The biggest difference between jumping off a building and jumping off a cliff is that the route of jumping off a cliff is longer, and the last words can have modal particles.
Zhan Zhan opened his eyes, thinking that there would be a tearing pain, but found that his whole body was very comfortable, neither cold nor hot, neither painful nor itchy, and there was a little warmth in the buttocks.
He looked down, and there was a warm jade plate the size of a table under it.
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wipe! Who brought him to the table
Zhan Zhan jumped down from the plate, lowered his head to check his body, his chest, abdomen, legs, feet, arms and hands were all neat and tidy, and his clothes were still the same. He heaved a sigh of relief, afraid that he would be in another world inexplicably.
This is an ordinary stone room with a square shape, and the walls are white with a thin light.
He turned around, found a door suspected to be controlled by an agency, and stretched out his hand to feel around. The palm touched the wall, and... passed through.
Zhan Zhan froze, "pulled" his hand out of the wall in shock, and "inserted" it in again.
how can that be
He tried it with another hand, and it passed through.
…
He jumped back in a hurry and called out impatiently.
From the eldest brother Feixie to Han Feixie's domineering Ferrari... and finally to my parents and master, I called everyone I knew, but there was no answer. This stone room is like a strange cage, cutting off the connection with the world, leaving him alone.
He jumped onto the plate, the warmth of the plate soothing him slowly.
He stayed for a while, then jumped down again, gritted his teeth, and stuffed his head into the door.
Shimen was thinner than expected, and he only had to bend his waist forty-five degrees before he saw a long smooth path. The material of the road wall is the same as that of the stone chamber, and it is also a bright white stone shining with a faint light like a firefly.
Zhan Zhan remembered the long corridor in the White Dreamland, and vaguely had some fragmented thoughts in his head.
He walked out of the stone room and walked along the long road.
Occasionally, similar stone doors appeared on both sides of the road. He looked around a few curiously, and found that some were arranged like study rooms, some like warehouses, some like bedrooms, and some like morgues.
He looked at the transparent coffin parked in the center of the stone room, and there was a person lying in it. He walked over curiously and looked down at the person in the coffin.
The coffin is divided into two layers, the outer layer is crystal, and the inner layer is ice, which blurs the appearance of the person inside the coffin.
He put his head deep into the coffin, and the face of the man gradually became clear as his waist became lower and lower... Clear...
Zhan Zhan stood there for a long time with his whole body bent over stiffly, so long that he was about to merge with the coffin, and then he jumped away suddenly, stepped back seven or eight steps, and stood against the stone wall. The memory fragments stored in the mind are gathered little by little, and they are slowly played back from the cliff jumping backwards, and then down... the thoughts gradually become clear.
At that time, before he had time to jump onto the giant bird with Hanba, he was blown off the platform by a huge force, and the picture was frozen, and he could clearly see the shock and panic on Hanba's face, and the foreground was covered in blood red, like It was blood spraying down the sky and covering the sky, and after that, his body fell rapidly...
He shuddered. Even though it was an extremely fast moment, his memory still accurately captured the severe pain that came from his back and penetrated his entire body!
He fell to his death.
The corpse lying in that coffin was him.
And the current self... is a ghost
He didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
He stood there blankly, as if time stood still, and the only thing flowing was the waves in his heart.
The setting of this world has resurrection medicine, right
You should be able to resurrect yourself in such a situation, right
Hanba won't give up on himself...
He suddenly wanted to see Han Feixie, and the desire came rushing, violently overwhelming his reason. He quickly ran out of the stone room, running in a panic, he didn't know how long he ran, he only knew that he ran too fast and had no time to stop his legs, and suddenly bumped out from the mountain wall.
The sun caught him off guard.
He yelled "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" After a while, the sun is still fine, and so is he.
Zhan Zhan slowly got up and looked at the ground. There was indeed no shadow, but there was no burn hole on his body. He wiped off the imaginary cold sweat and heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the ghost system here is not the same setting as the original world.
