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“Ah, ah!”

"It's so noisy."

A group of crows circled overhead, cawing non-stop. The crows seemed to be particularly fond of this dilapidated temple, and they refused to leave for a long time.

The dead leaves swayed on the branches, only the weak connection prevented them from falling.

It's obvious that there's no hope left, so why are you still clinging on?

Gao Tinghan brushed away the loose hair that was blown by the breeze, pulled it down, and gently twisted it with two fingers, and the dead leaves broke into pieces.

Revealing a half-dried leaf that still had some vitality hidden behind it.

It turns into pieces, dry, creaking fragments, and with just a timely breeze, it will fall into the embrace of the earth.

He waited for a long time, until the candle in the lantern in his hand went out, and the breeze that blew his hair never came again.

Gao Tinghan covered his chest with his hands, not knowing whether he was sad or relieved. He put the lantern in his hand, which no longer provided light, on the ground.

He didn't place it carefully, and the lantern lay tilted at his feet, and for no reason, a spark appeared and it spontaneously combusted.

The flames curled up a corner of his black cloak, but Gao Tinghan was calm. He calmly picked up the burned area and extinguished the flames with his bare hands.

He opened his palms and there was no sign of burns, but he still blew on them, pretending to dispel the heat from the flames.

They are clearly a pair of hands without temperature.

The flames quickly engulfed the lantern at his feet, turning it into charred ashes. At this moment, the long-awaited wind finally came, blowing up the ashes and the broken leaves in his hand into the air.

Gao Tinghan didn't look back, he knew Yan Chan was coming.

"You came at the right time, neither too early nor too late." He was best at waiting. He had experienced joy and disappointment. As these feelings became more and more frequent, they gradually turned into indifference and disappeared with the wind.

As Yan Chan raised her head, what caught her eye was Gao Tinghan in a black robe blending into the dark sky. The circling crows quietly landed on the dead branches, and only those pairs of scarlet eyes appeared from time to time.

When he turned around, Yan Chan realized that he was not covering his face. She had seen him covering his face so many times that it seemed a little strange to her now.

The place he chose was quite remote, and Yan Chan climbed the stairs for a long time before getting here.

She tried her best to control her breathing, and it took her a while before she could speak properly. "What you want, I give it to you."

She threw the piece of bone in her hand towards Gao Tinghan. In an instant, the crows on the branches cried out in unison, and Yan Chan subconsciously covered her ears.

Gao Tinghan opened his palm and caught the bone steadily. The originally dim bone in his palm suddenly burst into a strong white light.

His heart beat violently and he slowly clenched the bones in his hand.

He spread out his other hand, and the deduced formation appeared layer by layer in his palm. The red text floating on it kept flashing, and every jump warned him that time was running out.

"Wan! Fang! Jie!" The calling voice came from not far away, a little heartbreaking, it seemed that it took a lot of strength to shout.

Yan Chan covered her ears with her hands, which had just been put down. To her, it sounded like a sharp cry, but she had no idea what was making it.

Soon, the ground began to shake slightly, and the gravel at his feet began to jump. Yan Chan supported himself on one leg on the pillar behind him, with his mouth tightly closed.

Even her breathing became cautious, for fear that the dust would be inhaled by her.

This place is so dilapidated that there are spider webs on the beams and the dust on the pillars is so thick that it can hide all the wrinkles on your fingers.

If you kick it with your feet, a lot of dust will be shaken off.

"It seems that there is no time to reminisce about the past. I look forward to our next meeting." The formation in the palm of his hand changed a little bit quietly, but he did not notice it.

Yan Chan watched his hurriedly departing figure disappear into the darkness, and coughed dryly a few times helplessly. Suddenly, a crow flew down from a branch and landed on Yan Chan's sleeve.

Yan Chan stared at the crow that pecked her sleeve in some confusion, and watched it fly back to the branch again.

What is this?

repaying kindness with enmity

She had just helped it pick off the broken leaves stuck to its body.

Yan Chan looked at the crow's masterpiece on his sleeve, pressed his fingertips on the wrinkled area and gently smoothed it out.

She had no reason to stay here anymore, so she turned around and left without noticing that the dilapidated temple behind her had changed.

Instead of renovation, all the supporting wood collapsed to the ground, but this time there was no dust.

Not even the ripples caused by a stone falling into the pond appeared.

Blood oozed out of the ground again, swallowing it up bit by bit.

Turned into tombstones.

Gao Tinghan stood in front of Wanfangjie's tombstone, and a crow also landed on his sleeve.

It vomited and spat out a pool of blood. It was the blood that was taken from Yan Chan and that she accidentally got stained with.

Gao Tinghan scratched its chin as a reward.

This place is actually a den of ghosts, but he used a little trick to deceive people, just like... rhinoceros horn incense can help you see the person you want to see the most.

