Why is my master always lost and swollen? !

All the lights have gone out.

Mr. Baohe lay down in the dark, this was his first night in the world of nothingness.

"I don't know how long it has passed." Mr. Baohe touched the red string on his wrist, thinking to himself, "When Aning left before, he didn't ask clearly what the time difference between this place and the outside is. An hourglass of sand Will it take one day, ten days, or a year to finish the leak here..."

It has only been half a day since he arrived here, and he has seen many strange and frightening things, and many strange and frightening people.

Especially Faceless Man and Kuafu, although they pretended not to be familiar with each other, they obviously knew him before.

"Why pretend not to know? No, have I ever known such a strange person?"

Mr. Baohe suddenly thought, maybe he is really an old monster who has lived for a long time, so long that he has forgotten all these old friends and all the things he has experienced before.

"Jingwei... Kuafu..." Mr. Baohe muttered the names of these two people.

Kuafu asked him about the "sun" before, could it be that that guy is really the mythical "Kuafu"?

Mr. Baohe thinks it is not impossible.

"They should have been gone a long time ago." Mr. Baohe thought, "So, this place is called the void world? Is it a cemetery for those who have already died?"

Mr. Baohe was in a trance for a while, not knowing whether he was dead or alive here.

However, even if he is still alive now, what about the future?

Mr. Baohe suddenly let out a long sigh, feeling indescribably disgusted with the future.

If only time stood still at this moment.he thought.

However, thinking of Liu Zian, he suddenly wished that time could pass faster, and faster.This surprised him very much.

"Although I don't want to admit it, what Jingwei said about the baby is indeed true." Mr. Baohe said in his heart, "I really have always put that child in my heart."

Until now, Mr. Baohe still feels that his feelings for Liu Zian are just the elders' love for the younger generation...

The next morning, the valley was still filled with thick fog, and the cabin seemed to be floating in the clouds.Opening the door and looking, Mr. Baohe felt like a piece of duckweed floating on the water.

Aren't many people in this world like duckweed, without sustenance and roots?

Mr. Baohe felt that he was becoming more and more sentimental.

He sighed heavily, and closed the door, feeling as depressed as a boy who just saw his sweetheart get into another sedan chair.

This morning, the only sound that made him feel a little happy was the knock on the door delivering food.

Open the door, there is no one outside the door, only a big food box.

Mr. Baohe opened the food box, six dishes and one soup, and rice to take away.It's just that each one is only a little bit the size of a fingernail, and there are only a few grains of rice.

Mr. Baohe looked at the food in front of him, not knowing whether he should cry or laugh.

He finally understood why Mr. Wandering Soul was so interested in chicken bones.

"Well, your quantity here is much larger than mine. At least twice as large."

Mr. Baohe heard someone whispering from the small window at the back, the tone was half emotion, half envy.

Mr. Baohe didn't need to look back, he knew that Mr. Wandering Soul was coming, and he couldn't help asking: "What's your measurement?"

"Not much. People with bad eyes can't even see. If the wind is stronger, they will be blown away immediately." Wandering Soul said.

With a flash of his figure, he came in from the window, fixed his eyes on the food on the table, and said: "There is a trick to eating here."

"What's the trick?" Mr. Baohe asked.

"You have to eat every meal slowly, it is best to grind it with your front teeth first, and savor the taste with the tip of your tongue."

"What's the taste?"

"It makes people want to die immediately."

"Aren't you people who don't exist?"

"Aren't they me?" Wandering Soul said, "I want to eat."

"Kuafu also eats."

"But he doesn't have to."

"You have to eat?"

"If you don't eat, you will be hungry!" Youhun said excitedly, "I want to die of hunger!"

"But you are still alive." Mr. Baohe couldn't help sighing, and said, "It must be very difficult for you to survive until now."

Youhun nodded slowly, and suddenly two drops of clear tears left the corners of his eyes.

Mr. Baohe couldn't bear to watch any more, paused, and said, "We've met for a while, let me treat you to a nice meal. Do you eat meat?"

"Eat, I will eat anything!" Wandering Soul said, "Why, you want to die, let me eat a few meals while you still have a few pieces of meat on your body?"

"I don't have that awareness." Mr. Baohe smiled, poured all the meager food from several plates into one plate, then put the plate back into the food box, and when he took it out again, there was actually a lot of food in it. A plate full of meat.

Wandering Soul's eyes stared straight.

"Do you dare to eat it?" Mr. Baohe asked.

"Dare! Why don't you dare?" Wandering Soul said, grabbed the plate from Mr. Baohe's hand, and started to gobble it up.

Mr. Baohe looked at his thin and shriveled face, and suddenly said, "My name is Baohe."

"I know." Wandering Soul said vaguely with food stuffed in his mouth.

"What about you? Who are you? Why are you here?"

Wandering Soul paused, staring at Mr. Baohe with a pair of skull-like sunken eyes, and asked, "Why did you come here?"

