The cheongsam beauty becomes a god after the end of the law

Agarwood felt compassion, stopped shouting, stopped groping, and just sat there quietly, letting time pass by.

His throat was hoarse from being out of water for so long, and his stomach was twisted with hunger.

From time to time, she would doubt her existence, whether she was already a forgotten soul, and whether there was anyone waiting for her return.

Three years passed in the endless darkness, and every second seemed like an eternity.

In the darkness where the days were like years, Agarwood came up with a thought: as long as the heart is still beating, there is still a chance to see the light of day again.

On this day, when Chen Xiangyin opened his eyes from sleep again, he saw a blurry figure appearing in the distance.

The figure became clearer and clearer until she could identify it as Ah Pong walking slowly towards her.

"Agarwood Yin?" Ah Bang's voice was tentative.

"Ah Pong." Chen Xiang led him back.

Ah Pang let out a breath and relaxed, "I'm in good condition."

"Three years are up?" Chen Xiangyin didn't speak for a long time, his voice was hoarse and his tone was strange.

"Well -" A Bang trailed off, walked up to him, stretched out his hand, "Let's go?"

Chen Xiangyin put his hand on it somewhat numbly. Maybe it was because he had been in the netherworld for a long time, but Abong's hand actually felt a little warm.

The scene in front of him changed, and Chenxiang turned back to look at the endless darkness.

After taking away the torch, it was pitch black. Here was her pain, struggle, epiphany and peace.

When he was about to leave, Chen Xiangyin suddenly had the illusion of being reborn.

She wondered if reincarnation would also feel like this?

Can returning to the human world be regarded as a new reincarnation?

No, as long as you carry the memory with you, you cannot start over.

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"When will Chen Xiangyin wake up?" He Chongtian sat in the chair in the guest room, pouring tea for the master opposite.

Master Zhuang shook his head: "I asked you the day before yesterday, and you asked me yesterday, and you ask me again today?"

He Chongtian's face darkened slightly, he pinched his brows and didn't ask any more questions.

The night when the agarwood was lured away, the crane soared into the sky and dreamed that she fell into the darkness. He reached out to fish for her but could not catch her.

After jumping down with her, he suddenly woke up from his dream.

I couldn't see the agarwood in the room, so I went to the kitchen and quiet room to look for it...

That dream gave him the feeling that she would disappear.

Master Zhuang said that the soul led by agarwood went to a place and would come back in ten days at most, and told him to take good care of his body and not to worry.

But every night, Crane Tower would dream of agarwood, and he would dream about it all night long.

In the dream, he was suspended in mid-air, seeing Agarwood in the darkness, crying and laughing, so desperate.

He didn't know where the agarwood had gone, and Master Zhuang wouldn't tell.

He only knew that Chen Xiangyin needed him.

When the crane was soaring to the sky and lost in thought, his ears suddenly caught a faint cry.

After stubbing out the cigarette that I had only taken a puff of, I just stood up when a biting and cold wind blew in from the window, which was very unusual.

Looking out through the window, because the propped up window blocked his view, he could only see a vague shadow passing in the yard under the dim twilight.

Wearing a black horse-faced skirt with gold patterns, her hands were so pale that she held a tasseled black tangerine.

When He Chongtian leaned over the window to see clearly, the man was gone.

The courtyard was so quiet that it seemed like he had just imagined it.

Without thinking too much, He Chongtian immediately walked to the bed to check on Chen Xiangyin's condition.

Seeing that her dark almond-shaped eyes had opened slightly, her lips were slightly parted.

"Agarwood?" He Chongtian called her in a low voice, but she didn't respond and kept calling her name.

Agarwood's consciousness is like a diver in the deep sea, penetrating through layers of thick darkness and slowly rising to the surface. Gradually returning from endless nothingness, the senses awaken one by one.

There was a heartbeat in her ears, her own, maybe another person's.

My body feels a warm embrace, like being gently caressed by soft feathers.

Awareness becomes clearer.

A faint aroma of burning wood penetrates into the nose, and the taste returns. It seems that the tip of the tongue can feel a hint of sweetness, a long-lost feeling.

Agarwood struggled to open her heavy eyelids, and the blurry light and shadow in her vision became clear as the focus was adjusted.

The moment he saw the crane soaring into the sky, Chen Xiangyin felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

I couldn't help but choked up in my throat, and I wanted to say something, but all I could make was a low, hoarse voice.

She raised her hand slightly, wanting to touch He Chongtian to confirm that this was not an illusion.

He Chongtian felt her movement, grabbed her hand suddenly, and squeezed it tightly.

The warm and solid strength convinced Chen Xiangyin that she was really back.

A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and tears filled with various tastes fell from the corners of his eyes.

"Is there anything to eat?" Chen Xiangyin's hoarse voice was very light and thin.

He Chongtian smiled dazedly, "Yes, I'll get it for you."

After saying this, he stared at her again. She had only been in a coma for three days. Why did the content in her eyes change so much?
He couldn't tell what had changed, but it was different.

He Chongtian held her hand to his lips and gently sucked the back of it.

The soft touch of hot flashes was clear, and Chen Xiangyin even felt the texture of his lips.

Once again, I was convinced that I had really returned from the netherworld, and my tears became even more intense.

He Chongtian put down her hand with some reluctance, "Be back soon."

After he left, Master Zhuang held the tea cup and approached the bed, looking up and down at Chen Xiangyin, "It's a blessing to be back so soon."

Chen Xiangyin didn't respond. Three years, no more and no less, was just right. Any longer, and she might still go crazy.

Not wanting to speak, Chen Xiang got out of bed and went out to the yard.

Looking up, there is a bright moon hanging high in the sky. It is out of reach when I raise my hand, but there is moonlight falling on my hand.

Agarwood held the moonlight and presented it to the eyes.

A wisp of wind blew by, blowing her hair, and Agarwood felt that her thoughts were extremely clear.

In the current situation, it doesn't matter whether Pang Wenkui is the holder of the Karmic Fire or not, and it doesn't matter whether he is the one who uses women's blood to make blood medicine.

Pang Wenkui imprisoned and tortured her, organized and developed a secret society, and later used evil methods to harm more than a hundred people in the logistics warehouse center of Zique Town, and they were burned alive in a fire.

Today, Qingshan City is covered with clouds and the wind is treacherous.

Getting rid of Pang Wenkui is imperative.

Of course, the evil spirits must be dealt with first before that.

Chen Xiangyin suddenly thought of something. Since Master Zhuang was working for Pang Wenkui back then, the manager changed his mind and made amends for his sins.

Then she should know Pang Wenkui better than anyone else.

Thinking of this, Chen Xiangyin returned to the room again, nodded in greeting, and then went straight to the point and asked the master.

"Master Zhuang, does Pang Wenkui understand Taoism? Did you figure something out back then, or did you understand something?"

Master Zhuang's hand holding the tea cup froze slightly, and he raised his eyes to look at her after a while.

"I can only tell you half of it."

Chen Xiangyin then sat next to him and said, "Thank you."

At this time, He Chongtian happened to bring a tray with seven or eight small bowls, and heard Master Zhuang speak slowly.

"Pang Wenkui is my master..."