C133

I'm dead?

Zi Sang An said to me, "I'll send you out."

Shen Ta turned around and looked at Zisheng's body, "If you really want to help, then hurry up and make Tao Tie eat that evil ghost!"

Zi Sang's face turned dark as he paused for a second and said, "I can't have conflict with Taotie!"

Taotie was the guardian beast of the underworld, and its human body was also a king of the underworld. The two naturally could not be enemies.

I understood, looking at Zi Sang's face, which was filled with a strong sense of self-restraint, I forced myself to calm down, and said to Zi Sang, "Take me out first, I'll seal it!"

In this situation, all the emotions outside the seal are unnecessary. No matter how hard it is for me to accept Old Zhao's death, now is not the time to be sad. Besides, I can't afford to be a burden. Even if it's for him, I have to pull myself together!

"Shen Tuo, you should come out with us." I said to Shen Tuo, "There's a Taotie here, it's fine!"

Shen Ta looked at the beast and ghost fighting in front of him. Just by looking at this scene, he knew that with his little bit of cultivation experience, even if he were to stay, it would only create some danger for the Skinner.

"Alright." Shen Tuo sighed and agreed.

Although the Zishan Death is a little unwilling to bring him along, he didn't say anything and immediately used his mana to shrink the barrier that surrounded us, then encircle us and send us into the air.

Along the way, they avoided the area where the Skinner and Taotie were fighting. Soon, a golden light array wall appeared in front of them. Their bodies passed through the golden light and soon they would be completely out.

Suddenly, a bloodied corpse outside the formation pounced over, fiercely rushing towards me who had just exited the Sang Shen Death Barrier. After that, it forcefully pushed me back down. Before I could steady myself, another force came from behind me. This time around, it was an unerring grab on to my ankle in the middle of the sealing formation …

All of this happened in a split-second. I didn't even have the chance to scream before my vision turned pitch black …

Faintly I could hear the skinwalker shouting at me, and she said, "You want me to die, I want you to never see the light of day again!"

My heart suddenly shook as I had a bad premonition. I felt that there was going to be a great calamity this time around!

Soon, huge darkness, like water without money, covered my head. At first I thought I had fainted, but I couldn't see any light. Even in the end I wondered if my eyes were blind.

The feeling in his body was even more mysterious. That feeling of floating in the air was like a textbook written about being thrown into outer space. One couldn't feel any resistance at all, one stomp of the leg felt like one could float out of the Milky Way.

And the heart is not much better than the body.

I still didn't understand what had happened. All I knew was that the moment I was dragged around the formation by the Sang Shen, a bloody figure had rushed me back into the formation, and then another pincer had gripped my ankle and flung me away.

That's where I got to.

My heart is burning with anxiety! His mind was filled with questions. Where was this place? My seal is not over yet, Shen Tuo and the rest are still fighting, I can't wait here!

I struggled so hard that my hands and feet kicked and flailed in places where I could not find the strength to do so. I only gave up when my hands were in such pain that I had no strength left to do so.

I was so anxious that I was about to cry!

The seal is not over yet! Then there was still a matter to be settled! How were Shen Tuo and Li Ke? How was Yang Xu? And Uncle Shen! Does the Taotie have a skinwalker now?

I tried a few more times, but to no avail. It was as if he was stepping on cotton. No matter how he stomped, it was useless. The dizziness caused by having his brain suspended for a long time was actually beginning to show signs of being unable to think!

Suddenly, in the long darkness, a very strange thought flashed through my mind — Am I dead?

When he was pounced on by the Blood Corpse and grabbed by the inexplicable ghost by the ankle, he still had the Taotie seal that was used to seal the evil spirits of the Underworld wreaking havoc at that time!

The more I thought about it, the more uncertain I became. I actually started to gradually feel fear. Could it be that when that evil ghost really threw me out of my body, my soul was killed by the seal I casted!

"Death of the son." I moved my mouth and blurted out the name reflexively. I was surprised myself.

At a time when this consciousness was the weakest and most in need of comfort, I was actually thinking of him first.

Actually, sometimes I just don't want to admit that once something like feelings are deeply rooted in one's bones, it can't be separated by other factors.

Just like now, it occurred to me that maybe I really was dead, floating in the air. As for why I was just floating here and not somewhere else, could it be that I did some pretty decent things while I was alive and accumulated some merits, and God actually didn't let me go to the underworld after I was dead, but instead went through this long and borderless road, all the way to heaven?

If that was the case, I suddenly felt that what I did before my death was a bit of a hindrance.

