The sky swirled, and there was no color around but darkness. There was a whispering voice in his ears, like someone lying on his shoulder and whispering, and like a shout from afar.

Ming Chuan tried to hear these sounds clearly, but no matter how hard he tried, he could only hear a few staccato syllables, not sentences at all.

He didn't know if he was awake or in a coma, his head seemed to be filled with lead, and he couldn't lift it so heavily that his neck was sore and he couldn't breathe.

The eyelids of both eyes also seemed to be glued together, and they couldn't be opened.

Or is his eyes open right now?

The whispers around him became more and more intense, and the speed of his speech became faster and faster, as if a group of people were surrounding him, chanting scriptures in his ears that he did not understand.

Ming Chuan felt that he was about to be driven crazy by these voices.

His heart became more and more restless, and he desperately wanted to move his body, but the more he struggled and strived, the more his body couldn't move.

He was holding his breath in his heart, and he just wanted to scream.

The surrounding sounds became more noisy at this point, and the murmurs became louder and more chaotic. In the midst of a cacophony of sounds, Mingchuan heard two syllables, two syllables that he was familiar with.

Kaguya.

In the midst of these voices, someone is shouting Kaguya's name.

Who is this voice calling? Is it calling Kaguya who he killed before? Or is it calling other Kaguya?

Speaking of which, I feel like I've been caught in the cracks.

No, he wasn't involved, he reached some kind of agreement with Gao Shanjing, and he took the initiative to jump into the gap in space.

So, are you in the ghost world now? Or are you stuck in the crack space?

It should be in the ghost world, their plan went smoothly, but they couldn't rescue Li Yanchen, Xu Ai and Gong Xiaoyue, which made him feel very regretful, but in other aspects, it was basically going according to his and Gao Shanjing's expectations. Even Wei Zitang's actions they had guessed some.

If this is the ghost world, then this voice is not Kasaya in the ghost world? The exorcist who infiltrated the ghost world in the body of a living person hundreds of years ago? Could it be that this legendary exorcist is nearby?

Ming Chuan wanted to hear clearly which direction the sound was coming from, so he gathered all his thoughts, focused on the surrounding murmurs, and carefully searched for the sound.

It was as if he was working against him, but when he listened closely, the voice disappeared.

This time Ming Chuan was not in a hurry, he became quiet, listening carefully to the sounds around him, and at the same time carefully feeling everything around him.

Gradually, the sensation became clearer.

Everything around me became much clearer, I could distinguish familiar syllables from the murmuring sounds, I could feel the cold temperature from my surroundings, and I could smell the faint fishy smell and sweet fragrance from my breath.

Wait, breathe?

Can he still breathe?

Does this mean that he is still ......

"Mingchuan...... Lord Mingchuan!"

There seemed to be his name mixed in with the murmurs around him.

"Kaguya, Kaguya, Kaguya-sama ......"

And Kaguya's name.

By the way, Kaguya is also her own name. I'm Kaguya.

Is it Akegawa? or Kaguya?

Who are you?

"Does it matter who you are, does your name represent everything you are, or is it just a name?"

A voice rang out from the murmur around her, and it seemed to come straight out of her head.

The voice was familiar, he had heard it before, not so long ago, he was ......

So is he Mingchuan or Kaguya?

Or, is it no one?

What do you ......

"Lord Mingchuan!"

Ming Chuan slowly opened his eyes, and what caught his eye was a strange-looking face.

This face is not ugly, the facial features are very delicate and three-dimensional, and a pair of dark eyes look very deep, making people unable to see the bottom at a glance. The straight bridge of the nose is like a knife carving, dividing the whole face in two, and below the bridge of the nose, the thin lips have a faint pink, and this is the only color on this face.

The reason for the strangeness of this face is not the beautiful facial features, but the pale white paper-like skin, and the eyebrows, eyes, and hair that are pitch-black like ink.

Speaking of hair, this man's hairstyle is also very strange. His hair was long, almost waist-down, black as a thick cloud of ink, ready to merge with the shadows and darkness of his surroundings at any moment. At the same time, this long hair is very stiff, completely untouched, and looks more like the mane of a wild horse that has not been groomed all year round.

With such a face and such a "hair", how awkward it looks. Coupled with the expression on his pale face that was about to cry,

Seeing that Ming Chuan opened his eyes at this time, this face suddenly burst into tears and smiled, and pressed down from the top of his head towards his face.

Ming Chuan only felt a feeling of nausea in his chest, raised his hand and punched it in the face, and then, he heard a "poof" sound......

A few minutes later, Ming Chuan stood on the cold, hard ground, shook his hands and feet, and moved his neck.

After the whole body stretched out and felt comfortable, then turned his head to look at the surrounding environment.

Surrounded by a wasteland, it looks like the Gobi Desert in the present, with undulating ground and scattered plants. It's just that the plants here are different from the current world, and they look more like clusters of octopuses rooted in the ground, stretching their tentacles in all directions.

I definitely don't want to touch those "plants". Ming Chuan said secretly in his heart.

The color of the land here is gray, with different shades, from almost white in light areas to almost dark in deep places.

The sky was also pitch black, covered with layers of thick clouds, rolling overhead, feeling so close to you that you could bury your palms in the clouds with just a lift of your hand.

From time to time, a bolt of lightning would emerge from the tumbling clouds, and as far as the eye could see, the whole wasteland would be filled with lightning and thunder.

Mingchuan is well aware that these clouds are not really clouds, or rather, not "clouds" in the general sense. These "clouds" are actually ghost qi, which are the accumulation of ghost energy, condensed together, and form a vast area of "dark clouds", and those lightning bolts are some frictional currents generated after the energy is gathered.

There was no end in sight to the wasteland, and as far as the eye could see, between the clouds and the ground, several slender tornadoes were still raging, and there were no active "creatures" or ghosts in sight other than them.

"It's weird. Ming Chuan looked at the scenery in front of him and muttered to himself, "There shouldn't be a so-called sun here, and I haven't seen any light sources around, how can I see it so clearly?"

After speaking, Ming Chuan turned his head, looked at the "person" squatting aside, and said impatiently: "When are you going to cry?"