in addition.

The world of Immortal Qin is just a transit point for Zhang Heng.

His future must be in the earthly and celestial realms.

Now the earthly immortal is in hand, and the heavenly immortal is in sight.

If you become an immortal in your dream, then you can make up for it in reality.

Can the fairyland be far away?

If a person has no long-term worries, he must have immediate worries.

The Six Kingdoms are the enemies of Ying Zheng, the enemies of Hua Rou, and the enemies of Xian Qin.

But it's not his.

Zhang Heng's only enemy is himself, and he is a person who never slacks off.

What a spring day.

It's better to have a dream.

Zhang Heng explained one thing or two and fell asleep.

previous years.

Ancestor Chen Tuan, the Sleeping Immortal, should be the same.

...

So stiff.

So stiff.

Open your eyes.

Zhang Heng felt darkness in front of his eyes and an indescribable stiffness all over his body.

What's going on?

I was in a state of trance this time, and my true spirit descended into the world. Could it be that it landed in a vegetative state, or on someone who was seriously ill?

Organize your memory again.

His mind went blank, and the original body left nothing for him.

"Something's wrong."

Zhang Heng raised his hand with difficulty.

After touching it, I found that there were wooden boards all over the place, including the top of the head and the feet. It looked like he was lying in a box.

Box??

Zhang Heng touched it again.

Underneath her body was a soft quilt and something that felt cool to the touch, like a gold ingot.

The more I think about it, the more wrong it becomes.

Is this a coffin?

"open!"

The power of the immortal soul bursts out.

Break the dilemma directly.

Enter the eyes.

This is a living room, and it's an old courtyard like in the countryside.

Look both ways.

There is a black cloth hanging on the wall with the words "Denial" written on it.

To the left and right of the word "Dian" stands a paper figure.

The paper figures have painted eyebrows, red lips and red cheeks. If an ordinary person were to look at them for a while, they would feel horrified.

Fortunately.

Zhang Heng is not an ordinary person.

Back then, under the training of Xu Zhenren, I slept in a coffin with my brothers and sisters in the Yi Zhuang. Corpse insects crawled into my mouth, just like eating peanuts, which was called delicious.

Seeing the wreaths and paper figures, he just thought he had gone home.

"Paper man."

"Soul house."

"I'm lying in a coffin?"

Zhang Heng looked to the left and right.

The coffin was covered with a thick yellow quilt, and there were silver ingots placed beside it.

Look at your hands again.

He looks too old to look good. Could it be that the true spirit fell on a dying old man this time?

With this kind of doubt.

Zhang Heng walked out of the coffin.

Enter the eyes.

The coffin was suspended on a wooden bench.

Under the coffin, there are braziers, burning paper, fruit candles, spiritual tablets, and a black and white photo frame.

Zhang Heng picked up the spiritual tablet and looked at it.

It says: 'The position of clan uncle Zhang Heng.'

"The name is not bad."

Zhang Heng uses dreams to summon spirits.

It's not that there are no taboos, but the host that was descended has a deep relationship with him to a certain extent, which is equivalent to himself in other worlds.

So when he saw the name on the spiritual tablet, Zhang Heng knew that there was nothing wrong with this spiritual summons.

However, the original body is really too old.

Look at the picture frame.

In the black and white photo frame is a thin old man with white hair, wearing a Chinese tunic suit.

Not to mention, the old man in the photo frame looks very close to Zhang Heng himself.

You can vaguely see that maybe this is what he will look like when he gets older.

"There are lights and fans."

"It looks like it should be modern, or modern."

"My predecessor was probably a lonely old man. Even his spiritual position was obtained by his great-nephew in the clan."

"It's just strange. Since the mourning hall has been decorated, why is there no one around?"

"Even if you are a lonely old man and there is no one to mourn, you still need someone to burn paper."

Zhang Heng looked into the paper cone.

No one was burning paper, the paper money was left untouched, and the candles were not even lit.

"Are you busy fighting for the family property left by your predecessor?"

With doubts, Zhang Heng pushed the door open and went out.

Enter the eyes.

There is a pretty big yard outside.

In the courtyard, there are four rows of tables, a total of twelve.

On the table, there were snacks and melon seeds, but nothing else.

Because there is no memory of the previous life.

Zhang Heng looked confused by all this.

I'm just guessing that my predecessor was a lonely old man with no children.

I felt that I was going to die, so I dealt with the loss for myself and bought a coffin to lie in in advance.

Then at the moment of dying, Zhang Heng's true spirit descended into the world and reversed life and death.

"Red Moon?"

Zhang Heng looked at the sky.
To be continued...