No one can restore this night, if someone says they heard the ghost's cry, then they were in this sound for a whole night, accompanied by Cha Wenbin's repeated sentence: Don't open your eyes before sunrise.

  The soul flag has been cut down to the ground, like a broken rag, and the originally crimson characters have become black after the blood dried up.

  Someone was curled up on the flag, it was unknown whether he was dead or alive. The paper money scattered all over the ground was still telling the story of last night's heroism. The big stone that had been lying flat with a horizontal meat face had long since been blasted open, and a large black hole was still emitting wisps of smoke.

  Chaozi held Zha Wenbin in his arms, the blood from his seven orifices had congealed into black blood clots, and there was still a hint of warmth in his nostrils.

  Loneliness and despair are what everyone can feel at this moment, desolation and sorrow pervade this once lush bamboo forest.

  Old Wang pushed the syringe in his hand, which contained a life-saving strong heart needle. His pulse had become very weak. The wireless signal was like being shielded by someone, and here he couldn't even ask for help from his own headquarters.

  Everyone is stunned, yes. Without him, the team would lose its direction, without him, the team would lose its soul.

  Zha Wenbin was too tired, so tired that he closed his eyes and didn't want to wake up again. He walked along a small path lined with blooming flowers, the yellow mud had a strong hometown flavor, smelling the fragrance of flowers everywhere, watching the colorful butterflies dance, and in front of him was a small arch bridge, he could even hear the sound of water flowing under the bridge.

  At the other end of the bridge, there was an old woman with white hair waving at him, holding a steaming bowl of soup in her hand. He was also hungry, so hungry that he wanted to rush over, and the old woman looked so kind.

  "Wen Bin, Wen Bin, you can't leave!" He heard someone shouting his name beside his ear, turned around to look, but except for the vast expanse of whiteness, there was nothing else. He could only continue on his way forward, just a few more steps and he would be able to drink hot soup, because he was too cold.

  "Wen Bin, wake up! Wen Bin!" Hmm? It's Chaozi and Zhuoxiong's voices. Where are they? Why can I see everything clearly in front of me, but when I turn around, it's all white fog?

  As he walked up to the bridge, Cha Wenbin's right foot suddenly couldn't move forward. He felt that this place was somehow familiar, as if he had been here before, but it wasn't quite like this, and he just couldn't remember.

  The old lady opposite was still beckoning to herself, her mouth constantly saying: "Come, come, come".

  To go or not to go? Zha Wenbin was hesitating.

  Suddenly, he felt his chest burning hot, no, it should be said that he was boiling over.

  Slowly putting his hand into his chest, it was that piece of sun wheel! It's so hot!

  Cha Wenbin found it strange that this thing was always cold when carried on his body, how could it be hot?

  When he took it out to take a look, the dazzling white light flashed, almost making him unable to open his eyes. In an instant, the entire world plunged into darkness once again.

  When he opened his eyes again, where were the flowers and small paths? All around him were white flags, scattered horizontally and vertically, with fluttering paper money everywhere. In front of him, on that broken wooden bridge, rows of people with bewildered eyes were taking bowls from an old woman's hands and drinking them dry. He subconsciously withdrew his feet and glanced at the stone tablet at the head of the bridge, where three large characters were written: Naihe Bridge!

  He is no longer alone now, with a "person" pressing on his own side, finally understanding that he has already set foot on the road to the Yellow Springs!

  He wanted to walk, to walk back, but his legs were like lead and couldn't move.

  The Yellow Spring Road, he had been here before, that was to save others. He knew that one day he would also set foot on this road, only he didn't expect it to come so soon, so suddenly.

  Looking at the two expressionless faces of the underworld, Cha Wenbin thought that it was better to leave early or late, as long as he crossed this bridge, he would see them, those deceased loved ones, those lovely daughters, what he owed them, too much, too much.

  Among the people walking, some were crying with a sad face, some had no expression, and some were reluctant to part with him. He was the only one who looked calm, perhaps he really saw through life and death.

  Standing on the bridge, underfoot is the rolling Wangchuan River, and you can't see the depth, just walk five steps of stairs, and you'll arrive at the Wàng Xiāng Tái. It's said that standing on the Wàng Xiāng Tái, you can take a last look at the world of humans, that is the place for your final thoughts.

