The dark, cold, dead empty universe.

A few lights scattered at the end of the field of vision.

Occasionally, there are flashes of flames.

Around it, a veil-like black and gray mist was shrouded.

The feet are floating and floating, floating, without touching the ground.

"here it is……"

As if I woke up from the dream, I became shocked and realized and realized.

It was like having a deep nightmare.

Memories keep rolling like a large bubble, sweeping over under the abyss of self-consciousness.

"I, it turns out I'm dead."

I subconsciously looked down and saw a dim fluorescent light in the illusion, and my feet were slightly illusory, but they were floating on the black land.

Extend your hands and look carefully, and the grayish-white air flows through the illusory knuckles.

With a slight fluorescence, it is like a fluorescent agent is added to the whole person.

"That's right, it's no longer physical."

Sighing, he seemed to have confirmed it.

"Sure enough, I'm really dead."

The world after death is not as it is imagined.

Suddenly, a sound came from my ears, as if it was from afar.

"Luo Qing is our classmate, and he has always been..."

"Luo Qing, we are in the same dormitory, come to see you. This is the new episode this year. You haven't waited for you, so I'll burn it for you..."

"You must be fine below. Although everyone is atheistic, I still believe that you can definitely make a personal appearance in another world!"

It turned out that I was a good friend and classmate who traveled thousands of miles to come to my house.

Those sounds are heard, earnest and earnest, and every sentence is full of memories and emotions.

Or I miss the interesting stories of my classmates back then, or I talk about thoughts I never mentioned in person.

Sometimes, there are some small contradictions, and there is nothing that cannot be said when the Yin and Yang are separated.

Accompanied by these words of nostalgia or blessing, a slight ray of light envelops the illusory soul body.

Suddenly, a trace of warmth wrapped around him.

A sincere sense of security surged in my heart.

It was not until this time that he realized that a layer of white aerosol flowed on the surface of his soul body, shaped like a shroud, with a faint white light.

"I was young and had just finished college and suffered from this disease. It would be fine if I died, but it was dragging my parents down and I felt guilty!"

When Luo Qing thought of his parents in Yangshi, he couldn't help but recall the half year before his death.

I went to major hospitals, chemotherapy, Chinese medicine, folk remedies... I tasted all the possibilities, struggled for half a year, but finally couldn't find that glimmer of hope.

Now that he is dead, he is certainly free from the torture of illness, but there is no one behind the two elders, and he doesn't know how miserable the later scene will be.

"I am really unfilial, but I can't do anything about it."

He is the only son in the family, and there are no other brothers and sisters.

"If there is a next life, I would like to be the son of the two elders, serving in front of me, and only hope to be filial to me..."

Since there is death, there may not be no underworld. Perhaps, the cycle of reincarnation really exists?

This sincere thought in my heart will be difficult to calm down for a long time.

Luo Qing found a place of light, vaguely shaped the mountain, roughly judging the distance and slowly moving towards that place.

I don’t know how long it took, but the light fell from the top of my head, making up for the consumption of the soul body, so that it was not too tired at all.

However, gradually, light and sound have not appeared for a long time.

The funeral has long ended, and the living will eventually have their own life and will not talk about the dead day and night.

The originally dim white light faded away and gradually shone with a bit of gray.

Hungry and exhausted, the soul body moved almost step by step.

I don't know how many times he changed direction.

The light sometimes moved, attracting him faintly.

Finally, he approached the light.

On the deserted hill, a broken stone tablet was stalked alone.

The roots on top are broken, as if they were cut by a knife, smooth and neat.

What attracted him was the half-square stone seal below the stone tablet, carrying a circle of bright white light.

The gray-white, empty soul body is already difficult to solidify. Under this light, it gradually restores its complete spiritual intelligence.

After that, he would not dare to leave the neighborhood again.

I really don’t want to experience the experience of losing my mind for the second time.

However, this lithograph was not owned by him. There was nothing else except that it could stabilize his soul body in the light.

The underworld was far more desolate and empty than he had imagined, and he had hardly seen any other spirit.

Apart from talking to the lithograph, he hardly knew how to pass the time.

I don’t know how long it took, maybe a year, or a hundred years.

"In this world, there may be no underworld, nor reincarnation... Otherwise, why haven't I been caught yet?"

Just when he was bored and talking to himself.

Infinite light blooms, illuminating the underworld in an instant, brightening the same as the daytime.

It can be seen that thousands of layers of underworld and countless stars are completely purified by just hindering the indefinite time.

Luo Qing snuggled under the stone tablet, leaning on the stone seal, a warm current flowed into his soul body.

He just was amazed, but he didn't know what the magnificent scenery meant.

“It’s so beautiful…”

The foundation of the underworld accumulated over countless years and the rules of operation have been substantively transformed and shaped like a gray-black net.

The layers are dense, covering the sky and the sun, and they instantly meet and block the dazzling light.

In just a blink of an eye, it was pierced through, riddled with holes, and turned into nothing.

Until below, a huge mill turned and rushed out whistling.

With purple lightning, there is even purple-black thunder at the core.

This time I persisted for about three or five seconds, but I still lost.

The huge mill disintegrated inch by inch, and large tracts of lightning, with flames, fell all over the ground.

Ten seconds later, the huge grinding whine and collapsed.

Luo Qing's heart twitched, and he saw a black light that passed by not far away, marking a crack in the space.

Before he could think too much, he grabbed the stone seal and jumped in.

Fortunately, this seal is spiritual, and at this time he knew that it was a time of life and death. Instead, he did not resist, but instead took the initiative to emit chikong and protected Luo Qing.

At the last glance, the infinite sea of ​​light, with the momentum of the sky, was overturned.
Chapter completed!