The black fire of Purgatory Fire City burns day and night, twisting like a black soft sword, pointing at the gray roof. No matter what time, the screams are endless, never numb, always so awake, as if being
The red-hot sword struck at the open wound again and again, and the strongest wine was poured on the wound.
A shadow flashed in the black fire and appeared in front of Qin Weiluo in the blink of an eye. His whiteless eyes stared at him coldly, like two extremely cold black holes.
Qin Weiluo calmly stared at the spirit ghosts who had come for unknown reasons, "Why, Yin Sizai specially ordered you to see if I beg for mercy and scream like them, right? Can't he be microscopic, so why go to all the trouble?"
Lingqi still kept her mouth tightly closed, but words came out from her belly without any emotion, "The Yin Chief has ordered me to untie you and your husband, so that you can join the ranks of reincarnation."
Zhao Lian's worried eyes exuded a light of surprise. Reincarnation meant freedom. This was a luxury she had never had after being bound in the Purgatory City of Fire. Now it was about to come true. But Zi Yuan, her only
Is the child really going to be completely separated from his parents forever and be alone for the rest of his life? In the Purgatory City of Fire, she often talked about him with Qin Weiluo. Surrounded by the thoughts of his parents from afar, even though he could not see her, it was not too pitiful.
Now, even the thought that blood is thicker than water is gone. There is no guarantee that Shao Kefan's jackal will attack him. How can she feel relieved?
Qin Weiluo was startled, but remained indifferent, "When did Yin Si Zai become so compassionate? Is he trying to torture me in another way?" He and Shu Zhen teamed up to kill King Ling, not only with King Ling's cruel
His character, even if it were someone else, he wouldn't be able to let him off easily, there must be something fishy about it.
Lingzhao raised his hand slightly, and there was dark purple light flowing on the wide sleeves of the black robe. Like a thin snake spitting a message, it jumped towards the human-shaped iron frame, folded into dozens of streams, and silently hit the long spikes and flat hats, wrapping around them.
The iron ropes holding Qin Weiluo's body were untied in circles, and the spikes were pulled out of the body one by one. He was not at all excited, but only speculated on the horrific torture he would suffer next.
Ling Chi waved his sleeves, and a little light flowed towards Zhao Lian. The process just now was quickly repeated. Zhao Lian lowered his head and glanced at the body of the ghost that had regained its ability to move in surprise, and raised his hand in disbelief.
Stomping her feet, she finally ran towards Qin Weiluo, who was standing facing her, and hugged him tightly, "Weiluo, we are free."
Qin Weiluo sighed pitifully, "Zhao Lian, do you think Prince Ling will let us go easily?"
The joy on Zhao Lian's face disappeared without a trace, yes! She was just immersed in Ling Chi's words, which she didn't know whether they were true or false. King Ling wished that the black fire of hell would burn them forever until the end of time, how could he let them
They go to reincarnation.
"Follow me to Yichuan Road." Ignoring their doubts and disrespect for Yin Si Zai, Lingqi rolled up his black sleeves and carried them away from the Purgatory City of Fire. The sleeves were dark and gloomy, as if they were still but consuming people's lives.
In the winter night time, there was no longer the burning pain of the black fire of purgatory, only the bone-chilling chill. After a moment, the consciousness became clear, and the ghostly body involuntarily broke away from the black sleeves and fell into the long queue on the road to the afterlife.
Walking side by side, Lingchi's shadow was no longer visible.
"It seems that it's true, Willow, we are free and will be reborn." Zhao Lian looked around and saw that they were all numb. The undead who were dragged away by the idea of rebirth were not actually numb. The road to death was too long.
, and reincarnation is a matter of course, so it is not surprising that there is almost no expression. However, for the undead being released from the city of fire in purgatory, it is a major event worthy of celebration.
Is he really going to be reincarnated? Qin Weiluo couldn't help but feel joy on his face. As he became more and more convinced, his doubts became more and more serious. He nodded and looked at a certain place in the void, "Prince Ling, tell me the reason."
There was no answer, only the sound of the ghost warrior holding a long whip whipping the whip towards the dead. The road to death seemed like a long bridge in the void, with darkness all around and a hazy light on the road.
Next to the tall black throne in the ancient palace, there is a smaller white and light green jade seat. It is carefully carved with simple and complex embossed patterns everywhere. The chair is covered with a wide purple handkerchief and gold thread.
There was a flickering light flowing upstream.
The woman sitting on it was indifferent and calm. She was dressed in floor-length black clothes, which made her moderate figure slimmer. Her hair was partly pulled up, and a purple gold hairpin was worn diagonally through it, with a few black gem beads inlaid at the end.
, flowing with a quiet glow, while the other part is scattered on the back like splashing ink, almost invisible in the black clothes. On the plump and smooth forehead, the same black forehead protector passes coldly and proudly, in a groove the size of a thumb,
Decorated with a bright night pearl, it has a noble temperament and is unparalleled in the world.
At this moment, her gaze rested on the microscopic mirror opened by Yin Si Zai. A man in white clothes and a high crown was facing the microscopic mirror and asked in confusion, "Prince Ling, tell me the reason."
"Haha." The corner of the black-robed Yin Sizai's mouth raised a hint of cold ridicule, "Jian Xin, he is so dissatisfied that he even wants to understand his reincarnation. Do you want to tell him the reason?"
