"Can you feel the 'nightmare'?" Yuan Xiao stood at the tip of a water tower, overlooking the bustling city, and an unknown emotion flashed in his eyes.

"Can be can," Orkus said, closing his eyes and casting a unique secret technique, "but it feels strange right now. ”

"How?" Yuan Xiao noticed that there were stray cats around him looking for food, and asked Orkus as he jumped down the water tower to find the cat's traces.

"The energy of the 'Nightmare' has almost recovered, but I always feel that there is something missing. Orkus opened his eyes and rubbed his smooth chin, a little tangled, "Oops, but this thing is too vague, I can't figure out what it can do to make it really recover, it's very annoying, you can figure it out yourself, anyway, this thing is kissed by you." ”

Yuan Xiao didn't answer, lowered his head and took out a few snacks hidden in his pocket, and handed them to the two variegated stray cats.

Watching the two hungry cats eat happily, he lost his mind for a moment, remembering the story of himself and "Nightmare".

......

I don't know when.

Hell.

The purple sun of the Endless Dome was obscured by a light blue mist, which came from one of the most obvious cracks in the cracked plains.

The crack was vast and bottomless, like a scar caused by a giant axe that could shake the earth, and what was even more terrifying was that the blue mist that lingered around the crack was deadly, and no matter what creature touched it, it would disappear directly.

That's right, it's vanishing, it's not death, it's not being injured, it's not annihilation, it's disappearing.

As if the creature had never appeared in this world, all memories, all cause and effect, everything would disappear with it—except for the former Lord of Hell, the most powerful depraved in the entire history of Hell. He had stepped into this chasm and penetrated into it, but he could not get out of it.

He lost an arm there, and he never recovered.

Of course, after the loss of this arm, no one remembers that the king once owned it, that is, the "existence" of this arm was completely obliterated.

Since then, the king has revealed the secret of the rift throughout hell and named it "Nemo's Ruins".

Nemo, in the language of hell, means nothingness, non-existence.

However, in the laws of hell, the dangerous place can be equated with the burial place of the ancient power, and if you can obtain the power in it, you can still get out of it, I don't know how powerful it will be. Therefore, even if even the Lord of Hell has been killed, the exploration of "Nemo's Return to the Ruins" has never stopped.

The third volume of "The Road to Hell" in the "Book Gallery at the End" describes "Nemo's Return to the Ruins" as follows: "Look at the blue! The blue is clear! The blue is transparent! The blue is as condensed as the water that has poured out space! What a seductive color! In the world of red and black, it is the land of never-sightedness! The leading "Gebu", the shrewdest miscellaneous in hell, told me that it was here that on the seventh night of the new moon, the mist would reach up to the dome and obscure the brilliant purple sun, and there was little blue left near the ground, and it was the best time to enter the ruins. If one day the blue mist completely invades the purple sun, the purple sun turns into a dark moon, and the dark moon howls all night, hell will no longer have life in the world......

Today is the seventh day of the New Moon.

"Primordial !!" A sharp voice sounded in his head, it was Orkus.

And at this time, the appearance of the original owl is very different from now.

If you have to describe it, the thorny mummy is the most perfect portrayal of the original owl.

His body was covered in dirty, tattered bandages, and the skin that leaked through the gaps in the bandages was full of terrifying scars that protruded like thorns, and dense cysts were attached. These cysts originated from the burns of the purple sun, although they were now subtracted because the purple sun was blocked, but they were still trickling pus, mixed with blood and skin tissue, soaked in bandages and dried by the ground temperature, and so on.

There is no bandage on the face of the original owl, and it is actually a little inappropriate to say that it is a "face", because it is no longer a human face.

The nose was shattered and collapsed, like broken bone slag stuck to the center, the ears were gone, one eye was missing, and the remaining one was covered in bruise-purple blood. The mouth was sewn up, and the tongue had long been chewed up, but it was not known how to stop the bleeding. The rest of the skin is full of scars and ulcers.

It can be said that at this time, it was difficult for the proto-owl to have anything to do with the species of "humans".

But the perseverance and indifference in his eyes have not changed, as it was many years ago, and it was as touching as it was many years ago.

"Run, those crumbs will be there soon, don't you smell it? "Orkus was not much different from now, and so was the Sea of Blood.

"Give me a direction to run. Yuan Xiao asked sullenly in the hall of thought, although he tried his best to suppress it, he could still hear that every time he spit out a word, he had to bear terrible pain.

