"It's been many years, should I leave? What is the world like?" Mu Ziyun sat on the root of the old tree demon, looking decadent and helpless. /p
The old tree demon has not changed much. He is originally a tree and has a long lifespan, so the fatigue in his heart accumulates very slowly. /p
The old tree demon replied: "You'd better think about the past more, or go through the experience of the human world again in the fantasy world."/p
"I have forgotten what the human world is like." Mu Ziyun smiled frustratedly and continued: "I have tried it before, but I am gradually losing the ability to imagine. I cannot imagine what a person looks like. I am not able to do it." In my fantasy world, this long street always looks like this. I can no longer remember what the human world looks like. I’m done.”/p
"In that case, just let the Lord of the Ghost Country let you go and quickly join reincarnation to prevent you from disappearing into thin air."/p
"Alas, having said that, I still feel a bit reluctant to part with it."/p
"I can't bear to leave that Jile Xiao Hui'er. Is this human love?"/p
Mu Ziyun shook his shoulders and laughed out loud. He said: "I don't have love with her. How could I fall in love with more than forty girls at the same time? What's more, among them are the souls of girls of several years old. Alas," Mu Ziyun sighed. After making two noises, he then said: "Old Shu, I'm a little panicked. I've been trapped in this ghost place for long enough, and I've developed a dependence on it. It's as if I've lost everything, and all that's left is the things that exist here. Meaning, Xiao Huier seems to be integrated with me. I am familiar with every soul in her body. They have been with me longer than anyone else in the world."/p
"So you want to leave, but you can't." The old tree demon sighed and said: "Human, you are at the end of your rope, and what is waiting for you is your soul."/p
"Mu Ziyun!" Ji Le Xiao Hui'er suddenly appeared. She had a different appearance at the moment, exuding a familiar freshness. It was just like the way Mu Ziyun looked when he saw her for the first time, but Xiao Hui'er His eyes are more intriguing than before. /p
Mu Ziyun was very surprised by the changes in Xiao Hui'er, because the two of them had been tired for a long time, and more than two thousand and four hundred years had passed in the world of the underworld. In Mu Ziyun's heart, he had been here for a thousand years. After more than five hundred years, of course, he no longer cares and has even become stupid. It won't take long for Mu Ziyun to reach the point of relief. The other dead souls have completely denied life in the world because they are numb in their own fantasy world. Therefore, the maximum level of their fatigue is very high, and the accumulation of fatigue is very slow. But Mu Ziyun has been playing some girls' games for more than two thousand and four hundred years, so the mental fatigue can easily accumulate. , the maximum limit has also become much lower. The long street he sees now is very simple, and he can only see some scattered figures, and he is about to disappear. /p
"What's wrong with you? Wen Yatou." Mu Ziyun could tell whose soul was speaking from Ji Le Xiao Hui'er's eyes. /p
Xiao Hui'er was used to the various names Mu Ziyun gave her, but now she said: "I am Xiao Hui'er."/p
"What's wrong with you? Have you rested enough?" Mu Ziyun sighed and said, "What's the next game?"/p
"The next game is the fifth to last game." Xiao Huier said softly. /p
"What!" Mu Ziyun suddenly jumped up, his brain was filled with hot blood, strange things suddenly appeared around him, including cranes, pavilions, mountains and rivers, and the long street became "busy" again. , the noisy sound reached Mu Ziyun’s ears again. /p
Mu Ziyun asked again, and when he learned that what he heard was correct, he suddenly became nervous, collapsed beside the old tree demon, and muttered to himself: "There are only five left." Feeling of fear and oppression and expectations, joy, or disappointment rushed into his head. /p
"How come this is going to end so soon?" Mu Ziyun raised his head and looked at Ji Le's little Huier. Little Huier also looked at him, and their eyes gradually softened. They were grieving and looking forward to each other. But they want to escape reality. There are still five games left, and they are about to be separated. The time of being together for more than 2,400 years is coming to an end. /p
Mu Ziyun's voice was almost trembling. He lowered his head and said, "What's next?"/p
Jile Xiao Hui'er sat next to him, held his hand tightly, and replied: "Count beans." After saying that, countless soybean grains poured out from the black forest in all directions, drowning the old tree demon. Mouth, it was like a soybean tsunami. All the long streets under this level were washed away and covered by the "soybean river water". Mu Ziyun and Ji Le Xiao Hui'er hugged each other and sat among the soybean grains. Mu Ziyun cried and laughed, but also smiled like a secret joy, and said: "It will take us many years to count these beans. It is really a long game." Ah."/p
Ji Le and Xiao Hui'er gave a soft greeting and held his hand tightly. /p
