"On me? What can be done about me?" Feng Qingcheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

If there was a way, she would have left here long ago. Will she still be trapped here?

The old man in coir raincoat seemed not to have heard her words and walked forward slowly, minding his own business.

Feng Qingcheng hurriedly caught up: "Old man, who are you? Don't you want to leave here?"

This old man knows so much, it would be a good idea to leave with him as his companion.

"Me?" The old man turned to look at her with a charming expression, and said with a faint smile: "I also want to leave here... But I'm afraid I won't be able to leave this cold place for the rest of my life..."

Feng Qingcheng's mind suddenly moved: "Could it be that the old man is the guardian of this netherworld?"

The old man in coir raincoat sighed heavily and looked deeply into the distance.

"Back then, we brothers lamented that there was no way to escape the catastrophe, so we were willing to give up our cultivation and guard the two places of dead souls, Netherworld and Jiuyou... We just wanted to be a bright light for those who could not escape their fate.

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"A person who cannot escape his fate?"

"Yes...just like you...fate determines life and death, but some people try to change their fate against the will of heaven. Although they have changed some fate, they still cannot escape death...These people will be punished and enter the Nine Netherworld...

But I don’t know why, but occasionally people come to my Netherworld.”

It was obvious that Feng Qingcheng was one of those people who occasionally came to the Netherworld.

Feng Qingcheng, who looked a little strange, grasped the key to the old man's words.

"Old man, you mean...there have been people like me who have entered here before? So...where are they now? How did they leave?"

"I don't know about this..." The old man looked helpless: "I can only feel that their breath disappeared from this netherworld... As for where they went and how they left, I really don't know.

I don’t know...but I know one thing, all the people who were able to enter here later left...So, you can also try hard and see how to leave here..."

After the old man finished speaking, he bowed slightly, as if to say goodbye.

Feng Qingcheng felt bad. She still had many doubts that she had not yet solved.

She reached out and tried to grab the old man's shirt, but a whirlwind suddenly swept across the flat bottom, and the snowflakes that blew up instantly fascinated Feng Qingcheng's eyes...

"Ouch", Feng Qingcheng suddenly opened her eyes and sat up, only to realize that she had fallen asleep leaning on a stone at some point.

Looking at the numb walking corpses around her and feeling the deep meaning in her body, Feng Qingcheng was a little confused for a moment.

I don’t know if the old man in coir raincoat just now is real or a dream.

If it was a dream, it would be a little too real.

But if it is said to be a real incident, why does it feel a bit illusory?

Feng Qingcheng gave a helpless smile and finally understood what Zhuang Zhou Mengdie was.

I don’t know whether Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies or whether butterflies dreamed of Zhuang Zhou.

This is the feeling between her and the old man in coir raincoat.

He smiled helplessly and rubbed his cold and stiff cheeks, but his eyes suddenly fell under the stone.

Under the cold stone, a small grass grows.
Chapter completed!