Water Flows Eastward

****** Life and death are like two sides of a mirror, dependent on each other. There is a kind of person who can pass through this mirror, travel between life and death, calm people's grievances, and extradite the souls of the dead. Some people call this type of Mohist, and Song Feng is a Mohist. However, three years ago, Song Feng had no connection with these bizarre things. It was a car accident that changed everything. Song Feng died under the van that suddenly lost control, but woke up again in a small house that had never seen sunlight all year round. She was breathing but had no heartbeat. The appearance is no different from that of ordinary people. When the skin is cut open, there is no flowing red color. People cannot be resurrected. If you want to live, you have to pay a price. The dying old man looked at Song Feng and handed her a pen wrapped in layers. "This is the reward you have to pay." He said. ——But why, it's her? Song Feng didn't know, she only knew that there must be a secret about her hidden at the end of that deep road that didn't belong to this world. Before that, she had to survive and try her best to survive. ****** Sheng Heng liked someone when he was a boy. Unfortunately, before he had a chance to express his feelings, the person he cherished died unexpectedly. The passionate love of young people, fermented by time, swelled and expanded, wrapping up the whole thing like a wildly growing vine. Then, Sheng Heng met the person he thought about day and night at a white event. * After my death. We still live together, but I can't see you and you can't see me. * Is human death the failure of organs, the decay of the body, or the dissipation of the soul? Purpose: Live well in the present