Qin Kun had a nightmare.

Dreaming of timelines intertwining, constantly interspersing around you, every turn is like a new hope and also like a wrong path. People often regret it after some things and look forward to another opportunity.

But when those opportunities come again, when encountering such a choice, you may not necessarily have the courage to change.

Qin Kun in the dream kept moving forward according to his original trajectory, and did not care about any turning point. Finally, he quickly moved forward to the current time point and woke up from the dream.

His back was already wet, Qin Kun's mouth was dry and he was breathing heavily.

I don’t know why I was shocked, but I found myself in the wreath shop and felt relieved inexplicably.

The wooden door branch opened, and the friction sounded harshly. A paper man held the water and carefully handed it to Qin Kun.

The paper man had a white face, with his eyes, a pink puff, wearing gorgeous clothes, and clumsy movements. Qin Kun thanked him and drank it all in one go.

"Where is the head of the Ning family? Where is Xu Facheng?"

"Master is asleep, Master Xu is still sitting outside."

At night, a small door would be opened in the wreath shop in case of funeral business. Qin Kun walked out of the house, Xu Facheng, Yuan Xinghan, Wang Gan, Chu Qianxun, and Bai Yi were all there.

There is also a hearse.

"Are you up?" Wang Gan asked.

It is 11 o'clock in the evening, and there are no pedestrians on Taichang Street. On the one hand, this is a funeral street, and on the other hand, there is an old saying: It is better to sleep in the lonely grave than the temple. Try to run into the temple as little as possible at night, because it is all ghosts who come to shout for justice.

"Yeah, go now?"

"Wait, Wei Tianliang is still in the temple."

Wei Tianliang took his granddaughter to Bailong Temple for a whole day, but he couldn't see his expression when he came out. Xu Facheng stared at him for a day, but didn't notice anything unusual, so everyone got into the car and left in a hurry.

...

In Sangyu City, a business car drove into the city. After Qin Kun left, the business car stopped at the entrance of Bailong Temple.

Three people got out of the car one after another, one was an old Taoist with a fairy-like appearance, one was an old man in a wheelchair, and one was greasy bald monk.

In the temple, there are flawless white jades, green pine, strange rocks, corridor pavilions, carvings and rendering ancient charms. In the abbot's yard, a monk looked at the corpses all over the yard and smiled slightly.

Dozens of corpses belong to Wei Tianliang.

Dozens of corpses belong to Wei Xiaocao.

They look exactly the same, but the difference is that they have different scars on them. However, scars are not important. They are all zombies anyway, and even the serious injuries can be made up. The key to the problem is how to restore their consciousness.

The gate of the abbot's yard suddenly opened.

Monk Bujie turned around and narrowed his eyes: "Ge Longtou, the immortal of painting skin... Are you the holy monk?"

Seeing the same corpse in the yard, the Painted Fairy felt numb. Even if she was superb, she would not like this forbidden area.

"What a great thing about heaven's corpse refining, but unfortunately my consciousness was dispersed. Wan Haitong, are you going to refine them into blood-inserting corpses?" The fairy asked with a smile.

Three top-notch people surrounded the monk Bujie. The monk Bujie's expression was indifferent: "Isn't it possible?"

Ge Zhan slowly stood up, staring at Bujie with his eyes narrowed and said, "I have been in charge for ten years. I thought you have changed your appearance."

Monk Bujie smiled and said, "Wei Tianliang wants to leave something for me. I have an old relationship with him, but I am disrespectful."

"Can these zombies help you turn the tables?"

"Ge Longtou, I have never thought of turning the tables. I am grateful for your life. But I have been in this temple for decades and want to go out for a walk. So I want to refine a blood-broken corpse to replace me, is it okay?"

After the silence, Ge Zhan and the other two pressed each other step by step, and Monk Bujie closed his eyes.

Suddenly, the gate of the courtyard was opened again.

Ge Zhan and the other two turned around and found that two Fengdu disciples from Sangyu City had arrived.

"Um?"

One of the two was surnamed Gao and the other was surnamed Liu. After seeing the appearance inside, they quickly greeted him: "The ninth level of the Huangquan Tianfu, the nine mountains and nine rivers are the same as the world. The guests of Fengdu, I don't know that the three seniors, the Dharma Master Sangyu, have missed the farewell greeting."

"Xiao Gao, Xiao Liu? What are you doing here?" Ge Zhan asked.

"Oh, Monk Bujie asked us to help burn the corpse. It was said that an old man gave him some unwanted gifts and asked us to help deal with them."

Guest Gao blinked and spoke.

Ge Zhan and the other two looked at Bujue.

Bujie smiled bitterly: "I knew you wouldn't allow me to refine a corpse instead of me, so I informed the two guests early to help burn the corpse."

The bodies were carried away one after another, until news came from Gunke Gao that all the corpses had been cremated, Ge Zhan and the other two were completely relieved.

Monk Bujie clasped his hands together and watched the three of them leave without saying a word. In the darkness, something was thrown and landed at his feet.

"Wan Haitong, although you are a traitor, I can't find any evidence related to you in the Blood Cutoff Sect. Either that matter has nothing to do with you, or you are hiding it very well! When I left here two years ago, I had already applied for a walking order for you. Someone from the General Administration of Spiritual Investigation stopped you and showed it to them. But remember that yin and yang are in harmony, and yin and yang are in harmony, there is only one chance!"

Ge Zhan's warning came, and the monk Bujie, who had always been calm, suddenly shook all over. He looked up at the sky and smiled helplessly.

After decades, I finally... I'm free.

...

...

The car passed Sanqin, passed Longxi, left Yumen Pass, passed Dunhuang, and then to the border.

The northwest is too big, and even the midnight hearse has been around for seven hours.

In spring, during the day, the first ray of sunshine rises. Who would care about the desolate Gobi Desert here? Everyone was shocked by the vast world and felt that people were particularly small compared to the sky.

Takus Village is the southeast of the border and is the large village closest to Dunhuang, Longdi.

It is said that it is a village, in addition to inconvenient transportation, the scale is more like a town.

Markets, factories, tourist areas, all have all the internal organs, and the villages and towns are mixed with ethnic groups, which is quite rare in the northwest.

This village and town obviously have elements of aid construction, and Su-style tube buildings are common. The walls of the community courtyard are still brick wall structures. There are all kinds of food and beverages on the streets.

Bicycles shuttle, ox, horse and carriage are rare, and milk dealers hawking and the fragrance of milk fill the streets.

Qin Kun's first step into the village and town, his eyes suddenly turned black and he could not see anything.

‘Ding! Warning! The host is trapped in an unknown area!’

‘Warning! Please leave the host!’

"Ding! Regional assimilation... Assimilation was successful!"

‘Special map: The Western Regions’ Nether Kingdom is opened!’

After his vision recovered again, a sonic boom erupted from the air and a javelin flew over.

puff

Wang Qian's belly was pierced by a javelin, nailed to the ground, and blood was flowing like a rush! He wailed loudly.

Wei Tianliang turned around, opened his hands and said to everyone: "Welcome to Wuwang Country."

Another javelin flew over, Qin Kun stretched out his legs and swept the air. The javelin was inserted into the tube tower next to him, and the buzzing sound was trembling.

The villagers and vendors on the street changed their appearance the moment everyone came in. On the opposite side, a group of military warriors were holding javelins and looking at Qin Kun and his group unkindly.

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