The Dead Sky Mirror is gone, because he wants to erase the sensitive identity of the wanted criminal for the tomb.

The tomb remained, on the hill.

In that thatched hut, there is another world.

In total, there have been quite a few people who have come and gone here.

However, no one ever noticed anything strange about the thatched hut.

Whenever people glance over the scene and see the darkness behind the doors and windows, they just subconsciously think that it is normal darkness inside.

As everyone knows, it was indeed a jet black clinging to the doors and windows.

Even if you open the door, what appears to you is only a black patch that does not leak.

The people standing here can reach out and touch it, and through the darkness in front of them, they will not touch anything.

It wasn't until he actually crossed the abyss in front of him that he could see the inside of the hut.

When the tomb first came here, what caught her eye was a vast stage where water and sky meet.

She looked at her feet, and then at all directions that surrounded her, and she was sure that there was no land, only a whole surface of pristine fresh water.

and the beautiful blue sky overhead.

The sky above us was high, blue, and seemingly endless, with huge and faint clouds and clouds floating in the sky.

The fresh water beneath your feet is like a mirror, reproducing all the scenery above it.

The breeze that blows from time to time is even more pleasant.

It's just that all of this was gone shortly after the tomb was left alone.

Instead, there is a single black that is not in sight.

Strangely, even though there is no light here, the tomb in it can still be clearly used to discern the surroundings with the naked eye.

Although there was nothing around, she could see her entire body and the door behind her.

Glancing aimlessly around him, he exhaled a different snort, as if he sighed invisibly.

Later, as her silent thoughts moved, she saw shelves full of books rising one by one on the ground in front of her.

At the same time, the door behind him also slowly closes, which directly isolates this space from the outside world and transforms it into an independent small world.

She glanced at the bookshelf in front of her, and found that the first bookshelf was full of books about the Soul Master's experience, formations, techniques, methods, etc.

And this is the knowledge she needs most at the moment.

At this point, the tomb understood that this could not be as simple as a coincidence, but as to whether this arrangement was a random change in this small world or a deliberate act of the Heavenly Mirror, she also felt that there was no need to delve into it.

Now, she just silently pulled a book from the shelf and quietly flipped through it.

......

After a long, long time, I don't know how long it was, the tomb stopped and put the book back in its place.

If it was the Heavenly Mirror, she could have been immersed in the new world of knowledge.

But the tomb is not, although the tomb knows that it needs knowledge and is willing to learn knowledge, but this is only out of the necessary needs in reality.

After studying for a long time, she will feel bored and need to accept some other things outside in order to relieve this discomfort.

For example, now, the tomb chooses to stop, no longer lingering in the world of the book.

But when she looked around, there was nothing but boundless darkness as far as her eyes could see.

She leaned her back against the bookshelf and fell silent.

She retraced to her own state of mind, secretly remembering something......

It was then that the small world began to change again.

And this time the change brings the feeling to the tomb is so unreal.

In an instant, it was as if she had really been brought back to the top of the mountain where she was about to descend to Fenyang City with her blood cultivator......

The sunset on the horizon emitted a beautiful glow, and the surrounding clouds were reflected in the small half of the red and gold.

Among them, there is a neatly arranged group of migratory birds slowly swinging into the clouds, and after a while, they are seen flying out from the other side.

Standing on the edge of the cliff and looking out into the thousands of acres of fields outside the city wall below, you can vaguely see several farmers toiling on their tenant fields.

Inside the city wall, many buildings have been lit in advance with a little light, wisps of cooking smoke, for the city to rise a lot of vitality.

Standing in the midst of this familiar scene, the tomb was moved......

Tears of emotion soon appeared in her eyes.

This is also the first time in her life that she was moved by a scene.

In fact, her state of mind at this time was far more than just moving.

Because when she looked around and looked and looked, she never saw the figure that lifted her out of the darkness, and she never found the blood cultivator who was supposed to be the protagonist here......

In an instant, the emotion of grief came to her mind again.

The last time I felt this way was on the night when Xuexiu had just been diagnosed dead......

