Chapter 1667 Mother of the Motherland - the way home from a dream (17)

  Yin Yin stared at him and said, "Yes."

The word    seemed to carry the power beyond time and space. As her words fell, everything around her changed in an instant.

   Yin Yin's clothes have changed.

   has become the clothing of the modern twenty-first world.

  The camps built with tents around them disappeared like a puff of smoke in an instant, as if they had never appeared.

The wind around    was still blowing, showing a gloomy and cold look.

   There was a black mist around him.

   More precisely… Yin Qi.

   Looking around, everything is yin.

  Those yin qi gathered into a large black fog, and in the black fog, there were densely packed bodies traveling back and forth.

   Some of them were wearing winter clothes, some were wearing single clothes, and they were all mortally wounded.

   Some were wounded by swords and partially mutilated, some had bullets pierced through their chests, some were covered in a thick layer of frost, and some were bombed by bombs...

   Their eyes were empty, and they had long since lost their minds.

   is still repeating their actions again and again.

   Repeatedly going to the battlefield, holding swords, guns, and fighting with the enemy, again and again, as if tirelessly.

   Repeatedly bandaging and treating the wounded, as if by doing so, those who were seriously injured or who had died would be able to come back to life.

   repeated the command again and again, vowing to achieve the final victory in the war of resistance.

  …

   What you can see is shocking.

  Rao was Zhao Zhuzi's guess, but he was still shocked to see this scene at this time.

   His eyes were sore, and he wanted to cry, but found that he couldn't cry at all.

   Yes, how could a person who has already died cry.

   He suddenly noticed something and looked down at himself.

   was originally in his eyes, a normal him, with a thick layer of frost covering his body.

  Bone-piercing cold penetrated into his bones from his clothes, so cold that his soul trembled.

   "Cold, so cold..." Zhao Zhuzi murmured subconsciously, curling up.

   Yin Yin's fingertips flew into Zhao Zhuzi's body.

The    golden light lingered around him, and quickly dispelled the frost on his body.

  The cold dissipated, replaced by warmth that I haven't felt in a long time, just like being in the warm sun.

   Zhao Zhuzi asked: "I, can I know what we are now? Is it... a ghost?"

   Yin Yin's eyes fell on him.

   shook his head.

   She sighed softly and said, "It's obsession."

A dead person, if there is no obsession in the heart, the soul will enter reincarnation, if there is obsession, the soul will turn into obsession, lingering in the same place, repeating everything in life, over and over again, if the obsession persists, the soul will Will be bound forever, only when the obsession dissipates, the soul will know that it has entered the reincarnation.

   And everyone in front of you is the embodiment of obsession.

   The repeated scenes in front of us are all the obsessions of the soul.

   Their obsession is to defeat the enemy and win the war of resistance.

   For decades, the battles have been repeated year after year, day after day.

   Zhao Zhuzi was stunned for a while, and said, "So, it turned out to be obsession. Then, who are you?"

   Zhao Zhuzi stared at Yin Yin for a long time.

  Yin Yin raised his hand, and a ray of golden light entered Zhao Zhuzi's eyebrows.

   After a while, Zhao Zhuzi reacted.

   He laughed, but if he still has tears now, I'm afraid he is crying now.

   He stared at Yin Yin, his eyes full of admiration and reverence: "It turns out that it was you, I, I just said, I always thought you were kind."

   He sniffed and said, "I, I have something to tell you."

   "I, I miss you, I want to hug you, can I?"

   (end of this chapter)