When Yingmeng got a little used to the light, she began to look at the locations of the two of them.

This is an ancient corridor, with the decorations around it a bit dilapidated, but the dilapidated reveals the exquisiteness of the dream that has never been known to the dream. No detail tells the heaviness of history, demonstrating the designer's fanaticism and attainment of art. The yellowing and vague murals around it are telling what kind of stories, but the undecayed outline makes people feel inexplicably trance and sublimated.

Standing among the ruins, Shadow Dream can imagine the prosperity of the past, and inexplicably regret the disasters of the past.

There is still beauty in dilapidation, a sense of history and texture, reminding people of their past glory.

Yingmeng's shocking emotions ended abruptly when his eyes touched the light source, and were replaced by an extreme emotion, bloodthirsty, and madness.

The light source seemed to be a deformed head, and the twisted expression told the pain it encountered before its death. In addition to the face, other places were cut neatly and connected in an abstract manner.

The straight lines and the same spacing emit a faint light from the gap. People think of three words - works of art for no reason.

Yingmeng looked at Yuzhong beside her. She looked a little surprised, but she was not afraid, but more of a habit, without any surprises.

Yingmeng stood there, with some meaning in her eyes. She didn't notice that her smile had once again become more interesting as a literary scholar.

She thought that the past few months of getting along had allowed her to see the face of this class clearly, but now it seems that there are still many things worth digging.

She should not use the judgment method of a thousand years later to judge people in this era. After all, the people here have been attached to the tail of the Gods and Demons.

Their view of the world is different from the future. Perhaps the definition of blood in the future is just a picture they are used to.

Three volumes of the Book of Heaven: The utopia in the eyes of the world! In the era of absolute freedom, is it not a confusion to obtain freedom beyond a certain degree? What is the definition of utopia? I long for what I have never had, but after I get it, I don’t know if I will lose what I already have.

Yingmeng's exploratory eyes hit Yuzuka's curious gaze. The two of them smiled tacitly and continued to walk forward.

Every time they take a step, a head appears around them, with different expressions on them, telling different stories and stories of death, but they also emit a faint light, as if they are just lighting them.

The moment when the tenth head lights up, a fine ancient song sounds from all around

, adding a hint of weirdness to this already dark and terrifying environment.

It is composed of several different melodies, but the chaos of its essence carries a strange order.

It contains music of joy and desolation and falls into this prosperous and bleak environment, showing the definition of life and death. Several long stories and the complete tragedy have a sense of joy, whether it is the dawn of hope or the joking of fate.

Music is another language, a language that influences people's hearts.

The atmosphere is extremely weird and creepy.

The two of them still buried their heads and continued to move forward, but the pace unconsciously accelerated a few beats and was almost running.

I don’t know if it was because I missed it or didn’t notice the abnormality, but the flowers in the corner of the corridor that gradually became so bright that they were really weird did not attract the attention of the two.

Look at these flowers! How bright! They are obviously the same species, but they show completely different forms. What have you experienced when you want to become like this?

Then they suddenly stopped. It was not because they didn't want to run away, but because they bumped into something.

They took a few steps back.

The thing they hit slowly turned around, as if it was a woman.

She wore a pitch-black mask, covering her lower half of her face.

She walked towards the two of them step by step. Every time she took a step, the sound of footsteps that shocked the soul came from all around her.

The weapon in Shimazhong's hand was attached with a layer of spiritual energy, and he entered a state of vigilance. But all her movements stopped when they met the woman's eyes.

Those eyes are very beautiful, like the vast stars and the summer sunshine. These eyes can only exist after experiencing the baptism of the years. They are full of wisdom and gentleness, but they reveal evil inadvertently, making people feel heartbeat in an instant.

When she wanted to take a look, she found that her eyes were covered.

For some reason, Yingmeng did not see the warm, calm and bright appearance in this person like Shimata. She felt the unique cold and dangerous aura like an abyss, and the extremely familiar dark chaos.

The woman slowly turned her head and stared at them. "Am I beautiful?"

Yingmeng had not stopped her, and Shizuo opened her hand like a devilish mania, met those eyes Qing, and said, "Beautiful."

When the woman heard this, she tilted her head, slowly took off her mask, revealing her entire face.

If she said that her upper half of her face was still a beautiful beauty, then her lower half of her face would not even be considered a ghost.

The delicate face was divided into several pieces, and the lower half of the face was cracked, as if it was cut open by someone. However, the scratches were so regular and neat, forming a perfect picture. Among the dark red cracks were the scales of different animals.

Before Yingmeng could react, the talent instinct was activated, integrating and feeding information to Yingmeng's brain.

Yingmeng's pupils dilated slightly, and a coolness from the bones passed through her mind with thoughts.

The guy in front of her is a human, and it should be more than a human. There seem to be many different bloodlines on her body.

The word "monster" keeps circling in Yingmeng's mind, each time it has a different meaning, but it is all the same weird.

The moment the talent was activated, I wonder if it was Ying Meng's illusion. The woman seemed to be staring at her and smiling, but when she looked closely, the other party was still staring at Yuzhong. "Am I beautiful?"

Shiratsu looked at the monster in front of him, and his hand holding the weapon was ready to exert force at any time, but there was no hesitation on his face and replied firmly: "Beautiful."

The woman turned her eyes stiffly, remained silent for a long time, and then smiled. "Do you have any questions?"

Yingmeng's hand suddenly tightened, and the bone blade on her hand pierced straight into the palm of her hand, and for a moment, it was bloody, as if only in this way could she divert her attention from the suffocating sensory stimulation coming from her brain.

Yingmeng bit her back teeth tightly, but her face was not revealed at all.

After all, Yuzhong was a person who could enter the core level and quickly adjusted his mentality. She raised the page of the book in her hand. "Where is this page from?"

The woman pointed in one direction and put on her mask again, then shrank into a ball in the narrow and dark corner again.

Yuzhong pulled up the normal shadow dream on the surface and walked in that direction.

The severe pain spreads from the brain to the heart, flowing along the blood to the limbs and bones. At the same time, various information in Yingmeng's brain emerged at the same time, which was very confusing.

After leaving the woman for a while, she finally couldn't hold back. She almost felt embarrassed and took out the porcelain bottle in panic. After taking a pill, she recovered from some Qingming Festival.
Chapter completed!