Qin Ye’s life is divided into three parts.

The first part is that before eating Tai Sui, the war in the whole country was in dire straits. He lived in a day when he could not eat enough to keep his body covered.

Every day is despair, awakening from hunger, and falling asleep from hunger. Every day wakes up, a new despair begins. Until he eats Tai Sui.

The second part is that after eating Tai Sui, before meeting Meng Po.

He was very happy. He was maintained by people of all identities - because he looked smart and very good-looking. He was a pork that was not filled with water, and everyone rushed to ask for it.

Although most of the time, he had to leave after being adopted for four or five years. However, it was at least much better than during the War of Resistance Against Japan.

After the national monitoring system was implemented, he never dared to do such things again. He opened a coffin shop based on the accumulated money and the characteristics of his own being able to see the ghost. Although the money was not much, it was at least acceptable. During this period, he traveled to various universities.

The third part is from the time of obtaining the seal of Yama to the present.

Without waiting, his personality and temper have completely changed. If he saw himself now, he would probably just laugh it off.

Maturity comes at a price. The skin of the past, the laughter and scolding of the past have become a piece of writing, but now it is already the clouds of the past.

Now he is forcing himself to be cautious in his words and actions. Hundreds of millions of ghosts across the country have to act according to his expression. If he doesn't do this, he will not be able to suppress the monsters and monsters below. If he doesn't do this, he will be considered frivolous and disrespectful by other gods of death in the underworld.

Who is right and who is wrong?

No answer.

He knew that his personality was much colder now. If he met the female ghost of the Wang family or the corpse in the refrigerator, he would probably not be sympathetic to the other party at all, but just caught the evil ghost and left.

He thought his state of mind was strong enough. However, he did not expect that when he heard this sentence, the deep feelings in his heart rushed out like a dam breaking.

He suddenly opened his eyes.

The place to see is the yellow mud house. The walls are covered with cracks, and I don’t know how many years of wind and rain have been experiencing.

There was almost no furniture in the house, and the bed was so painful that it was made of a few pieces of wood, and a so-called "bed" with wooden boards on it. A layer of straw was cushioned and the color was not clear. Apart from these, there was only one table in the house, and there was even no chair.

Too familiar...

At this moment, his eyes turned red.

I thought I would never remember it again.

I thought I would never see it again.

However... I just buried my memory deep, and when there was a trace of autumn wind blowing a little fallen leaves floating above, the thoughts below spread like wild grass.

He was even a little scared. His Adam's apple moved several times before turning his head and looking at the old man in front of the bed.

The old man is very old, thin and very dry.

He was wearing a dress that was also invisible to see the color, and had several large holes broken, but no patches were made. His face was full of wrinkles, which were traces of time. These wrinkles seemed to be cracks, trying to tear open his dry and cracked body.

This is a candle.

It lights up others and shines on yourself, but now it is only less than an inch left.

He held a bowl tremblingly, and it even made people think it was water, so clear that it could count the rice grains below. There were a few pieces of weeds floating. He was so hungry that he was pressing his chest against his back, but he stubbornly held the bowl and delivered it to his grandson.

"Good boy... Come on, take a sip while it's hot. Be good..."

Qin Ye's tears burst out in his eyes instantly.

He didn't know how long he hadn't shed tears. He couldn't control it at this moment.

If it were the past, he would have pounced on his grandfather and cried loudly in the other party's shriveled but wide chest. But now he was just crying silently and holding those old hands.

"Grandpa, I'm not hungry. You eat."

"Goodan will feel sorry for others." Grandpa smiled and touched his head: "Grandpa is not hungry either. You are growing up, so eat more."

"I'm really not hungry." Qin Ye wiped his tears: "If you don't eat, it would be a waste."

"Then I'll eat later." Grandpa put the bowl on the table. At this moment, time seemed to have stopped.

Brush... Everything in front of you turned into yin energy and dissipated in the air at the same time.

In front of him, there was no grandpa, no earthen house, only a piece of darkness.

He stood in this darkness, as if he was stepping into the starry sky. And in front of him, golden traces flashed, as if he was going to build something?