They began to play the game wholeheartedly, and their spirits soon returned to the moment when they had just started. Back then, Mu Ziyun was eager for the game to end soon. Now, he hopes that those soybeans can breed new beans, and they can Let him last for a thousand years. /p
Then, when they were hopeful and longed for eternity, the game seemed to be intentional, becoming easier and completing it faster. They only had to count the soybean grains covering the endless street. Two hundred years (the time perspective of the earthly world), Mu Ziyun felt in his heart that the game was over in less than a few years. /p
Then, next is the fourth to last game. /p
"Wait!" Mu Ziyun's whole body felt cold, and his heart felt like a piece of flesh had been cut out. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he said, "Don't worry, let's rest for a while."/p
"Yes." Ji Le and Xiao Hui'er nodded gently. After the two looked at each other, Mu Ziyun turned over and rushed over. Every soul of Song Yatou and Qingqing Yatou appeared almost crazy and rolled with Mu Ziyun. They all knew that, It's all coming to an end. /p
The fourth to last game - the conversational game. Mu Ziyun and Ji Le Xiao Huier are each deliberately becoming stupid. They will make mistakes that even children would not make, making the game need to be repeated again and again. When another fifty years passed (from the time perspective of the earthly world), Ji Le Xiao Huier suddenly started playing the game seriously and ended the game quickly. /p
Mu Ziyun looked at him with doubts. Ji Le Xiao Hui'er lowered her head and bit her lips. She turned her back to Mu Ziyun and said: "It has been more than 2,600 years outside, and we are still here." There are three games, and in four hundred years, we must complete them."/p
"Why!" Mu Ziyun's voice was urgent, and he almost shouted: "The ghost country has no time!"/p
"But there is in the world of the sun!" Ji Le Xiao Hui'er turned around and shouted with a cry. /p
"What does it have to do with us! I am a dead soul, and so are you!"/p
"You're not!" Ji Le Xiao Hui'er turned around again, with her back to Mu Ziyun, and muttered to herself in a daze: "You're not"/p
The old tree demon on the side was silent for a long time, and suddenly opened its green eyes. It let out a long oh, and said to itself as if it suddenly realized: "Two thousand six hundred years have passed, so long has passed in the world outside, and soon It’s going to be three thousand years.”/p
Mu Ziyun left Xiao Hui'er angrily and hid in the fantasy world of other dead souls on the long street. Although he knew that his every move was still in the eyes of Xiao Hui'er, the leader of the ghost country, he still deceived himself and hid himself, and Xiao Hui'er did not Came to see him. /p
After a long time, a vine found him. He recognized it as the old tree demon's vine, and came to the old tree demon's side. /p
The old tree demon said to him: "You'd better finish the game with her before the time is up."/p
"Why? I don't want to play anymore."/p
"I know that you can't leave here anymore, but three thousand years are coming soon, you might." The old tree demon paused. It looked at the loveless and spiritless Mu Ziyun, frowned, and turned around. And said: "You know, the maximum time limit for the Lord of the Ghost Kingdom to fulfill his wish is three thousand years in the world of the world. Once the three thousand years have passed, the wishes will return to their original state, and you are no longer qualified to accompany the Lord of the Ghost Country to fulfill his wish."/p
"Wouldn't that be better?"/p
"No, you will disappear from her memory."/p
"Impossible" Mu Ziyun retorted: "She still remembers her friends who used to play games with her."/p
"Yes, she has played many games with different dead souls. When she first played with you, she was full of freshness. Do you know why? The 'Luo' soul will make her, after she fails to fulfill her wish, Returning to the state when she first became the Lord of the Ghost Country, when her desire for wishes was the most urgent and painful, she will leave the Ghost Country again and go to the underworld or other worlds to find a creature who can accompany her to realize her wishes. , she will still remember you, but you have become a past in her heart that can be turned over at will, but you always remember her, or you continue to stay here, never find her, and forget her , or you are allowed to return to reincarnation and be liberated, but she still has to suffer endless time in the ghost kingdom."/p
Mu Ziyun buried his head between his legs and did not make a sound for a long time. When he raised his head, there was despair and relief on his face. He stood up silently and walked outside. Not long after, he came to Ji Le Xiao Huier again. around. /p
Xiao Hui'er lowered her head, neither looking at him nor speaking. /p
Mu Ziyun whispered: "Let's start the next game."/p
Ji Le and Xiao Hui'er didn't speak, but nodded gently. The two of them leaned together in silence, holding each other's hands tightly. /p
So, the next game started, and the next game started, and a hundred years passed, and another hundred years passed. /p
