Others think that Guang Han's heart is as hard as iron, and it has always been like this.

But Guang Han knew he was not.

Just like what he said to He Shu, he was also longing and envious once, and he was also a mortal with flesh and blood, gradually disappointed and cold-hearted, and finally neither sad nor happy, without any expectations.

When he was very young, he was crying and fussing. He was hugged by the wet nurse, half teasing and half threatening, telling him that if he cried loudly, bad guys would come and catch him.

Later he found out that it was not the bad guys who were tired of crying, but his half-brother.

Since his biological father did not recognize his status, he could not even be called a brother.

The eldest son, An Qingzong, was favored by his father since he was a child. He can be described as gold and jade, and he can call the wind and rain. Compared with him, Guanghan, who doesn't even have a surname, is like a weed that no one cares about growing wildly in the corner. Qiu Shuang died immediately, and lived in obscurity and hardship.

But what if you come from a different background? If I were Anqingzong instead of Guanghan, if I could make my biological father change his mind and rebel against soldiers, would he be able to change the course of history and even cause chaos in the world?

If he had a choice, he didn't want to be displaced all his life, who would want to be homeless for half his life, and who would want to be alone and not be the same as others?

He just got used to it, not liked it.

No one is born strong, all the strong grow silently.

At the moment he saw the fragment in his hand, Guang Han also saw a door opening to him.

It is a door to start over.

He can use this to change the past, and even change his entire unbearable past.

Guanghan seems to understand why the magical mirror that reverses yin and yang, the past and the future makes people so fond of it.

It can evoke delusions deep in people's hearts, let them magnify infinitely, and turn them into sweet temptations.

But Guanghan couldn't refuse this temptation.

Thoughts flooded in, he finally chose to put away the Ambilight in his hand.

It's not that Guanghan is not clear about Beihao's intention to smash the magic mirror.

But now everyone still thinks that the magic mirror is in Beihao's hands, and most of the pursuers are concentrated on his side.

If Guanghan wants to use the fragments of the magic mirror to do something, it is still too late.

With a huge treasure in his arms, he walked silently on the Naihe River.

Recently, the situation is very chaotic. Even Naihe, which has been calm for a long time, is experiencing high winds and rough seas. Those who cross the river have been subverted several times.

The wind and waves roared and rolled up his robe, making a sound of hunting, but his figure moving forward in the wind was still tall and straight.

It was very peaceful around.

Because in normal times, Guanghan often sits here quietly, and the remaining prestige is still there. Rao is the underworld where ghosts walk at night, and no evil spirits dare to come forward to harass them, because they can smell Guanghan's breath from a distance, avoiding this killing god .

Walking from here to the end of Naihe is the junction of yin, yang and chaos.

That is the most chaotic place where the clouds are turbulent, and it is also the place where Guanghan's thoughts can most be realized.

And this road is the only way to get to the destination.

The road became more and more dangerous, and there was even a stone bridge flying across the cliff like a moat, for only one person to pass sideways.

The turbulent flow here, the yang qi is not exhausted, the yin qi is continuous, and the chaos is intertwined.

Not to mention people, they are ghosts, and they will feel uncomfortable after a long time, so ordinary ghosts are hard to find.

Guanghan flew across the bridge, unmoved by any chaos around him.

But suddenly, he stopped.

He saw someone ahead.

To be exact, there are ghosts.

The ghost sat on the stone by the bridge, bent over with his chin resting, and was watching the chaotic clouds flying under the cliff. Naihe was deep and seemed interested, and even waved at him.

Guang Han was silent for a moment and walked over.

"What a coincidence." The other party said.

His tone was very calm, not at all depressing and cold as a ghost.

If it weren't for the ghost breath on him, Guanghan would almost think he was a big living person.

"What are you doing here?" Guanghan asked.

"Looking at the clouds, looking at the water, the light is dark, or it is not far from the scenery in the world. What about you, are you also looking at the scenery?" The other party was curious.

"Do not."

The other party didn't seem to care about Guanghan's simple and rude answer, smiled, and continued to stare at the river from there.

"Why don't you enter the ghost town and wait for reincarnation?" Guang Han suddenly asked.

