The first rooster crowed, and the little black bird spread its wings.

However, this time, the little black bird did not fly away directly, but circled three times in front of the stone house, but landed on Amu's shoulder again.

The black bird's little head rubbed Amu's neck, and gently pecked Amu's cheek with his small beak.

zuihou, the little black bird turned into a black light, almost staggered with the rising red sun.

The abnormality of the little black bird made Amu have an extremely unpleasant premonition.

Everything was fine last night! It's just that the hour feels shorter. The little black bird's actions were like Zuihou's farewell. Amu's mood was a little depressed, and his head was a little swollen.

July 15, at noon.

Suddenly, the sea was windy, with waves and occasional big waves. The clouds piled up on the horizon, and it seemed that the sky was about to change, and many people in the village hurried to the beach, collecting sundries and fishing nets, and reinforcing the docked boats.

Amu also ran to the beach and helped the big guy strengthen the big ship, so that the storm would not come and take the boat away.

The weather at the beach is changeable, sunny for several days, and it is normal for this weather to occur occasionally.

In Mengjia Village, not many people care.

Everyone was almost busy, but Amu was the only one who looked at the clouds that kept gathering in the eastern sky.

In Amu's eyes, there were dead breaths in the clouds. It wasn't an ordinary dark cloud, it was a ghost cloud. Inside, there seemed to be countless souls struggling.

"Amu, the sea breeze is coming! Go back!" the third uncle shouted as he looked at Amu.

"Hmm!" Amu retracted his gaze, nodded, didn't say anything more, and then turned back to the village.

My head is still swollen, and my head hurts during the day these days! Amu didn't go anywhere, and went straight back to his stone house.

When the sea breeze is coming, the people in Mengjia Village generally hide at home, which is relatively safe.

Amu is not afraid of the sea breeze, but there is nothing to do. In the past two days, my mood was relatively low, so I had to be sullen alone in the house.

The sea breeze howled, and the heavens and the earth changed color.

The day became really fast, but in a moment, a thick black cloud covered the entire void. In the afternoon, it's like late at night.

Bitter Sea, Great Mountain!

The small Mengjia Village is so small.

Lightning flashed and thundered, and heavy rain poured.

It was a great storm, and it was the first time in the seven years that Amu had woken up.

Inside the stone house, Amu lit the lamp. Even if the doors and windows were closed, Amu could feel how fierce the storm was outside.

The raging wind seems to be catharsis from above. The pouring rain was like countless tears of sorrow.

Although the storm was big, I didn't expect that with this storm, Amu's mood actually calmed down a little, and his headache was reduced a lot.

It seems that this storm is the catharsis of his heart.

It took more than an hour for the storm to pass. The sky was clear, but in the air, there was a strong salty smell of seawater.

Mengjia Village is on higher ground, but there is no standing water. The rain flowed down the path to the sea.

At this time, the children all ran out and were laughing. After the storm, although some things were damaged, and even two small boats were overturned by the strong wind, it gave people a sense of repression and release.

Amu also came out of the house and took a deep breath. After the storm passed, his mood calmed down a bit, and his head didn't hurt so much.

Today is Halloween, and at this time, many people in Mengjia Village began to display the requiem lanterns to be put at night.

This is the custom of Mengjia Village, on the 15th day of the seventh month, to put a requiem lamp on the sea to comfort and pay tribute to those who died.

Most of the requiem lamps in Mengjia Village are white paper boats carrying oil lamps on them. Put these boats into the sea, let them go with the waves, zuihou sink into the sea, to comfort the souls buried at sea.

Amu also prepared some requiem lamps two days ago, a total of 7749 lamps. Amu didn't know Weishenme, he had to make this number of requiem lamps, but it was an inexplicable emotion that drove him.

Perhaps, it's just because seven seven and forty-nine is a reincarnation number.

At dusk, on the seaside, there are many people.

Amu personally put those requiem lamps into the sea one by one, and watched them go with the waves, ups and downs.

Seventy-seven and forty-nine lamps made Amu can't help but think of everyone who died in the seven years since he woke up in Mengjia Village.

Three months after Amu woke up, the first person died in Mengjia Village.

The old man of Uncle Meng's family, he is a very kind old man who likes to smoke hookah, Amu always feels like the old man of Liu Zhenliu family, he is ninety years old, and he is dead of old age.

The second one who died was a teenager. The boy's face was always a little pale, and he looked unhealthy all the time. Amu died half a year after waking up. That young man is like the nephew of Liu Qige in Liu Town.

