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-Life crosses the gates of death

-Take a chariot with a unique new shape

The cold skulls on both sides of the Bridge of Bones made mournful voices, reciting an ancient and magical prophecy.

The eight skinny ghosts on the bridge carried the red sedan chair on their skinny shoulders and walked past Jiang Li, staring blankly at the gate of the underworld.The bell under the sedan chair makes a tinkling sound when the sedan swings forward, and the wandering ghosts become dull and move slowly under the ringing of the bell.

The flames under the bridge ignited without wind, swaying and clamoring, flesh and blood splashed, and blood sprayed on the white bone bridge.

Jiang Li stared at the boy who opened his arms to him vigilantly with his blood red eyes. The latter was wearing bright yellow clothes, with a hundred-year-old braid praying for longevity on his head.

"Little White Rabbit, are you scared?" The little boy walked towards Jiang Li hesitantly but carefully, squatting in front of Jiang Li.

Jiang Li narrowed his eyes and looked at his feet.

have feet?

Not a ghost?

Jiang Li turned his head suspiciously to look at the black and white Wuchang standing behind him with a face drawn, his head slightly tilted to the right.

"Is it a living soul?" Hei Wuchang floated in front of Jiang Li, looked at the person opposite, then turned his head and said respectfully to Jiang Li.

The sedan chair stopped at this moment, and the person sitting in the sedan chair stretched out his left hand to lift up the car curtain, a faint blue flame ignited on his fingertips, and the car curtain drooped straight down under the flames.

Baitu Jiangli felt an irresistible force at this moment, making him keep walking forward and getting closer to that open embrace.He bared his mouth in the direction of the sedan chair, showing his white rabbit teeth.

The people in the sedan chair chuckled, withdrew their hands, and entered the gate of the underworld while bowing their heads in black and white impermanence.

The little boy was not timid at all, he stretched out his two fleshy hands with a smile and hugged Jiang Libai's soft body from the ground, stroked the soft fur on Jiang Li's back with one hand, and stroked the white rabbit's neck with his chin obediently lowered his head to kiss the furry head of the little white rabbit.

"Put me down!" Jiang Li turned to stare at him in his arms.

"Ah! The little white rabbit can talk!" The little boy leaned back in shock, and sat down on the ground.

That was their first meeting, on the Soul Eater Fire and the Bridge of Bones.Suffering from a serious illness, Shen Yu followed the ghost to the underworld, wandered there for countless hours, and met Jiang Li, the jade rabbit who descended from the moon palace.

The strength of the living soul was gradually sucked away, and the depressed and weak limbs could no longer bear the weight of the white rabbit, and the weight of his gradually transparent soul began to be sucked away. Jiang Li passed through his limbs and fell to the ground, while depressed It also gradually flew up, unable to step on the bony bones with both feet, and was sucked away by the mysterious power of the blood-red sky.

Jiang Li still stared at him with his blood-red eyes, the same as the first time he saw him, but with more nostalgia than alienation.He didn't feel that warm embrace again until 12 years after he was reincarnated. When he fell into the pond of Xingshan Temple and the icy water pierced his bones, he was embraced in that familiar embrace.

"Hey, wake up." The guard put his foot on Jiang Li's leg, "Get up and go on the road, you really have a big heart."

Jiang Li opened his eyes, blinked in confusion, a tear flowed from the corner of his eyes, for a moment he couldn't distinguish dream from reality, past life from present life.

There were no gloomy white bones, no spurting blood and no stench. The cold iron chain made a clanking sound against the skin. Jiang Li struggled to get up, straightened his robes, held down the swinging wooden pendant, Said in a soft voice, "Let's go."

Jiang Da didn't leave, he stood outside the prison door with his back against the wall, "Oh, you didn't cry, I thought you would cry?"

Jiang Li glanced at him sideways, without saying a word, lifted the hem of his robe, and stepped across the threshold.

"Don't you like to cry the most, you cry whenever you have something to do." Jiang Da held a melon seed in his hand, knocked a melon seed with his front teeth, and spat the skin of the melon seed at Jiang Li's feet.

"I cried when Shen Yu was about to marry someone else, and I cried when I knew that I really couldn't survive." Jiang Li's voice was harsh, tainted with the atmosphere of the underworld, making people feel frightened. "Now when the knife is about to reach my neck, I suddenly can't cry."

"Do you know why?" Jiang Li suddenly turned his head to look at Jiang Da, the air around him instantly became like an ice knife, the icy blade pierced Jiang Da, and there was a bone-piercing chill.

Jiang Da's legs trembled under the long robe, and his shoulders trembled uncontrollably.Some people obviously haven’t changed at all, and their appearance and size are still the same as before, but standing in front of you is like a complete stranger. The sense of persecution seems to rob the air around you, making you feel terrified when you breathe.

This is how Jiang Da feels when he looks at Jiang Li at the moment. Every time Jiang Li gets closer, he seems to be robbed of an organ and loses a sense. When Jiang Li is only an inch away from him, he feels that his five senses are gone. , like a living dead.

Before Jiang Li opened his mouth to speak to him, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, and judged in his heart that this was the time when he was the closest to hell.

Jiang Li looked at him contemptuously, snorted, turned and left.

He was escorted to Caishikou in a prison van, Jiang Li knelt in front of the guillotine, a bearded executioner held up a jug of wine beside him and gurgled down a big gulp, the spray was silver and glistening on the cutting edge.

