The source of the unusual black and white aura was found, and the mother of dragons needed to rest due to her current condition, so Yang Zimei decided to go back temporarily and wait until dawn to observe the situation.
A few of them were just about to leave when they suddenly saw a man walking mechanically from the opposite side. In the hazy moonlight, his face looked a little pale.
I saw him walking in a straight line, directly into the lotus lake, and half of his body sank into the mud.
But he kept walking forward until he reached the place in the center of Lotus Lake where dead bodies were densely packed, then he lay down and sank.
"How is this going?"
Yang Zimei looked at Xue Hu doubtfully, "Is he looking for death?"
"It's not that he is seeking death, but that he is already dead."
Xue Hu replied.
Yang Zimei's heart sank.
Probably one of the poisoners.
It seems that all the dead bodies sinking in the Lotus Lake are like this.
Yang Zimei opened his eyes and looked towards the center of the lake. He saw a soul floating aimlessly on the lake, as if he was looking for something but couldn't find it. He looked very confused.
Yang Zimei looked at the incense burner-like object in his hand.
I guess I'm looking for this.
She jumped onto the lotus pond and walked to the soul. After taking a closer look, she was surprised to find that the soul was actually the old man she met today.
I didn't expect him to die now.
The old man also saw her.
Because it was his first death, he might not have realized that he was in a dead state. When he saw Yang Zimei, he was surprised and said hello, "Girl, you are here too."
"Old man."
Yang Zimei called out, "What are you doing here?"
The old man looked around at the lotus and said, "I don't know, I just want to walk around here. Hehe, it's so magical. I can actually walk on the lotus. I don't know if I'm dreaming or something."
"It's not a dream, but you are already dead, old man."
Yang Zimei had to tell this cruel thing.
If a ghost does not wake up and realize that it is in a state of death, it will not be reborn.
"I am dead?"
The old man looked at her in disbelief, "Girl, are you kidding me? How could I die? Am I not living a good life?"
Yang Zimei took him to the place where the body was buried just now.
His body has not completely sunk into the mud, and his face is clearly visible.
The old man's soul looked at his own body and trembled in disbelief. He reached out and touched his own soul and found that he was in a state of nothingness.
Only then did he realize that he was really dead.
"How could I die? How could I die? My body is obviously still very good. It's impossible. This must be a dream, it must be a dream!"
The old man's soul keeps chanting.
"Old man, accept this fact! Birth, old age, illness and death are all human nature. It is a blessing that you passed away without knowing it without suffering from all kinds of diseases."
Yang Zimei comforted him.
"I...I haven't lived enough, and I haven't told my wife and sons yet. How can I do this if I die like this?"
As the old man spoke, he suddenly looked at Yang Zimei with a fierce look on his face, "You weren't the one who killed me, were you?"
Yang Zimei smiled bitterly, "Old man, I have no enmity with you, how could I harm you?"
"You didn't harm me, why did you throw my body here?"
The old man's soul stretched out his hands excitedly, trying to strangle Yang Zimei's neck.