Xiao Xue Xiao Gathering Soul

The soul gathering lamp shook, but no sound came out.

Xiao Xingchen sighed, and just when he was thinking about whether he was missing too much, another familiar voice came: "Taoist?"

Xiao Xingchen replied subconsciously: "I am here."

Seeing his answer, the voice seemed to be mixed with doubts: "Can you hear it?"

Xiao Xingchen: "Yes, A Yang?"

"Ah."

Now it is finally confirmed, the specific reason is unknown to both of them, maybe the remnant soul is about to be gathered, and the spiritual wisdom in the chaos has been opened. Although Xue Yang can't transform into a body, he already has consciousness and memory.He was able to communicate with Xiao Xingchen normally, even though there was only voice, Xiao Xingchen already felt that it was enough.

Along the way, with Xue Yang by his side, the long journey was a lot of fun even in the ordinary, and the time seemed to be much shorter.

The signs of the guidance of the soul-gathering lamp are getting stronger and stronger. It seems that the road ahead is not far away, and it is the last location.

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Guessing that he should be able to arrive tomorrow, Xiao Xingchen wanted to take this opportunity to talk to Xue Yang more, but the other party didn't seem to want to speak so much, and chose to remain silent most of the time.

Xiao Xingchen didn't know why, but after asking several times, Xue Yang said something that seemed to be wrong: "The priest will see my ugliness soon, and I hope you don't laugh at me then."

On the surface, the tone was still joking, but Xiao Xingchen could hear the bitterness in it.

"how come……"

Xue Yang actually didn't know when his own appearance would appear in the end, but in the last few years of Yizhuang, he had no appearance for Xiao Xingchen to see.

Embarrassed, unwilling, with madness.

Xiao Xingchen didn't know what he was thinking, so he had to go to bed early, after all, it was time to set off tomorrow morning.

The next day, there was a heavy fog.

Such a season should not have such a fog, and the white scene seems to indicate something.

The light of the soul-focusing lamp was almost indistinguishable in the mist, Xiao Xingchen reluctantly followed, and a hill that was neither high nor low appeared in front of him.

It was desolate, with withered vegetation and no chirping of birds or insects.

The concentrated soul lamp guides the high place.

Xiao Xingchen climbed up bit by bit, walked for a long time, and finally reached the top at about noon.

Although it was noon, the fog showed no signs of abating.

Still thick enough to blind the eyes and ears.

But there is a clearing that slowly empties out, like a trap waiting for prey to set foot in.

Xiao Xingchen stepped into the open space without thinking too much.

From the first step, the fog began to recede gradually, slowly, as if being peeled off piece by piece.

Surrounded by its true appearance.

Mottled walls, stone streets.

It looks like people don't pass by very often, or it looks like a village but there are no people.

It was difficult for Xiao Xingchen to connect the scene in front of him with that small town. Everything seemed to have not changed much, but in fact everything changed from the beginning to the end.

As he walked step by step, those memories seemed to come back with each step.

Indistinctly, a shadow appeared in front of him.

Xiao Xingchen knew it was Xue Yang, even though he couldn't see his face clearly.

He was lying on the ground, the blood all over his body seemed to be able to dye the mist red.

But at this moment, he was still waiting for his Taoist leader.