Ghost Punishment Platform was located deep within a black stone cliff on the edge of the Wilderness of Hell. Legend had it that during the era of the Monarch of Mount Tai, this place had been an execution ground for punishing the devils of Hell.

All those with sufficient rank and status who committed serious crimes would be escorted here for public execution.

With the disappearance of the last Monarch of Mount Tai, the Underworld saw a new dynasty. Among the Ten Yama Kings, there was one in charge of punishments, and this place was slowly abandoned, becoming sparsely populated due to its proximity to the Wilderness of Hell.

At this moment,

the earth shook and the mountains trembled here. This section of the cliff had already collapsed, burying everything.

"Thump!"

Feng Si'er threw aside the stones and pulled Cuihua'er, who was trapped underneath, out from the rubble.

Cuihua'er was crying, tears streaming down her face, having suffered great grievance.

"Are you alright?"

Feng Si'er sat down beside her, still somewhat shaken.

"Fourth Master, my little stove, my little clay pot, that jar of pickled sauerkraut I had prepared... it's all gone, all gone, waaaaaah..."

Hearing this,

Feng Si'er actually breathed a sigh of relief.

A moment later,

Cuihua'er seemed to realize something, and immediately got up, looking anxiously at the buried ruins ahead,

"Fourth Master, the door has collapsed."

"What door?"

"That door, you know?"

"I've never seen any door. You've eaten too much sauerkraut and are mistaken."

"Ah!"

Cuihua'er was stunned.

She always regarded Fourth Master's words as classic quotes,

so even with the ruins right in front of her, she was really considering whether eating too much sauerkraut could actually lead to intellectual disability.

Feng Si'er turned his head to look.

He knew that

beneath the rubble, in addition to the collapsed door, were two other guys who had come along.

Cuihua'er wouldn't leak secrets,

and those two were completely dead. The best thing about dead people was that they kept secrets.

He got up,

dusted off his clothes,

Feng Si'er looked up at the sky of Hell.

The blood moon,

was still hanging up there,

but it was much smaller than it used to be, now a mere crescent, yet brighter than it had been in the past.

"The wind is too strong, many people will have their backs broken."

………………

"No, no!"

Lawyer An screamed,

grabbing Xu Qinglang's shoulders with both hands and shaking him violently.

Then, seemingly still not satisfied,

he actually leaned in to kiss Xu Qinglang's face!

Men,

for example, on a soccer field, or on a battlefield,

might give each other a quick kiss in excitement,

it's not a big deal.

Xu Qinglang's eyes narrowed, and dense snake scales immediately covered his face!

"…………" Lawyer An!

Shuddered,

lowered his hand,

Lawyer An turned his head back dejectedly,

seemingly losing all interest at once,

and said calmly,

"The wind has stopped."

"But the fog hasn't cleared," Xu Qinglang said.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter."

Lawyer An pointed to the row of sparsely clothed soldiers that had appeared in front of them, saying:

"It's a success, the boss has succeeded."

As he spoke,

Lawyer An pointed to the surrounding fog,

"If the fog doesn't dissipate, we'll break through it!"

…………

In the Nujiang River, three large fish with golden light on their bodies floated to the surface, blowing bubbles.

As the laws of heaven and earth changed, few mountain gods, land gods, sea gods, river gods, and lake gods remained. Still, some had managed to slip through the net and were barely surviving.

In the Nujiang River basin, there were three large fish who had become spirits. They had no temple names or ancestral halls, but they had been active in this area for hundreds of years.

They did not communicate,

but their six fish eyes kept staring at the dark clouds rolling down in front of them.

Beneath the dark clouds,

was a mass of fog.

However,

from this perspective,

the rolling dark clouds looked like a huge murderer pressing down on the fog, frantically humping it,

driving the fog,

towards them.

The six fish eyes turned to look at each other,

They had seen many changes in the world, but this kind of yin and yang metaphysical affair,

to actually create such a spectacle,

were they really not afraid of divine thunder striking them down,

turning them into dust by the mighty power of heaven?

…………

"How has Old Sun been lately?"

"Not so good. His Alzheimer's symptoms are getting worse. He doesn't even recognize the caregiver who's been taking care of him for years now."

"Has the application for transferring him to another hospital been approved yet? Medical conditions and levels in big cities are much better than here, and they would be more effective for Old Sun's recovery and treatment."

"Probably not. Old Sun himself insisted on recuperating here."

"Let's do a routine physical examination first."

The doctor first squatted down and gently lifted the leg of the patient sitting in the wheelchair in front of him. When he pulled up the trouser leg, he saw the bumpy holes on it.

"Dr. Zhao, were these really left by leech bites?" the nurse next to him asked.

Dr. Zhao nodded, "The roots of the disease were left behind, so his legs and feet became weak when he got older. Hold this leg, and I'll continue the examination..."

"Okay."

The nurse had just squatted down,

when her body trembled,

because she saw Old Sun, who had been sitting motionless in the wheelchair,

slowly raise his right hand, aim it at the side of his temple, and give a military salute.

"Dr. Zhao, look at Old Sun."

"Hmm?"

Dr. Zhao looked up, also stunned for a moment, and immediately asked:

"Old Sun, can you hear me? I'm Little Zhao, your personal doctor, Old Sun?"

