Those years of doing business in the Three Realms

Chapter 44 Kunlun Chapter (Revisiting the Old Place)
  The two were in a stalemate for a while.

Lin Xiang's face turned red and his lips were purple after being pinched by Wang Wulong. He couldn't help but cough, his tongue stuck out, and he was about to lose his breath.

Wang Wulong didn't get any advantage either, and his skin and flesh creaked as Lin Xiang pinched him.

……

"Prime Minister Lin! Prime Minister Lin!"

Suddenly a call came to my ears.

who? Who is calling me!

……

Lin Xiang shook his head, and countless white ghosts appeared in front of his eyes.

It was like there were countless strings pulsing violently in his body at the same time. He was dizzy for a moment and his liver and gallbladder were about to burst.

"Uh-" He groaned and vomited out a mouthful of black blood.

……

"Xiang Lin! Brother Wuming! Are you okay?"

The call in my ear rang again, and the tone was more urgent and concerned than before.

……

Lin Xiang's headache was about to explode. He roared wildly, filled his hands with spiritual power, and squeezed hard!
  First, he heard the bones in his hand crackling, and then there was a clicking sound. Wang Wulong's head tilted to the side and dropped like a ball.

A column of hot blood shot up into the sky and sprayed Lin Xiang's face.

Lin Xiang was stunned. He looked at Wang Wulong's head with eyes wide open and his eyes trembling. His heart collapsed at this moment.

His breath began to become disordered, his chest rose and fell violently, and he slowly fell to his knees, as if he couldn't believe what had just happened.

He killed someone!

He killed his friend!

At this moment, countless tiny black vines sprouted from the blood, scrambling to wrap around Lin Xiang's heart.

……

"Xiang Lin! Wake up quickly!"

A burst of magic sound penetrated Lin Xiang's brain like a sharp blade, cutting a tight string in his brain.

……

A ding sound.

……

Lin Xiang's eyes once again became filled with double images, rising and falling. Just when he was about to be shaken to the point of vomiting, all the images finally merged into one, and his eyes gradually became clear.

……

It's like waking up from a dream.

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Lin Xiang knelt in the cave with a confused look on his face. There was no blood and no falling head.

Wang Wulong was fine, standing aside and looking at him nervously.

"..."

Lin Xiang shivered and woke up completely.

I saw that what I was holding tightly with both hands was not Wang Wulong's neck, but the strange hand that attacked him last time in the cave.

The strange hand had been bent and deformed by his pinch, and was lifeless.

Lin Xiang spat, threw the strange hand on the ground, stood up and said: "Fuck!"

"What happened to you just now?" Wang Wulong asked anxiously from the side.

Although Lin Xiang was awake and still dreaming, he couldn't distinguish between illusion and reality for a while, and said in a bad tone: "I'm hallucinating."

"Hallucination? Do you know that you were just halfway there when suddenly a crazy light illuminated the entire cave, waking up all the strange hands sleeping on the cave wall?"

"Really?" Lin Xiang looked confused.

"Yes, you are still using your spiritual power to attack everywhere and provoke these strange hands. No matter how I call you, you won't listen!"

"Then why don't you hold me back?"

"You keep releasing your spiritual power, and I can't get close to you at all." Wang Wulong explained.

"Fortunately, you have knocked out most of the monsters, leaving only this fish that slipped through the net and strangled your neck."

Lin Xiang took a closer look and saw that not far away, stumps and severed hands were scattered all over the ground.

"Are you... okay?" Wang Wulong asked very worriedly. He saw that Lin Xiang's expression was not very good, and he had just vomited a mouthful of black blood out of anger, so he was very afraid that something would go wrong with Lin Xiang.

Some of the strange hands on the ground were dead, and some were still struggling. As Lin Xiang looked at this scene, the bloodthirsty and cruel murderous aura that had been suppressed just now suddenly felt like it was resurrecting.

Lin Xiang shook his head desperately and slapped his head with his hand.

Wang Wulong didn't dare to interfere, fearing that he would fall into madness again.

After struggling like this for a few minutes, Lin Xiang stretched out his arms, his face turned pale, and he stood there with a helpless expression, full of the feeling of exhaustion afterward.

Seeing this, Wang Wulong squatted down, turned his head and said, "I'll carry you, come up!"

Lin Xiang was silent for a moment, then suddenly said angrily: "Don't talk yet! I can't figure out what is an illusion and what is reality! It's very annoying!"

"..."

Wang Wulong was yelled at for no apparent reason and looked at Xiang Lin aggrievedly.

Lin Xiang stood there and thought for a while, feeling that he was really weak now. Can't walk anymore. He climbed up on Wang Wulong's back with an unhappy look on his face, and after climbing firmly, he circled his neck and threatened: "If you dare to split into something and cause trouble, I will blow your dog's head off!"

Wang Wulong held Lin Xiang's thighs with both hands, then stood up and whispered as he walked: "It's the dragon head..."

Lin Xiang wanted to retaliate, but for a moment he felt that his vocabulary was a little limited.

It seems that the fight with the monsters just took a lot of brain cells...

Fortunately, I woke up early, otherwise the consequences would have been disastrous...

Damn...

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When he reached the abyss, Lin Xiang was a little scared.

Because he also encountered a hallucination in this place last time. Lin Xiang had just come out of the hallucination and knew the pain of being trapped in it. He didn't want to play it again.