At this time, he was in the mood to look at the scenery.
He was standing at the foot of a high mountain, so steep that he couldn't see the slope. On the other side was a river with a gentle flow, but no bridge.
Zhan Zhan walked around the foot of the mountain and began to climb the mountain...
Then, he encountered a very serious problem, his hands would go into the mountains.
Although ghosts can't suffocate to death in the rocks, just thinking about the situation where he was trapped in the middle of the mountain and couldn't find a way out, he shrank his hands behind his back in fright. When Sun Wukong was suppressed back then, he could still let his head out. He didn't want to be worse than Monkey King.
He had no choice but to continue walking along the foot of the mountain. As he walked, it was evening. He didn't feel tired, but the road ahead was blocked by the river. He tried to put his feet on the water, and then sank little by little. He quickly took two steps back.
He can't go up the mountain and is afraid of going into the water. Is he imprisoned here
Zhan Zhan kicked up the mountain angrily, and then... stood firm.
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After thinking about it, he touched the mountain with his elbow, but he didn't cross it. In other words... if the body passes first, it will be worn, and if it touches the clothes first, it will not be worn? After trying a few times, it was indeed the case. He felt relieved, wrapped his hands in his clothes, and climbed up the mountain with difficulty.
He can't grasp stones with his palms, and he can use very few movements, which are a bit difficult, and because he has become a ghost, the gravity of the earth has little effect on him, neither will he be pulled back, nor will he feel pain. The hardships are also very difficult. limited.
After finally climbing to the top, just in time for the moon to go down, the sun clocked in and went to work again.
He stood up straight, stretched his waist completely unnecessary, and turned his head to see a very familiar hole, and what was even more familiar was the word on the hole—White Dreamland.
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He ran up the mountain quickly along the mountain path, and two people came down from the top of the mountain path.
Zhan Zhan subconsciously dodged to the side, only to find that the other party's eyes passed him straight, and continued to walk forward as if nothing had happened.
"Today's food is really good."
"Master Yang will be back tomorrow, Miss Yang is happy."
"Hahaha... I will eat meat every day from now on."
"Yes."
The two walked past Zhan Zhan side by side with smiles on their faces.
Zhan Zhan captured a lot of information.
First, there is a mountain owner on Baimeng Mountain.
Second, Miss Yang is in charge of the dishes.
Third, there is meat to eat today.
Zhan Zhan was a little greedy, licked his lips, and continued walking.
The mountain road was gone quickly, standing on the top of the mountain and looking around, everything on the mountain was clear. The burned pavilions have been rebuilt, not as gorgeous as before, but much stronger. There are several iron poles inserted obliquely under the corridor to support the corridor.
From time to time, patrols walked past him, all wearing uniforms.
Zhan Zhan was thinking of finding a place to inquire about the news, when he saw a very familiar young man rushing up, strode past him, walked along the corridor, and rushed directly into the lobby on the first floor.
Just as Zhan Zhan was about to follow, he saw him rushing out of the lobby with a few more familiar people and hurried down the mountain.
Looking at the group of people, Zhan Zhan was so excited that he quickly followed behind.
The group of people ran fast, and they continued to join the disciples along the way, and the team grew stronger. Zhan Zhan was afraid of bumping into someone, so he jogged for a few steps, and was quickly left behind. When he got to the bottom of the mountain, the acquaintances had been drowned out, only the sound of noisy laughter was heard.
Zhan Zhan was so anxious that he wanted to pass through the person's body, but he was hesitant on the outside because he was afraid of some side effects.
The team moved slowly, like a fat man in bloated clothes, moving slowly upwards.
Zhan Zhan was in a hurry, and shouted: "Uncle Jin!"
His voice was very loud, but he was ignored at all, and he couldn't help being frustrated.
The noise stopped one after another, and the audience suddenly fell silent, and the other disciples looked around.
Zhan Zhan followed and looked around.
After a while, the procession moved on.
Zhan Zhan followed silently.
The team gradually dispersed. Only a handful of people keep going.