But soon, she couldn't help but think like this: "If this world can change at will, then why doesn't it exist now?"

Nothing has changed, but why...... Blood cultivation didn't all appear in this scene......

She was not reconciled, and as soon as she thought of this, she thought about it like crazy in her mind, trying to recall everything about blood cultivation.

Soon, I saw the cliff edge in front of me - a bright red figure gradually turned from a virtual shadow to a "real".

That back is the existence of the person who is most cherished in the heart of the tomb.

Seeing this, the tomb's eyes widened, as if he still couldn't believe it.

She walked forward step by step, until she came close to the back.

She stretched out her left hand, as if to put it on the shoulders of the figure.

But just before he was about to touch the back in front of him, the tomb hesitated.

At this time, her left eye had already taken the lead in leaving the first tears, and the tears drew a poignant tear stain on her left cheek.

She knew very well that at this moment, the blood cultivation in front of her was just an illusion.

But in her heart, there was an extremely real illusion, she felt that the blood cultivation in front of her was real!

This illusion is too real and stubborn, even if she knows it: it is just an illusion!

That's why there was such a scene here, she wanted to touch the phantom in front of her in person, but just a moment before she was about to touch it, she hesitated......

Because she was afraid to meet the reality, she was afraid that the blood cultivation in front of her was really just an illusion......

After several entanglements, she still put her hand on it......

As expected, her left hand was left empty, and it pierced directly into the phantom's body unimpeded.

At this point, she could no longer contain the emotions in her body, and knelt on her knees full of regret, facing the blood cultivation in front of her body silently in pain.

......

She buried her head in this and cried for a long time...... For a long time......

So long that she didn't even notice that the scene around her had changed again.

It wasn't until she raised her head and looked at the place in front of her with teary eyes that she was supposed to be standing with the Blood Cultivation Phantom, that she realized that she was no longer ......

Not only that, but rather, the whole little world has changed again......

A whole piece of black ...... Once again, it will be the home of this small world.

This time, standing in front of her was herself...... It's the tomb before I met the blood cultivator......

At this moment, she was holding the head of a baby in one hand, her thumb stuck in an eye hole in the little head.

Carrying the body of a baby who had long since died, stained with blood and incomplete limbs, he looked lifelessly at her who was kneeling and crying with a kind of lofty gaze.

At this point, the grave has not yet completely detached itself from its grief, and has not been able to react quickly to what is happening, let alone how to respond to the situation.

Then, the phantom in front of her drew a dagger with his other hand and pounced on her!

After that, she didn't suffer any harm, after all—it was just an illusion that evolved in this small world.

But just this moment, it directly scared her stupid.

For a moment, she seemed to be a little girl who was at a loss.

Then, many bloody memories of the past evolved one after another around her.

Slaughter, abuse, wailing, begging for mercy, weeping, madness!

It seems that the red blood that can drown everything has stained the whole world red.

The overlapping wails and frenzied noises continued to pound the grave like an invader, like a ferocious beast that wanted to devour her alive.

Under such pressure, the tomb could no longer hold on, gritted his teeth, and rushed out of the door.

She came to the clearing outside the hut, and beyond the invisible position here, the deafening noise of the waterfall was weakened like a trickle of water.

This symbolizes the tranquility and peace of the water, and soon it drove away most of the anxiety and fear in her heart, just the bright moon hanging high in the sky......

Invisibly, it cast a layer of cold frost on her heart.

After a moment of calm, she reached the front of the hill and looked down at the town below, which had long since been delighted.

After listening carefully for a long time, there was still nothing around except for the sound of water coming from the waterfall.

For a while, a feeling of helplessness arose in her heart.

After being silent like this for a long time, she still couldn't help but think of Blood Cultivation and her smile.

Unconsciously, she herself inadvertently chuckled.

But laughing and laughing...... She couldn't control her tears again.

I have mixed feelings and thoughts in my heart.

In the end, he had to turn into a sentence: "Blood cultivation, Wen Qiao, I miss you so much...... I really want to ......."