At the moment when Jiang Li lowered his head, he still thought that the fragrance of wine should be Xinghua Village, and he regretted that he didn't use the best Yuhuqing at the executioner's place before he died.

This is the second regret, and Gu Qing, who loves to drink, will definitely laugh at him to death.

The first regret is that I didn't see Shen Yu.

Jiang Li couldn't feel sad about this death, he couldn't even concentrate on this matter, he was like a person detached from reincarnation, admiring the games of human beings boredly.He had just realized that these long 21 years were just his own reincarnation, and he would return to the distant and icy Moon Palace as soon as the blood was spilled on the ground here.

It should be the place I saw in the dream, but I don’t know if Chang’e is as gentle as in the dream. If I tell her that I want to experience the world again, will she agree to me gently?It's hard work and depression. I'm afraid I have to wait another 20 years, and I will be 44 by then.

Jiang Li smacked his lips, and closed his eyes in disgust.

As if a magic spell had suddenly failed, the surrounding voices gradually entered Jiang Li's ears. The official lord read the heinous sentence of murder, and the Prime Minister Shangguan sat beside him and drank tea leisurely.The people onlookers scolded, they didn't understand the fact, they simply thought that Jiang Li, a bastard, stabbed to death the eldest lady who raised him so hard.

They called him a white-eyed wolf, hurt him for having no conscience, and grew up eating rice for nothing.Jiang Li just listened with a blank face. His good hearing at this time allowed him to hear a weak and deep cry in such a noisy environment. It was a kind of reserved and sad mourning that he tried hard to control but couldn't help but express.

Jiang Li knew it was his mother crying.He didn't open his eyes to look for her, he was in a feeling of infinite guilt for her, he really wanted to take care of his mother for a hundred years, but he didn't think that he was just turning 21 years old, and he was only [-] years old. Far is already so difficult.

It's really just 21 years old, Jiang Li sighed, when Shen Yu celebrated his birthday in advance, he probably wouldn't have thought that his head would be beheaded on his birthday.

After the April party found the farmer, they saw the notice posted on the city wall in the morning just after they entered the city gate. "At noon?" Gu Qing looked up at the sun, "Damn it! Why so fast?"

Si Yue's right hand suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, and the scene on the execution ground was immediately reflected. The executioner was about to swing his machete at Jiang Li's fair neck. Wrapped around April's fingers and the executioner's blade.

As if a thousand forces were pouring over him, the executioner seemed to be suspended for a moment, and the machete stayed in the air stiffly.

"This is, what's wrong with this?" The official sitting on the table immediately stood up, looking at the prime minister from time to time, muttering: "There is no problem with this joint."

After all, Prime Minister Shangguan was a calm person, he raised his thick eyebrows and sipped tea from his cup.Jiang Da, who was sitting on the side, looked up and slipped from the chair to the ground.

The machete stopped strangely, no matter how hard the executioner tried to press down on the handle of the knife, and even lay half of his body on it, the machete still stopped in the air, three feet away from Jiang Li's neck.Jiang Li looked up and saw the golden thread passing over everyone's heads, and then looked at the end of the golden thread wrapped around the blade, and then he changed the direction as if he was tired from waiting on the guillotine for too long. head on.

The executioner's sweat was so frightened that big drops fell to the ground, and all eyes were on the machete in his hand.

"Brother, do you want to rest?" Jiang Li said sympathetically.On the contrary, the executioner was even more terrified, as if his eyeballs were going to pop out of him.

"Is this person always so poor?" Sui Nanyuan stood in the crowd and looked at Jiang Li amusedly, without turning his head to ask the woman standing behind him. "Has the letter been delivered to Prince Shen?"

"My lord, there is no news over there. I'm afraid that Lord Shen is on the way..." the woman lowered her head and said cautiously.

"What's the matter with these two people? Something happened and they were crowded together." Sui Nanyuan muttered, and his face, which was obviously fairer than the woman behind him, drooped.

Suddenly there was a commotion in the crowd, the common people around the execution ground were separated by the soldiers in armor with swords, the black army marched back to court, the golden armor shone in the sun, and the soldiers standing at the front stood proudly. Holding the flag upright, as if being in this army is the highest honor.

"The eldest princess is back?"

"The eldest princess has won the battle again!"

"Those Huns must have been scared to pee when they saw our brave princess."

"Hahaha, that's for sure!"

All the people praised the armored woman on the steed horse with her hair in a bun.The woman was holding a sword in her right hand, and there was a scar on her straight nose, but the wound was very shallow, and a pink-white scar had already formed.

Almost at the moment when the soldiers called the eldest princess, Sui Nanyuan looked back like a subconscious reflex. This title has always been the tight nerve in his mind.

"Shen Muqiao is back!" His heart and mouth said at the same time, so proficient, as if even such a sentence had to be rehearsed repeatedly.

After her mother was beaten to death for having an affair, her brothers were all killed halfway by the former emperor in the name of sending them to the fief, but she was taken back that day because of the prophecy of the national teacher, and continued to live the life of a princess.The person who was asserted by Master Zhishi as a lucky star went to the battlefield to defend the country and resist foreign aggression.

"Slow!" Shen Muqiao yelled at the executioner on horseback, the voice that made the enemy fearful on the battlefield at this moment brought the strong wind of the northern border area to the execution ground.

The author has something to say:

The first two sentences are Tagore's poems, I think they are very suitable for this scene, so I use them here, especially for explanation.