Uncle Zhong found himself sitting on an ox cart. The sky was bright and sunny. The golden wheat fields on both sides of the road were stirred up by the breeze. The wheels of the wooden cart made a grunting sound. A big ox was wagging its tail in front.

Not in a hurry.

He turned his head and found an elderly woman with gray hair and a headscarf sitting next to him. The woman was also looking at him and gave him a gentle smile.

"Old... old woman?" Uncle Zhong's eyes were moist, "Where have you been all these years? I miss you so much."

My wife, whom I had not seen for many years, did not speak. She lowered her head with a smile and broke off the orange in her hand. Her old fingers were somewhat inflexible in breaking open the peel of the orange, stroking off the white veins on the orange petals, and then separated half of it and handed it to him.

Uncle Zhong stuffed the orange into his mouth, and tears fell from his wrinkled face.

"Long time no see, husband, how are the children at home?"

"Those little cubs are all fine. They're all fine. I'm the only one who's not doing well. Since you left, the children have grown up and gone their separate ways, and the house has become empty. I'm not used to it wherever I go."

"Does the orange tree in our yard still bear fruit?"

"It's still in bloom. The tree is covered with red flowers every year. Unfortunately, no one picks them, so many of them are left to rot."

The wife sighed and put the remaining oranges into his hand: "Go back early, this is not the place you should be."

There was an impulse in Uncle Zhong's heart, and he tightened his grip on her wrinkled hand, "Old lady, I don't want to go back, and I don't want to practice anymore. I didn't spend much time with you before, but now I stay here to stay with you.

.Good or bad?”

The crow's feet at the corners of my wife's eyes stretched out, with a gentle smile, "I never thought you could miss me like this. I heard it in my heart, and I felt a little bit regretful about my life. But I have let go of all the past events when I was alive, and now

You are just waiting to reenter the reincarnation and be a human being again. You have been devoted to the Tao all your life and have great ambitions in your heart. You should not delay it for me."

With a smile, she gave Uncle Zhong a gentle push and said, "Goodbye, take care."

The last smile of my wife was still frozen in front of my eyes, but the surrounding scenery had changed.

Uncle Zhong found himself inside the tall city gate. Under the city wall, the young people were already sitting there waiting for him.

The bright sky, the boundless wheat fields, the oxcarts walking leisurely on the ridges of the fields, and the smiling wife are all like the bubbles of a dream, dissipated within the gate of hell.

He looked around blankly, stood up, and staggered a few steps.

Fu Yun stepped forward and supported his somewhat unstable body, "Senior, are you okay?"

The white-haired old man knelt down and rubbed his forehead repeatedly with his fingers, "I never cherished her when she was with me. Although I regret it now, it's too late. She no longer loves me. This is in my heart.

It’s a hurdle that I can never get over.”

He waved his hand towards Fu Yun,

"Sorry, wait for me for a while, wait for me for a little while."

There is no way in or out of the Gate of Hell. If you want to walk through this area, you can only walk along the road to death where ghosts and ghosts live together.

The world behind the city wall is like a bustling ancient capital that stretches as far as the eye can see. Pale lights hang along the streets. The restaurants and restaurants are full of ghosts. The gambling houses and teahouses are filled with loud noises and ghosts.

A butcher selling raw meat on the side of the road sharpened his boning knife, stuck out his scarlet head, sniffed, and opened his bloody mouth and said, "Huh? It seems to smell like a stranger. Is there another smell?

Did a stranger sneak in?"

Fu Yun, who was walking by the stall, quietly held the silver moon in his hand.

Fortunately, the butcher looked around for a moment, put his head back, and said to himself, "Maybe there was a mistake. There have been too many strangers sneaking in recently, and my nose doesn't work."

Miao Hong'er held Mu Xue's hand and passed by him, gently squeezed Mu Xue's little hand, "Are you afraid?"

Mu Xue shook her head and asked, "Senior sister is inside the door. Have you seen the person you want to see?"

Miao Hong'er stayed in the hell gate for a long time. After she came out, she covered her face with her hands and sat alone on the steps for a while, then she returned to her former cheerful and carefree appearance.

But Mu Xue keenly felt that something was different about her body.

Miao Hong'er turned her head and looked at the towering door left behind.

In that bright door, the little girl still looked as cute as before,

She stretched out her tender little hands to hold her tear-stained cheeks, "Don't cry, Sister. I don't want to see Sister cry the last thing."

Miao Hong'er hugged her sister's small shoulders and burst into tears, "Are you still hungry? Do you still feel hungry today?"

"I don't feel hungry anymore." My sister smiled with her front teeth missing. "Now, I just hope that my sister will no longer feel hungry and live a good life outside."

"I've met, I've met my sister." Miao Hong'er said with a smile to Mu Xue, "Although this trip is for Xiaoye, I don't want to solve the saddest calamity in my heart."

At this moment, sitting on a dim tower in the Death Road, was a man wearing a white hat. The man's long hair was disheveled and his clothes were half-open, revealing his open chest. He didn't seem to care.

He was resting his chin on his arm, sitting boredly on the top of the tower. There were four huge and ferocious ghost faces floating around him.

"It's really interesting. Another creature has been let in."