  Zha Wenbin was now undistracted and only prepared to drink a bowl of that Meng Po's soup before leaving.

  It can be said that this is a rule, no matter who it is, whether the emperor or a commoner, they all have to go and take a look, so as not to regret it after descending into the underworld.

  Never mind, Cha Wenbin thought for a moment and stood up anyway.

  This is an inconspicuous little mound of earth, said to be paved with the soil from your hometown underfoot, whoever stands on it will become their hometown.

  Zha Wenbin stood up and went over, turning back to take a look, and saw that his four brothers were sitting around the soul flag below, crying loudly. Zha Wenbin smiled with joy: Fortunately, you are all still alive, hurry out, this is not a place where people should come.

  At a glance, the scene had turned into a school. A young girl was holding a child with a head full of blood and rushed out of the campus.

  Cha Wenbin's eyebrows furrowed, wait a minute, isn't that Leng Yuran, the Cold Girl? Who is that kid?

  No, isn't this his own son? What's wrong with him? Why is he all bloody? No way, I'm going to take a look!

  Is there still a way back? No, this is the Yellow Spring Road. This path can only be walked forward, not backward, otherwise, wouldn't the underworld be in chaos?

  Next to him, the midwife was urging him to come down and drink soup quickly, with many people queuing behind. She had seen too many such people, who wouldn't want to go back and live for a few more years when they saw their loved ones crying around their own corpse?

  "No! I want to go back, I want to fulfill my duty as a father! I still have to live!" Zhang Wenbin shouted on the platform of longing, but he had already crossed the Naihe Bridge, and this was the realm of the underworld. How many kings, generals, and officials had once stood on this small patch of native soil and shouted like this, yet how many were able to fulfill their wishes?

  Rules are not to be altered by you, otherwise it would disrupt the cycle of reincarnation and the natural order!

  Cha Wenbin really felt a little reluctant, originally he thought he had really let go, but there was still his own son, and his own relatives, having already lost his daughter, did he have to lose him too?

  No! I want to live!

  Seeing him standing on top for too long, the two yin messengers asked him to hurry down. Seeing that he was slow to move, they revealed the soul hook!

  "No one can stop me, including the King of Hell himself!"

  A gloomy and impolite voice said: "You're already dead, this is the underworld, stop stalling, hurry up and come down. We've seen people like you many times before!"

  Cha Wenbin took out the big seal and was about to slap it down, but unexpectedly that yin messenger laughed and said: "You think this is enough? If so, your masters would have lived for thousands of years. When we were alive, we still feared you three points, but now that you're dead, what's the use of struggling? Don't resist anymore, just go in quickly, although you died unjustly, you're not like ordinary people, the things on your hands can't save you from us, so obediently follow us!"

  Zha Wenbin sneered: "If that's the case, then I've offended you!" As soon as he finished speaking, a yellow talisman flew out from his hand.

  Everything was not what he thought, this talisman was like a toilet paper, even worse than a broken leaf, lightly falling to the ground, without any reaction.

  With a "slap", the Yin general slammed the soul-subduing banner in his hand heavily onto Cha Wenbin's forehead, and he felt as if his own soul was about to shatter.

  After being hit by a mace, Zha Wenbin finally understood that this was no longer his world. His life and soul were gone, everything had turned into an illusory bubble, it's time to accept fate, perhaps it's really time to end.

  With a slight tremble, he took over Meng Po's soup, his hands shaking violently. He glanced at Naihe Bridge again and thought to himself, "Forget it, forget it, I'll see you in the next life."

  Just as he raised the bowl to take a sip, the sun wheel in his left hand suddenly became scorching hot, burning him so badly that he wanted to throw it away, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't let go. The temperature kept rising, as if it was going to burn his entire hand, and he let out a loud wail of agony, a cry from the depths of his soul, as an unnamed fire burned in his heart, burning his very spirit.

  "Ah!!!!!" He wailed in agony, tumbling and rolling at the head of Naihe Bridge. The Meng Po soup in his hand had long been thrown to who-knows-where. In this instant, the white light before their eyes obscured everyone's departed soul, and all the underworld enforcers cowered to the ground.

  By the lake, a forest of square bamboos, above the corpse of Cha Wenbin, a patchwork of black and white clouds gathered together, constantly rotating, a giant Tai Chi diagram cloud pattern slowly formed, slowly pressing down...

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