nine coffins

Chapter 681 Those who bury the ancients will eventually bury the ancients, and those who bury the sea will eventually return to the sea

The blood moon is full and gradually sinks to the west.

This night, when Amu came to Hanji, the wandering spirits on the long cross street ran away, and the moonlight fell from the shadow of the blood moon coffin.

Because, this night, there was no magic coffin to resonate with it.

In the southeast corner of the town, three strange neighbors, Shen Ming, Ye Xingbai, and the sick boy, formed a triangle.The three of them seem to be calm and casual, but I am afraid that only the sick young man is truly free and easy.

Because neither Ye Xingbai nor Shen Ming could see through him, but he could see through Ye Xingbai and Shen Ming.

"Everything about you is far beyond my imagination! It seems that the ghost coffin is bound to be won!" Ye Xingbai looked at the sick young man and said slowly.

"Hehe! Maybe! God deserves his hard work." The sick young man smiled wryly, then clasped his fists and said, "Brother Ye is leaving, take care!"

"Ah Xuan, do you have any advice?" Ye Xingbai smiled lightly.The sick young man in front of him was definitely not a very human being. Seeing him off at this time should have some deep meaning, so Ye Xingbai naturally wanted to ask one more question.

"Oh?" The sick young man smiled, "Brother Ye, we have been neighbors for 500 years, and we have some friendship. Let's say goodbye today, but I really have a few words to say to you."

"Please speak!" Ye Xingbai looked solemn, he knew that what the sick young man said was definitely not a common saying.

"When the Immortal Ship comes, the Demon Continent will be in chaos! However, Brother Ye, please remember. Everything that comes from the River of Forgetfulness must return to the River of Forgetfulness! Those who bury the ancients will eventually return to the ancients, and those who live in the sea will eventually return to the sea! Respond to all changes with the same , may be the best policy." The sick young man's words were somewhat obscure.

Ye Xingbai couldn't help raising his eyebrows, but he memorized every sentence carefully.

Everything that comes from the River of Forgetfulness must go back to the River of Forgetfulness!Those who bury the ancients will eventually be buried in the ancients, and those who are buried in the sea will eventually be buried in the sea!This should be a sentence with a lot of meaning.

The sick young man smiled, seeming to see what Ye Xingbai was thinking, and said, "One day, Big Brother Ye, you will understand my words. Also, if you leave Xuebei Hanji, don't come back again! The land of right and wrong , remember! Remember!"

"En! Thank you!" Ye Xingbai raised his eyebrows, and said nothing, because he knew that the sick boy would not speak clearly.When he returned to the Poxuantian Pavilion, he naturally wanted to return these to the Green Devil and study them carefully.Believe me, you should understand a thing or two.

"Farewell!" In the end, Ye Xingbai clenched his fists at the sick young man, glanced at Shen Ming again, and pinched the seal with his hand, his figure instantly faded.

Returning to Xuenan quickly, Ye Xingbai didn't dare to delay.But at this time, the blood moon in the void sank even further, almost completely.

The sick young man looked at Shen Ming again, and then said lightly: "The immortal ship has attracted most of the attention on the blood moon. Then the bloody show in the blood north may be about to begin! Little girl, you are so crazy coffin, but be careful. The old man of the Tang family is just a guard at the gate."

The sick boy's tone was very flat, but there was an inexplicable meaning, like a threat or a warning.

"The gatekeeper?" Shen Ming frowned slightly, "The gatekeeper of the fourth level of the immortal, so this gate is quite big?"

"Hehe! It's so rare!" The sick young man smiled wryly and shook his head, "The Three Realms are vast, I don't know how deep they are, and how wide they are! How many original immortals are still guarding the gate? What is the fourth level of immortals?"

Hearing the words of the sick young man, Shen Ming was slightly stunned, wanted to say something, but stopped talking.But at this time, the sick young man turned around alone and wanted to go back to the stone house.

"Are you really sick?" Shen Ming frowned and asked suddenly.

"It's similar to your illness. I always think about who I am. Many memories have disappeared. However, not all of them are forgotten." The sick boy did not turn around, but turned his back to Shen Ming, and smiled a little strangely, " However, my illness is about to be cured. Your illness has no cure! Because it is impossible for the river of forgetfulness to flow back."
There is no solution, the river of forgetfulness flows backwards!These eight characters are like knives.A cold light flashed in Shen Ming's eyes.

"Then when will your illness recover?"

"Two or three years! When the blood moon is not full on the [-]th night of Hanji Town, maybe I will be fine!" The sick young man said calmly.

Then, without waiting for Shen Ming to say something, he already stepped into the room.But as soon as he entered the room, the sick boy's face was already pale.

Because, the effect of the medicine just started to take effect.Many scenes appeared in the sick boy's mind.In an instant, his eyes entered a state of emptiness and confusion.