"Both of them are bored too. Let me tease them and see if there is anyone interesting among them."

Mu Xue held Miao Hong'er's hand and walked in the ghost market. In front of her were senior brothers Cen Qianshan and Fu Yun, and behind them was Uncle Zhong who looked melancholy.

Mu Xue, who was protected by everyone in the center, looked around at this bizarre world of the undead.

A man wearing a prison uniform, holding his own head, was leaning against the counter of a shop, looking attentively to the shopkeeper's wife. The woman selling cold food had a gorgeous skirt on her skeletal body, and she still had a skull on her head.

There was a beautiful wreath on it.

A new soul dressed as a scholar stumbles along the road. When he sees someone, he pulls him and asks, "Where is this place? Why did I come here?"

"I was obviously taking a nap at home. Why did I come here as soon as I woke up?" He shook his sleeves and hugged his head. "The provincial examination is tomorrow. I have to go back. I must go back! Han Chuang studied hard and studied hard.

It’s been so long just for this day. Why is this happening? What’s going on?”

Just when Mu Xue was looking very amused.

A little boy ran past her quickly, and suddenly turned around with a look of surprise on his face, "Xiaoxue? It's you? You're finally here too."

At that moment, Miao Hong'er holding her hand, the senior brother holding the sword in his hand, Cen Qianshan with blood written on his face, Uncle Zhong holding the erhu, and the undead noisily walking around, all seemed to be frozen in place in an instant.

Out of her world.

In front of her eyes was only the little boy who seemed strange yet familiar at the same time. The boy held her hand and shuttled through the frozen crowd, leading her all the way forward, making her gradually forget many things.

"Look, everyone, who have I brought here?" The boy opened the door of a room and happily pulled Mu Xue in.

It was a somewhat simple school, with sunlight streaming in through the window lattice and shining on the mottled desks.

Several girls sitting at the desk turned to look at Mu Xue, snorted disdainfully, and continued their discussion. Several boys leaning on the window sill looked up, and some of them raised their hands nonchalantly.

Raising your hand means saying hello.

Mu Xue thought about it, this was her master's school, and she was one of its disciples. The boy in front of her, named Xiaoyan, was a junior fellow student with whom she had a fairly good relationship.

It's strange, how could I forget something so common to me.

She sat down in her seat a little confused.

There were people sitting in front and behind the seats, but the seat next to her was empty. Mu Xue felt that she had forgotten something. It seemed that a very important friend of hers should be sitting next to her. But at this moment, she could not

Can't remember who it was.

The senior sister who distributed the food knocked on the podium with a pot and spoon, "Quiet, everyone who wants to eat, please give me quiet."

The food here is not very good. Everyone only has two spoons of braised noodles with green vegetable leaves and a bowl of hot soup whose background color is unclear.

The senior sister who sent the food glanced at Mu Xue, with a trace of unwillingness flashing in her eyes, and said in a strange and strange voice, "Master said, Xiaoxue was the first to make a machine puppet. Today, her food will include a chicken leg and two braised eggs.

"

In the school, countless pairs of eyes mixed with jealousy and resentment were shot at Mu Xue from every corner without concealment.

The appetizing plate of meat and eggs passed through the hands of countless people and was delivered to Mu Xue's table.

"Senior sister. Good senior sister, can you give me one?" Xiaoyan swallowed her saliva and stared at the fragrant braised eggs, "I haven't had any meat in months."

He quickly picked up the thick sauce-colored braised egg and put it into his mouth with a happy face.

Mu Xue's heart skipped a beat, feeling vaguely that something was not good, but she wanted to stop it but for some reason she couldn't say it out loud.

The little boy who was chewing food intoxicatedly slowly changed his expression.

He covered his throat with both hands, turned pale, and fell to the ground twitching.

"Help...save me, senior sister." He curled up into a small body, foaming at the mouth, and stretched out his hand to Mu Xue with red eyes, "I don't want to die, I still want to live."

The school of cannibalism was silent, with countless pairs of eyes looking indifferently at the man on the ground wailing in pain, watching him twitching continuously, and watching him finally lose his movement.

No, Mu Xue slowly backed away. It shouldn't be like this. It shouldn't be like this where I live.

Vaguely in my memory, there is a relaxing and comfortable place where everyone laughs and eats delicious food, and can share it with each other with confidence.

"Mu Xue! What are you doing standing still? Come on!" A scolding voice woke Mu Xue up.

In front of her was a huge monster beast dripping with blood, with a long neck, a human-like head, and sharp red nails.

Countless of her senior brothers and sisters rushed towards the injured demon as if they were desperate.

"Wait a minute, don't go." Mu Xue grabbed the senior brother who just called her.

The man pushed her away and stepped forward, his eyes full of desire, "Don't bother me, that's the Nian beast, and it's full of valuable treasures."

The next moment, just as Mu Xue had predicted, the senior brother fell back to her from mid-air like a kite with broken strings. He held his broken neck high and stared motionlessly at the scarlet sky.

The huge monster fell down, and fell on top of the corpses of its sect members. The few remaining people, without caring about the dead, excitedly swarmed up to carve up the monster's relics.
To be continued...