Chapter 1808 Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
At this moment, a vague and vast voice suddenly sounded: "Ashes return to ashes, dust returns to dust."
"Let the deceased be at peace, and let the living be free..."
The sound seemed to come from far away from the sky, and it also seemed to be exploding in my ears. It was very strange.
A strong sixth sense told Ye Wudao that the voice seemed to be speaking to him.
After a little thought, Ye Wudao decided to go over and find out.
It didn't take long for Ye Wudao to discover the owner of the voice.
An old monk with a white beard and white eyebrows was sitting by the river fishing, with a kind face.
For some reason, the more Ye Wudao looked at this old monk, the more familiar he felt, as if he had seen him somewhere before.
Ye Wudao was the first to speak: "Old sir, have we met somewhere?"
The old monk nodded: "Yes, donor, we have indeed met."
Ye Wudao: "Where have you seen it?"
The old monk smiled mysteriously: "You will know later."
Ye Wudao: "Ashes return to dust, dust returns to dust, what did you say to me just now?"
The old monk nodded.
Ye Wudao: "What does this mean?"
The old monk said: "That's the literal meaning."
"Dust is originally dust, and it should exist in the world of dust."
"Soil is soil, and he should live in the world of soil."
"Donor Ye, you do not belong to this world, and your existence in this world is unreasonable."
"Let's go, I'll take you to the world where you should exist."
Ye Wudao frowned: "Mysterious!"
"If I don't exist in this world, then which world should I exist in?"
"If you dare to talk nonsense again, don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless."
Ye Wudao decided to ignore this old madman and turned to leave.
"Donor Ye, please stay." The old monk called to stop Ye Wudao: "Donor, listen to me, you are really no longer suitable for this world."
"I was ordered to take you to our world."
Ye Wudao was happy: "Oh, then tell me, which world do I belong to?"
The old monk pointed to his feet: "Hell!"
Be bold!
Ye Wudao was furious: "If you dare to humiliate the commander-in-chief, you are guilty!"
The old monk hurriedly said: "Shen Shuai is just your title in the world."
"In the underworld, you are just an ordinary ghost."
"Besides, I'm not humiliating you, I'm just telling the truth. To be honest, you are now dead."
Ye Wudao: "You should be lucky that my Wolf King Death Squadron is not around."
"Otherwise, based on what you just said, they will cut you into pieces!"
The old monk smiled bitterly: "I knew Shen Shuai wouldn't believe me!"
"Come on, I'll convince you."
The old monk got up and walked dozens of meters eastward.
By the faint light of the fire, Ye Wudao suddenly discovered that there was a tomb there.
On the tombstone, the words "Tomb of the Divine Commander Ye Wudao" were clearly written.
Is this my grave?
Is this the tomb that the old monk built for me?
His eyes burst out with angry fire: "Old bald donkey, in order to deceive me, you even made a fake grave."
"Now it's hard for me not to kill you."
The old monk said: "If Donor Ye doesn't believe it, you can open the grave and see if your body is in the coffin!"
Ye Wudao said indifferently: "If there is no my body, I will punish you with death."
He released a burst of energy and exploded the tomb on the spot.
The coffin lid was also half blown open.
When he saw the coffin clearly, Ye Wudao suddenly felt light-headed and his limbs were trembling.
It's true!
Inside the coffin is actually his own body!
I, Ye Wudao, am dead?
When did I die!
How is this possible!
Fake, this must be fake!
The old monk said again: "Donor Ye, please follow me."
"Don't waste time!"
roll!
Ye Wudao lost his mind in anger, and flew out with the powerful Dragon King Sword, splitting the old monk into two pieces on the spot.
Not a drop of blood was shed from the old monk's body, and it even slowly came back together, with no visible injuries.
This chapter has been completed!