trick wife

Chapter 738

Young people, young girls are walking in the underworld. They are walking in the direction of the Wangchuan River. At this moment, there is a figure in the Wangchuan River. The figure is very blurry, as if it will disappear at any time. A little golden shine.

The bright light floated on the dantian of the figure, and the figure closed its eyes tightly, a bit like a shadow. The ghosts in the Wangchuan River ignored the figure, or the ghosts didn't notice the figure at all.

The figure was lying at the bottom of the Wangchuan River, motionless, there was no vitality or death in the figure.

Time passed bit by bit, the light at the figure's dantian began to flicker, and with the flickering of the light, traces of chaotic air diffused from the light, and those chaotic air began to swim through the figure's body, and the originally blurred figure gradually faded away. The solidity, the outline of the whole person is also outlined.

The figure's face was first outlined by the air of chaos, with distinct facial features, and the angular face was extremely handsome.

Then came the figure's body. It took a while for the figure's body to be outlined. Now the figure looks like a living person, but...it is a dead person with no life in the body, golden light spots It also disappeared in that person's dantian, and everything returned to calm.

The man was lying at the bottom of the Wangchuan River, and the water of the Wangchuan River soaked his body, but his body did not change at all. The ghosts in the river also found the man at this time, but no ghosts dared to approach him. that person.

The man looked no different from a living person, but his face was extremely pale, like a sleeping corpse.

If anyone acquainted sees that corpse, he will definitely recognize who he is, because that corpse is exactly Bai Xiaohao who was beaten to death by the divine master at Tongtianzhimen 12 years ago.

... Time flies, and I don't know how long it has passed. The corpse is still lying at the bottom of the Wangchuan River, but at this time the corpse has changed, and the surface of the corpse is covered with moss.

The inside of the Wangchuan River is full of dead energy. Except for ghosts or ghosts, there can be no signs of life in it, but the moss is green and lush, and it looks full of life. The Wangchuan River has existed for so long, and a situation like this It was the first time.

The ghosts of the Wangchuan River all looked at the corpse, their eyes were full of astonishment, and they were also very puzzled. They didn't understand why there was life in the Wangchuan River.

But this was not over, the surface of the corpse was not only covered with moss, but also covered with water plants around the body, those water plants were also green hair oil, full of vitality, like the arrival of spring.

There is life in death, death in life, and the fusion of yin and yang is fully reflected at this moment.

The Wangchuan River is a dead river. Since ancient times, there has never been any living thing in the Wangchuan River, and I have never even heard of it. The dead breath inside can be said to be the heaviest in the underworld. It is vividly reflected in the river.

But at this time, the Wangchuan River was changed. Life appeared in death, or in other words, death appeared in life, yin and yang, yang and yin, and the way of yin and yang.

The aquatic plants around the corpse were still growing, and gradually those aquatic plants began to spread around. The ghosts in the Wangchuan River were shocked at this moment, and fled here one after another, as if they had seen a ghost, although they themselves were ghosts.

The corpse was still lifeless, but life began to appear around him. The dead air of the Wangchuan River wrapped the corpse, and the vitality above the water plants also wrapped the corpse.

Life and death intersected at this moment, but the two did not fight. They each occupied half of the corpse, and no one violated the other.

... As time passed, the water plants in the Wangchuan River grew more and more, and the vitality inside became more intense. However, all of this had nothing to do with the corpse. Although half of the corpse was also wrapped in vitality, the vitality was just Wrapped his surface, and did not enter his body.

The same is true for dead energy, both of which are on the surface of the body, and neither of them enters the body.

What is life?What is death?In the eyes of mortals, life is alive, the heart is still beating, and death is not breathing, and the blood stops flowing.

In the eyes of the monks, death represented the loss of the body and became the state of the soul.

But in the eyes of those who are proficient in the way of yin and yang, death is life, and life is death.

The Wangchuan River at this time looked very strange, not only was it full of lifelessness, but it was also full of vitality.

But at this moment, two fish-like things suddenly appeared in the dantian of the corpse, one black and one white, surrounded by each other. The white fish chased the black fish, but could not catch up. Chasing after the white fish, also still unable to catch up.

With the two fish-like things constantly spinning in the dantian, the vitality and death energy outside at this moment have also undergone some changes.

Both anger and death penetrated into the body of the corpse at the same time. They followed the meridians of the corpse to the dantian. The two small fishes at the dantian were still spinning. Among the small fish, the small fish rotated faster.

... "Am I dead?"

I don't know how long it has passed, and a sigh came out, echoing in the entire Wangchuan River... At this time, I don't know where I am, and I don't know how long it has passed, I forgot who I am, I seem to have lost everything Can not remember.

"who am I?"

"Where am I?"

"Why am I here?"

Many questions echoed in my heart. There was darkness in front of my eyes. I felt very painful. I really wanted to get out of this darkness, but... I couldn't do it. Even thinking now requires a lot of strength.

I seem to have lost my body, I seem to have lost everything, I seem to have forgotten something very important, why do I feel uncomfortable, why do I feel pain?
Why is there a sense of sadness in my heart, who am I, and where am I?
"Have you forgotten?"

Just when I fell into boundless irritability, a voice suddenly sounded in my heart.

"Forget what?" I don't know who the voice is, but it feels familiar to me.

"You can't die yet. Your end point is not here. After 12 years, you should be reborn. They are still waiting." The voice came out again, and it sounded very ethereal.

"Am I dead? 12 years?" I whispered in my heart, my brain seemed to explode at this moment, "Who are they?"

(End of this chapter)