"Lingling" Songjiang Hunwu University - In the president's office, the old-fashioned telecommunications are buzzing.

In the dark room, a slightly hunched figure wearing thin clothes came to the desk tremblingly, picked up the phone receiver: "Who."

Mei Hongyu's face was a little solemn, and there was often no good news when calling in the middle of the night.

"Principal Mei, I'm sorry to bother you so late. Professor Wang Tianzhu left in the library." A young teacher's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Leave." Mei Hongyu confirmed.

"Yes, Principal, I once asked Professor Wang Tianzhu where he was going so late and whether he needed to accompany him, but she looked a little dazed and ignored me.

Professor Zhu's condition is obviously something wrong, you see.”

Mei Hongyu: "When?"

"Just just now, she is heading towards the school gate, and I dare not stop her."

"Yes." Mei Hongyu frowned, put down the phone receiver, turned her head to look at the night outside the window.

At the same time, the south gate of Songjiang Soul Martial Arts School.

Two students watching the night watch were stunned when they saw a "monk and nun" coming.

The students who can watch the school gate at night are of course all senior students.

Although students rarely see Professor Wang Tianzhu in the past few years, such a unique appearance reminded the two students of this concise library director immediately.

"Professor Wang?"

"Professor Zhu?" The two students asked tentatively, and noticed that there was movement at the gate. Several more students walked out of the duty room.

Unfortunately, the students' respectful greetings received no response.

The students had little contact with this "Pine Soul Sweeping Monk" and could not understand Wang Tianzhu's temper. As she walked towards the iron gate, the students hurried to open the door.

Wang Tianzhu is a teacher. If she wants to leave, she naturally doesn’t need to explain the reasons to the students.

To take a step back, Wang Tianzhu is a powerful soul warrior, not something that a few college students can manage.

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The characteristics of Songjiang Soul City are still there. In the middle of the night, the street lights on the street had already gone out. After leaving the campus with lights on, Wang Tianzhu walked alone into the snowy night.

This scene made several students confused. One of them hurriedly returned to the duty room and contacted the on-duty teacher by phone.

The student here just called and a figure fell down.

"Principal Mei."

"Principal Mei!" Several students said with sharp eyes.

"See Professor Zhu?" Mei Hongyu's hoarse voice was very distinctive, and in the darkness, it made people feel creepy.

"Yes, Principal! Professor Zhu just went out and walked west along the street."

Huh ~

The students only felt a flash in front of them, and the old principal rose and fell, drifting into the night.

Although the streets of Songjiang Soul City are covered with snow and covered with silver, they are not as cold as imagined.

Against the backdrop of the illuminated lantern and paper cage, Mei Hongyu gently tapped her toes and moved forward, and also found the figure of the monk and nun moving forward alone.

Just one glance, Mei Hongyu felt that something was wrong!

When an insider looked at the trick, Wang Tianzhu's steps were too heavy.

Even though she didn't use snow steps and didn't want to step on the snow without marks, the "creaking" sound made by the pair of cloth shoes when they contacted the white snow can still attract attention and expose her direction.

Whether it is Mei Hongyu or Wang Tianzhu, they are all top soul warriors who have emerged from the Blood Sea Corpse Mountain, or even ancient gods who witnessed the rise and fall of the Northern Snow Realm. How could they make such a low-level mistake?

The habits left on the battlefield of life and death have been integrated into the physical instinct, unless

Mei Hongyu jumped lightly and landed beside Wang Tianzhu, accompanied her forward, and said hoarsely: "Tianzhu."

Without a response, the expressionless monk and nun seemed to be immersed in his own world.

Mei Hongyu's dry palm rested on the monk and nun's shoulders and spoke again: "Tianzhu?"

Finally, the monks and nuns reacted.

She was indeed a little dazed in her spirit. She turned her head and looked at the pedestrians beside her for a while before nodding and responding: "Hongyu."

Facing his old comrade-in-arms who had struggled at the same time, Mei Hongyu was so kind that she smiled softly: "Why, come out and have some breath?"

