The unusual black and white atmosphere was found. In addition, the current situation of the dragon mother needs to be quiet, and Yang Zimei decided to go back temporarily, and wait until dawn to observe the situation.
Several of them just wanted to leave, and suddenly they saw a person walking mechanically from the opposite side. In the hazy moonlight, they looked a little pale.
I saw that he walked straight all the way, walked directly into the lotus lake, and his body was in the mud.
But I continued to move forward, and walked until the dead corpse in the center of the lotus lake, and then lay down and sank.
"What's going on?"
Yang Zimei looked at Xuehu in doubt, "Is he looking for his own death?"
"Not looking for death by himself, but that he was dead."
Xuehu replied.
Yang Zimei's heart sank.
It is estimated that it is another poisoner.
It seems that the dead body sinking in Lotus Lake is like this.
Yang Zimei looked at the center of the lake, and I saw a soul floating in the lake aimlessly. It seemed to be looking for something, but she couldn't find it. It was very tangled.
Yang Zimei looked at the objects like incense burner in his hand.
It is estimated that it was looking for this.
She jumped into the lotus pond and walked to the soul of the soul. After seeing it clearly, she was surprised to find that this soul was actually the old man he met today.
I didn't expect him to die now.
The old man also saw her.
Because it was the first death, he may not realize that he was dead. When he saw Yang Zimei, he greeted him in surprise, "Girl, you are here too."
"Old."
Yang Zimei screamed, "What are you doing here?"
The old man looked around the lotus, "I don't know, I just want to turn around here, hey, amazing, I can walk on the lotus, I don’t know if I dream or what happened."
"It's not dreaming, but you are dead, Lao Lao."
Yang Zimei had to say this cruel thing.
If a ghost, if you don't wake up, you can't get a state of death, you will not get a new life.
"I ... dead?"
The old man looked at her incredible, "Girl, aren't you kidding? How can I die? Am I not alive?"
Yang Zimei took him to the place where the corpse just now.
His corpse has not completely sank into the mud, his face is clearly visible.
The old man's soul looked at his body, trembling incredible, reached out and touched his own soul, and found that he was in a state of nothingness.
Then he understood that he was really dead.
"How can I die? How can I die? My body is obviously good. Impossible. This must be a dream, it must be a dream!"
The old man's soul is constantly thinking.
"Old man, accept this fact! Born, sick and die, it is originally a human being. You died unknowingly without a lot of illness, and it is a blessing."
Yang Zimei comforted him.
"I ... I haven't lived enough, I haven't told my wife's son, I just die now, how can I do it?"
The old man said, and suddenly he looked at Yang Zimei, "Will you kill me?"
Yang Zimei smiled bitterly, "Lao, I and I have no grievances, how can it hurt you?"
"Not you hurt me, how do you throw my body here?"
The old man's soul stretched out his hands excitedly, trying to choke Yang Zimei's neck.