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A beautiful woman wearing a gray-blue dress was standing there.

The woman's facial features are rather gorgeous, her expression is very pale, and her eyes are almost lifeless indifference.Her long black hair is pulled up into a bun and hangs down naturally. She has a cold temperament and a sense of loneliness in her bones.

Seeing this woman, Zhou Shuning was shocked and couldn't recover for a long time.

The woman didn't look at them, but said calmly, "I'm not that bored, playing the trick of transforming into a living person. What I want to show you is this."

In the direction of her finger, a giant yellow python fell from a high place, its body glistening with blood and saliva.

"Retrospective technique." A slightly low and solemn voice sounded next to her. Zhou Shuning turned her head and realized that Ling Li was also staring at the woman with a complicated expression, "We have been tricked."

Zhou Shuning thought of something immediately, touched the back of his neck, and frowned.

Originally, her expression must have told people something, but Chu Lingli's attention was not on her at the moment.But when he pushed aside the crowd and approached the woman, suddenly the black mist rose from Zhou Shuning's body again, sweeping like a strong wind.

Chu Lingli saw it, but he hesitated and did not move.

Zhou Shuning also saw it, but didn't understand the hesitation.

He had no reason to help her, she understood.But the look in his eyes seemed like he couldn't let go of that woman, even though he knew that this moment was just an unchangeable past.

However, Lingli's hesitation lasted only a moment - after a moment, he turned his head and left without hesitation, leaving Zhou Shuning to be swallowed up by the black mist and disappear in place.

The sky was filled with black fog, covering the sky and the earth. Zhou Shuning felt that the world was spinning, and his consciousness was interrupted for a moment.

The body was swaying, like a boat in a bumpy boat, bumping around uncomfortably.The sound of gongs and drums reached his ears. Zhou Shuning opened his eyes suddenly and found that he was lying down, surrounded by darkness, and he was actually lying in a coffin!

Suddenly, the coffin fell heavily to the ground, and a loud shout of "Who is it?" was heard. There was a pinging and banging sound outside, like the sound of a conflict and fighting.

Zhou Shuning came back to her senses and secretly screamed in her heart. This scene inexplicably reminded her of a past event.

After a while, there was no movement outside.

With a "pop" sound, the coffin lid was lifted off, and the woman whom she had just seen lifted her out.

"Are you okay?" The other party asked with concern.

Zhou Shuning shook her head and found herself in a rock forest, surrounded by fallen trees and scattered branches. There were offerings everywhere and traces of a fight could be seen.

When he found that she was alone again and Chu Lingli was not around, he asked, "Where is Chu Lingli?"

"Chu Lingli?" The woman was slightly startled and looked her over, "Do you know Chu Lingli?"

Zhou Shuning paused and realized immediately that she and Chu Lingli were dispersed by the black mist.

"Oh, I've heard of it." She brought up the topic, "What's going on now?"

The woman looked at her deeply, without asking further questions, and said, "Hesu Village is not a place to stay for a long time. I see that you have no cultivation, so it is better to leave as soon as possible."

"I am the spirit envoy of the underworld, and this is my token." Zhou Shuning took out a hair rope from his pocket, shook it quickly, and then stuffed it back, not knowing who he was fooling.

The woman was speechless for two seconds, then said with a half-smile, "Then come with me."

It's not difficult to break backtracking spells.To be precise, this type of spell is not harmful. It is usually just an auxiliary spell to evoke the memory of the amnesiac, or to help the deceased re-travel through the past. Usually, you only need to follow the current plot. At the end of the story, the spell is broken.

But... the subjects being retraced often relive their experiences from a third perspective, unable to change anything, let alone communicate with their past selves. The current situation is indeed a bit weird.

Zhou Shu stared at the woman striding in front, his eyebrows darkened.

——Yes, this gorgeous and outstanding woman is her "self".To be precise, it was myself a hundred years ago.

Zhou Shuning roughly recalled the direction of this past - it should have been when she was just expelled from the temple. She was frustrated and suffocating, and wanted to do something big to prove herself. She happened to pass by Hesu Village and heard what the mountain god had done. The idea of ​​punishing evil and promoting good was born.

However, she was not alone at that time, there was also a younger brother...who she picked up casually.The younger brother has red lips and white teeth, and is very lovable.The village chief mistook him for a woman and drugged his food in an attempt to sacrifice him to the mountain god.She chased him all the way up the mountain to save him, which was very different from the current situation.

The only difference was that she seemed to have taken the younger brother's place.

"So many spirit envoys?"

Suddenly, a surprised voice interrupted Zhou Shuning's thoughts.Following the sound, I saw hundreds of spirit envoys standing in front of a huge stone forest, facing the stone forest with pious expressions.Wearing a uniform black cloak, holding a sickle, and wearing a craftsman badge.

This was the attire worn by the spirit envoys before the underworld’s divine power fell apart.It is indeed the appearance of the God of Death in myths and legends.It's just that most of them were humans when they were alive, and their images were not as scary as the rumors said.

Compared with the surprise of the other "self", Zhou Shuning was full of hesitation.

There is absolutely no such scene in her memory, so there is only one explanation...

An incredible guess suddenly flashed through Zhou Shuning's mind. She glanced at "herself" and said slowly, "The mountain god rules Hesu Village and requires the village to offer a woman's head every month. Otherwise, black water will flow out at night and every villager will die." One died...these soul-detaining envoys must have been trapped in the Dharma Body during the spirit-detaining process, and were forced to stay here."

The woman asked curiously, "So many soul-detaining envoys are trapped, doesn't the underworld know about it?"

Zhou Shuning smiled faintly and said, "You'll know when you go in and take a look."

Entering the previous Stonehenge from the Stone Forest, there is no interference from formations and mechanisms.In the empty valley, there is no evil spirit in the sky in the memory, only the long and distant sound of water dripping through the stone.

Suddenly, a dancing figure appeared in the center of Stonehenge.

Zhou Shuning's eyes narrowed and he suddenly turned his head to look at the woman.

The woman looked back and asked with a smile, "What's wrong?"

Zhou Shuning couldn't laugh anymore, "Is this an illusion?"

“How come you see?”

"Her." Zhou Shuning pointed to the dancing figure.It wasn't Hu Yao, but Xun Ji. Her tone was a little dry, "You shouldn't be here."

However, the moment she pointed her finger at Xun Ji, a cold light suddenly fell down and wiped Xun Ji's neck on the spot.

Blood splattered and stained the stone pillars.

Even though she knew it was an illusion, Zhou Shuning still felt nervous and subconsciously shouted——

"Xiaoji!"

With this sound, the sky suddenly darkened.A sinister laugh suddenly sounded in her ears, with an unpredictable tone.

"It's really you, sister."

As soon as the words fell, Zhou Shuning was knocked unconscious.

When she woke up again, she found that she had been buried alive again.

And he was lying in a coffin.