"Being a human is like working overtime, and being a ghost is like taking a vacation. You finally have two days off, do you still want to rush to work overtime?" The other party tilted his head and answered as a matter of course.

But this is a fallacy.

Many ghosts, no matter how exhausted they were before their death, hoped to die as soon as possible, because as long as they have experienced the prosperity of the world, they will never forget the warmth of the lights of thousands of homes, and the underworld is full of miserable coldness, every step of the way. You must be surrounded by infinite resentment during your lifetime. Unless you have no liberation in your life, how can you compare to being happy in the world?

After many ghosts die, their ghosts linger, and there is a certain reason for them to miss the mortal world.

Guanghan doesn't believe that anyone can really like this place, but it's just a few days fresh.

"You seem to want to kill me." The other party suddenly said, "Ghosts can also die. I read in "Liao Zhai" that ghosts die for hunks, is it true?"

Guanghan: ...

He had no interest at all in discussing such academic issues.

"I'm leaving." Guang Han said, "If someone comes to ask you, my whereabouts-"

Before Guang Han could finish speaking, the other party immediately replied: "I will say that I have never seen anyone here, ah no, there are ghosts."

With an expression like "I know what I'm interested in", he seemed to want Guang Han to praise him.

Guang Han stared at him for a long time, nodded, and walked away.

Not much time left.

Guanghan understood that the Yin soldiers who were looking for the mirror would catch up sooner or later, and that was exactly what the Beihao wanted to see.

He is not soft-hearted, just killed the other party, and the ghosts still exist, I am afraid that there will be more traces.

Walking further and further away, he couldn't help but turn his head.

The man was still sitting there, leisurely and lazy, not like a lonely ghost wandering in the underworld at all.

Every time Guanghan saw him, he felt that he was a little familiar, as if the two had a long history.

Maybe it's the other party's last life, maybe it's a passing.

But those are not important anymore.

He turned around and moved forward decisively, the corners of his robe were lifted by the wind, leaving a little bit of residual warmth in the cold.

The further you go, the harder the road will be.

The rough and difficult journey is just an appetizer, and the yin wind that howls and roars like a sharp knife on the cliff can make the ghost unbearable and dissipate.

Unable to move an inch, advance and retreat lose ground.

But Guanghan's pace was never slow, he still took one step at a time, passing through the narrow stone crevices and arriving at the junction known as the most chaotic place in the underworld.

He took out the fragments of the divine mirror.

In front of the unparalleled streamer, the turbulent flow stopped a little to make way for it.

Bright and dazzling, Jiuxiao falls, the creation of Zhongtiandi.

Purple light soars into the sky, consciousness pierces through the chaotic fog, and the heavens are chaotic.

In the clouds, distant thunder is faint, if there is a roar.

Guang Han didn't bother to look up, he stared at the fragments in his hand for a moment.

The streamer turned into a nun, showing an unprecedented scene.

The heart moves with the thoughts, and the mirror reflects the heart.

Pushing aside the clouds, he vaguely saw the changes in the lens.

That is……

Life and death book?

Life and death have fate, fame in the book, rich and poor, good and evil, the cause before one's life, and the effect after one's death.

What if he changed the book of life and death and went back to the past?

No longer have anything to do with An Lushan, no longer have that embarrassing origin.

He can live in this world dignifiedly, relying on military exploits to establish himself in the world, become famous all over the world, and get everything he has ever been able to get, wanted to get, but has never been able to.

Guanghan's eyes flickered, and he couldn't help reaching out to the book of life and death on the other side of the mirror.

This is the only chance.

Now that the underworld is in chaos, no one is in charge of the book of life and death, and he has a mirror in his hand, which can be tampered with at will.

After a while, the order will be restored and stability will be restored, and he may not have this chance.

A flash of light flashed through his mind, and Guanghan suddenly remembered something!

He finally remembered why he repeatedly felt that the person just now had a nice face!

Because that year, when An Lushan's rebellious army slaughtered the city, he rescued a Little Tong from the blood.

Later, Little Tong grew up as a young man, and the two met once in the frontier desert.

The unintentional grace of saving lives, looking back as he passed by, was exchanged for a few conversations at this place of reincarnation.

