The city streets are like rivers and lanes like streams, and when the streams and rivers converge, they become lakes.

The Yuan altar is about ten feet wide and fifteen chapters high. There are two folds around the altar. There is a folded gate with four columns and three doors on each side of the wall. The altar is divided into three layers. At this time, there were two teachers and two women standing under the gates of the four squares, and the two lights at the bottom and the middle were lit in circles, a total of thirty-six lights.

"The soul is separated, where are you going?

The Quartet does not return, where are you going?

Where is the homeland? Where to go is unknown! "

On the high platform, Zhou Ziyan walked around a male corpse and sang in a sharp and high-pitched voice.

Qiu Bodeng looked at him from a distance, and only felt that this young man who was skilled in nursing children during the day seemed to have suddenly changed into a solemn and solemn person. Yu Haoran's ethereal thick earth sternly scolds the wandering soul.

"The soul is back!"

The teachers and girls under the quartet sang in unison.

Zhouzi Yanhe held the knife in his hand, the tip of the knife sank into the chest of the deceased, and as he walked around the platform, the blade of the knife went from top to bottom, cutting the deceased open. After a person's death, the blood should gradually dim and gradually solidify, but at this moment, Zhou Ziyan slashed and fell, but the blood spewed out like a spring, and the color was bright red.

"The soul returns! The thick soil and miasma, the only thing is to rest.

Go back to the soul! The sky is boundless, its only rest!

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The water mist rolled over, and the desolate soul-calling song passed through the square lattice door with the condemnation and call of the homeland. Sunlight gradually appeared around the altar, which was originally covered with snow and silver by the light from the bottom of the water. One-tailed red scorpions do not know when they came by the fog. They danced in groups around the platform. In response to the songs of the teachers and daughters, they were like mothers, fathers and brothers, and old friends, gently urging them to drift away. Where are the wandering souls returning home.

Qiu Bodeng held down his temple.

Zhou Ziyan presided over "Gui Shui" using the dialect of Licheng. Qiu Bodeng had never learned any city dialect except the general Yayan. He didn't know the specific words, but he seemed to have heard I have heard similar sounds thousands of times, so that when I come into contact with a similar melody, I suddenly understand the call that is pouring out of this strange language.

The soul of the deceased, don't stay in the dark for a long time, there are so many people guarding a bright light waiting for your return.

... the boundless miasma fog, the never-ending silence, there is no such darkness in the world.

Who lit a lonely lamp in the dark?

Who calls over and over in the depths of the dead silence?

Make him not lost, make his soul calm, and make him want to cry.

"The soul returns! He will never leave!"

Zhou Ziyan cut out the heart of the deceased with a knife, red as the splendor of life at the last moment. He placed the red-like heart on the square platform, and stepped back with the knife.

"Go back to the soul! Go back to the water!"

Tens of thousands of flying fire rainbows rose up and fell down, like a flower composed of countless lives, blooming grandly and closing brilliantly, submerging the high altar in an instant. deceased person.

Go back to the water! Peter will not leave!

Go back, go back!

Qiu Bodeng took a step back and leaned against the pillar, watching this seemingly cruel and incomparably magnificent scene. After experiencing conjuring and beheading, the group of Confucians submerged the altar and swirled around the altar for a long time. Such as welcome, such as acceptance.

"Do you still think Licheng is beautiful and Liyu is beautiful?"

Someone asked behind his back.

"You used to hate Licheng because of this?" Qiu Bodeng asked rhetorically.

The blood of the deceased was still stained on the sleeves of Zhou Ziyan's sleeves. The blood fell drop by drop, and once it fell from the air, it disappeared like a phantom streamer. He nodded: "When I was young, when I thought that I was dead and I would be chopped up and fed to fish, I felt very scared. When I was alive, it was whole, but when I died, it was broken. Thinking of that scene, I would cry. , I was laughed at for many years for this."

"and after?"

"Later my father and my mother died. They died very early. I watched them being sent to the high platform on the water, crying and kicking. I don't know where the strength came from. Several adults couldn't stop them. Me. They were also swallowed up by the gods. I have no father or mother. So, I hate all the scorpions. I think it is here that these fish swallowed my parents. I really hate it, and no one will listen. kind of."

Qiu Bodeng listened silently.

While speaking, Jiwei Chili swam to Zhou Ziyan's side and gently rubbed his cheek. Zhou Ziyan stretched out her hand and gently pressed one of the round foreheads with her fingertips.

"After my father and mother died, they persevered with me, no matter the day or night, there was always a red porcupine around me. Sometimes it was this, sometimes it was that, but I couldn't tell at that time, I thought it was coming. Those are the ones that come and go. But I hated them back then." Zhou Ziyan said softly.

Through the misty rain and fog, he seemed to see the stubborn and stubborn child again.

"So I deliberately hid in the room for a long time. I knew that the gods were worried about me. If I didn't eat or drink, they would stay with me all the time. I wanted to drag them and not let them go back to the rain. ...the gods can't stay away from Tianyu for too long. I actually want them to die. People's hearts are so terrifying, they can be so vicious for no reason. Now every time I think about it, I want to go back and strangle myself, forget it, little white-eyed wolf of."

A red scorpion flicked his tail.

Just like when you said something wrong when you were young, an adult would slap you on the head and teach you a lesson.

"It's funny, but it wasn't Chi Po who was really close to dying, it was me. After my parents died, I didn't eat much. I thought I had been hiding for a long time, but in fact, I fell down in less than a day. When I fell down, I suddenly felt like I was being carried by my father... Actually, it wasn't my father, it was a red squid, many, many squid."

They gathered together and escorted him out of the dimly lit room.