Wen Ling lay on the cold ground for an unknown amount of time.
Until...she felt a pair of warm hands covering her eyes while she was sleeping.
It was as if the whole world suddenly became clear.
Sober.
Wen Ling opened his eyes suddenly.
She felt that she had never been so clear. She knew everything and understood everything.
In front of her eyes, a flesh-colored thing was dimly covered. When the thing saw her moving, it quickly shrank back.
It was a pair of extremely warm hands.
Through the fingers of those hands, Wen Ling saw the appearance of the man.
When asked about Lingtong, he fell into confusion again.
"Xiao...Lan?"
Rustling, rustling...
The man retracted his hand, stood up, and never looked at Wen Ling again.
She turned her back and walked forward.
Wen Ling put his hands on the ground and sat up hesitantly.
That person, that face... is Xiaolan.
but……
Wen Ling stared at the man's back and slowly got up from the ground.
She measured the person's height, observing her steps and posture.
This is not Xiaolan, Xiaolan is not that tall.
But that face...
The man walked a few steps and suddenly turned a corner. Only then did Wen Ling realize that there was something standing in front of the man.
monument.
Wen Ling unconsciously held her breath.
A dark gray stone tablet protruded crookedly from the ground. There were no words on the tablet, and it would not shine. There were only rough edges and corners that had been tempered by time.
The man walked around to the back of the monument, stood behind it, and looked at Wen Ling quietly.
Wen Ling looked at the monument and then at the person.
The face is almost exactly the same as Xiaolan's...but the expression and eyes are so different.
There had never been such desolation and despair in Xiaolan's eyes.
Eye.
Wen Ling stared into the man's eyes.
Her body went limp and she almost fell.
"The stele..." Wen Ling trembled violently, "You..."
She saw it.
the truth.
Wen Ling felt a burning sensation welling up from his eyes.
She pointed at the person, her fingers and pupils trembling.
"Who are you……"
pain!
Wen Ling knelt down in pain. She covered her eyes. Two streaks of blood slid down the bridge of her nose. Wherever the blood slid, there was pain that went straight to the bone marrow.
She knew what the pain was about.
She saw the truth.
But the truth cannot be told.
"You are...ah!..."
Wen Ling screamed. She lay on the ground, raised her head with difficulty, and looked at the man with blood-soaked eyes.
She reached out and grabbed her.
The man stood silently behind the monument, silently looking down at her.
Then, she moved.
The man slowly raised his right hand, and she stretched out her index finger and raised it to her lips.
"Shh-"
The world in front of Wen Ling began to distort. She rolled her eyes and fainted again.
***
Qin Yin and Fool raised their feet and stepped firmly across the empty door.
The world around him suddenly became brighter.
"my God……"
Qin Yin and Fool covered their eyes at the same time.
"Why is it so bright?"
"You're finally here!"
A cheerful male voice sounded in their ears.
Qin Yin put down his hand, squinted his eyes, and looked at the owner of the voice.
"Eh..." Qin Yin said in surprise, "Mr. Shen!"
Standing in front of the two of them was none other than Mr. Shen, the new ghost sergeant.
"Why are you here?" As soon as Qin Ying asked, he realized that there was something wrong with his question. Where would he be if he were not in the court? So he changed his question and asked, "I mean, why are you?" ah?"
The fool also looked a little surprised.
"Because what you are about to pass is the ferry bridge in Qiaomei City. Normally, Senior Lingluo should be in charge here, but Senior Lingluo has to be busy with other things today, so I came here on behalf of him, hehe..."
The smile on Mr. Shen's face was extremely bright, full of the innocence and purity unique to a person who has not been beaten by society.
He turned around and pointed back, and the two of them looked in the direction he pointed.
This crossing bridge was not at all what they imagined.
They originally thought that the crossing bridge for reincarnation must be a dirty wooden bridge across a pitch-black river. There might be ghosts in the river struggling and shouting...
But here, everything is bright.
In front is an open white square, which is somewhat similar to the White Stone Square in front of the court, but the difference is that this square is built indoors.
There are several stalls with floating spiritual flags lined up in the square?
"What are those?" Qin Yin asked in shock, "Why do they look like mobile traders?"
"Of course not, where did you think they were?" Mr. Shen said with a smile, "Those traders are not mobile, they have always opened stores here."
Open... a shop...
Seeing the stunned expressions of the two of them, Mr. Shen said cheerfully, "Actually, I was also surprised when I saw them for the first time."
"Aren't you... opening a shop in the place where you were reincarnated?" Qin Yin said incoherently, "What are you selling... what are you selling?"
You can't sell snacks, right?
"They sell some snacks, snacks and so on," Mr. Shen said, "Do you want to try them?"
"Oh no no no no need..."
The two waved their hands quickly.
"Why is food sold here?" The fool asked as he followed Mr. Shen forward, "Is anyone buying it?"
"Of course, someone will buy it before someone will sell it," said Mr. Shen. "It's not difficult to understand. There are always some people who want to eat food for the last time before reincarnation. For example, some people will be reincarnated in a foreign country in their next life. , then his last wish was to have a Chinese meal. We at Tingting are so humane, so of course we must unconditionally fulfill the wishes of the deceased..."
Qin Yin raised her hand weakly, "But what you just said was selling..."
"Ahem..." Mr. Shen coughed awkwardly, "That's not the point, the details are not important... Let's go, the bridge is just ahead."
The three of them passed a stall. Behind the stall stood a bald, middle-aged man. The man's shrewd eyes scanned Qin Yin and Fool, and finally settled on Qin Yin.
"Come and have something to eat," the man waved to Qin Yin, "come on, come on..."
"No, no, no..." Qin Yin shrank back, "I'm not hungry."
"Nonsense!" the man said, "You really want to eat hot pot now, especially the fat beef and lamb in the hot pot, as well as the shrimp, fish balls, hairy belly and fat intestines..."
Qin Yin's eyes widened, "Damn it! How did you know?!"
The man smiled mysteriously, bent under his stall, stood up, and brought a hot cauldron to the stall.
The three of them put their heads together.
There is a fragrant and shiny hot pot in the pot!
Qin Yin's eyes immediately straightened.
"How's it going? Do you want to eat?" Baldhead looked confident as expected, crossing his arms and smiling.
"If you want to eat, I can treat you." Mr. Shen said.
"I...I don't want to eat!" Qin Yin gritted his teeth and forced himself to turn his head away, "Go on, I'm going to cross the bridge!"