The other party's Rong Zao is quite different from what he remembered, and the reason why Guang Han can remember it is because of the familiar soul breath.

The appearance can be changed, but the soul will not change much.

Does the other party remember themselves?

Will he betray himself because the Yin soldiers are chasing him?

Guang Han thought about it, and then slowed down his movements.

It was at this moment of hesitation that a gust of wind blew up behind him, sweeping in!

The murderous aura surged like a sea, and he couldn't allow him to be distracted any more. Without thinking about it, Guanghan turned around and fired his gun to sweep across, and put away the fragment of the magic mirror with his other hand.

"The magic mirror... hand it over..."

When he swung his blow, white waves that looked like scales surged towards him, overwhelming the sky and overwhelming the sea in an instant, and when he raised his head alone, he felt a suffocating pressure.

Among the clouds, the dragon's head loomed, and not far away, a giant wolf leaped over the cliff and landed in front of him.

Black Dragon, Sirius.

Guanghan frowned slightly, his expression gradually became serious, and the spear in his hand slowly opened up.

"Hand over the divine mirror... let me spare you..."

This is naturally not a living thing.

But they are indeed the lingering souls of the black dragon and Sirius after death, lingering here, obsessed with back and forth, and have not disappeared for thousands of years, attracted by the breath of the magic mirror.

The Yin soldiers hadn't arrived yet, but these two evil stars were provoked.

Guanghan sighed slightly.

When it comes to fighting, he is naturally fearless, he is afraid that the movement here will attract pursuers.

He even suspected that Bei Hao had already calculated all of this, and wanted to use the movement here to gain a chance to escape for himself.

But right now, there seems to be no better way.

One dragon and one wolf, all focused on him, their eyes were burning.

"Mirror..."

"There is no magic mirror." Guanghan's face was light, "If you want to kill, come here."

After he finished speaking, he jumped up first and pointed his gun at Sirius!

Amidst the turbulent clouds, the black dragon swooped down with the black clouds at the same time!

Guanghan seemed to turn a blind eye to the latter, and only looked at the ferocious Sirius, as if it was the only opponent.

Sirius didn't pay attention to him at all, opened his mouth and let out a growl, bent his body slightly, kicked up suddenly, and rushed towards Guanghan!

How can a body of flesh and blood and a soul of a mortal resist the remnant soul of a beast?

This battle seemed to have been doomed to a hasty end from the very beginning.

There is also time to flow in the underworld, but for the remaining souls of the beasts, time is not important. They have already counted their ages here. It has long been wiped out without leaving a trace.

The person in front of him is just another ants who don't know how to live or die.

But the next moment, Sirius realized that he had underestimated the enemy.

The spear turned into a silver rainbow, followed the figure of this person, quickly avoided its sharp claws, and penetrated directly into its chest and abdomen!

impossible!

It is impossible for ordinary weapons to hurt its spirit!

"This gun has been with me for many years. From the world to the underworld, it has long been my heart and soul. My ability is its ability."

The voice of a mortal came from the ear, as if he had seen through what Sirius was thinking.

This man is capable of

That is to wear gold and crack rocks, breaking the sky and shaking the earth!

boom! ! !

A huge air current exploded between Sirius and Guanghan, causing a huge impact on everything around. Even the black dragon that swooped down had to avoid the edge temporarily, and wait for the two sides to decide the victory before intervening.

In the turbulent flow, two figures were fighting fiercely, the silver rainbow was throbbing, the blood was rushing to the sky, the sky wolf was huge and the human figure was small, at first glance it seemed that the victory had been divided, but the black dragon dared not enter the arena rashly, because the man with the gun was full of momentum. , It was enough to rival Sirius.

The wind howled and howled and rushed.

The rain poured down like a torrent.

There shouldn't be rain in the underworld, but this battle caused the enchantment to tremble and Naihe flowed backwards, and the river surged backwards, and it fell from the sky like heavy rain.

Guanghan has no expression on his face, and has already entered the state of selflessness.

The long spear swept across the enemy, and he was so indomitable on the battlefield in the past.

It is impossible for a person with caring hearts to survive the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

There is only ruthlessness, only fighting intent, and only killing intent.

