Time has meaning only in the sun, and where there is no daylight, time is stagnant. Shen Jue raised his head, and he could see the huge hourglass hanging in the mid-air of the ghost town. This was the only symbol of the connection between the underworld and the human world. Every grain of sand that slipped down meant that the relatives in the human world had grown old for another hour. The ghosts are always happy and sad about the hourglass.

Soon you will meet the person you want to see;

He/she is close to the time of death;

This is really an unbearable torture, a game between emotion and reason, a battle without winner or loser. And the ghosts will regret it. There are still many things that have not been done during their lifetime, and they can do more and better; there are still many things that have not been said in time, and there is clearly a lot that can be said.

Shen Jue stood on the side of Huangquan Road, watching the black and white impermanence holding the new ghost from the other end. The soul who had been struggling was a middle-aged man, dressed in sackcloth and sackcloth, with his sleeves rolled up on his arms. There were no wounds on his body, and he died of an accident. The male ghost has been struggling all the time, looking desperate and unwilling, and he kept shouting to go back. There are two dolls at home, and he has not told his mother-in-law where the money is hidden.

That's too late. Shen Jue almost thought coldly, who told you not to say it before.

They are all like this, they are always like this. What a pathetic human being.

However, he was brought up by human beings, and he was also such a human being throughout his childhood. He pulled him up with one hand, taught him to read and understand theory, made him happy and sad, took care of him, and gave him a lot of warmth and care.

Then dropped him.

He was abandoned a long time ago, and since the Lantern Festival night when the red lanterns hung in the Shen residence of Yongcheng hundreds of years ago, he has become a bereaved little demon. He couldn't remember how many times during those tough times he had changed back into the form of a little animal, huddled in the man's big bed like a puppy, begging him to come back and hug him again and again. But he didn't come, and he never rubbed his furry belly with both hands again, saying that my little treasure is so cute, and then took him into his arms.

Only Imo appeared that night, ordering him to change back, and never allow it.

Only then did he realize that he was not the only one left behind, and that there was another person in this world who shared the same ailment with him. Even if it wasn't a human being, it was an old demon snake who had lived for more than two thousand years. He called his father, shared the same illness with him, and got along with each other. They embarked on a journey of searching because of a longing. Along the way, Yimo taught him to practice, taught him to hunt, and saved him from danger again and again. Even if they never held hands like a real father and son. This does not prevent him from taking care of this old snake like a dutiful son, accompanying him, and letting him accompany himself, looking forward to the day when he finds his father in the future.

Then found Ji Jiu.

That is someone else's father, even if he is also a son, he is better than any child, he is still not qualified to be his child. Because he does not belong to his bloodline, he belongs to the oblivion of death.

Shen Qingxuan was already dead, in fact, he realized this earlier than Yimo. His father was buried on the lonely mountain in the Shen family courtyard, sleeping in the deep loess. The thin man who hugged him and called Xiaobao would never come back again. He carried him on his shoulders and sent him to the fruit tree. Dad will never be resurrected again.

Even Liu Yan can't be replaced, because his childhood will not come again.

He will never turn himself into a small ball of pom poms, act like a puppy in Liu Yan's arms, let him comb his hair for himself, hold his ears together and shed tears for his strange appearance, nor will he In order to chase after a wooden pole with a bamboo dragonfly tied to his hand, he jumped up and down on the ground, and finally lay down on the ground when he was tired, and let the humans pick him up and take a refreshing bath. He will only show his true form, a huge black wolf with claws and fangs, and then put them away, open his belly, and let humans rest on his own.

His whole life - since he has been a ghost, it seems appropriate to say his whole life.

When he was young, Shen Qingxuan was his heaven and earth, his reliance and his shield against everything.

After that, his world was Yimo, and he always thought that Yimo would always be there. No matter what kind of person Daddy is reincarnated into, it doesn't matter what kind of name he puts on it, because Yimo believes that is the person he is looking for, Yimo will keep looking for him, and he will accompany him to look for him. Emer is always there. Because he is his father, a big snake demon who has lived for more than 2,000 years, and will live long before him.

He never doubted this, but Luofu Mountain has another tomb.

He used to go back once a year to see them getting older every year. He didn't know how to look at them, to see them being mortal, their teeth wrinkled and wrinkled under the destruction of time. Even Yimo, who had been bright for a thousand years, turned white. This old goblin who has lived for thousands of years never likes to be restrained, and even his long hair does not like to be combed. That was his father. Amusing birds in the garden, when bowed head, the waterfall-like white hair spread out to cover the sky and the earth.