"You have to carry me well!" Lin Xiang patted Wang Wulong on the back.

Wang Wulong nodded, and without saying a word, he transformed into a dragon, soared into the sky, and passed through the wall of fog.

Prime Minister Lin wanted to close his eyes, but then he thought it would be safer to ride on Wang Wulong's back. So I mustered up the courage and plunged into the fog with my eyes open.

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The feeling of extreme darkness and silence passed by in an instant, but it seemed like an eternity.

At that moment, Lin Xiang felt as if he had stopped breathing.

In the darkness, he saw a person with a face similar to his own, riding an animal covered in silver, and disappeared in a flash.

Like a mirror image.

That man looked like me, but not quite the same. With a startling glance, I saw that he had a face that was both coquettish and divine, like a ghost and a god, half handsome and half feminine, and his face was covered with white flashing totems that appeared and disappeared. A look that reaches heaven and earth.

Lin Xiang was stunned.

Another hallucination?

What does this hallucination mean? It doesn't kill him, so he changes his routine to make himself look more handsome?

Or is this fog reflective like a mirror?

No, this reflection is too unlikeable.

The stupid dragon Wang Wulong is definitely not that cool!
  I... I am definitely a hundred thousand times more handsome than that reflection!
  Lin Xiang had seen a lot of ghostly things, so he didn't feel strange at the moment. After all, there is a mirror in the mirror and a lesson for the current car.

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After a while, there was light in front of my eyes.

It’s another fairyland scene of rolling clouds, dragon fruits everywhere, and mysterious pillars soaring into the sky.

Prime Minister Lin couldn't help but feel strange: "Why is it always daytime when I come to this place? It should be dark outside!"

Wang Wulong turned around and said, "This is the place of eternal peace."

"How to say?"

"One end of the dragon pillar will always be bright, and the other end will always be dark. One yang and one yin will never change."

"Can the Dragon Mother come up and see the sunshine?" Lin Xiang asked.

Wang Wulong nodded: "Okay."

"That's okay, otherwise the people down there would have to stifle her into depression."

Wang Wulong smiled stupidly: "Thank you for caring about my mother."

Lin Xiang also giggled, feeling a little moved in his heart.

Last time, he went down to the cave with the two brothers, but now Wang Wulong was left alone, and everything changed in the blink of an eye.

"By the way, that wall of fog on the edge of the cliff just now." Lin Xiang suddenly remembered.

"Ok?"

"Why does it look like a mirror!"

Wang Wulong didn't understand: "What do you mean?"

"Stupid! Didn't you see? They just took photos of us!"

Wang Wulong was silent for a while and asked in a strange tone: "Did you just come here with your eyes open?"

"Yup!"

"Next time, don't dare to open your eyes and cross the wall of fog."

"What?"

"Brother Chen said that this fog wall is very evil. If you see something you shouldn't see, be careful and lose your soul."

"..."

"Losing the soul is light. If you get lost in it and can't get out, you really will never get out again."

Lin Xiangting's whole body trembled. He didn't know whether he was frightened or scratched by the cold turbulence in the air.

"This kind of thing should have been mentioned in advance..." Lin Xianghou's voice changed with fear.

"The fog is so dark and thick. Who knew you were so brave?"

"..."

Lin Xiang was speechless. He had been used to being timid in his life, but he had just become brave this time on a whim and almost killed himself. He should continue to be timid in the future.

It seems that what his grandmother said before her death is very correct: timid people live long, and bold people die on Maojin Ferry.

Maojin Ferry is a ferry crossing in Lin Xiang’s hometown.

Legend has it that this ferry is very evil, and every year there is a quota of income, and at least three boys and girls are drowned.

There is no limit to the number. Young men, old ladies, as long as the ferry wants to accept them, they can do so.

But even so, when the tide rises every year, many people still run to the river beach to catch fish regardless of life and death.

I remember one time when I was a child, Lin Xiang also wanted to form a group with his friends to go fishing, but his grandma stopped him.

Lin Xiangxin thought it was not that serious, so she told her grandma: "It's okay. We are all by the river. We won't go deeper, and we won't go to the muddy areas. Besides, Zhao Xiaoqiang can swim."

His grandma replied directly: "The timid people will live long, and the brave people will die on Maojin Ferry. If the river god wants to take you in, does he care whether you know how to swim? He will pull you off in the time it takes to urinate." Go down."

Lin Xiang thought it made sense, so he didn't go.

It's not that he is superstitious, but that he feels that he is not a lucky person.

Therefore, Prime Minister Lin preferred to listen to his grandmother's words, and he also learned many survival philosophies from an early age: shooting the first bird with a gun, saving people when the river floods, strong men dying first, and fattened pigs being slaughtered first.

If you don’t want to suffer a loss, you need to listen to the advice of the elderly. After entering the society, Mr. Lin realized that these words were the damn truth among truths.

Now it seems that these truths are applicable to all three worlds.

But Lin Xiang's timidity is also principled. For example, under normal circumstances, he would not jump into the river to take a bath, but if he saw someone falling into the river, he would definitely find a way to save him. Even if it is dangerous, as long as it is not If his life is in danger, he will try his best. He is a timid brave man.

He, Lin Xiang, has his own philosophy of life.

Thinking of this, Lin Xiang suddenly missed his grandma very much.

His eyes couldn't help but feel a little moist.

(End of this chapter)