Who is calling...

Close your eyes and feel the surrounding world with your heart. The space becomes dark little by little, and your whole body is buried in the darkness. A road that doesn’t know where to go is slowly spread out. The road is filled with light, and countless fireflies are jumping on it. Both sides of the road are like a lake, reflecting shadows.

After a while, the fireflies finally lost their balance and fell on the water, causing ripples.

Where is this...

Why am I here...

who I am?

Gradually, at the beginning of the road, Zhuge Yun looked into the distance, and many pictures that had never been seen appeared in his mind. They were memories. These memories that did not belong to me occupied the depths of his brain and forced to squeeze out everything he had originally had.

This is... Zhuge Jin's experience during his lifetime.

With a bang, the picture shattered, and another firefly fell under the water, losing its light, and new memories appeared in my mind again.

Zhuge Yun murmured to himself, "Zhuge Dan..."

The picture shattered again, and countless fireflies fell one after another. The light of this space and this road suddenly dropped, and his memories had just begun.

Zhuge Qiao...

Zhuge Liang

Zhuge Jun

Zhuge Mingde

From the first generation to the second generation to dozens of generations thousands of years later.

After a long time, until all the fireflies disappeared, Zhuge Yun appeared at the end of the road without realizing it. He opened his eyes and stepped on the water flowing under his feet, and the sound flowed in the distance, endlessly.

The soul of a clan turns into dust and creates fireflies.

He remembered it, turned around and looked at the starting point, looking down at the water surface, the insects were destroyed and the light was extinguished. He wanted to return to the light, gather the soul and escape from the space, only by awakening the soul with the blood of the clan members and handing over the token can he be perfect.

Simply put, a person will become a soul after death. The soul needs faith. The faith comes from the clan members. If one day the descendants forget, or the name is not mentioned, the soul will slowly disappear over the years, commonly known as the soul scattered.

Therefore, there is no saying that a person has reincarnated after his death, the soul is still just the soul.

At the end, there was a huge stone tablet with neat names written on it. From Zhuge Jin and Zhuge Liang one by one, there were as many as a thousand. However, the last name actually made him numb.

"Zhuge Jun..."

"Dad?"

Zhuge Yun opened his mouth and couldn't believe it. As his low voice called, the name seemed to flash. A firefly rose slowly from the darkness and floated around him, and finally fell on the former's head, as if he was stroking it.

He wet his eyes. He used his mind to control the system. During the task, he said that he needed to drip blood. Zhuge Yun stretched out a finger and put it beside his mouth and took it hard. He felt a little pain. Then he squeezed out a few drops of blood while pinching the wound and gently tapped on the tombstone.

The fireflies saw it and flew back to the sky. In an instant, many names on the tombstone shone with luster, and the strong light stings in their eyes.

The quiet water surface was rippling, and round light shot out from the water surface. When you go down, you will see the fireflies immersed in the water recovering their light. One by one, two by three, floated onto the water shore and appeared in the air. The road disappeared, and replaced by a bridge.

At the break of the bridge, there seemed to be a light and shadow standing, which brought my eyes close. I saw the man holding a feather fan, his long hair was casually dispersed, wearing plain clothes, looking at him kindly.

Zhuge Yun did not dare to disrespect, so he walked towards him and knelt down: "Zhuge Yun, the descendant of the 999th generation, pays homage to Zhuge Kongming's ancestor."

Zhuge Kong smiled and waved his feather fan lightly. A warm wind came, and Zhuge Yun got up without any force. The old man who was powerful a thousand years ago stretched out his left hand and said nothing.

Zhuge Yun knew that he was asking for the token from him, but he had no idea what the token was, which was embarrassing.

outside world.

A group of people surrounded Zhuge Yun and pointed at him. The latter was kneeling in front of a stone, about a hundred meters away from Zhuge Kongming's cemetery. His eyes were closed and motionless, leaving the security guards on both sides to keep it still.

"Which young man is this? It's so rude. Do something trick in front of someone else's cemetery?"

"Call a few more security guards over. If so many people can't pull them up, it's useless to lose your abs."

"No, no, I have to go to the cemetery to worship. It's so evil."

In the live broadcast room, hundreds of thousands of viewers were stunned.

"What Brother Yun wants to do? Are you doing something?"

"I calculated with my fingers, but I didn't think it was too rough."

"My mother, you've been infected. There are monsters and monsters that are rampant in broad daylight. It's impossible. Brother Yun should have many magic weapons to ward off evil spirits."

"Look at it again. Do you think it was Brother Yun's ancestor Zhuge Liang who asked him to go down to chat?"

"Hey, get out of here, scare people!"

The two security guards tried hard to buy strength, and they were sweating profusely and didn't pull him up. One of the security guards let go: "No, no, this guy is too heavy. Go and find a few more people."

"Okay." The man agreed and turned his head and ran towards the security room.

"I don't believe it today and can't help you!"

After a while, four or five strong men were quickly called over there, carrying ropes, and tied them directly to Zhuge Yun's body. Six or seven people worked together to pull them out like tug of war, completely ignoring the rope marks strapped by the latter.

A shallow mark was drawn on the ground, accompanied by deep footprints. Six or seven people dragged the rope and pulled it back hard. They thought they were successful, but in fact, the rope was just falling off due to sweating in the palm of their hands.

Six or seven people were hurting their hands, but they had no choice but to give up the rope. They all slipped and fell to their noses and faces.

Zhuge Yun's body still did not move.

Live room: "…"

Onlookers: "…"

security guard:"……"

"6666, I won't help you, even if I don't help you."

"Hahahaha, my breasts hurt so much that I laughed, both of them hurt…"

"I'm just impressed by the ones upstairs."

"How could a few little security guards be able to pull it? Brother Yun punched the zombies, he must have a foundation."

The security guards were confused, look at me and I look at you, and then God looked at Zhuge Kongming's cemetery simultaneously, a hint of chill rose behind him, and said in unison: "Has the spirit appeared?"

"Run!"

I don’t know who called me, but a group of security guards actually fled, leaving behind a group of onlookers. They could not keep them and left silently. It is very likely that Zhuge Kong was obviously spiritual!

In the bright space, Zhuge Kongming stared at him kindly, his left hand posture remained unchanged, and there was obviously no spiritual intelligence.

Zhuge Yun sat cross-legged on the ground, dragging his chin to think about what the token was. What kind of token he had given Huang Zhong, and I had never stole Huang Zhong's tomb. Can you skip the task and let me find Huang Zhong's tomb?

Annoying, really annoying.

It's almost done, but it's stuck here.

Seeing that the system was only ten minutes left, Zhuge Yun was even more panicked.
Chapter completed!