Chapter 1323: Life doubt (31)

The source of the unusual black and white breath was found. In addition to the current situation of the dragon mother, and she needed to rest, Yang Zimei decided to go back temporarily and wait to see the situation at dawn.
A few of them just wanted to leave, and suddenly they saw someone walking on the other side mechanically. In the hazy moonlight, they looked pale.
I saw him walking straight all the way, directly into the lotus lake, half of the body into the mud.
But he kept walking forward until he reached the place where the dead body was densely covered in the center of the lotus lake, then lay down and sank.
"How is this going?"
Yang Zimei looked at Xuehu in doubt, "Is he trying to die for himself?"
"It wasn't his own death, but he was dead."
Snow Lake replied.
Yang Zimei's heart sank.
It is probably one of those poisoned.
It seems that the dead bodies sinking in the lotus lake are like this.
Yang Zimei opened his eyes to the center of the lake, and saw a soul wandering aimlessly on the surface of the lake, as if looking for something, but couldn't find it, it was tangled.
Yang Zimei looked at the censer-like object in his hand.
Presumably looking for this.
She jumped into the lotus pond, walked to the soul, and after seeing it clearly, she was surprised to find that this soul was actually the old man she met today.
I didn't expect him to die now.
The old man also saw her.
Because of his first death, he may not have realized that he was dead. He saw Yang Zimei and was surprised to say, "Girl, you are here, too."
"Brother."
Yang Zimei called out, "What are you doing here?"
The old man looked around at the lotus, "I don't know, I just want to go around here, hey, it's amazing, I can walk on the lotus, I don't know if I dream or what happened."
"It's not dreaming, but you're dead, old man."
Yang Zimei had to say this cruel thing.
If a ghost doesn't wake up and doesn't realize he is dead, he won't get a new life.
"I am dead?"
The old man looked at her in disbelief. "Girl, aren't you kidding me? Why am I dying? Am I not alive?"
Yang Zimei took him to the place where the body had just sunk.
His body had not completely sunk into the mud, and his face was clearly visible.
The uncle's soul looked at his body, shivering in disbelief, reached out and touched his own soul, and found himself in a state of nothingness.
Then he realized that he was really dead.
"How could I die? How could I die? My body is obviously still good. Impossible, this must be a dream, it must be a dream!"
The old man's soul was constantly thinking.
"Brother, accept this fact! Being old, sick and dying is human nature. It is a blessing for you to unknowingly die without all kinds of diseases."
Yang Zimei comforted him.
"I ... I haven't lived enough, and I haven't told my wife's sons, I'm dead now, how can I do that?"
The old man was talking, suddenly looking fiercely at Yang Zimei, "Will you not kill me?"
Yang Zimei smiled bitterly. "Brother, I have no injustice with you, how could I harm you?"
"You didn't hurt me, why did you throw my body here?"
The uncle's soul stretched out his hands excitedly, trying to choke Yang Zimei's neck.