Old Sun just silently saluted,

his lips moving,

and two lines of cloudy tears dripped from his sunken eye sockets.

"What is Old Sun saying? Listen to him."

Dr. Zhao was a little excited and nervous. Patients are most afraid of such great joy and sorrow, which often has a serious impact on their physical condition, which is what people call "a final burst of glory."

The nurse immediately put her ear to Old Sun's mouth,

trying to listen,

but Old Sun was not a local. He had transferred here specifically for recuperation a few years ago. As a result, his voice was already difficult to distinguish, and coupled with his non-local accent, it was difficult for the nurse to hear clearly.

She could only vaguely repeat:

"Coming back... coming back... all... coming back..."

The next moment,

Old Sun's hand, which had been raised in salute, fell down,

and his head tilted to one side,

as if he had finally let go after holding on for so long.

"Start resuscitation immediately, quick, resuscitation!"

While the doctors and nurses in the ward were thrown into chaos by this sudden change,

it seemed that no one could see,

beside the wheelchair,

stood a young man less than twenty years old.

The young man was wearing a green military uniform,

with a military water bottle on his waist.

He was smiling, his smile was very warm,

and he was also crying, tears streaming down his face.

He looked at himself being sent to the hospital bed for resuscitation,

and looked at the doctors and nurses who had been taking care of him for several years,

silently bowed,

and then,

he walked out of the ward,

walking all the way,

without stopping,

walking all the time,

for a long, long time,

but he didn't feel tired at all.

He had walked that road more than seventy years ago,

and now,

this little bit of road,

really didn't matter.

After walking that road, the many bumps and disturbances in the second half of his life became fleeting clouds.

He walked for a long time, until he reached a high slope. He stood there, looking ahead,

slowly raising his hand,

saluting.

Everyone,

is coming back.

I finally,

waited for you,

together,

let's go.

…………

Yingying could only carefully follow her boss, watching him walk ahead expressionlessly, each step firm, as steady as the lead horse in a herd on the prairie.

And all around,

more and more figures were gathering,

They turned from souls into withered bones,

and from withered bones they developed flesh and blood.

Was it turning from the virtual to the real,

or had the boundary between reality and falsehood already been lost?

This could no longer be investigated.

Yingying only felt that, unknowingly,

she was surrounded by soldiers,

They were carrying guns,

They held their heads high,

The originally suppressed atmosphere,

was slowly being resolved at this time,

That kind of unwillingness,

That kind of anger,

That kind of humiliation,

were slowly dissipating, as if with the fog in front of them.

Yingying looked up,

She saw the sky,

beginning to rain.

"Go home!"

Zhou Ze shouted.

Next,

many people in the team cheered:

"Wa deng lai a!" (Taiwanese: We're here!)

"We're going home!" (Northeastern dialect)

"Hui ga liao o!" (Shanghai dialect: Going home!)

"We're going home!" (Henan dialect)

"We're going home!" (Jiangsu dialect)

"We're going back to our pot!" (Sichuan dialect)

"I'm going back home!" (Cantonese)

"I'm going home!" (Hunan dialect)

"Don't you see, Han Zhongjun, at a young age, tied up captives, requesting a long tassel,"

"Don't you see, Ban Dingyuan, lightly armed cavalry urged battle clouds in remote regions!"

"A man should value dangerous journeys, how can he let a scholar's hat ruin his life?"

"Moreover, the country is in danger like a pile of eggs, urgent messages are rushing without stopping!"

The military song was loud and clear.

More than seventy years ago, they died aggrieved in this Savage Mountain, desolate outside the borders of their country.

Seventy years later, their souls rose again, banners unfurled, going home!

The original air of decadence had disappeared. Everything seemed to have returned to the past, the grand occasion of gathering from all directions and crossing the border to go on an expedition.

More than a lifetime of bitter winds and cold rain had not extinguished the desire for their homeland in the hearts of the military souls. All the enthusiasm ignored the barriers and attrition of time, becoming more and more vibrant over time.

The fog was much lighter than before,

However,

in the fog,

vaguely visible were those black shadows constantly wandering and watching.

If the fog hadn't completely dispersed, they would still be there.

They were creatures of the fog, and hunting was their instinct. At this time, they were gathering together, slowly gathering to block the way forward.

"Go home!"

Zhou Ze started running,

behind him,

tens of thousands of military souls started running together,

Yingying could only run along with her boss.

She didn't know why, but at this moment, when she looked at her boss's back, she felt that her boss seemed to have changed a lot. As for where the change was, she couldn't say.

"Abandon my past pen, put on my wartime collar,"

"With one call, more than a hundred thousand comrades join the army, singing war songs together."

"Join the army together, cleanse the dust, vowing to sweep away the dwarf slaves regardless of our own safety!"

In the midst of the deafening and激昂 military song,

tens of thousands of awakened military souls,

turned into the most terrifying torrent,

rushing down towards the last line of defense in the fog,

and the dark clouds in the sky,

also pressed down fiercely at this time,

starting to frantically strangle the fog below!

"Boom!"

The fog dissipated,

The rain stopped,

The clouds cleared,

The sky cleared!