The pale moon rose higher and higher, and something was hanging over the heads of the two. The light and shadow were deflected. Shi Wuluo's eyes were illuminated by the cold moon, and Qiu Bodeng's face sank into the shadows. The distance between them is very close, but it seems that they are separated in two worlds. One stood stubbornly waiting in the light, and the other stood motionless in the dark.

The wind is quiet at night.

Crash.

Suddenly, a large group of silver leaves fell in the air, and the two of them fell on their heads.

"...I didn't say it! If you drop the leaves on my head again, I will chop you up and use it as firewood!"

Qiu Bo Deng covered his head with one hand, waved the leaves with the other, and cursed.

Zhu Ye continued to fall, and it seemed to be getting worse and worse.

"You're going to be bald, save the last few pieces!" Qiu Bodeng was helpless.

In the rustling of the leaves, Shi Wuluo still stood stubbornly, looking at him. Qiu Bodeng tore off his black cloak and threw it to him, then grabbed the wine jar, turned and walked towards the end of the treetops. He didn't look back, just flicked the wine jar with his fingers, and the remaining half of the wine collided back and forth in the jar.

"There is Ruomu in the east of the sky, and there is a candle dragon underneath—"

His voice rose with the wind, no longer mournful or sad.

"I will cut off the dragon's feet and chew the dragon's meat.

Make it impossible to return in the morning and not fall at night.

Naturally old people don't die-"

Qiu Bodeng walked to the end of the treetop, raised the altar and drank it.

The wine jar was smashed to pieces.

"—Young people don't cry!"

He turned, spread his arms, and fell straight back without warning. The red clothes flew like a thousand flames unscrupulously spread out, wild and unrestrained.

………………

Weeping and wailing rang out in the alley.

Zuo Yuesheng slammed his head against the wall in pain and shouted in despair, "Ye Cang! I'm sorry! I was wrong! This is definitely retribution! This is definitely retribution!"

"Mother!"

Lu Jing squatted on the ground drunkenly. The clothes of the girls in Jucheng, who were already too enthusiastic, were cut into tatters, and they could beg on the spot. Fortunately, although the girls were bold, they still had the last bit of restraint and left him a trousers belt—of course, it was also possible that his belt was woven with golden silk, and the girls couldn't cut it.

"I'm in the arena!"

Zuo Yuesheng turned his head and threatened him with a ferocious face: "Howl again, I'll kill you."

Lu Jing turned a deaf ear, and continued to howl until his brains burst out.

"..."

Zuo Yuesheng took a deep breath and started looking around for a stick.

How hard did it take to persuade? Let this kid know what a sap blossom is!

After turning around, Zuo Yuesheng really found a broken pillar. He mercifully pulled out the nail on it and dragged the broken pillar back. I don't know if it was an instinct to avoid death, but as soon as Zuo Yuesheng dragged the broken column back, Lu Jing's cry was reduced, only intermittent whimpering remained.

Zuo Yuesheng scolded the gymnastics, put down the pillar, and dragged the muddy person up, intending to fight this guy back to the Liu family.

As soon as he pulled the person up, he heard Lu Jing say vaguely:

"...Resurrection grass."

Zuo Yuesheng was stunned, and subconsciously let go and wanted to slip away.

As soon as he let go, he remembered that he was empty, and Yin Yang Pei helped this kid find it. But he remembered it too late. The drunk Lu Jing had already made a thud, and the back of his head hit the ground. Zuo Yuesheng's eyes closed when he heard it.

It's over, I'm going to be chased by Yaogu.

After a long time, Zuo Yuesheng quietly opened his eyes and looked down.

Lu Jing didn't move, but there was still blisters around his nose.

Alright, alright, alive.

"What are you doing with the revival grass?" Zuo Yuesheng squatted down, puzzled, "Can that thing really revive people? I've never heard of anyone succeeding!"

"I saw her."

Lu Jing coldly opened his eyes and almost smashed Zuo Yuesheng down. After taking a sigh of relief, realized that this guy was actually still drunk, but his eyes were staring straight at the sky.

"I saw her...in the miasma."

"Xingxingxing, yes yes yes." Zuo Yuesheng said impatiently, "Nonsense, where are there dead souls and wild ghosts other than the miasma?"

When a person dies, there is a soul, and a dead soul enters the barrier.

Most of the dead souls are in the miasma fog, leaving only a gray shape. A dead soul has no form, even if you see a person with similar facial features, it is not the person you know, it just happens to change that appearance, and it will soon disappear again. The reason why the first two stages of cultivating monks are called "clear mind" and "not lost" is for this.

When mortals arrive at the Miasma Moon, they will be locked in the city, and they will not be able to see the dead souls that come and go.

But the cultivator's practice is to be able to freely pass through the miasma fog, without being restricted to one side of the world. As soon as practitioners enter the miasma fog, they may meet their old friends in the miasma fog.

The dead soul has no form, the old man is not the cause.

Therefore, be clear-headed, and then don't get lost.

"I won't admit my mistake..." Lu Jing murmured, "She is not a dead soul..."

"Look," Zuo Yuesheng patted Lu Jing's shoulder and sighed, "The deceased is gone, the deceased is long."

"No! She's not dead!" Lu Jing rolled over and sat up, dumbfounded, "She's not dead! She's in a miasma! I should...should..."

"Go into the miasma and look for it."

"Entering the miasma... Yes," Lu Jing nodded heavily, "I want to enter the miasma! I'm going to find my mother!"

"Into the miasma into your head!"

Zuo Yuesheng squeezed out a sound between his teeth, his forehead covered in cold sweat. The sentence "Go into the miasma to find it" just now was not what he said at all. It was a very cold male voice that came from the darkness deep in the back alley.