Chapter 246 Forgetful Country

The distant and ethereal sound of the copper bell echoes in my ears.

The sound of dingling seemed to ring directly in my heart, echoing in the sea of ​​consciousness.

In the darkness of nothingness, the sudden sound of copper bells made Ling Chu's heart suddenly alert. The sea of ​​consciousness has not yet surged and the spiritual power has not yet been mobilized. The next moment, the world is blank.

The orange light lit up in the boundless darkness, and the light as the size of a bean became brighter and brighter as time passed.

There was a gentle rustling sound in the boundless darkness, the sound of the hem of the skirt passing through the air, and the movement of the fabric rubbing.

A pair of slender and graceful hands, holding a simple vermilion lantern in their hands, and the graceful jade hand holding the lantern handle, was beautifully carved under the hazy orange light, but it exuded a strange paleness.

The lantern came from the darkness, with a graceful figure, a simple and simple white long skirt with no patterns, bare feet, and a red rope tied to the wrists. On the red rope was a copper bell covered with rust.

With the pace of the graceful white figure, the copper bell on the wrist was slowly making a crisp and ethereal sound.

The orange lights were very bright, dispelling the darkness in the space several meters around. The orange lights were very hazy, only illuminating half of the graceful figure.

Above the neck, there is a vain darkness, and I can't see how this white figure looks.

The graceful white figure, holding a lantern in hand, tied bells in her feet, walked slowly towards the girl in Qingchang standing there. Wherever she passed along the way, all the white bone demon soldiers seemed to be invisible, completely ignoring the graceful white figure.

The space cracks covered with ancient battlefields seemed to disappear completely. This graceful white figure had no escape at all, and she walked leisurely in this empty darkness.

It seemed that he had noticed something was wrong with his master. The glass-colored flames flew around the girl in the green dress. The flames as big as a palm jumped and disappeared, but he saw that the master in front of him was still motionless, like a sculpture.

Three meters away, the graceful white figure suddenly stopped. Although the face above the neck could not be seen, it could feel that a line of sight fell on the glazed flame.

The glazed green lotus fire suddenly became smaller and no longer dared to fly outside. Instead, it sank into the body of the girl Qingchang, returning to the dantian, as if she was extremely anxious to circle the Taoist platform in the dantian.

Seeing the glazed flames rushing into the Qingshang girl like a escaping, the graceful white figure didn't care at all. She paused for a moment and continued to walk towards the Qingshang girl.

Until he stood in front of the girl Qingshang.

The slender and graceful girl in green dress has an elegant and refined face, and her clear eyes are still black and white, but she seems to be motionless, looking straight at a point in the void. On her delicate face, there is no agility and vitality.

"A lost traveler, return to Forget-Asia Country."

An ethereal and cold voice sounded faintly, and word by word fell into the ears of the girl in Qingchang.

"Forget the worries. Township."

A hint of confusion appeared in the girl Qingchang's eyes, and then the words of the graceful white figure were repeated stiffly, with a clear and sweet voice, with a strong cold and hard feeling without any emotion.

"Come on, come back."

The ethereal and cold voice sounded again, and the graceful white figure turned and left with the lantern.

Behind him, the girl in Qingchang said softly, "Forget the Worry. Township."

Then, the girl in Qingchang was like a puppet holding a thread, raised her feet woodenly, followed by the graceful white figure, and walked step by step towards the unknown darkness under the orange light.

A faint light and white light flashed, and a clear spring-like breath flowed, washing away.

In an instant, a faint dark light flowed through the girl Qingchang's eyes.

The next moment, it disappeared without a trace.

This is a small town standing in the darkness of nothingness. In the town, there are continuous lights illuminated and people coming and going.

There are high buildings above, and the drinkers are drinking and talking to each other.

In the embroidery building, the daughter is facing the mirror with yellow flowers.

There is a prosperous place, and vendors shout and sell.

All kinds of things in the world are like pictures, spreading in front of you.

It was clearly a bustling place, but there was no light at all, and the sound was revealed in the town.

If you had not stepped into this town, even if you passed by the town, you would not have noticed any abnormality.

At this time, it was late at night, and above the sky of the town was so thick that there was no star or moon. Suddenly, a series of bells sounded across the outside of the town.

Come from all directions.

One, two, three.

One, two, three.

One, two, three.

As if there was a promise, in the empty darkness that devoured everything, suddenly a little orange-yellow lights lit up one by one, and the sound of bells sounded, and white figures came from the darkness with lanterns.

Some of these white figures are graceful, some are slender, some are thin, and some are tall, all in one go.

But the same is that behind every white figure, there are figures closely followed.

Some have only one way, and some have several ways.

All the white figures had no communication. They just walked from all directions with lanterns, and walked step by step to the entrance of the town with the figures behind them.

Several meters away from the entrance of the town, all the white figures suddenly stood still and stood quietly without saying a word.

In just one hour, more than a dozen white shadows of lanterns gathered at the entrance of the town.

At the entrance of the town, there is a black ink stone. On the top of the stone, there are three words written in red, and Wangyou Township.

This red color is not bright, but a little dull, like air-dried blood.

After half an hour, no white figures gathered with lanterns. In the small town called Wangyou Township, footsteps came.

It is obvious that the sounds in the town cannot be heard in the slightest, but the sound of footsteps can be heard.

A pair of black boots appeared at the entrance of the town.

The owner of the boots is a silver-haired boy with an extremely handsome face, like a knife and axe, which is exquisite and unforgettable.

But this extremely handsome face was covered with indifference and lust.

"Go back." There was no expression on the handsome face of the silver-haired boy, and even his eyes didn't move at all. He spoke coldly.

The white shadows of the lantern all bowed over and saluted silently, then turned into broken lights, merged into the boundless darkness, disappearing without a trace.

Only a dozen figures standing there like puppets.

"Welcome to you to the Forgetful Country, the worry-free life is waiting for you." The silver-haired boy said coldly with his eyes blankly.

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