It's a pity that Hong Yi Shen Ming couldn't see anything.Because, that seemingly ordinary stone house is full of powerful restrictions that even Yuan Xian would be afraid of.

Shen Ming's ghostly pupils are said to be able to see all the yin and yang.However, she absolutely couldn't see through that ordinary stone house.

The blood moon disappears, and the day gradually rises.

"When the blood moon is not full, he will be fine? Does that mean that the ghost coffin was born?" Shen Ming said to himself, then his face turned cold, and he fell back into the courtyard.

"The ghost coffin, I'm bound to get it too!" A ray of determination flashed in Shen Ming's eyes.

At this time, the sick boy was completely cross-legged in his stone house.His face was pale and his eyes were empty.

The Ten Realms of the Netherworld are eerily eerie.A sick boy who feels like a wandering soul.It is following a river, which seems to be the River of Forgetfulness, passing through many worlds.

This kind of scene is not the first time he has appeared, but every time.His soul is wandering, reincarnation.

Black and white day, seven stars accompany the moon, from north to south.He seems to have left something important behind.

Two days are in the sky, there are immeasurable fairy mountains.He remembered that there seemed to be a woman smiling at him.

The vast Qingyuan, UFO ancient city.It was an endless cemetery, and he seemed to have dirt on his head, crawling out like a ghost.The endless purple mountains are in his memory.

All that, I don't know how many worlds, how many years, how many reincarnations.All kinds of mottled memories, like fragments, like tides, hit everything.

A life without memories is bound to be painful, but it is also a kind of suffering when memories rush down like a torrent and take away the soil of your life.

The sick boy, with the help of the supreme medicinal power, opened the gate of memory, but he couldn't control the flow of water.That kind of memory makes him a little dizzy and even painful every time.

And every time, he can only extract a trace of accurate memories, a trace of real memories. In 3000, he still knew very little about himself.

However, he knew that the ghost coffin was important to him.He believes that as long as the ghost coffin is in his hand, he can perceive everything and recover everything.

He will surely find himself and never get lost again.

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On the second day of the blood moon night, it was still snowing in Hanji Town.The snow is neither thick nor light, but it is also eloquent.The people in Hanji Town are used to this way for countless years.

On the long cross street, from west to east, a young man in Tsing Yi walked slowly, and went directly to Ye Xingbai's door.

"Papa! Papa!" Knocked on the door, but no one answered, the young man in Tsing Yi couldn't help frowning slightly.

"Oh? Brother Ban'er!" At this time, the door of the adjacent courtyard opened, and it was the sick young man.He was just seeing the guy from Tang's old shop knocking on the door.

"Brother Axuan! Do you know, where did Big Brother Ye go so early? Shopkeeper, let me give him the fairy talismans he asked for!" said that way.

"Oh! I don't know, I haven't seen you in seven or eight days!" The sick boy frowned. "A few days ago, I heard that he was going to travel far away. He also said that he might not come back."

"Uh, there is such a thing!" The surprised expression on Ban'er's face was just right, "In this case, I'll go back first. If you see Big Brother Ye coming back, Brother Axuan, please tell him and go to the shop to get the talisman. I won't come!"

"Okay!" The sick boy replied with a smile.

Both of them were telling lies, but they were both quite natural and sincere.

Ban'er from Tang Ji's old shop turned around with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.Just now, his spiritual sense swept across, and Ye Xingbai's courtyard was really empty, even the old restrictions were gone.

"Ye Xingbai is really gone!" Ban'er thought to himself, "Look at what Grandpa said is right!"

The old man of the Tang family said that with the return of the Immortal Ship, the Poxuantian Pavilion no longer has the power to contain Hanji Town.

The snow is falling harder.However, for the Tang family, it might be spring instead.

At this moment, in the old shop of the Tang family on Cross Street, the old man Tang Ji, who was actually named Tang Nu, waved his hand and knocked off a piece of fire dragon stone on the wall of the house.

Because, he feels that this winter is a little hot.

　Thanks in advance, Ribs’ monthly ticket as always, Wuye’s tip and monthly ticket, as well as other book friends’ tips and various supports.I've been very busy recently. After all, I'm in the third year of high school. There are three classes of Chinese classes, and there are still many things to deal with in the class.I have many high school seniors, but the students' senior high school may only be once, which is very important to them.Shanhe doesn't dare to say that he is doing his best, but he must do his best for the students.Therefore, my focus can only be on the daily teaching work.The updates are very late, and there seem to be more typos and clerical errors. I can only apologize to everyone, but I will do my best.In addition, there are book friends who are worried about the tragedy, such as Yuer, hehe!Don't worry, never!Yu'er must still be Yu'er, Shen Ming also has a home, the foreshadowing has been written.Finally, thank you all for your tolerance and support.I'll try my best! ! !
　　
　
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