Chuan Yun felt that his body was erratic and unable to settle down. His whole body was shrouded in a large white mist, as if a pause button had been pressed and he could not turn it away.
It was dead silent and she couldn't hear any sound.
My head felt heavy, as if a string was missing; my heart felt empty, and I didn't know what to think of.
I couldn't help but feel a little panic in my heart.
Forcing herself to calm down, she raised her head and found that only the sky was gray, the only color here. There seemed to be something running around her, but upon closer inspection, she couldn't see it clearly, and could only see a mass of gray.
the afterimage of.
"Kawayun~"
Someone suddenly called his name in the silent space. The voice was ethereal and quiet, and the voice was long. Chuan Yun suddenly got goosebumps all over his body and did not dare to move rashly.
She subconsciously looked into the distance. It was still a vast expanse of white, but the calling voice was getting closer and closer.
I'm afraid she might have hit a ghost.
"Kawayun~"
The voice sounded again.
"Who is it? Stop pretending to be a fool here and come out!"
Chuan Yun shouted loudly, while constantly emboldening himself in his heart.
Unity is strength, unity is strength...
At the same time, she kept scanning the surroundings with the corner of her eyes, her whole body full of vigilance, and she was mentally prepared to be attacked at any time.
As her voice fell, the surrounding white mist began to float faster and faster, and disappeared in an instant.
Chuanyun's sight could now be observed unobstructed.
I saw that she was on a path paved with yellow sand. There were large tracts of unnamed flowers growing on both sides of the road. Perhaps the flower season had not yet arrived, so only the buds could be seen.
The road was very smooth, but there were no footprints, as if it had been run over with a roller.
Everywhere reveals something weird.
"Come, come, come."
The man spoke again, but Chuanyun stayed where he was and remained indifferent. She was used to being able to control the changes in unfamiliar environments by remaining still.
Soon she was horrified to find that her body was floating forward uncontrollably.
She read that right, she was using Piao!
Suddenly all her defenses collapsed under the attack of unnatural science, and absurd thoughts suddenly came to her mind, making her scalp numb.
Chuan Yun's body floated uncontrollably not far in front of a woman in black, floating above an ink-colored river.
To say that it is a river is not entirely true, because there is not only water flowing in it, but also tens of thousands of ghosts. Some of them can even see human forms, struggling or roaring.
But they can't break free from the shackles.
She still couldn't hear anything, and everything in front of her was like watching a silent movie, weird and absurd.
Looking up, he saw a thick layer of black mist covering the face of the woman in front of him, making it difficult to see her appearance.
She is wearing an antique black armor suit that is carefully tailored, with a few cracks that do not show her embarrassment but highlight her fierce aura. The dark-colored lined robe has exquisite and luxurious moiré patterns, wrapping her exquisite body and showing off her graceful curves.
Three thousand black hairs are like a waterfall, scattered slightly messily on the back of the head. The cloak moves automatically without wind, making the figure look lonely and lonely.
The whip tied to her waist always exudes a hint of cold air, making people dare not underestimate her easily.
She didn't seem to be looking at herself, but looking at other places through herself, fascinated and motionless.
Although it was inappropriate for the time, Chuanyun couldn't help but think that this woman must be a great beauty, or a melancholic and crazy beauty.
Suddenly, the gray sky turned purple, and crimson fire was flowing everywhere. The flowers on both sides of the path she had just passed suddenly bloomed, emitting a fiery red light, which was extremely enchanting.
A large number of butterflies emitting red light came out of thin air, fluttering their transparent wings towards the blooming flowers. After the scattered scale powder fell on the petals, the flowers bloomed more brilliantly.
From a distance, it looks like a carpet made of blood, lighting up the dim path.
This feeling and this scene are as beautiful as a shadow or an illusion, like a bubble in a dream that will burst when you poke it.
It's simply not true.
Flowers of the other shore, the road of fire - Huangquan Road, what's left is...
Chuan Yun turned around subconsciously and saw that a stone bridge appeared behind her and at her feet. It exuded a simple and solemn atmosphere and could not be seen to the end.
The breath is both dead and angry, making people yearn for it but dare not approach it.
One thought of life, one thought of death, I'm afraid that's all.
At this moment, she was standing on the bridge, with the slightest bit of cold air creeping up from the soles of her feet down her back and up her neck, straight to the Tianling Cap.
She couldn't help but shudder.
The dust of the past has dispersed on the road to Huangquan, and reincarnation has occurred on the Naihe Bridge; flowers bloom and butterflies fall on the other side, and people ferry people by the Netherworld River.
So...is this hell?
And she is... already dead?
Is the woman in front of me the legendary "ferryman"?
The ferryman is here, but where is the boat?
And how did you die?
Questions came one after another, and she gradually felt unwilling to give up.
At this time, the woman suddenly moved. Under Chuanyun's doubtful eyes, she took steps towards her, but stopped one step away from the stone bridge, only one meter away from her.
The woman first stepped onto the stone bridge with one foot. She didn't make any next move for a long time, as if she had made some kind of decision, and finally raised her other foot resolutely.
