"It seems you don't want to play." The boy said calmly.

Yingmeng smiled and said it in an understatement and as it should be. "That's because I don't feel guilty anymore."

"Then I hope you will never feel guilty." The boy nodded his fair chin.

"Who are you?" Ying Meng suppressed a series of recurring thoughts in her mind.

"It's not important." The boy's tone was calm, unhurried but exciting.

Yingmeng's pupils shrank, and when she quickly withdrew her hand that had been stained by its cold surface, she recognized the cyan reflection on the jade surface - a vicious and abominable monster.

The jade flute hit the ground hard, making a crisp sound, rolled around a few times and landed under the boy's soul.

"This is a trial, an illusion. The light here is not for you, and the joy is not for you. Boredom and hatred can be madness and freedom." The boy just smiled indifferently at Shadow Dream's behavior, showing that he was in control of everything.

The wind is light and the clouds are calm.

"You don't need to remind me." Yingmeng hates the look of an outsider in the quagmire, even though she looks like this on the surface. Her tone is proud and natural, but it makes people feel ridiculed for no reason. "I

I learned early on that if I can't resist, I'll accept it. I've always believed that as long as I kneel down fast enough, society's beatings won't be able to catch up with me."

"This trick may not work all the time." The boy was not in a hurry.

The sunlight outlines his slender figure, like an indifferent immortal looking towards the monster in the quagmire.

When Ying Meng received this look, a sense of absurdity suddenly arose in his mind, why not eat minced meat.

"So I have my own set of rules." Yingmeng's eyes flashed red, and his attitude was casual. The right to speak was fully in the hands of the other party, which was really disadvantageous.

The boy gently squinted his eyes, looked down at his dissipating figure, and smiled easily. "It seems there is a time limit. I have to leave, and I will give you this jade flute. When will you accept it?"

When you are clear about reality, just play the sound in your heart. You will return to your own era. In fact, even if you play other people's music, you can still have your own opinions."

Yingmeng stared at the sky, and some memories began to overlap in her mind. It seemed that a person just disappeared in front of her eyes. The fragments of his soul lingered around her, dazzling like thousands of stars, but when she raised her hand to try to catch

The time we lived in has melted and dispersed.

The same picture makes people buried deep in the soul long ago

The forgotten memories burst out like a landslide.

In addition to facing bitterness, there is a more comfortable and warm way, and that is to forget.

Ying Meng's brain felt like needles tingling, and she watched her hand slowly turn into dust bag fragments. She mumbled helplessly. "Big brother..."

Looking at the jade flute that had the feeling of a breeze and a bright moon, her eyes began to become mercifully blurry at that moment, but unfortunately she could vaguely outline the terrifying shape in the reflection.

Monster. A monster that looks like a human but not a ghost.

She has been dead for a long time. An alien among the crowd who are still human.

Feeling dizzy and confused, the ominous memories pouring out of my mind finally converged into a single sound.

Although the neglect made her feel calm, she had always known that she did not belong here. She was an alien, an alien that existed in this long-gone era, and an alien that existed among the bustling crowd.

She stretched out her fingers and touched the hard and cold surface of Yuxiao, and she realized this.

It's really abhorrent.

Yingmeng slowly stood up, eyes lowered, and there was endless depth inside.

Who...is that person? His identity is definitely not as simple as she said. He...is definitely not out of his mind. Why would he pretend to be out of his mind?

Ying Meng covered her head that was about to be torn apart, and the expression on her face was too complicated to explain. There was pain, relief, sadness, joy, struggle, and submission.

She recalled what happened...

Just when she was lost in endless thoughts, a child's voice broke the complicated atmosphere in the air from behind. "Sister Wushuang, you have been caught. You know spiritualism!"

Ying Meng felt something disappear, she lost her strength, and then her hand touched the cold ground.

Ying Meng gently squinted her eyes, suppressed the darkness brewing in her eyes, pulled away from the memories, and looked at the girl in front of her. "Ming Yue..."

Before she could finish speaking, a nearly transparent flying sword swelled in the wind and came towards her.

Seeing this, Yingmeng turned sideways to avoid the attack of the flying sword. Before she could make any other move, the wind in the air accelerated and brought heavy pressure, which was quickly suppressed.

The darkness in Ying Meng's eyes became more intense, and she made a gesture with her hands. As she thought, countless resentful souls cried.

Howl. For a moment, the air was filled with resentment and fear.

Ming Yue looked around at the black shadows splashing across the empty sky like ink. The endless darkness that was as deep as the soul made people feel a sense of shock.

This is the overwhelming resentment, the madness and obsession of tens of thousands of dead souls.

The strong wind suddenly rose, and the energy between heaven and earth also became violent. How many lives would be required to create such a vision?

Ming Yue's soft and cute expression quickly turned serious.

She truly felt a destructive aura. She was the royal family of the underworld, and this was supposed to be her home court, but the other party's control over all this far exceeded her expectations. That kind of proficiency was like all this

It was a part of the other party... This seemed to confirm her suspicion in her heart, and it also made her heart a little turbulent.

Ming Yue's beautiful eyes were fixed on the evil spirit that stretched out its rotten claws towards her. She waved her jade hand, which formed dazzling marks like lightning, and a ball of white light disks flew in the air behind her.

The lonely souls in the ten directions must be saved and saved.

Yingmeng didn't move, he just indifferently felt the wind blowing around him, gradually getting faster and faster. He watched the golden light faintly grow weak, then grow stronger from weak to strong.

The golden-red light shone like magma in the black mist, and finally disappeared with the black mist.

With the technique of salvation, she is saving the thousands of dead souls.

It's touching and ridiculous at the same time.

The royal family of the underworld, who led thousands of souls, used the art of salvation when facing the lonely souls from all directions.

The royal family of the underworld rescues lonely souls, but the purpose of saving the souls is not to wash away their sins, but to destroy them.

The royal family of the underworld, who have only the name of wise men, tried to send away the souls that perished here, but they never thought about why they appeared here.

Yingmeng smiled silently.

She should take action...

The scriptures gradually disappeared, and the pale golden light gradually became thinner.

After the dazzling marks disappeared, Yingmeng's thin lips curved slightly, and she spoke in a mocking tone. "Little sister, it's not your fault that you have problems with your brain. If there are problems, they will come out..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Ming Yue. "You know spiritualism! Where did you learn it?"
Chapter completed!