His sad expression instantly subsided, and he became the lord of the underworld in China who was holding Zhizhu. He looked around and tentatively said, "Hey?"

No response.

"I am the only one here." He said lightly, stretching out his hand to touch the golden light tails that flowed according to certain rules, but found that they directly penetrated the past. They could not touch them at all.

"So...is this...failed?" He sighed quietly, as if a little match girl was embracing Warm in her hands, but she saw a fantasy.

After all, it is a mirror and a water moon.

"If you fail... you will get lost? Is this what is called loss?" He withdrew his hand and his brows frowned deeply.

I just said less than ten sentences, but this failed?

What's wrong?

He was not in a hurry. Because, during the ten minutes of conversation with Tiandao, he asked the questions he needed the most!

That is: Are there other magic tricks in the initial place?

In other words, defense in all forms.

The answer to nothing is nothing.

And at the beginning... the second generation called it "trial".

In other words, the trial mentioned by the second generation and the magic mentioned by the way of heaven are actually the same thing!

"Maybe it can be understood in this way that the Great Judgment of the Inner Demon is not impossible to pass. It is just too difficult. Once it is passed, this process is the training itself?"

This is the reason why he is not in a hurry!

As long as it is a trial, there must be a solution. It is impossible to give experience without solutions. So... he just needs to search for the answer quietly.

The surroundings were still pitch black, and even with the consciousness of the King of Hell, there was no end. He searched carefully for several hours and confirmed that there was nothing around. Then he sat cross-legged in the void and pondered.

"The light tail flowing in front of me is based on some trace, there is no Yin Talisman, it is just a simple Yin Qi. I can't touch it. I don't know what it means for the time being."

"If I had failed now according to the trial. There was nothing there around tens of thousands of miles. If I were to be 'lost' now, then this trial could not be solved at all."

He gently rubbed his chin: "Based on the premise of 'there will be no trial without solution', it should give people a second chance. How can it touch this second chance?"

The light tail in front of you cannot touch, and there is no reaction to instilling yin energy. It can be ruled out for the time being.

But apart from it, nothing exists in a radius of tens of millions of miles.

How to start the next trial in the assumption?

Qin Ye pondered for a long time, his eyes flashed slightly, and he smiled: "No... there is something here."

"That's...time!"

Where nothing exists, the only thing that exists is time!

The Great Trial of the Inner Demon is a magic trick. It is easy to set how often to restart it!

Waiting is also a kind of verification.

However, the verification process cannot be vain. He stood up and got used to it.

He walked slowly, and his bracelet was gently folded in his palm. While waiting for the second trial that might come, he was thinking quickly.

Something went wrong just now?

"The only mistake is probably the conversation." Ten minutes later, he frowned and said, "I shouldn't have said that at the beginning. But... this should not be the root cause of the mistake."

If we want to restore the situation at that time and bring the mentality at that time, no one can do it!

In other words, no one can pass the trial.

"I remember, I drank that bowl of soup at the beginning." His eyes darkened, his voice became low, and he murmured: "But... still hungry."

If there is any clear memory in the first part of Qin Ye’s life, it is hunger.

The village he lives in was empty, and most of the people fled to the county town. Only a few families who were really unable to go to. Fortunately, they could catch a few small animals occasionally.

Animals are not stupid, they have their own rules of survival. If they suffer a lot in a certain place, they will naturally not go again. He remembered that month, they did not catch a rabbit.

A bowl of wild vegetable soup can’t help but feel hungry, so... grandpa went to the mountain... wait!

At this moment, his eyes flashed and he suddenly realized what he was wrong.

"I'm not hungry, so... delayed my grandpa's time to go up the mountain?"

It was precisely because of his hunger that his elderly grandfather took him up the mountain with him, and on the mountain they discovered Tai Sui.

Qin Ye's eyes shone suddenly, and he realized a problem.

That is...why will the trial fail after postponing the mountain?

"In other words... Tai Sui can only be discovered at that time? Only that place at that time?" He rubbed his chin and pondered.

The focus of the trial...is Tai Sui?

And they are just npcs?
To be continued...