The moment the black boots landed on the stone bridge, something unexpected happened, and the part of the stone bridge under the woman suddenly disappeared.
Chuan Yun couldn't help shouting "Be careful". She subconsciously stretched out her hand to hold the woman's hand, but it went straight through.
That's right, she is a lonely ghost now, without a physical body, how can she be caught?
Chuanyun smiled to himself, watching the woman fall at a rapid speed like a spectator.
Below is the vast River Styx, with countless ghosts and evil spirits wandering in it, just waiting for the living souls to fall and pounce on them to bite them and have a good meal.
Chuanyun seemed to have predicted the woman's ending.
The soul and body were beyond recognition, and even the soul was gone.
Unexpectedly, the moment the woman fell into the River Styx, she saw countless ghosts and evil spirits running away from her, as if she was the evil ghost.
The ghosts and evil spirits that didn't even have time to avoid them directly transformed into painful faces. Their limbs struggled wildly and twisted out of shape. Finally, they turned into black mist. After falling into the River Styx, they were swallowed up by other ghosts and evil spirits. It seemed that they had never stopped.
Never existed in this world.
After the woman fell into the River Styx, her body trembled slightly, as if... she was laughing.
Perhaps after laughing enough, she slowly straightened her clothes, and then slowly walked towards the shore.
Every time she took a step, there were countless masks of pain under her feet, and black mist formed behind her. Sichuan and clouds seemed to be able to hear their painful screams and begging for mercy, but the woman was unmoved at all.
In short: this is a crazy woman who is both powerful and ruthless.
Chuan Yun hugged herself tightly in silence, thinking that if the other party was unhappy and threw her into the River Styx, then she would truly be gone.
The woman got on the shore, turned around and continued to look in the direction of the River Styx, as if waiting, as if hoping. Not far from her, a small black hole was slowly forming.
Chuan Yun saw it, and she felt wary. When she was thinking about what that thing was, a casual voice suddenly came, interrupting her thinking:
"You're back."
Chuan Yun was very sure that the woman in black didn't give him a single look, and because her face was covered in black mist, he couldn't see clearly, so he wasn't sure if she was talking to him.
"well……"
There was a sigh, and there seemed to be thousands of words hidden in it.
Chuan Yun couldn't hear any other sounds, and the surroundings had always been deathly silent. This was the only voice she could always hear.
The materialism in her heart had long since been shattered into pieces, so she asked directly without caring about anything else: "Who are you?"
The woman in black seemed to have retracted her gaze and moved her neck: "You asked me who I am...hehehe~"
She seemed to really find it funny, and she actually buried her head in laughter.
Sure enough it was her.
Although she had a vague idea in her mind, Chuan Yun was still a little shocked when she was really sure it was her. She always thought that the other party couldn't see her.
After a moment, the woman finally raised her head, and the black mist on her face instantly dissipated, revealing a peerless face that charmed all living beings, with a smile on her face but not a smile:
"I am you."
Looking at the face that was 70% similar to his own, Chuan Yun felt his scalp numb.
I have already imagined in my mind the drama of finding a substitute for the scapegoat by the Naihe Bridge.
Although the opponent was strong, Chuan Yun still had to bite the bullet and deny it with certainty: "No, you are not me, I am me, and you are you."
Although her materialistic concept has collapsed, she believes that the world has its own laws, and as long as there is righteousness in the heart, gods and ghosts cannot invade.
When the woman heard the words, the smile at the corner of her mouth gradually disappeared, and a gloomy look slowly appeared on her beautiful face. She could only hear her murmuring in a low voice: "Yes, you are you, and I am me, but... why?
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She suddenly gritted her teeth and glared at the place she had been staring at before, and roared heartbreakingly: "Why~"
But there was only endless darkness ahead, and no one answered, not even an echo.
The woman seemed to have exhausted all her strength and slumped to the ground. Her eyes were looking at the ground without focus, and she said unwillingly: "Why is it her? Why are you trapping me here? Is it because I am not the strongest?"
That one?"
Chuan Yun didn't know what the woman was accusing and who she was accusing to. She was originally beautiful, but she exuded a broken sense of beauty to the outside world.
Seeing the other person so frustrated, she actually felt a little distressed, as if her chest was blocked by something.
"Hey, are you okay?"
The clouds slowly floated to the woman's side.
The woman didn't answer, but looked up at Chuan Yun and smiled inexplicably.
That smile was ruthless.
Chuan Yun secretly thought that something was wrong, and before she could drift away, the woman suddenly stood up and rushed towards her, as if she wanted to lead her into the deep black hole.
"Haha~"
The woman's expression already seemed to be crazy.
"In this case, if you want to escape, I won't do what you want."
Hearing the woman's crazy voice, Chuan Yun regretted that he should not have let down his guard because of beauty.
The black hole behind him is close at hand, glowing with dim light.
She was a little scared. Even though she had died once, it was nothing compared to the loss of her soul.
Chuan Yun struggled with all his strength: "No, I don't want to lose my soul."