"I'm lost." Mr. Baohe replied.

"No, you followed the whistle."

Mr. Baohe admitted.

Youhun said: "You come from the world of living people to this world of nothingness, they naturally don't like you. They want you to die, become a non-existent person, and become like them!" Youhun laughed sinisterly of.

"What about you?" Mr. Baohe asked.

"I'm miserable, reincarnated as an undead person. I want to die, but I can't die." Wandering Soul said, "They don't give me food, they want to starve me to death. But I will only be hungry, not die. I wanna die……"

"But I don't want to die yet." Mr. Baohe said, "The more others want me to die, the more I want to live and show them."

A strange look suddenly appeared in Youhun's eyes.

"You can definitely go out, you can..." He murmured, "If you can go out once, you can definitely go out a second time."

"How did I go out last time?" Mr. Baohe asked.

"I can't say, never..." He muttered to himself, as if answering Mr. Baohe's question, and as if warning himself.

As he spoke, his body floated up like a ghost, and he was about to float out of the window.

However, this time, Mr. Baohe made up his mind to ask clearly, so he clamped his wrist like lightning, and asked again: "Why can't you tell me?"

"Because..." Youhun gritted his teeth and said, "Because if I say it, we will never be friends again."

Mr. Baohe still didn't understand, and when he was about to ask again, Youhun's skinny and dry hands became as soft as gossamer, and he broke away from him.

Mr. Baohe was taken aback, and when he shot again, the wandering soul had already got out of the window, it was really like a wandering soul, floating in the sky.

Mr. Baohe was stunned.

He has always claimed to be well-informed, but he has never seen such kung fu, such a person.No, maybe he has heard of it, it seems that Aning mentioned it, but even this kind of memory is very vague.

Has he discussed similar topics with Aning?

Has he ever been to this place?

Had he really known these strange fellows?

All memories are gradually blurred, Mr. Baohe has been locked here for a long time.

Exactly two days?three days?Or four days?He can't remember.However, the meat that was put into the ring during the match with Kuafu was almost gone, and the wandering soul hadn't come to him for a long time.

"If you continue like this, you will be crazy even if you don't die." Mr. Baohe sighed, thinking.

He decided to go for a walk.

Although the fog was thick outside, he was sure that the road under his feet led to the northwest, and he could find clear springs and food after walking through the col in front of him.

However, this time he was wrong again.

There is neither a mountain depression nor a spring in front of it, only a thick and dense primitive jungle.

Hunger is one of the greatest pains of mankind, but compared with thirst, hunger seems to have become less unbearable.

Mr. Baohe's lips were already chapped.He has been walking for three full days among the poor mountains and valleys where no spring water can be found.

He didn't know where he was now, let alone where he was going.

There is darkness in the jungle, and the darkness is full of all kinds of dangers, each of which is deadly.Therefore, as a traveler, unless it is absolutely necessary, Mr. Baohe is not willing to walk at night.

But now, he can only go forward, there is no other way for him to choose, and he cannot retreat.

He's lost again...

Darkness, endless darkness.How much danger lurks in the darkness?

Mr. Baohe didn't dare to think too much, he was afraid that if he thought too much, he would not dare to leave.

He broke off a branch and groped forward, step by step, like a blind man.

This branch is his bright stick.

A living person actually has to rely on a lifeless piece of wood?Thinking of this, Mr. Baohe laughed.

A sneer full of sarcasm.

There is almost no sound in the darkness, but this absolute silence is also the most terrifying sound.

Mr. Baohe's breathing seemed to have stopped, and suddenly he shot like lightning, and he threw the dagger that cut iron like mud.

He didn't see anything, but he shot.

When it comes to real danger, human beings will also become like beasts, and they will also have beast-like instincts and sixth senses.

It was a snake that was caught by the dagger.

Mr. Baohe grabbed the snake's tail, threw it and flicked it, and then bit the snake's seven inches.

The fishy and bitter snake blood flowed from his throat into his stomach.

He suddenly felt as if he had really turned into a beast.

But he didn't stop. When the snake's blood flowed down, he immediately felt a kind of life pulsation.

The darkness had faded to a strange gray-blue color.

At last he had endured the long night, and now it was dawn at last.

But so what?What awaits him is the next long, dark night full of crises.

There were fallen leaves on the ground. Mr. Baohe grabbed a handful and wiped the blood off his hands.

Just then, he heard a voice.

Human voice.

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"Sir, I think I... fall in love with you." Liu Zian repeated this confession over and over again to a tree in front of Mr. Baohe's house. The more he spoke, the more fluent and confident he became.

Mr. Baohe came back from the outside, saw him at the door of his house, waved his hand, and walked over with a smile.

"Zian, why are you here today? What do you need from me?"

"Ah... passing by..."

He blushed, squeezed out three words, and watched Mr. Baohe enter the house.