Chapter 425 An old friend returns
The bloody rain is gone, but everyone knows that the world is different.
But when I woke up, everything was normal again.
The washed-out buildings, traces of blood, dead people...all have been restored to their original appearance.
Bai Yanliang woke up at the stone table in the yard.
He was also surprised because the place where he entered Wuji was not here, but at this moment, he was sent back to "home".
The wind blows in from the leaves of the old locust tree in the corner of the courtyard, and there is already a bit of frosty winter air.
Moss is coiled at the foot of the stone table in the yard, and the city vehicles outside the yard are constantly coming and going, ticking and ticking.
Everything seems to be back to its original appearance, back to its most normal state.
He looked at the old locust tree in the corner of the yard. The overlapping leaves had turned yellow - it looked like winter was almost here.
At this time, there was a knock on the courtyard door.
Only visitors would knock on the door, and almost all the people who would come to the yard were related to the fog collection.
Who is it?
Bai Yanliang stood up and walked towards the door.
"Squeak——"
He opened the door, and the person standing at the door made his pupils shrink suddenly.
"Qi Nian..."
She was standing at the entrance of the courtyard against the light, wearing a white dress with a long ponytail - her face was a little unclear, but Bai Yanliang recognized her at a glance. It was Qi Nian, and she was completely dead. , or in other words... Qi Nian has become a new generation of haunter.
There is no doubt that she is a ghost.
Bai Yanliang's memory is very clear, and Wuji just sent out the word "bloody" not long ago - the corpse is not a corpse, the skeleton is not a skeleton, I am not myself, and the person is not a human being.
Literally speaking, this foggathering... may be a time when humans and ghosts intertwine, making it difficult to tell the real from the fake.
However, if a dead person appears in front of him, and his memory is not disturbed at all, wouldn't it be obvious at a glance that the visitor in front of him is a ghost?
What's the purpose of this?
However, it stands to reason that Bai Yanliang's best choice now is to close the door and immediately stay away from Qi Nian, who has turned into a ghost.
However, when her blurry face gradually became clear, until she appeared completely in front of him, Bai Yanliang was also stunned.
"Long time no see."
Qi Nian's words in front of him made Bai Yan's conscience tremble suddenly.
No...that's not right.
Ghosts cannot communicate, cannot communicate, they are just the condensation of pure malice... But why did Qi Nian, who had been confirmed to be a ghost by him, reveal the fact that he and her had not seen each other for a long time the moment he opened his mouth?
If a ghost can have memory and knowledge of the world, and it knows that it is dead and that it is a ghost, then... is it still a ghost?
Bai Yanliang's mouth suddenly became dry.
"What's wrong, don't you remember me?"
Qi Nian slowly stretched out her hand. The backlight behind her made Bai Yanliang unable to see clearly. But at this moment, Bai Yanliang clearly felt that his lips were touched.
It's her...
It's really her!
A strange yet familiar emotion suddenly burst out from the depths of his soul and quickly spread throughout his body.
Bai Yanliang looked at Qi Nian in disbelief: "Are you... a ghost?"
Qi Nian nodded without concealment, then turned sideways to let out the few sunsets.
"Don't you know, I entered the other side of the door, and I became... the new haunter."
Qi Nian seems to have changed a lot than before, but the only thing that has not changed is her eyes. She seems to be always worried about something. Even if she admits that she is a ghost at this moment, she is still worried about something in her eyes. "Let's go for a walk together?"
Qi Nian smiled and extended an invitation to Bai Yanliang.
"Squeak——"
The courtyard door closed, and Bai Yanliang was already standing outside the courtyard.
"What's going on?"
Bai Yanliang walked side by side with her. He never thought that he would actually have a conversation with a ghost, even if the ghost was indeed Qi Nian for the time being.
But if there is self-awareness, and the existence of ghosts that can control themselves and retain their emotions during life, then what is so scary about death?
Bai Yanliang didn't believe this was true. Maybe...this was the real danger and difficulty in this fog gathering.
"I don't know either."
Qi Nian shook his head regretfully. Maybe because she was a ghost, Bai Yanliang felt that the air around him was much colder. The driveway next to the sidewalk should have been noisy, but at this moment there was a strange laziness, as if it was covered A layer of dusty filters, only he and Qi Nian were colorful and flowing.
"I suddenly woke up not long ago," Qi Nian said slowly, "Then, scenes from when I became a haunter came flooding back to me. After I finally digested those bizarre scenes, I regained my consciousness. Only then did I realize that I was standing at the door of your yard.”
Qi Nian stopped and turned to look at Bai Yanliang: "It's as if a pair of invisible hands put me at your door."
Bai Yanliang was silent.
He knew that those invisible hands were none other than Wuji.
However, judging from what has been learned recently, those hands are more likely to be those who have completely controlled Wuji.
As for whether that person is Zhou Tian or Bai Yan.
Bai Yanliang doesn’t know yet.
He didn't even know if Zhou Tian and Bai Yanren were also included when Wuji included all the survivors in Yecheng.
"Can you tell me what happened during the time when I died?" Qi Nian asked curiously.
From her perspective, she became a ghost who had lost her self-awareness. When she regained consciousness, she was already standing at the door of the yard.
Bai Yanliang nodded, he did not refuse.
The short time together allowed Bai Yanliang to believe that Qi Nian beside him was really a ghost who had temporarily restored human consciousness.
The two walked forward slowly.
While Bai Yanliang was talking, Qi Nian listened carefully and occasionally asked a question or two.
Under the leadership of Qi Nianruoyou, gradually... the smell of paper money filled the air.
Just like the groggy trance on a summer evening, Bai Yanliang was also in a trance.
He followed Qi Nian and entered an old house.
The tall wooden doors and carved wooden windows were all open, and the wind blew gently, and a layer of white curtains swayed.
At some point, Qi Nian took Bai Yanliang's hand, and they entered the house hand in hand. The walls of this old house were black, as black as the deepest abyss, and the white curtains floating around in the house looked like strips. Snake letter, wrapped in the icy coldness, was searching for the mellow fragrance of popularity, and quietly and slowly approached Bai Yanliang.
In a daze, Bai Yanliang looked up.
It's snowing...
No, not snow.
It's paper money, white, round paper money.
Fluttering and swaying, they fell to the ground like snowflakes.
What is this place?
His eyes were out of focus. Why were there so many strangers in the room?
The dim and ambiguous light made it difficult to see the faces of the strangers in the room. A layer of white curtains slid over their faces, as if their true faces were revealed.
These are...
Bai Yanliang has seen all the people who died in the fog.