Wang Tianzhu was silent for a moment and said, "Go to some places and go back to his hometown to take a look."

Mei Hongyu:???

Hometown?

Mei Hongyu thinks she is not old yet, and Wang Tianzhu’s home is at Songjiang Hunwu University.

She has never married for decades, and she is guarding Songjiang Soul Martial Arts. During the war, she is occasionally sent to Wan'an Pass to guard the city wall.

The snow realm almost covers all of Wang Tianzhu's life trajectory, but what is not covered is the years when she was young.

Her hometown is outside the snow realm!

A vague premonition arose in Mei Hongyu's heart: "Do you think you are in good health?"

Although Wang Tianzhu looks much younger than plum and Hongyu, Pine, Zhuzhu and Plum are of the same generation.

As Chinese people, they do pay attention to falling leaves returning to their roots.

This is also the only reason why Mei Hongyu could think of Wang Tianzhu's leaving without saying goodbye.

"No, I'm not at the point of death." Wang Tianzhu finally had a look on her face, but her smile was a little bitter. "My brain is a little confused, and some memories are pouring in. I think I have to go back to my childhood place to see."

To be honest, Mei Hongyu really thought that her old comrade was exhausted, but when she heard her say this, Mei Hongyu breathed a sigh of relief.

Ordinary old people can also vaguely detect something when they are about to die, let alone these soul warriors who destroy the world.

This type of people have a very high level of development of their own bodies and their judgment of physical functions is extremely accurate.

Mei Hongyu, who knew her old friend, relaxed and said in confusion: "I am not like you when I leave so anxiously."

It is indeed too abnormal that the mountain guarding Songhun leaves without saying goodbye.

"Yes, which one is the real me?" Wang Tianzhu sighed softly, "Is this world real?"

Mei Hongyu was completely confused, that is, Wang Tianzhu was talking to him. If it was another person, he would kick him up!

"Hongyu."

"explain."

Wang Tianzhu: "In my mind, suddenly a series of memories were unblocked.

In those memories, the things I experienced when I was young and the people I met did not match my cognition.

I was like looking at the childhood memories of a stranger, but when I think about it carefully, the stranger seemed to be me."

Mei Hongyu looked at Wang Tianzhu silently. Under the natural law of birth, old age, sickness and death, it is possible that she will suffer from any disease at this age.

It would be fine if it was an ordinary old lady.

But Wang Tianzhu?

And Wang Tianzhu, who wants to get out of the snow realm and enter human society?

Any accident will be an unimaginable disaster for society!

Mei Hongyu pondered for a moment and said, "Since that's the case, I'll go with you to have a look."

Wang Tianzhu shook his head gently: "Go back, Hongyu, take care of Songjiang Soul Martial Arts, and stand in the last shift."

"I have been standing for this last shift for a long time." Mei Hongyu laughed silently and moved forward tremblingly. "If you want to get out of the snow realm, summoning the snowy night is a good choice."

Wang Tianzhu: ""

Even fools can see that Mei Hongyu’s inner worries are.

Principal Mei did not hide this mood. He pointed out the "Hurrying to summon the snowy night" very bluntly, just telling Wang Tianzhu that he hopes you will realize your trance at this moment.

For a certain type of person, every day of life is history.

For example, Mei Hongyu at this moment.

No one would have thought that Principal Mei, who has been standing in the Snow Realm Soul Martial Arts banner for decades, would quietly abdicate in an ordinary night.

Such an iconic character has an extremely brilliant life, but when he left, he did not give anyone a chance to bid farewell, nor did he give the world a chance to be grateful to him.

That night, the entrance and exit checkpoint of Songjiang Soul City welcomed two soul warriors admired by the world, and also sent away the two old men.

Songjiang Soul Martial Arts University-In the Martial Arts Hall, in the lounge of the former teacher Sihuanian.

"Buzz"

The cell phones on the bedside table were buzzing, and the screen reflected a little light.

On the bed, a fair arm leaned over, groped around the cabinet, put the phone in front of his face, and saw a strange number.

"Who?" The unique smoky voice lingers in the quiet room.
To be continued...