Martial Emperor Zun

Chapter 685 [688] Reincarnation!

I have been disappointed, I have been desperate, and I have fantasized about hope.

How far can hope go?Or is it never ending?It's like a long river of time, day after day, drifting into the depths of the unknown, with no end in sight.But, does the place without end really exist?

It is rumored that there is a endless river of hell and yellow spring, and there is a flower that will never wither. It is called the flower of the other side, and no one has ever been able to find it.But has anyone ever questioned whether the invisible Bianhua really exists?

Lin Chu closed his eyes, and the darkness engulfed him. Like a drowning man, he slowly sank toward the bottom of the water.Without light, he couldn't feel time, but he could feel himself sinking bit by bit.How deep will the water be?The darkness at the bottom of the water was as deep as hell, as if there were pairs of invisible hands pulling him, even if he tried his best to struggle, it was impossible, but besides, he couldn't struggle at all.

Those past memories are buried in the annual rings of the tree, like a glimpse of time, playing over and over again in my mind.So what if you are unwilling, like a prisoner, you will always be accompanied by the cold and dark, unwilling, it is too extravagant.

It's over, it's over.

When Lin Chu was thinking this way, he seemed to see snowflakes.From autumn to winter, he stood by a tree and watched the snowflakes flying all over the world. Then, the thunderous sound of firecrackers woke him up. Then, he saw many people beating gongs and drums, happily.

The horse was handsome, with strong limbs and shiny hair. It snorted, then strode proudly and walked past him.The snowflakes splashed and wet Lin Chu's clothes. He didn't seem to notice it, because when he saw the man on the horse, his whole body was cold.

The person on the horse was very young and very excited. He was wearing a big red robe with a flower embroidered on his chest. The flower looked very realistic, as if it was alive.Gongs and drums were beating all around, and the atmosphere was lively, but Lin Chu really didn't have time to appreciate it. The person on the horse was exactly like him.

He doesn't believe that there are two identical flowers in this world, even if the woman named Zi Yan subverts some of his views, but she only believes in the afterlife.As for the current world, how could there be two identical people?

He wanted to ask clearly, so he took mechanical steps and stopped the horse and the man.

However, he seems to be transparent, the whole world has forgotten him, he can see those people, but those people can't see him.

How could this be?
His clothes, which were soaked by snow and mud, felt cold to the touch. He opened his mouth, and roared with all his strength, but still no one could see him, and no one could hear his voice.

Sitting on the ground numbly, loneliness flooded in like a tide.

When the whole world forgets you, when you are the only one left in the whole world, that kind of loneliness is really ecstatic

Maybe, he died?Maybe, the self is just a soul state, so they can't see themselves?Maybe?This is really just a possibility, he smiled wryly, but he was helpless, the snowflakes quickly buried him.

So a long time later, there was an ice sculpture here, a human-shaped ice sculpture, lifelike.

As for Lin Chu, he really couldn't remember how long he had been floating.He is like a ghost, when the wind blows gently, he will sway with the wind, drift with the current, in this world.He has seen many, many, in the magnificent sea, in the steep canyon of Qijun, in the beautiful ice field, and in the endless desert.He has been to too many places, in the mortal world, he silently watched the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of the living beings, and he also witnessed a scene of love and killing each other with his own eyes.

But why didn't he dissipate?

He asked himself more than once if such an existence was meaningful.

I also thought that it would be better to live than to die. Although this state is really not alive, at least, I can still see the world and have my own thoughts.

We are all like grass seeds scattered in the wind, rootless and homeless. If there is a harbor to shelter from the wind and rain, that place may be called home.Lin Chu suddenly felt homesick, but where is his home?
My head hurts so much, I always feel like I have to remember something, but I can't remember it.

He continued to float, wondering if one day, at a certain time, he suddenly remembered a little bit of previous memory.

By the way, he almost forgot what his name was.

This is a small town. He has been to many places, seen many big cities, and also visited some small border towns.Although the city is small, it is full of vitality. He wandered around with great interest and came to a dilapidated mansion.

The walls of the mansion are full of scars, like weather-beaten, the door is crooked, and the cobwebs are entangled.He was curious, the breeze blew, and his body floated into the mansion.Dejected, his head hurt so much, he held his head, feeling as if his head was about to explode.

Why is this so, why do the tables, chairs, walls and tiles in this mansion feel so familiar?

In a daze, he saw transparent people busy in the mansion, and those maids were elated, as if there was some happy event in the mansion.

What do they seem to be talking about?
Barely drifting in a little bit, when I heard those two words, I trembled like being struck by lightning.

"Today is a good day for Young Master Lin Chu to win the championship. The Patriarch hosted a banquet. We servants can also follow suit and go to the cashier to get two taels of silver." One maid said this, and the other maid also nodded and took it. The topic was chattering non-stop, and the two had smiles on their faces.

Lin Chu didn't have time to listen to what they said behind him. There was a loud roar in his head. Immediately afterwards, a series of memories flooded in like a flood, followed by severe pain. He raised his head to the sky and screamed, his voice hoarse.

"My name is Lin Chu, and this is the Lin Mansion." He murmured, and two lines of tears rolled down his face.

He was like a ghost, constantly floating outside, but he didn't want to float back home in the dark.

The memory keeps waking up, and if he realizes something, it seems to be in the fog.

How long has it been?He can't remember clearly, really can't remember, this period of time, this period of time as a ghost, is too long, now, he feels his body is shaking constantly, as if a strong force is pulling him.

This mansion is empty, how can there be any maids?All of that is just a fragment of my own memory. The reappearance of the past awakened my consciousness and opened a door for myself.

Sighing, he let the huge force pull him, his body turned into a streamer of light, and disappeared in place.At the same time, in the sword mound, Lin Chu, who was buried underground, opened his eyes.

"Boy, are you awake?" A faint voice sounded, and he was startled. He got up from the sand and saw an old man looking at him.

(End of this chapter)