Zhan Zhan took the opportunity to stick close to Jin Qian, whistling on the back of his neck and complaining: "Don't you feel anything? This is authentic ghost blowing, at least you rub your neck, you don't feel alert at all. It's still too thick."
Jin Qian, who was walking well, was suddenly pulled away, and another person stood in front of him.
Zhan Zhan was so startled that he almost couldn't hold back his foot and bumped into it. After he stopped in his tracks, he raised his head impatiently and said, "Turn in one direction at least... the lamp... Hanba?"
The Han Feixie in front of him was quite different from what he remembered, his face was still the one that was so overwhelming, but mature and decadent, with a beard growing above his lips, his expression was a little tired, but his eyes were amazingly bright.
Zhan Zhan was embarrassed at first, feeling as if he was about to be sucked in by these eyes, then remembered that he was still in a ghost state, Han Ba should not be looking at him, so he couldn't help turning his head to look back.
An arm brushed his shoulder and came around behind him. Zhan Zhan turned his head in a hurry, only to find that Han Feixie was holding him in his arms—to be precise, in his arms.
Han Feixie tried hard to control his trembling voice, and said softly, "Welcome, go home."
Zhan Zhan felt sad, raised his hand, and gently put his arms around his waist, "Yeah."
"Is it... Young Master?" Jin Qian asked nervously.
Behind him, Zhu Wan and Kong Yanzi looked very expectant. Although the former Ouyang boy and the current Ouyang youth didn't show any expression, they still had a bit of welcome on their faces. The remaining man and woman Zhan Zhan felt that the man looked familiar. But he couldn't remember where he had seen her before, until the man called the woman "Liu Liu", he remembered, wasn't the man Yang Chengqi? Women don't need to ask, of course it's Yang Liuliu.
Speaking of which, they were not only the fuse that caused Jiu Zhan Zhan's death, but also the guides who made him and Han Feixie meet for the first time.
Han Feixie watched him keep looking at Yang Liuliu, feeling displeased, but the joy of regaining what was lost made him suppress this displeasure, let go of him, and introduced calmly: "Yang Chengqi, Yang Liuliu."
"I remember." Knowing that they couldn't see it, Zhan Zhan still greeted him.
Jin Qian leaned over, followed Han Feixie's gaze to look in Zhan Zhan's direction, and asked tentatively, "Young master?"
Zhan Zhan walked up and pretended to hug him, "Uncle Jin."
Han Feixie conveyed from the side.
Jin Qian's eyes were slightly red, and he said repeatedly: "I'm the one who got you involved."
Han Feixie said: "This is not a place to talk, let's go back first."
Seeing that a large group of people were about to follow, Zhu Wan looked at Han Feixie's face and said with a smile: "Young master must have a lot of questions after sleeping for so long. Only the owner of the mountain can see the little father-in-law here. The Lord will explain these questions clearly alone. I just want to talk about what I encountered on this trip, so I won’t delay.”
Jin Qian was a little bit reluctant, and was dragged away by Zhu Wan.
Han Feixie took Zhan Zhan to the room in the easternmost corner of the third floor.
Zhan Zhan couldn't wait for him to close the door, and couldn't wait to ask a series of questions: "How did you become the owner of the mountain? How about master and uncle? Where is the Qilin family? Where is Shui Chilian? Also, why are you the only one?" Can you see me?"
Han Feixie couldn't laugh or cry, "There are so many questions, which one do you want me to answer first?"
Zhan Zhan bowed his head, was silent for a while, and asked softly, "I'm dead?"
"No!" Han Feixie denied it very quickly, paused, and said in a low voice, "It's a temporary out-of-body experience." He pulled out a necklace from his neck. The chain was an ordinary gold chain, very thick, thanks to it Han Feixie, even with a beard, is so beautiful that it is earth-shattering. The chain worn by such an upstart looks like a tailor-made haute couture item on him. There is a bright white heart-shaped pendant hanging on the chain, which is very delicate.