There was a certain sparkle in Jian Xin's eyes, but she just said lightly, "No need." If Qin Weiluo knew the truth, he would rather endure the torture in the Purgatory City of Fire than give her precious life for him.
Life, reincarnating with doubts, is naturally much better than reincarnating with pain and guilt.
Willow, Willow, do you know that I am watching you, for eternity, the wheel of fate keeps turning, and our fate is only less than three years.
It turns out that that time, he used all his skills during his lifetime and after his death to push her out of the sea of fire at the most critical moment. Although he saved her, he also got a real farewell and they were separated from each other.
Qin Weiluo frowned when he couldn't wait for a response, and asked reluctantly again. Zhao Lian persuaded him with joy on his face, "In this case, there is no need to go into details. The most important thing is that we escape from the sea of fire."
Her hatred for Shao Kefan and Prince Ling, and her longing for Zi Yuan are about to disappear. Everything in the world is just a big dream. Although she is vaguely worried about Zi Yuan's future, she has no control over everything. She might as well embark on the road to Yichuan.
Before, I experienced a sudden enlightenment.
Qin Weiluo looked forward, passing dozens of heads, and fixed on the faintly visible Yichuan Road. The stars in his eyes shone slightly. He was finally sure that he could be reincarnated. Lingji did not lie to him, and Yin Sizai had no idea of it.
, there was also hope and peace in his heart, and he almost forgot all the misfortunes. However, the woman in the yellow shirt was like a candle that would never go out, jumping in his heart. Yes, he wanted to see her one last time and ask her,
Was the three years of love a dream?
The Yichuan Road spreads out three feet in distance and stretches out one foot in width. It is like a slightly larger pedal, taking over the extended path to the afterlife. It is self-contained, suspended in the dark void, slowly surrounded by mist, white and white.
The mist is ethereal, gathering and dispersing, and the ground covered with a layer of frost can be vaguely seen. Since the undead body is translucent, if you step into it, you will basically disappear.
When she was only half a foot away from Yichuan Road, Zhao Lian stopped and moved to the empty area between the two queues. She looked at Qin Weiluo's eyes full of ardent hope. As soon as she stepped on it, she would forget it. She didn't want to forget it.
, life after life, she only loves the man in front of her, even if his family and country are ruined, even if he has no ambition in life.
Qin Weiluo's heart suddenly ached, he hugged her into his arms, and brought his lips to her ear, "Then, let's meet in the next life, Zhao Lian." Feeling the arms around his back tightening, he continued
He said softly, "We have to hurry up and enter the World Pass before the forgetfulness effect of Yichuan Road takes effect."
"You know?" Zhao Lian leaned her head on his shoulder, "This is the happiest moment in my life. There is no anxiety, no hatred, no big concern, only full of love for you, and you,
He said this to me at this time."
"Zhaolian, I will love you very much in the next life."
He held her tightly with his only hand, clasping each other's necks. He looked around Yichuan Road and stared at the mouth of the silently rotating circular halo, which was the Wushi Pass. His body swept up diagonally towards the Wushi Pass.
Flying away, the white clothes are like snow, and the pink clothes are like peaches, as if snowflakes and peach blossoms are clustered together, blooming in the mid-air, never falling, the other colored fabrics dotted with them are like flying butterflies, flying between the snow peaches, so beautiful
Not real.
The numb souls burst into a burst of exclamation. They were completely unaware of it. They only felt quiet and peaceful. They were pulled by the huge hope and spent their whole life's energy, just to enter the worldly pass as soon as possible, in exchange for rebirth and no grudges.
of love.
It was only three feet away from the ruins of the river, and the figure swept past quickly like a shadow. In just a blink of an eye, the two undead embracing each other had reached the pass of the world, and were swept in by an unstoppable force. At that moment, he heard in a trance
A very distant and ethereal voice said, "Willow, have a good trip."
It was her, he was sure it was her! He had no time to think about why he could hear her voice here. He just felt a sense of sadness. Jian Xin, I don’t want you to bless me, you just need to tell me whether those three years were just a dream.
?
The entrance to the world swallowed up the two undead figures. In that invisible and strange world, the white-clothed undead and the pink-clothed undead still hugged each other tightly, their thoughts were connected, and the aperture wrapped around the ghost's body and rotated, the white light was as soft as mist
, everything was hazy. After a moment, the power of extracting the pure soul from the worldly pass was gently pulled, and turned into two rays of light, which were projected to different places in the world.
However, they have not been baptized by the Yichuan Road. They still remember each other and have made an agreement in the next life. No matter where they are born and grow up, when the time comes, they will definitely find each other with their memories and abide by the reincarnation.
As promised at that time, we got married.
After the stunning sight on the Yichuan Road, it returned to silence. The numb reincarnated souls were still passing through the road to the afterlife one after another, setting foot on the Yichuan Road and entering the World Pass. Everything was proceeding in an orderly manner, each with their own joys and sorrows.
The microscopic mirror was enlightened, and the black-robed Yin Sizai looked at the black-robed undead on the throne. There was unwillingness to let the enemy go in his cold eyes. However, more of it was suppressed, secret joy and comfort, "Jian
Xin, I fulfilled my promise."
Jian Xin nodded indifferently, but his heart was full of emotions. Wei Luo, I finally owe you nothing. Remember the promise in the next life and fall in love with Zhao Lian! Those three years were just like a big dream. Well, a short fate is worse than no fate at all.