Thinking about it made me a little guilty — I had lived for twenty years and thought that there were a lot of things I could do for others. However, after being taught by Sis Jing that I had to put my heart into it a few days ago, I felt that my 'self-belief' could not be considered as anything good that could be squeezed into my contribution book. On the contrary, it was still a suspicion that it was imposed on others.

That shouldn't be a good thing, right?

Then I'm not going to heaven!

But if it was the Underworld, the last time they entered the Ghost Street together, it was only in the blink of an eye. Why would they have to walk on such a long and dark path now?

Could it be because the last time it was' jumping off a wall ', it was' walking through the main entrance '?

In order to transfer my anxiety about the seal, as well as to prevent myself from falling into a deep slumber, I thought in my heart in such a mocking manner. I had to think until I didn't have the strength to think about it myself before I finally gave up trying to keep my mind clear.

In my daze, I could see my parents, and my original huge family, and my roommate and I, bound to the three girls when I first went to college.

I smiled wryly, as if the light was beginning to fade.

I seem to see that year, we used to live in the small mountain village, it in the storm like a small boat to fall.

It rained for five days, and at first there was just a big flood in the mountains, and the waves rose a meter, and when I was seventeen, though I had seen some of the world, I was excited to sit by the window and watch the waves outside for a long time.

I had lived in the mountains since I was a child, and although it had rained heavily in the mountains, it was a rare sight that could cause rivers and waves. At least, it hadn't happened during the seventeen years I had been a child.

It was another day when the floods in the mountains began to become huge, and many trees were unable to withstand them, and were uprooted with the rush of the flood. In addition to the sound of rain and the sound of waves, there was also the terrifying sound of trees tearing through the mountain. My novelty and fun had finally disappeared.

On the seventh day of heavy rain, the fragile mountains gave in entirely to the pressure of the torrential rain, and large areas of the mountain began to collapse, from far to near the top, and then that night, just as I was falling asleep with tears in my eyes, the whole mountain behind us began to rumble.

In the blink of an eye, the life of that mountain village had ended. It had lived for almost a hundred years.

The scene changed again in the dark, and I stood with my mother in the rain-swept mountains and slowly walked to the ancestral grave of our village. I waved my hoe and started digging holes, digging one after another for a week, all the way down the mountain to the bottom of the mountain and then into the ravine.

The sun after the rain was so bright that the earth was scorching hot. My cousin and a few of my great-aunts' corpses stank. Only then did my mother and I finally bury them in our ancestral graves according to our seniority.

Actually, logically speaking, my cousins and elder sisters should be married off and should not be buried in ancestral tombs. But they hadn't even been in love, where would they get married? Which family's tomb would be willing to accept these people who died in the natural disaster with their corpses covered in blur?

Sometimes I'm glad the whole village is dead and only our family is alive. I should be glad. But most of the time I'm crazy.

Our family did survive, but it was no different from dying.

His father had been wounded in the mudslide and had been unconscious in the hospital since the day he was rescued. The huge medical fees left my mother helpless, washing her face with tears all day long. And worse, it was something we might not be able to buy even if we had the money — the blood Father needed.

My blood type was the same as my father's, but I wasn't the right blood transfusion. The words "RH" and "yin" buzzed in my head every day, but I just didn't want to change a word.

Then it was the opening season, and my mother forced me to come to school and report that she was home, so I didn't have to worry about anything.

I wasn't as heartless and heartless as I was when I was young. How could I not be worried? How could I not see my mother crying and forcing herself to smile during the day?

Thus, he was worried all the way.

When they arrived at school, they found a strange city full of strangers. They didn't know why, but one of the pillars in their hearts had collapsed.

Even though my father was injured, at least he's still alive. But in my heart, I've always been hiding that overwhelming despair!

Then one night, I somehow walked to the school's artificial lake, the biting cold wind blew on my face, I clearly remember, my mind was blank.

I stood on the unfinished bridge of the manmade lake, the water dark, the street lamps casting my shadow into the water. I remember that night as a full moon. I looked out at the lake and the huge moon so close to me, and I felt as if I were standing in the sky and looking down at the world.

As I was looking, I suddenly seemed to see my cousin waving at me from the lake.

She was buried by my own hands, the youngest generation like me, so she was buried in the last tomb on the ancestral grave. When she was buried, her whole body had already rotted away, and her corpse spots had spread from her face to her feet. Many of her exposed skin had already been eaten away by the flies that had rushed over to her.

And she was in the water, looking at me with her pretty face.