"There's no direction. Orkus smiled wryly, "We've been escaping for three hell months, and this is the last stop, and after this 'Nemo Ruins', it's the location of another group of scum clans, and we can't run away." ”

"I can't die, I can't now. Without any despair, the original owl said to Orkus seriously.

"Alas, you kid haven't given up hope, if you can survive today, maybe you can really do it......" Orkus sighed and shook his head, "Live a hammer, although today is the seventh day of the New Moon, you won't be swallowed up by those damn blue mist, but jumping into it is probably a death...... I just hope you die quickly Oh, I'll quickly change the master, what, these three months with you are still very pleasant, just like the previous eight years, I ......" Orkus has begun to reminisce about the past, looking at it has given up all hope.

"Jumping in, will you die directly?" Yuan Xiao shortened the number of words as much as possible, saving time and pain.

"This ......" Orkus was stunned, "I don't know, no one can come back, and the most terrible thing is that no one can know if anyone is dead in it, because the blue mist will swallow you directly, your existence, your cause and effect, your everything, no one will remember you anymore......"

"Then jump. Yuan Xiao said a word, stood up directly, and rushed towards the dark crack!

"Stinky boy, you don't listen to me!" Orkus was so angry that he wanted to curse, the blue mist was probably also useful to the soul body and spirit body, which means that if the original demon was really swallowed, it was likely that he would really disappear! "You stop me!!Brother Yuan!Big brother!Uncle!You just let those scum continue to experiment with you, okay! Anyway, you won't survive in the past few months! Maybe you won't be killed! But if you jump down, it's all over!"

The stitched mouth of the original owl forcibly drew a strange angle.

"Let's die together, goose boy. ”

The original owl ran wildly to the edge of the crack and turned to look at the billowing smoke and dust that was chasing after him.

They are fanatics of the Church of Whipping, perverted demons who are keen to study punishment, who often possess superior medical abilities at the same time, who torture their "toys" but cannot die, and who use wailing and pain as the sweetest wine. And the original owl, the most scarce species in hell, is naturally a delicacy that they refuse to let go.

Yuan Xiao was caught by them as soon as he entered hell, and at this time he was not "immortal", did not "kill", and had no ability, just an ordinary human being.

But he escaped, and after four months of torture, he used the blade of his own bones to kill the demonic guards who had no power to be guarded by the tiny amounts of poison he gave every day.

But now, he can't escape.

But he still didn't want to die.

He just didn't want to die.

He started to want to laugh a little.

So, he laughed.

Seeing that Bai Qian didn't dare to step forward, for fear that there would be a residual blue mist staining his demons, Yuan Xiao laughed loudly and hysterically until he tore off the skin and flesh on his mouth, the stitches fell off, and his mouth was full of blood.

"Eat the shit, you bunch of shit. He gave a big middle finger to the angry demons, and with a smile on his face, he jumped on the spot and jumped backwards!

Amidst Orkus's hysterical curses, the original owl's body disappeared into the depths until it disappeared.

......

"Hello, the man's ribs. ”

"Hello, filth of our body. ”

"Hello, human. ”

The icy voice rang out over and over again.

Yuan Xiao opened his eyes.

Feel the limbs.

Brief thinking test.

There is no obstacle to the opening of the temple of thought.

"Looks, I'm still alive. After completing a series of tests, Yuan Xiao endured the lacerations and pain all over his body, and sat up.

"Or is there a second hell, so real?" said Hara, shaking his palm, confirming that he was still in a material state.

"Hello, intruder. The cold voice came into his head again.

Yuan Xiao turned his head sideways and saw a strange existence.

It appears to be a humanoid entity, approximately seven hundred carpacters tall, with several glowing wing-like appendages extending from its shoulders, back, ankles, and waist, constantly fanning, a few stardust falling, and the space twisting slightly. It was in a standing position, holding a long blue sword in its hand, the tip of the sword was downward, and its head was bowed in a prayer shape, except for the fluttering of its bare wings, its body did not change in the slightest, and one could not help but wonder if it was an ancient statue.

What made the original owl care more was the back of this creature.

It was a door.

It opened slightly, and through the cracks you could see a pastoral grove, and countless individuals similar to this creature, walking and roving. In particular, there are two large fruit trees in the middle of the grove, one with a red fruit similar to an apple, and the other a blue fruit that has never been seen before.

"Hello, whoever. Yuan Xiao stood up and opened his mouth to answer the sacred-looking creature.

"You can call me. ”

"Gatekeeper. ”