At that moment, he seemed to have foreseen the white gauze on the coffin. He knew that Imo was leaving, and he died by forgetting him.

He had been preparing for a long time to usher in that day peacefully. They were neatly dressed and lay clean on the bed, holding hands and leaving him together.

He combed Yimo's hair neatly and freely, but didn't give him a crown. Yimo didn't like this. Anyone who thought that a flat white top would be proud of something on his head was a fool. He wrapped them in white silk with his own hands and put them into the coffin together. The coffin for the two of them was a piece of wood he found around in the next 20 years. , as hard as gold and iron. He split it with force and carved it into a coffin with his own hands.

He gave them their long-cherished wish to live together.

All that was left for him was a double grave.

"How to go?"

Shen Jue asked Nan Heng. Standing face to face at the intersection of Huangquan, Huangquan Road was busy with black and white impermanence, as if he didn't see him walking past the two. It is not empty talk that Huangquan Road has come and gone. Nan Heng may be able to go back, but the ghost cannot return to the sun from here.

Nan Heng smiled, and Daozhang said, "Step on the ground and sink."

No ghost would do this. They never dared to step on the swampy land and stay on it. It was safe and fast to float up, and the floating without touching the ground also satisfied a lot of human imaginations.

Of course, I heard that there are ghosts who will sink into their own will, and then there will be no more. It just disappeared.

Shen Jue said again, "My demon pill has been destroyed. What if I go back?"

Nanheng's Natural Dao Chapter "It's just a few hundred years to rebuild."

But hundreds of years. He said that the clouds are light and the wind is light. Hundreds of years are just a snap for him, even thousands of years are not caring. Of course, Shen Jue didn't care either. There was nothing worth caring about. Just looking at his face, couldn't help but think of the time when he was still the emperor of the world.

At that time, he had just grown old, and he said in the warm quilt that he was old, and all those beautiful and romantic things were over.

He was just beginning to grow old, so he didn't want to see the red face against the white hair, and he felt sad out of thin air. If it wasn't for him fighting back, if he was just an ordinary person, at that time, he might have been expelled. His emperor cared so much.

He cares about his own world, the safety of the people in the country, his military power, and his ageing years.

Instead of the present, it is normal for hundreds of years of time.

No, his emperor is dead.

It was he who carried the spirit and personally supported the coffin for burial, followed by his son, who supported the spirit and wept bitterly. The whole country mourned.

"Let's go then." Shen Jue said.

He sank his feet without hesitation, stepped on the soft road, stopped for a while, and sank bit by bit. The black road engulfed him inch by inch, first the instep, then the calf, then the thigh, until the neck, Shen Jue closed his eyes and waited very quietly.

An arm came around from behind to hug him, Shen Jue opened his eyes, and a slight white halo lit up, wrapping the ghost in the middle.

The boundless darkness is wrapped around, boundless and infinite. Shen Jue lowered his head and looked at the moon-white sleeves, the pattern on which the mid-level dragon was shuttled among the flowers, he remembered that fate, that was the life he had never lived and could never have again. And the owner of this sleeve is not the one he wants to have.

His feet have been sinking, just like he has been sinking all his life, sinking into the care that cannot be repeated in his childhood, sinking into Yimo's silent care, sinking into every moment of time spent with that emperor.

In the silent sinking, Shen Jue closed his eyes again, until the arm that was holding him was released, and he waved his sleeves and split a beam of light.

We arrived at Huangquan Road again. It's the way out, not the way out.

Hades had obviously been waiting for a long time, standing beside the black wolf's corpse, and when he saw them, he automatically gave way.

Shen Jue was gently pushed into the wolf's body.

After adjusting to this body again, he stood up and shook his fur.

The demon pill has been lost, and now he is just a wolf, no longer able to become a human, and naturally inhuman.

Standing in the sun again, the black wolf raised his head and sniffed the surrounding air. The messy and turbid atmosphere that belongs to the human world surged in.

Nanheng stood beside him and paused, "Send you to Luofu Mountain."

The black wolf nodded and returned to the tomb in a blink of an eye.

The tomb was still as it was, and the imprints he had opened up had completely disappeared, as if nothing had happened, and his death was like an illusion.

This is very good, but the best thing is that nothing has been destroyed by him, and there should be no more coffins for a pair of people.

He looked at the tombstone.

The names of his dear father and daddy are engraved on it, and below it is his signature "Love Son Shen Jue".

He kowtowed to them for the last time in the form of a wolf, got up and rubbed the cold stone tablet.

Thank you for your kindness.

goodbye.