Spiritualist sweet wife

incorrect! That's not the truth!

Even if she is really dead, the place she wants to come is not huangquan road in the underworld, santuchuan!

She is the one who has made a covenant with the devil Lucifer. Her soul does not belong to herself long ago. After death, she is not qualified to reincarnate.

In that case, what's the matter with her appearing here now?

Should be, still dreaming!

Take a warm deep breath and try to keep yourself calm. That voice was still whispering in my ears again and again. Even without her answer, I was still asking myself.

As if the existence of that voice, not for anyone, not for any reason!

"Why did you bring me here? Why?"

Warmth has calmed down a lot at this time. Her experience has always told her that every unusual dream is heralding something, but she doesn't know what message this dream wants to convey to her.

Intuition tells us that this dream has nothing to do with Liu anyao!

There is no reason, but a feeling in the bottom of her heart, and she is very confident that this dream is just for her!

The river of santuchuan is still flowing slowly, and the red manzhushahua on the bank is also swaying heartily. Everything seems to have not changed at all because of her arrival.

"Would you like some soup?"

In addition to this sound, it came from all directions again and again.

The warm boat rippled faintly on the santuchuan shrouded in black fog. I didn't know where to float or where to stay. Warm, just sit quietly in bed and look at everything strange and familiar in front of you!

Familiar with

Warm accidentally found that she was inexplicably familiar with here. Like, once, a long time ago, she came!

Or, more accurately, she didn't come, but she belonged here for a long time! Because at this moment, she calmed down, quietly flowing along the water of santuchuan, inexplicably having a sense of belonging.

As if everything here had been in constant contact with her!

What's going on?

Why does she feel this way? She remembers very clearly and can say with certainty that she has never been here before!

If she had been here, it would prove that she had already died and did not belong to the world!

Is it because of her psychic constitution?

Thinking so, warm a pair of beautiful eyebrows and frown involuntarily. At this time, on the originally quiet and strange santuchuan, a deep and thick bell suddenly echoed.

"Jingle -- jingle --"

A sound, a sound, as if from another world, to give guidance to those who are about to pass through the yellow spring.

The voice that did not distinguish between men and women disappeared. Instead, it was a sudden ring tone that floated on santuchuan.

However, on the Naihe bridge piled with blue stones across santuchuan, some black shadows suddenly appeared. Those shadows are shaky. From a distance, they look like one unconscious person after another. They walk so shakily without purpose.

The warmth widened her eyes. In the face of this sudden scene, the bottom of her heart seemed to be pounded by something. Gradually, her heartbeat and those ringing bells gathered together.

As the boat approached the Naihe bridge, it was warm to see that there were two familiar faces at the front of the group of people.

One of them was wearing a black leather coat and a tall horsetail. His face was cold and beautiful. He held a black copper bell and shook it. The previous bells were sent out from the copper bell shaking in her hand.

The other, wearing a white suit and a white face, was not healthy, but her eyebrows were cold, holding a white soul calling flag and a woman in black leather, walked side by side in the heads of those figures.

Black and white impermanence!

Warmth suddenly recalled that these two were the black-and-white impermanence I had seen in the cemetery of M city!

So are they followed by those dead souls?

Looking at black and white impermanence, followed by a vast team, the unified face was expressionless, the eyes were dull, step by step, slowly passing through the Naihe bridge, and a warm heart couldn't help holding it tightly.

It was the first time she had seen so many dead people - no! To be exact, this is the first time she has seen so many ghosts of dead people!

It's not like the sun here. She should be found here!

Although black-and-white impermanence is not familiar with her, it can be regarded as an acquaintance. I should give her some information!

Thinking so, warm couldn't help standing up and waving his arm at the black-and-white impermanence on the bridge:

"Black and white impermanence! Black and white impermanence!"

However, unexpectedly, her cries were all drowned in the three way River shrouded in black smoke. There was no response and no one found her.

Soon, warm found this and gave up the struggle.

Sure enough, it's still a dream!

No one saw her, no one heard her! She seemed to be an intruder who had no intention of entering another world, undetected and ignored!

Although this feeling is no stranger, but every experience, warmth will still feel strange in my heart.

Soon, warmth returned to the boat, and black and white impermanence led the dead to the other end through the Naihe bridge. The warm boat also stopped at the shore at this time.

Warm raised his eyes. In front of him was the place where black and white impermanence was about to pass. They approached her bit by bit. There was no fear in warm heart. Instead, they involuntarily stepped off the boat and came to the shore.

Warm dare not act rashly, standing in place waiting for black and white impermanence and those undead close, want to see where they are going!

They are the undead who have passed the judgment of hell and want to be reincarnated!

Black and white are impermanent. Is this taking them to reincarnation?

The warmth calmed down, looked and saw that she had come to her, but looked at her invisible black-and-white impermanence, hesitated for a moment, took a step and followed up.

After walking for a while, she found another figure in front of her!

That figure, when she first entered this dream, many messy and broken pictures flashed in her mind. It seems to be a fragment of memory, but it can't be forgotten.

It was a slim figure in a black and ankle robe. It looked like a woman. The woman holds a teapot with mottled patterns in her hand, and the other holds an equally dilapidated bowl