This blood is not a good thing after all, and it will be troublesome if it gets on his mind. Yan Chan has helped him a lot, so he naturally has to save her.

"!!" The spider raised its front paws to stop Gao Tinghan's actions.

"How do you dig your own grave?"

"......illiterate." Gao Tinghan looked at Spider's big eyes speechlessly, and spat out these two cold words mercilessly.

"If you have teeth, just show them." He looked away and continued digging the grave.

"The master is still waiting for you at Stone Crow Pond..." The spider was so anxious that he wanted to help him dig. After all, it was Gao Tinghan's own grave, not his.

"It will be done soon." After saying that, he quickened his hands' movements, the tombstone was pushed to the ground, he crawled in and opened the coffin lid.

There were no bones inside, only a wooden box.

His bones had long been scattered all over the place and could not be put together again. He only knew the location of the piece in Buqitan.

Because no one has ever reached the bottom of Buqi Pond, that part is just out of reach.

Originally, he had no use for them, so he left the bones sealed at the bottom of the pool.

There are restrictions set by him personally on the wooden box, and only he can open it.

As for what's inside...his eyes darkened at the thought.

The memory was so old that even when he arrived at Stone Crow Pond on the spider's back, he was still immersed in the past.

The spider looked at the motionless puppet and rushed over anxiously.

Gao Tinghan almost lost his grip on the wooden box in his arms. He supported himself with one hand behind his back and jumped down.

"Has its power been weakened to this extent..." Gao Tinghan fiddled with the puppet that was slumped on the ground with its head drooping. "It can't even hold on for a moment longer."

"The master said he had a dagger stuck in him."

Gao Tinghan looked in the direction the spider pointed. He took a quick look and rarely regained some interest.

He raised his hand and touched Wu Chunlai, but felt nothing.

"I didn't expect that there is something you can't handle?" The spider shrank a little and crawled all over Gao Tinghan's body.

Finally, it was caught by his collar and hung there dangling.

Gao Tinghan threw the deduced formation to the ground again, and placed his five fingers in a clenched position at the position of Wu Chunlai's heart.

"How about trying it with your blood?" the spider reminded.

"Where would my blood come from? The body of this puppet is made of machines." Even if he cut thousands of cuts on his body, not a drop of blood would flow out.

The spider poked the skin on his neck in annoyance, almost forgetting that the Wanfang Realm was only covering this body in the form of a soul.

The physical body is long gone.

Seeing that he was trying to pull out an invisible dagger, the spider crawled down, waving its eight legs, and sat down next to the deduction formation.

Waiting was boring anyway, so it raised its front paws and poked left and right. Suddenly, it cried out loudly, "Wanfangjie, come and see!"

The spider paced in place, kicking its eight legs haphazardly.

At this moment, Gao Tinghan finally grasped the dagger, and the shadow of the dagger gradually emerged.

He did not let go, after all, he had held it with great difficulty. Gao Tinghan turned his head and deduced that the formation split into two air masses.

"Push it over here." Gao Tinghan whispered, his five fingers turned white due to the force, and the dagger was shaking in his palm.

He had to hold on tight to stop it from disappearing again.

He stared at the deductions in front of him, one black and one white.

Gao Tinghan subconsciously focused his attention on the white group. In this world of black and white, people always regard white as the just and beautiful side.

Even Gao Tinghan is no exception. Perhaps this is the ending he wants.

His eyes were instantly covered by a vast expanse of white. Gao Tinghan closed his eyes. He saw himself pulling out the dagger, and then the flashing deduction formation returned to its previous appearance, with the following words still appearing on it: There are fifty great ways, forty-nine are derived from heaven, and one is escaped by man.

Afterwards, everything went as planned, the spirit came to life, and he died.

This time, not only was the □□ gone, but even the spirit disappeared into thin air.

However, this life is not that simple. One will lose all power and become like a weak human.

When he opened his eyes, his face was expressionless, and then he looked towards the black mass again.

This time he did not pull out the dagger, but loosened his grip.

In this ending, the only consolation is that he saw the spirit again.

However, at that time, his body had been corroded by the pool water and he couldn't even lift a finger.

He spent a peaceful and beautiful period of time with the spirit at the bottom of the pool until both of them were annihilated.

Gao Tinghan looked at the dagger in front of him. No matter which ending it was, it would not be perfect.

One dies and the other lives, or both die.

He hated the balance of this world. What the hell was this? The righteous path couldn't cultivate strong people, so they had to be buried together.

How can this be true!

It would have been better for them not to give in and die together early. Why did they struggle so hard that they still don't have a good ending now?

No matter which one he chooses, he will die.

Gao Tinghan had no choice.

But he still wanted to ask what the séance meant.

To live or to die.