The third one who died was a young woman. died in childbirth, and died in the same way as the proprietress of the grocery store in Liuzhen.

Fourth, fifth, sixth,......

The forty-nine requiem lamps disappeared from the sea one after another. Amu recalls everyone who died in Mengjia Village!

Requiem! Amu thought silently in his heart. Whether it is the people of Liuzhen or Mengjia Village, Amu hopes that their souls will be happy and safe.

Life and death may be two different forms of human existence.

When the forty-eighth requiem lamp also disappeared on the surface of the sea. Amu finally stopped remembering, because there was no forty-ninth person yet.

On the beach, there are still many people, all staring at the requiem lamp they have released, thinking about the deceased, and low cries. The closest ones are the Zhuzi family and the second brother Meng's family, and the two families not only put requiem lamps, but also scattered a large amount of paper money.

The peace of the living is a consolation to the dead, and the rest of the dead is not the happiness of the living!

Amu thought about life and death, but at this moment, his head suddenly hurt again.

Immediately, I saw that under the moonlit night, in the requiem lamplight, from the eastern void of the bitter sea, three figures suddenly flew in.

"Monk?" Amu was stunned for a moment, and the three of them came against the wind, and the speed was extremely fast.

"The people of Xixuan Palace?" Amu thought of this for the first time, and after two days of stability, the Xixuan Palace finally came. Except for the people of Xixuan Palace, Mengjia Village has never been to others.

In an instant, the three of them arrived in the sky above Mengjia Village.

When the people of Mengjia Village saw such a battle, they were a little stupid. However, at this time, they already had the concept of monks, and they knew that those who came were not good, and those who were good did not come.

These three monks must have come to avenge the two Taoist priests two days ago.

The three figures fell into the void and stood by the sea.

Looking at the appearance of the three people, it surprised all the people in Mengjia Village, and Amu raised his eyebrows.

"How is that possible?"

Three monks, two men and one woman.

The two male cultivators were both dressed as Taoist priests, but they were none other than the two Taoist priests who had come two days ago, one fat and one thin, not bad at all.

Isn't that fat Taoist priest dead? Why is it here again?

Didn't that thin Taoist priest have a broken arm?

The people of Mengjia Village were amazed. Such a thing, they themselves simply can't explain it.

No, they are truly the embodiment of the sea, immortal and immortal.

Amu was also frowning at this time, among the spells he knew, he really hadn't heard of any spell that was so powerful that Liliang could come back from the dead.

Having said that, if you can perform such a great technique, how can it be a beginner to the ninth order?

Amu can't explain all this. However, these are not the focus of Amu.

At this time, Amu's eyes were fixed on the female cultivator among the three people.

The female cultivator, tall and slender, dressed in purple, hunted and rolled. But she wore an extremely vague mask on her face, and she couldn't see her true face.

I don't know weishenme, when Amu saw the woman in purple, it was suddenly like countless steel needles pierced into his mind.

"Hmm!" Amu covered his head and almost fell, and the pain made Amu's forehead sweat cold.

Second Brother Meng next to him helped him.

"Amu, what's wrong?"

Amu took a deep breath, but fortunately, the pain was fleeting. Amu slowly straightened up, but that moment just now made Amu's heart palpitate. It felt like a high-level monk's divine attack.

"Hehe, stinky boy, I'm afraid! That day, Dao Ye and I were careless about your Dao for a while, but, Dao Ye I will not die or die, today Dao Ye is looking for a place! Acquaintance, kneel down and kowtow to me three times, spare you from death!" It was the fat Taoist priest who spoke, and he had a face that day.

His appearance was still a little vague in Amu's opinion, and his cultivation was actually only a beginner to the ninth order. Amu just doesn't understand, why did this fat Taoist priest live when he died under his dagger?

"That's right! Today, the Taoist masters are here on Halloween, so if they can't do it, I'll give you a ride. The thin Taoist priest also shouted.

"Who are you?" Ah Mu calmed down at this time, ignoring the two Taoist priests, but looking at the purple-clothed ghost-faced woman. This woman in purple, Amu seems to be familiar, but he can't remember who she is or where he has seen her.

Just looking at the purple-clothed ghost-faced woman, Amu's mind seemed to be about to crack.

"Me?" the purple-clothed ghost-faced woman sneered, "I am the messenger of hell, harvesting your lives!"