Time may be irreversible, perhaps only Einstein knows, but the relics left by history will eventually disappear like a wheel rolling over, covered in dust. // Welcome to // Today, let this dusty piece of history reappear, how many people can see it?

  Zha Wenbin had woken up and was struggling to look at his companions lying beside him, the vast expanse of lake water spinning around them, and the inflatable boat also moving with it.

  The surrounding wind whistled, and Cha Wenbin, leaning against the boat, felt that he was no longer able to exert any strength. Death was only a countdown away. Cold! This was his first feeling, every pore shrinking, including his pupils. Not far from the lake surface, there was a blurry human figure floating in mid-air above the water.

  The figure's focal length kept expanding and shrinking, making it impossible for him to see clearly. His mind was like a fly buzzing around, constantly "humming" with noise. He shook his head hard, forcing himself to concentrate on a thread of spirit.

  He narrowed his eyes constantly, and finally his gaze locked in!

  It's him, that familiar figure!

  He also saw him, standing upright on the lake with one hand on his back, and the world began to rotate ceaselessly around him at that moment. Only Cha Wenbin, he didn't feel himself moving, even though the small kayak was about to capsize like a dry leaf at any time, but still didn't notice, his eyes only had him."

  He smiled, a faint smile, just like the one who walked into the pit at the bottom of the valley. Cha Wenbin wanted to shout, he wanted to ask: Who are you?

  It was unclear whether it was himself or the severity of his injuries, or if the surrounding wind was just too loud, but after opening and closing his mouth, he couldn't even hear his own voice. All that was left was a repeated cry in his heart: Who are you?

  That person seemed to have heard his plea, and the hand that had been leaning against his back slowly stretched out, making a gesture towards Zha Wenbin. This gesture, he had practiced countless times, but not once had it been perfect, for under the heavens there was no more difficult movement than this - drawing a circle in thin air!

  A circle cannot be drawn without the aid of a special tool, with only one hand. It is the most wonderful pattern in this world, and just one circumference can make countless people devote their lives to research.

  Zha Wenbin stared blankly at him as he made this gesture, the trajectory left by his fingertips in his mind did not disappear, but instead connected every point together. This was a perfect circle, a flawless circle!

  When Cha Wenbin was still savoring the circle, another hand on the lake surface moved. The speed was so fast that it exceeded human limits, and Cha Wenbin's heart also moved with it. His movements seemed to be cut into a series of slides, slowly and slowly all projected onto his mind, including those eagle-like curved fingers!

  This is a scene that has been slowed down many times in order to be presented:

  The man on the lake surface drew a circle in the air with his hand, and then smiled slightly at Zha Wenbin again. Zha Wenbin only felt a warmth in his heart, as if he had been bathed in spring breeze, and it was indescribably comfortable.

  After a brief moment of beauty, Cha Wenbin's pores were still greedily absorbing every inch of warmth, but suddenly contracted. The lake surface sank, and a burst of murderous aura rose to the sky, like Ashura in the world. The man on the lake raised his other hand.

  No, this is not a hand, it's a claw! This is the ghostly claw! The White-Haired Old Man, the Red-Clothed Man, and Stone Daddy have all had such ghostly claws! He is a man of the Ghost Path!

  Cha Wenbin's mind recalled those people's images while being forced to stuff in everything that happened on the scene.

  His fingers, like eagle claws, jumped nimbly, and the lake water mixed with blood seemed to come alive under his guidance, like a curved red rope.

  "The red strings" wrapped around his body all the way to his fingertips, the person on the lake surface waved their hands non-stop, arranging those "red strings" into a string of characters that were extremely familiar to Cha Wenbin. When the "red strings" completely left his body, a pattern that was the most bizarre in the world was born. No one knew its exact meaning, but it had an incredibly loud name: Soul Annihilation!

  That's right, this is the Soul-destroying Ghost Symbol! A talisman drawn with the most complex and difficult-to-decipher characters. There was also something on Cha Wenbin's body - the six Soul-destroying Nails had it engraved on them. However, the symbol in front of him far surpassed the one on the nails in terms of both form and energy. At this moment, all the evil spirits between heaven and earth seemed to be drawn to this place, and the wailing of ghosts and souls echoed throughout the nine continents. Even in the eighteen layers of the underworld, countless ghosts bowed down in worship, and the ten Yama Kings were unable to sit steadily on their thrones.

