As the soul-guiding candle went out, the surroundings were plunged into endless darkness once again.

A gust of cold wind blew by, carrying with it the sound of soft weeping and the clanging of chains.

It seems so—

The sound of chains in the hands of the ghost soldiers.

"Run back quickly, or it will be too late!"

Grandpa's voice rang in my ears again, and he grabbed my hand, trying to pull me back.

But I stopped after only two steps.

"Run! What are you standing there for, you little bastard? Don't you want to die?"

When he saw me stop, Grandpa got very anxious and grabbed my hand, pulling me along with all his might.

"Grandpa! Don't be in a hurry, I have something to ask you."

I called out.

"What time is it to still ask questions? We can talk about it after we get out. Once the ghost soldiers catch you, you'll never be able to go back."

I stood still, ignoring his urging, and asked loudly, "Grandpa, do you remember when I turned five, did you buy me a mousse cake or an ice cream cake?"

Grandpa paused for a moment: "Grandpa doesn't remember, so many years have passed. You come with Grandpa first, those ghost soldiers will be here soon."

Indeed, the sound of chains grew louder and louder. Although I couldn't see them, I could sense that the ghostly soldiers were only a hundred or two meters away from us.

"Answer me first!" I tried to shake off his hand, but I couldn't.

"Back in the day, there were no mousse cakes. Grandpa cooked noodles for you. Did you really think Grandpa was a fake? Get out of here!"

Hearing this, I stopped struggling, breathed a long sigh of relief, and said embarrassedly, "My grandfather is fake too!"

"You child!"

Grandpa sighed helplessly, and was about to speak when he suddenly heard a stern voice shouting from ahead: "Where did these wandering ghosts come from? Why don't they wait to be reincarnated!"

Grandpa's face changed drastically: "Run!"

"good!"

I responded, and as I turned around, I kicked my grandfather hard and ran towards the direction of the ghost soldiers.

"Come back, come back now, you brat, are you out of your mind?"

I didn't look back and just kept rushing forward.

Staying by your side is more dangerous than risking my life.

Because my grandfather has never bought me a cake or cooked noodles for my birthday.

On my birthday every year, he would send me up the mountain and not let me come down until the next day. Then he would kill one of his black dogs and give me its entrails to eat.

This has been the case every year, without exception.

This year it might be dog's eyes, next year it might be dog's liver.

The first time I ever ate cake was when Su Mingyang's goddess had her birthday, and he bought her an ice cream cake.

Then they saw the goddess get into someone else's Porsche.

I shared the cake with them when I brought it back because I couldn't bear to throw it away.

Behind me, Grandpa was still calling out, but his voice had become shrill and piercing, neither male nor female.

As I charged forward, the clanging of chains and the sounds of ghostly soldiers disappeared, and a dim, yellowish continent reappeared before me.

The soul-guiding candle in my hand was never extinguished; everything that just happened was merely an illusion.

I slowed my pace and followed the direction indicated by the soul-guiding candle. The further I walked, the more familiar it felt to me.

The roadside is no longer filled with yellow sand, but with rows of familiar modern buildings.

This doesn't seem to be that dilapidated temple, but rather the haunted Fenglinyuan residential area.

At the entrance of the residential area, I saw Liu Sandao standing motionless with his head down in the distance.

His body was somewhat transparent, his face was terribly pale, and especially his eyes, which were completely lifeless and dull.

It is the spirit of Liu Sandao.

But I remember he never came to Fenglinyuan Community with me. How come his soul is here?

When I was fifty meters away from Liu Sandao's soul, I stopped.

Yuan Ying said that as long as I see Liu Sandao's spirit, I can go back. I must not disturb him. I should concentrate my mind and silently recite my name, and Yuan Ying will be able to summon me back.

"Chen Yan, Chen Yan, Chen Yan..."

I closed my eyes tightly and repeated my name in my heart over and over again.

Gradually, I felt my body getting lighter and lighter, and the ground beneath my feet was no longer firm. It was as if I was floating in the air.

The scene before them grew increasingly blurry, and Liu Sandao's figure became more and more distorted until it disappeared completely.

In a daze, a faint, lingering call to the soul drifted over.

Drawn by the sound, everything went black before my eyes, and my body plummeted uncontrollably, the wind whistling in my ears.

I don't know how much time passed, but I could vaguely hear noisy voices and hurried footsteps.

I struggled to open my eyes and found myself in a hospital corridor.

Several medical staff were pushing a mobile hospital bed, rushing towards me in a flurry.

"Quickly, prepare the ECG monitor!"

"Dopamine, 5 mg intravenously!"

"People in front, get out of the way! Don't block the road!"

Before I could react, a nurse rushed straight towards me.

Just as she was about to hit me, I instinctively tried to dodge, but found that she passed right through my body.

I turned my head in shock and saw a man covered in blood lying on the mobile hospital bed.

His right leg was a bloody mess, shattered into a puddle of flesh, with white bone fragments exposed. His intestines were also spilling out of his abdomen. The scene was horrific, clearly indicating a car accident.

The doctors quickly administered first aid while issuing various instructions loudly.

"Quickly, clean the wound, get hemostats!"

"Prepare for a blood transfusion, contact the blood bank!"

Behind the medical staff was a young woman wearing a floral dress.

The woman jogged after the hospital bed, her face streaked with tears, calling out repeatedly.

"Honey, you have to be okay! You have to hold on, Beibei and I can't live without you!"

Just as I was watching all of this with utter awe, a soft sigh suddenly came from beside me.

I turned my head and found a familiar-looking middle-aged man standing quietly beside me.

His gaze remained fixed on the woman chasing after the hospital bed, his eyes filled with longing and reluctance.

Upon closer inspection, I realized that this was a patient lying in a hospital bed waiting for emergency treatment.

How did his soul get out?

Before I could figure it out, the sound of chains suddenly rang out.

I looked in the direction of the sound and saw a ghost messenger I had seen before at the Gates of Hell, holding an iron chain and walking expressionlessly toward the middle-aged man.

As the underworld messenger walked out from the crowd, everyone instinctively shivered, tightened their clothes, and looked around in bewilderment.

The underworld messenger walked up to the middle-aged man, and without saying a word, put the iron chain around the man's neck and pulled hard.

The middle-aged man's soul involuntarily followed him forward.

Just as the underworld messenger turned around, he seemed to sense something, suddenly turned his head, and looked straight at me.

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