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Chapter 104 Master’s Handwriting

A wind lantern floats faintly on the top of life and death, looking for the returning half-wisp of a lonely soul.

After the soul-inducing lamp was turned on, the living people could no longer see Mo Ran. He seemed to have become half a ghost, walking all over the bluestone steps and corridors and terraces, Zhang watched.

Red Lotus Waterside Pavilion, Shuangtian Palace, Sansheng Terrace...

I've been everywhere, but I can't see him.

Mo Ran couldn't help but wonder, could it be that the master was exhausted during his lifetime and would never want to see him again after his death?

This thought made him feel like he was falling into an ice cave. His feet became more and more anxious. The hem of his clothes brushed the weeds. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a person standing on the bridge of Naihe. It was clear, cold, and miserable. His palms were sweating instantly, and his heart was like a drum. He hurried to that person. People ran away.

"Master——"

What turned back was an unknown soul, probably the disciple who died in the crack in the sky. Half of his face was turned aside, full of blood, and he looked at the ink in confusion.

"...I'm sorry, I admitted my mistake." Mo Ran murmured and hurried past him. The dead soul lost his mind and just stared at the ink burning in front of him. He did not make any move. The white body of the corpse was frozen in place, like a silkworm shed left in the world.

The ink can't help but feel tighter.

What if the master's human soul becomes a walking corpse like his? Even if you find him, can you keep him until dawn?

The iron horse in my heart was rushing through it, and my steps were getting faster and faster.

Raising his eyes, he suddenly realized that he had reached the door of Meng Potang without knowing when.

Mo Ran thought in his heart that the master is not obsessed with food on weekdays. After he returns to his soul, he will not go to this cooking place.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he heard a gentle sigh from Meng Potang.

The sound was very thin, but it was like a thunder blast in Mo Ran's head.

He almost staggered through the door and entered, tremblingly raising the soul-inducing lamp in his hand. The light of the soul lamp was like the rising sun, warm but faint, illuminating a silhouette in white clothes.

The knuckles were so white that the nails almost went into the palms of the hands.

Mo Ran murmured: "Master..."

Chu Wanning's half-hearted soul stood alone in the huge kitchen. The figure is a little faded, like ink marks that have faded over time, but it is his appearance.

He was wearing the same foggy white clothes he wore when he died, and the corners of his clothes were stained with large blood stains, which was extremely sad. As a result, his skin was extremely pale and smoke-like in color. It seemed that just a gust of wind would dissipate his soul. .

Mo Ran held the lamp and looked at the mirror flowers and water moon in front of him.

He wanted to go faster but was afraid of being late, so he left.

I want to walk slower, but I am afraid that if I rush, my dream will be shattered.

Thoughts were swirling around him, but his eyes couldn't help but turn slightly red, and a lot of guilt surged into his heart. He just felt that he owed him, and stood near him, feeling ashamed.

The lantern swayed gently.

As I got closer, I saw that he was busy, seemed a little anxious, and so clumsy.

What is Chu Wanning doing?

He came behind him, originally wanting to help the poor soul, but when he saw the scene in front of him, he felt as if he was struck by thunder. After the huge fear dissipated, a burst of pain suddenly opened his bloody mouth, and fiercely opened his bloody mouth. Biting his neck hard.

Mo Ran suddenly took two steps back and shook his head slowly, but he couldn't say a word.

At this moment, even if you pierce your chest with an awl and rip out your heart, along with the blood vessels and broken flesh, it won't hurt any more.

He saw Chu Wanning's hands, which were dragged over more than 3,000 steps before his death. The hands, which had already been torn and bloody, were slowly rubbing on the table.

On the table, there are flour, seasonings, and stuffing meat.

There is boiling water in a pot next to it. The water has already boiled. Chu Wanning, a fool, doesn't know how to put out the fire weaker. The mist of water makes everything around him very blurry...

Or maybe it's not the steam that blurs the eyes of the spectators, but the burning of the ink that makes his own eyes moist.

Chu Wanning's wisp of human soul was slowly squeezing the hand skin. He had a pair of extremely dexterous hands. The magic weapon came from under his slender fingers, and the boundless barrier started from between his palms.

But now the hands were in dilapidated condition, trembling slightly, and they were carefully wrapping one round hand after another.

"..."

Mo Ran suddenly raised his arms and tried his best to wipe his red eyes, but still couldn't say a word.

Chu Wanning turned his back to him, and it seemed that he finally remembered that the water in the pot had been boiling for too long, and he was afraid that it would dry up if he didn't care about it anymore, so he looked for the pot again.

He rubbed it.

Yes, he was stroking.

Mo Ran finally came back to his senses from the pain that could drown him. He walked quickly and walked around the master.

He saw clearly.

After the three souls are separated, each of them will be missing something. Or memory, or sanity, or flesh and blood.

But this human soul returning from the underworld has lost part of its perception.

Chu Wanning, who returned from the underworld, had blurry eyes and his hearing didn't seem to be that good. He knocked something off and couldn't even tell where it fell. But even so, he still worked hard to make this ordinary bowl of hand-cooked food. As if this was his favorite thing to do in life, he could get a moment of tenderness in this blur of water vapor.

Mo Ran looked at it, feeling heartbroken, feeling dizzy, unable to think for a moment, just

He stood frozen in place, looking at everything in front of him.

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