Once again!

He sold an opening, turned around and changed hands, Sirius was really taken in, pounced on him, and was stabbed by his long spear again unexpectedly.

This time it's the forehead.

It is here that the three souls and seven spirits condense in the Divine Palace!

The fishy smell rushed towards his face, his chest and abdomen had already been torn out with bone scars, hurting his soul, but he remained as motionless as a mountain, and still handed out the spear, stirring it up.

The black dragon no longer hesitated, roaring and flying over!

Guanghan's pale and tired mouth showed a smile instead.

Come on, isn't it just another one?

From before to now, he has been walking alone, but he is an enemy. From weak to strong, he has never changed.

If I want to fight, I will fight.

The sky does not allow me, I break the sky myself.

Blood oozed from his fingers and flowed down the barrel of the gun. It was hard to tell whether it was his blood or Sirius' blood.

Guanghan stood up slowly, looking at the black dragon that was swooping towards him, his back straightened.

Roar! ! !

The dragon's chant resounded all over the world, and the sound could be heard from far away.

The young man frowned suddenly, and looked up at the source of the sound.

He could sense that there was a big battle happening there, and in normal times, he might have been interested in going to watch the excitement.

But at this moment, he no longer had the strength to even stand up and take another step.

The pain completely submerged every bone and every inch of flesh in his body.

It was also the first time he knew that after being a ghost, he still felt pain.

Closing his eyes, the young man sat quietly.

He found that the ability to tolerate pain is also good, at least in exchange for the pain that others have passed out, he can still maintain a little sanity.

Just don't know how much time has passed.

Even the dragon chant gradually weakened, as if it was invincible.

That's great.

The young man smiled and sighed, with a trace of envy in his heart.

Such a strong power, not to mention being a man, even if he is a ghost now.

But the opponent is so strong, he can come and go freely in the underworld, no one should be able to hurt him, right?

Thinking like this, the young man became tired and gradually closed his eyes.

The sound of footsteps approached from far away.

He frowned slightly, barely opening his eyes.

His vision blurred a lot, and he couldn't even see the approaching figure clearly.

Guang Han, covered in blood, walked towards the young man by the bridge step by step.

He found that the other party was also covered in blood.

Not only was his body covered in blood, but his hands, neck, and face were covered with bruises, bones were faintly visible, and there was no intact skin.

Guanghan stopped in his tracks.

He thought that the other party was so calm that he was still sitting here and did not leave, but he did not expect that it was because of serious injuries that he could not leave.

"Who hurt you?" Guanghan was a little puzzled.

He fought a vicious battle with the black dragon Sirius, which shook the heavens and the earth, and no one dared to approach him flawlessly.

After subduing the two, he returned in blood, only to realize that a long time had passed.

The young man didn't move, as if he had no strength.

Guanghan frowned, knelt down, pinched his chin, raised it slightly, and asked again.

"Whoever hurt you, I can avenge you."

No matter what, there is always a fate between the two.

He should also make a move just because of this faint fate between life and death.

The young man shook his head vigorously and stopped talking.

Guanghan was slightly disappointed by his weakness, let go of his hands and got up, turned around and left without further words.

After walking out for a long time, he turned around.

The other party was still leaning there, without changing positions.

With such a serious injury, I am afraid that even a ghost can't do it.

It is a pity that a weak person cannot stay in hell for long.

Injury...

Guanghan suddenly stopped his figure.

The other party's injury was obviously devoured by the attack of ten thousand ghosts!

The ghost soldiers came? !

But the fragments of the divine mirror are clearly still in his hands.

With his current injury, he might not be able to withstand the Yin soldiers' pursuit, but there are no Yin soldiers around him now.

is that person?

Guanghan turned around and rushed to the opponent.

"Have the Yin soldiers been here? Did they ask you about my whereabouts?"

The urgent voice forced the young man to open his eyes slightly. His usually smiling eyes were out of focus due to the pain, and he looked like a blind person.

"I didn't betray you, I didn't say..."

He murmured, barely audibly.

Although we met by chance, although you don't trust me, as long as I promise you not to tell, I will definitely do it.

Even if thousands of ghosts ate his heart, he would never regret it.