Panguan

Like a living thing, it leaned forward, then stopped a step away. As if afraid of something...

When I heard it, I stared at the mud for a while, and suddenly felt a gust of cold wind blowing gently on the back of my neck.

He frowned and turned to look away.

Behind is a deeper mountain depression, and there are two lights on the height through the fog, like a pair of eyes, looking down at this place silently.

Immediately afterwards, there came a long and mournful ghost cry from the place where the light was on.

The ghost cry was very indistinct, mixed with the voices of an unknown number of men, women and children.

The moment I heard it, I felt a tingling pain in my head when I smelled it, and my heart was piercing. He subconsciously raised his hand to rub one side of the sun xué, and clenched his teeth.

But soon he realized that it wasn't real pain, but that ghost cry was so familiar, it reminded him of the sound he heard because of the entanglement in the world, and his body reacted first.

Why did he hear the ghost cry that he was most familiar with here?

Why do those cries carry a sense of grief and catharsis, as if before leaving?

The change is so subtle that other people may not be able to distinguish it, but they can when they smell it.

Because a long time ago, Chen Bubu told him that every strand of Chen Yuan has a voice and is unique. If you listen carefully, you will find that when you untie the cage, dissipate the dust, and send someone away, those crying and screaming that scratch your eardrums at first glance will carry the meaning of relief, not so scary. It's not that unbearable either.

I heard those in this ghost cry when I heard it.

He was stunned for a while, then suddenly strode towards the two lights.

The man said that this col is a bit like Songyun Mountain, with hidden wind and energy, very spiritual. According to the old books, this kind of place can either support people or support formations.

However, there are still some differences between this place and Songyun Mountain. Songyun Mountain has thousands of green pines, but here is a bamboo forest.

It is the kind of tall bamboo that points straight to the sky, with mottled patterns on the branches, which look like weird human faces. The bamboo leaves are dense, and there are almost no gaps under the intertwining, firmly holding the mist in the mountains. Stuffed under the branches and leaves.

The same human face plus dense fog is simply a natural formation spell. With a little use, people can never enter the real depths of the mountain depression.

But when I heard it, I went in.

He didn't know how long he walked and avoided many blindfolds, and finally saw a quiet lake and a simple house through the gaps in the bamboo.

It was daylight by then.

When I heard it, under the faint skylight, I saw the door of that room opened with a squeak, and a tall figure bowed his head and came out of the room.

He was wearing a snow-white tunic, with a bright red burqa draped over his body. The placket was not covered up meticulously, revealing a pale and thin neck with a protruding Adam's apple. He wore the mask of half-life and half-death, and under the dense fog and night, he had a sense of charm.

Dust less than...

When I heard it, my lips moved slightly, but my voice was covered by the wind. He saw Chen Bubu standing in front of the house door, with a sicker air all over his body than now.

It was an appearance that Chen Dao had never shown before in Songyun Mountain, as if he had just experienced something that consumed all his spiritual energy. Exuding exhaustion and laziness that cannot be concealed, but lonely as a mountain pine and green bamboo.

He rolled up his wide sleeves, exposing a section of his wrist. Blue-purple tendons snaked out from the sleeves, extending from the wrist to the back of the hand. Because of the pale and morbid complexion, it was a bit strange and shocking.

But he himself didn't seem to see it, and only moved his fingers a few times.

Wisps of black air escaped from his fingertips and slowly gathered into a thin mist in front of him.

Chen Bubu looked at the mist through the mask, and suddenly said a word.

His voice was low, indistinct in the wind. But when he heard it, he knew what he was talking about.

Obviously he shouldn't be able to hear clearly, but he just knew what Chen Bu said.

Chen Buhuo said to the black mist, I'll see you off for him.

Ears ringing when I hear it...

He heard the most familiar ghost cry again, but it was not clear. So that it was difficult to judge at that moment, whether he really heard it, or just remembered it suddenly.

In fact, it doesn't matter which one, when Wen Shi heard the cry, he had already figured out what he saw——

It was the mortal fate that had bound him day and night. After being cut again and again by him, he fell into the spirit washing circle, and was carried by Chen Dao together.

And on the day of the unknown year, month and day, at the dawn of dawn, the dust will not dissolve and dissolve for him, and send those people in the dust away for him.

In fact, after careful calculation, there should be his real family members there.

Back then that city was slaughtered to the point where there were mountains of corpses and seas of blood. If those people hadn't suppressed and blocked him and buried him at the bottom, he might not have been able to wait for Chen to come.

There should be himself in there.

There are his greed, hatred and ignorance, and the obsession and attachment that he could not express...

He saw Chen Bu raised his hand to gather the black mist, and the next moment, the mist turned into a large blue bird, flapping its wings, flying from between his wide sleeves to the dimly lit sky...

It's like turning a bit of dust left by Shen Qiao into white plum blossoms when I heard it.

One of the blue birds was special, it landed at the end, circled around the dust, and flew away after circling for a long time. When it left, it dropped a piece of emerald green feathers.