That inconspicuous little temple was located there, and Wang Zixuan felt as if he had seen a portal leading to death, opening its arms to him, and a solemn and deadly atmosphere, which made him feel uncomfortable all over.

As far as the eye could see, blood bubbles seemed to be rising all around. Every time a blood bubble burst, it was as if a living being was completely entering death.

At this moment, Yu Ziqing's voice appeared.

"I found him, don't scare him.

The people over there have almost arrived, go and watch the beheading."

In an instant, all the oppressive charm around him disappeared, and Wang Zixuan broke into a cold sweat.

He looked towards the execution platform not far away. It was already crowded with people and very lively. There were only some guys waiting to be beheaded, and he, Wang Zixuan, was incompatible with the hustle and bustle here.

"come in."

Yu Ziqing's voice came again.

Wang Zixuan stood there and waited until his weak legs returned to normal before he cheered up and walked towards the small temple.

He didn't know why Yang Mo was here, and why there was such a big change...

Entering the small temple, I saw Yu Ziqing sitting on a stone bench, boiling tea on a small stove.

"I have something I want to talk to you about."

In order to find Wang Zixuan, Yu Ziqing had to use up his old nose to block the call.

In the end, the Riddler found him through the channels of the Lord of Kuihou.

Fortunately, Wang Zixuan's hobbies have not changed over the years, and he still likes to contribute to brothels.

"You said, I must know everything and tell you everything."

When Wang Zixuan came up, he lowered his attitude and was extremely polite.

He has only been in for a while, and he can probably capture the key information from the noise here.

To sum up, the Yang Demon he feared set up a small temple here to work for Da Dui.

The person in front of me was not very polite when talking to Yang Mo, so I was actually very polite by not letting him kneel on the ground and reply.

After Wang Zixuan completed his mental construction, he instantly entered a state of excitement.

"After summarizing the findings over the years, I have come to a conclusion.

Even those bastards in the muddy sea of ​​troubled times, as well as you, are very sure that that person is sleeping.

But I'm pretty sure now that he's already causing trouble.

And eager to return.

If time passes, those bastards in the muddy sea of ​​troubled times may completely sink into oblivion.

I need them, so I have to fish them out.

There is a high probability that this will help the sleeping one return.

Everything I know about him so far comes from other people's memory armor.

But those were all things before ancient times, probably before the mud sea appeared in the troubled times.

I don't know exactly what that person's situation is now.

I don't really want to see him come back.

You don’t really want him to come back, do you?”

"I don't want to. After he comes back, the first person he has to deal with is me." Wang Zixuan told the truth.

He stretched out one hand and held a bridge with a slight gap in his palm. On the railings on both sides of the bridge, there were small black men squatting.

Looking at the thing in his palm, Wang Zixuan gritted his teeth and said.

"This is actually part of his personality, or to be more precise, it is part of his personality after his return.

He sank into the muddy sea of ​​troubled times, where he used it to forcibly tamper with his personality.

With the passage of time, coupled with his previous layout, he has actually been successful.

You also know that in the muddy sea of ​​troubled times, those bastards and I have to use memory armor to protect our existence.

Even more, they have to borrow the contents of each other's memory armor to fill themselves and anchor each other.

I just accidentally learned these things.

So I must be dealt with.

Drowning in the muddy sea of ​​the troubled world and being annihilated in it is the ending I was destined for."

Yu Ziqing picked up the teacup, took a sip, and sighed softly.

"It has something to do with ghosts and resentment, right?"

"The personality he distorted and tampered with is indeed related to ghosts, but I'm not sure whether it has anything to do with resentment. What I can confirm is that ghosts are closely related to resentment."

Yu Ziqing felt the low resentment in the small temple. Those resentments were restrained inside the small temple. These days, they have dissipated silently.

At least it seems to have dissipated naturally.

In fact, it was taken away by someone through an invisible channel.

"You keep talking."

Outside the small temple, there were noisy cheers and a strange charm that passed away in a flash, which made Zizixuan feel a little uneasy.

"The information I know, plus what I accidentally learned from that person.

In ancient times, there was no such thing as ghosts.

When a living being dies, it dies, and even the body left behind will actually return to the earth after the passage of time.

When I showed up, the rules were already set.

The soul returns to heaven, and the body returns to earth.

This includes all living creatures and all gods.

The ultimate destination of everything is to return to heaven and earth itself.

It is by relying on this kind of rules that heaven and earth can exist for a long time.

But later there was a war, the war between the ancient gods and the gods.

Everything changed. The gods were high above, holding the power of heaven and earth.

The gods control themselves, and after death, the soul does not necessarily return to heaven and the body returns to earth.

What happened in the middle was so long ago that I don’t know very well.

I only know that after hundreds of tribes began to rebel against the gods and started a war.

One day, there was a particularly outrageous person.

His life span was exhausted, but he broke away from the control of the gods. Moreover, his soul did not return to heaven, and his body did not return to earth.

He became a dead man. From now on, the only thing that can limit him is time.

Moreover, he became an uncontrollable dead man, but when he was completely annihilated, he took away one of the gods forever.

This matter has always been taboo, even the name has not been circulated, and the matter has never been circulated.

It was a long, long time earlier than the well-known story of the dead taking the gods away.

I only learned these secrets when that person was sleeping.

And from that moment on, the sleeping one had already begun to make preparations.

Also since then, after a living being dies, the soul has a chance to not return to heaven and can turn into a ghost and continue to exist.

It's not like what Wheel Wheel and I know now, there are ghosts first, and then there are dead people long after.

Rather, there were dead people first, and then, much later, ghosts appeared.

If this order is changed, things will completely change.

I took away all the beings who bear the name of ghosts, and they themselves are the name of the clan itself.

They are also the consumables for that person when he wakes up and returns.

I'm pretty sure that this will only delay his return, but it won't prevent him from coming back.

Because, from very early on, he has been tied to ghosts.

No one can kill him, and there is no way to kill him."

Wang Zixuan's tone was a little heavy, and he pointed at the little black men squatting on the railing.

"Unless the ghost that each of them represents is all annihilated.

From now on, there will be no such ghosts anymore.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for that person to be annihilated.

And I hope that from now on, no ghosts will appear again..."
To be continued...