Song Zhanjin wandered and floated in the empty space.
There is no day or night here, only a turbid and depressing dusk. Wherever you look, there is a faint smoke and dust, like a strange road to the underworld.
The two sides of the road are full of red flowers in full bloom. There are no petals or leaves, and the stamens are slender and curled. In this place without wind or rain, they are swaying on their own.
Song Zhanjin's last memory was of him being transformed into a Siamese cat and burned by flames.
But the pain of being burned by the fire was not as great as the pain and discomfort he felt when his memory was restored.
At this moment, he finally remembered everything.
Recalling the wedding night of him and Lin Wanjun, the girl who fell and opened her eyes again was confused and frightened, and finally accepted her fate and compromised.
Recalling the relationship between him and Lin Wanjun from their initial unfamiliarity and wariness to their later understanding and love, the big bed that carried the blessings of everyone in the poop-collecting class was the witness of their love.
He recalled his cruelty and bastardness when his memory was forcibly erased during the granary explosion, and when he ruthlessly and resolutely hurt Lin Wanjun.
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Song Zhanjin's heart ached so much.
He looked at the chaotic sky and couldn't help but burst into tears, crying out Lin Wanjun's name.
Junjun, I'm sorry!
Junjun, I love you!
Junjun...
Suddenly, two shadows, one black and one white, appeared in front of Song Zhanjin.
Every step they took caused the crisp sound of iron chains colliding, which made Song Zhanjin's heart tremble.
"Song Zhanjin?"
The white figure flipped through the things in his hand and called out Song Zhanjin's name.
"Why is he here on the road to the underworld? Strange, he still has three years to live!"
The black figure said, "Perhaps, he was like the souls we just detained, killed in an accident! As you know, this world is turbulent, and life and death are hard to control."
"Since he's here, let's take him back with us!"
The black figure waved his wide sleeves, and suddenly many figures appeared on the originally chaotic road.
They were wearing military uniforms, carrying long rifles, and came in a bustling crowd, singing the red songs that Song Zhanjin was most familiar with.
"The smoke of war rolls as the heroes sing. The green mountains on all sides listen attentively, listen attentively..."
The loud singing seemed to dispel the gloom and darkness here. Song Zhanjin was no longer so nervous. He knew that he had met the team that belonged to him.
"Why is the battle flag so beautiful? It's stained red with the blood of heroes..."
He couldn't help but walk forward and sing the familiar song loudly with the group of soldiers.
After the song was finished, there were exclamations from the crowd.
"Hey, Zhanjin?"
"Yes! It's Song Zhanjin!"
Song Zhanjin also recognized the other person. He was his uncle in the military compound, named Fang Xuebing.
"Uncle Fang!"
He hurried to greet him, with a joyful smile on his face as if he had seen a relative.
"Uncle Fang, why are you here?"
From the conversation between the black and white figures just now, Song Zhanjin had already guessed that this was the Yellow Springs Road.
What does Huangquan Road mean?
It means he is dead!
He looked around at the huge team, all of them were soldiers, most of them had green and immature faces, obviously, they were still very young.
"The fighting on the front lines is stalemate, and our regiment has suffered heavy casualties in close combat with the enemy."
As the regiment commander, Fang Xuebing looked behind him and looked at the soldiers he had brought up with a look of heartache and guilt.
"It's my fault as the leader. I brought them from the North City to the South Border. I promised their families that I would bring them home, but..."
Fang Xuebing closed his eyes slightly, and two lines of tears fell from the corners of his eyes.
"Captain, we don't blame you! We willingly follow you into battle!"
"That's right, from the moment we signed up to follow you into battle, we were prepared to sacrifice ourselves!"
"Since ancient times, a true man has been buried in the mountains, wrapped in his horse's hide. This is the highest honor. Even if we go to the underworld, we will still be your soldiers, Captain!"
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Listening to the soldiers' words, Fang Xuebing opened his eyes with a fearless smile on his face.
"Alright! We were comrades in life, and we'll continue to be comrades in death!"
Fang Xuebing came back to his senses and looked at Song Zhanjin with a frown.
"Zhan Jin, weren't you exiled to the Gobi Desert with your father? How did you..."
He was startled and said sternly, "Who told you to come here? Go back! Go back right now!"
He roared and pushed Song Zhanjin to go back.
The ghost blocked their way and the soul-catching rope hooked tightly around Song Zhanjin's collarbone.
"Once dead, they are dead. How can there be a resurrection?"
As the ghost messenger exerted a little force, Song Zhanjin felt a sharp pain in his collarbone. He was forced to follow the ghost messenger forward, and kept walking until he saw the small bridge with no return.
There was a beautiful girl sitting by the bridge, pouring a cup of hot tea for every person crossing the bridge to wash away the dust and dirt of their suffering in the mortal world.
Fang Xuebing was extremely anxious.
"I used to work under your father. My ability to lead troops in battle and my excellent marksmanship were all taught by your father. I can't just watch you die!"
Fang Xuebing looked at the soul-binding rope that bound Song Zhanjin and said through gritted teeth, "Even if my soul shatters into pieces, I will send you back!"
A soldier came over and whispered, "I heard there's a ferry across the underworld. That's the only chance to return to the living world!"
"We'll get on the bridge later and try to get Zhan Jin onto the boat. Maybe we can send him back?"
A distant singing voice came into their ears. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a small boat slowly passing by on the long river full of red spider lilies.
The boatman was wearing a straw hat and singing a song in his heavy and weathered voice that no one could understand.
At this time, Song Zhanjin just walked onto the Naihe Bridge and stood in front of the young and beautiful Meng Po.
"Hey, weird, a living soul has arrived!"
There is a picture of the red spider lily between Meng Po's eyebrows, and her eyes are full of hope and her eyebrows are like a painting.
She tilted her head to look at Song Zhanjin, then looked at the long line behind Song Zhanjin, changed the pot, and poured out a bowl of sweet and strong wine from it.
"A hero deserves a farewell wine. You and your comrades deserve to drink the wine I brewed myself."
"Drink this bowl of wine, and your next life will be smooth sailing."
One soldier shouted, "I don't want an easy road. I was born a Chinese and will die a Chinese soul. In my next life, I will still be a Chinese and carry a gun to defend my country!"
Meng Po narrowed her eyes and looked at this group of passionate and talented young people, feeling filled with emotion.
"What a bunch of fools! When it comes to national prosperity, the power of an individual is insignificant. What can you change?"
Fang Xuebing said solemnly, "Small trickles converge to form an ocean. The power of an individual is insignificant, so let us unite... Brothers, attack!"
At his command, hundreds of soldiers rushed forward, howling, broke free from their restraints, and threw Song Zhanjin onto the lone boat that had just floated over.
"Zhanjin, live well!"
"Zhanjin, goodbye!"
"Zhan Jin, the country and the people are in your hands to protect!"
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