long time while playing with his mobile phone, saw that he had woken up, and the paper symbol on his forehead had disappeared, so he knew is back.

"Water, can I have a glass of water?" Jiang Han's throat was dry for a moment, only smoking.

Bie Weimian hurriedly poured a glass of water and handed it to him, Jiang Han took it and took a long gulp.

"How is it? Are you feeling better?" Bie Weimian asked him with some concern.

"Okay...okay." He put the water glass on the guest table, "What time is it? Should I go back?" Jiang Han saw that the sky outside the window was getting cloudy.

"Now, almost two hours have passed, it's still early." Bie Weimian turned his eyes to the phone screen again.

"Let's go, I still have something to do, thank you today."

"You're welcome, you should thank Su Yuan for your truth." Bie Weimian showed him a sweet smile.

At this moment, her cell phone rang, and she glanced at it, it was He Yi's call.

"What do you mean? What's the matter?" She pressed the answer button.

"Don't sleep...weep! Hurry up! Tell your sister! The seal is going to... the seal is going to be released! Hurry up...ah...beep beep..." Before He Yi finished speaking, the phone appeared Busy voice, "What's the matter?!" Jiang Han's face turned pale when he heard the abnormality on the phone.

"What's wrong? You talk."

Bie Weimian stared straight ahead in a daze, pinching the phone in his hand, unable to react for a long time.

"What... what's wrong?" Jiang Han asked her tentatively.

"Hurry up, hurry up..." Bie Weimian hurriedly stood up and grabbed the coat that was on the sofa, "Go...you go to Brother Aci, go and tell him, Dazhou Huangfen is about to be overwhelmed. "

"What's the matter?!" Jiang Han only looked at her anxiously, but didn't know what happened.

"It's the ancient ghost..." Bie Weimian muttered to himself, his eyes flickering uncontrollably, "The ancient ghost... can't hold on anymore..."

"Ancient Wrathful Soul? You mean..." Jiang Han seemed to have heard this term not long ago, as if he had heard it in Chu Ci's memory fantasy. Life to feed the ancient innocent soul to help it break through the seal.

"The one in Chuci's memory... the ancient soul..."

"That's right... we can't stay any longer, let's go!" As soon as he finished speaking, Bie Weimian turned into a gust of wind and left first.

Jiang Han froze in place, his eyes looked at the hourglass placed on the desk beside him, the hourglass fell slowly, and the falling sand grains piled up in a pile at the bottom.More and more grains of sand leaked down, and the pile of sand that had been built before collapsed, and a new pile of sand was built to cover up the traces of the previous collapse. It was like a change of history, and the new history covered up the old. Memories, without leaving a sound.

He recalled the appearance of the Baicheng collapsed into ruins in his memory. What was destined to happen in the future could not be replaced, and the disaster that should come would still come. It was only a matter of time.

Jiang Han came back to his senses, rushed down the stairs, and rode his bicycle towards Baicheng No. [-] Middle School.

Please, please, you must be here.

This is a natural disaster, no one can escape.

Today's Baicheng is no longer the old Han 800-mile city. In the Han 800-mile city in those days, there was Yuan Yi, and Yuan Yi had the souls of millions of warriors who could fight against the ghosts of ancient times. But now... the whole Baicheng is withered and desolate , only the rustling breeze blew past him, carrying countless ashes in the wind, like the product of burning, floating silently.