  It is said that on that day, the most supernatural phenomena occurred. Many families' old tombs suddenly cracked open on the same day for no reason, and even new coffins that had not been buried yet were mysteriously damaged for one reason or another. As a result, in the following days, the best-selling item in the market was spirit money, with people saying that the gates of hell had been opened, and everyone was busy making offerings to their deceased loved ones.

  With the sky as paper and water drawing symbols, neither gathering nor dispersing, neither moving nor falling! All of this was done in one breath, without leaving a single flaw. Even if there were thousands of dark spirits surrounding him, the man on the lake's surface remained expressionless.

  The talisman was perfectly inlaid into the circle, and the man on the lake's surface suddenly stretched his hands towards the sky, letting out a long whistle mixed with the sound of the circle being pressed directly onto the crack on the lake's surface.

  "Boom", Zhang Wenbin's eyes were covered, the rotation of heaven and earth made his internal organs start to leave his body, his almost deformed body along with the inflatable boat carrying five people instantly sank into the water.

  "Gggrrr..." This was the last sound Cha Wenbin heard.

  "It's so dazzling." This was Chaozi's first feeling when he woke up, and he covered his eyes with both hands, tilting his head to one side.

  "Huh, didn't I already die? Am I dreaming?" Chaozi rubbed his eyes and muttered to himself, he still remembered the scene of him jumping into the crowd of Ti people. "Is this the underworld?" After muttering to himself for a while, he felt a bit tired, so he simply closed his eyes, anyway he's already a ghost, might as well sleep first.

  "Wake up and don't sleep again." A familiar voice sounded.

  "Huh? Wait a minute, isn't that Wen Bin? Ah, could it be that he's coming down with me too? That's great, we can keep each other company on the road. With Wen Bin around, those little demons won't dare to bully me either."

  "Wen Bin, you're down here too?" Chaozi quickly sat up and saw Wen Bin leaning against the inflatable boat, staring blankly into the distance. Beside him were Old Wang, Zhuo Xiong, and Heng Roulian. Chaozi exclaimed with delight: "Great brothers, we even travel the Yellow Spring Road together! But where have we arrived? Are we about to cross the Naihe Bridge soon? I wondered why it's called a bridge - turns out we still need to row across!"

  Old Wang burst out laughing: "Alright, stop your nonsense. I, Old Wang, still plan to live for several decades, just waiting for you to finally wake up."

  Old Wang's originally white hair on his head was gone, and the wrinkles were also gone, and he was back to what he used to be. Where's Zhuo Xiong? He was also looking at himself smiling, even the usually dull and foolish-looking face was enjoying itself. Chao Zi reached out to touch his own hair, still a flat top, and took another look, his fingernails were also trimmed like they had been a few days ago.

  "You? Us?" Chaozi was at a loss for words, unsure of what to say, and stared at everything in shock.

  Zha Wenbin lost a kettle and said: "Pour two mouths, the lake water here is good, it's sweet."

  Chaozi picked up the water bottle, just about to take a drink, when he suddenly thought of the red lake water. He looked down and saw that there was no red color anywhere. Their inflatable boat was quietly lying on a clear and transparent lake surface, with even the sand and rocks at the bottom clearly visible. When he lifted his head again, a golden yellow sun was hanging in the sky, warmly shining on everyone.

  "What's going on, can you tell me? Isn't it obvious that everyone has already... died, and there's still a long spear stuck in your chest?" Chaozi pointed at Zhuo Xiong and shouted, "Weren't we in that damned Sealed Abyss? Old Wang, how did your hair turn black too? Ah, right, Wenbin brother, I think I saw someone else before I died..."

  Old Wang smiled and said: "Wen Bin, you come and tell him. If he doesn't speak up soon, this kid will go crazy."

  At this moment, Cha Wenbin stood alone with his back against the bow of the boat, and the gentle breeze on the lake made him look even more extraordinary in his Taoist robe. He turned around with a smile, looking almost exactly like that person, even the curve of his mouth was almost identical, and asked: "Is the person you saw like this?"

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