A small boat, like an arrow leaving the string, left the shore.

The tower door was wide open, and ghosts and ghosts, like the cold smoke of the arctic, came across the water overwhelmingly. Those twisted and terrifying pale figures emerged from the water, and rushed toward the stern of the ship with their teeth and claws, as if resenting that all the creatures on the ship could leave this place.

Mu Xue was forced to stay in the center of the ship by everyone. She looked out through the gap. Outside the open tower door, above the billowing ghosts, stood a lonely white figure.

The man was wearing a tall hat and long black hair. He was silently looking at her in the tower.

Finally, he suddenly raised his hand and made a closing movement.

The pale figures clinging to the stern of the boat, howling and screaming as they tried to climb up, stopped and receded one by one like the tide.

It was grand and mighty when it came, but it was silent when it retreated.

Sailing on black water, the boat passes without leaving a trace.

A small boat sailed higher and higher around the inner wall of the secluded tower where the stars were moving, and gradually seemed to escape from the tower and sail into the bright sky with bright stars.

The boat seems to be sailing in the sky, and on the top of the pagoda, one can look at the vastness of the sky.

It's also like walking on the water, the water mirror is long, the stars are reflected, and you don't know where the mountains and rivers are under your feet.

"This is the Wangchuan River. The souls who have put aside their worries can enter the reincarnation through the Wangchuan River and return to the human world." Miao Hong'er took Mu Xue's little hand and pointed it to her, "Look over there."

Countless small boats came from nowhere, carrying bits of light, and swam leisurely past Mu Xue and others.

Mu Xue stretched out her head and looked around to see the soul boat carrying the dead souls passing by.

Her eyes suddenly opened wide and she stood up.

On a small boat, there was a woman standing on the bow, wearing a woolen shawl, with gentle eyebrows. As the boat passed by, she smiled and waved gently to Mu Xue.

Among the thousands of boats, there is a vaguely familiar figure in the distance. Those companions who once studied in the same profession, fought and resented each other, joined hands to help each other, and felt regretful that they were left behind along the way.

"Let's go, Xiaoxue." Some of them waved shakingly to Mu Xue.

A little girl without her front teeth was sitting on a small boat, waving her little arms desperately at Miao Hong'er, "Sister, remember to eat well. You must eat well."

Miao Hong'er smiled with red eyes.

An old woman with gray hair and a stooped back sat on the bow of the boat and crossed the water leisurely, carrying a basket of oranges.

She bent over, peeled the orange in her hand slowly, took out the pulp inside, and made a small lamp.

He lit the small lamp and placed it on the mirror-like water surface. He pushed it gently with his wrinkled hand, and the orange-red lamp slowly floated over and landed in Uncle Zhong's hand.

As the boats passed by each other, the pale hair gradually turned black, and the wrinkled skin returned to the smoothness of girlhood. I don’t know when the elderly wife became the same as when they first met, smiling and waving goodbye to her husband.

Uncle Zhong held the small orange lantern and watched the boat go away, with tears streaming down his face.

Those who feel sad are just saying goodbye.
Chapter completed!