The mirror god was silent for a moment, and suddenly approached me. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info his face instantly occupied my entire field of vision, and two dark eyes stared at me firmly, as if I really had a body.

I was so scared that I quit. Like a rat being toyed with by a cat.

"Why do you want to live like that?" he smirked.

…… Could it be that anyone wanted to die in the first place?

"Human life is so miserable, why do you still want to live?" he chattered.

…… I don't think I'm a "human".

"You're not. You never have been. He laughed, revealing two white and pointed tiger teeth. I can't help but wonder if the cold Fuso is so cruel and sultry when he laughs like Fuso.

By the time I remembered that this guy could "read" my thoughts, and was about to be embarrassed, the mirror god had already begun to laugh nervously: "So your life is more bitter than people." ”

Before I could react, the mirror god waved his sleeves, and the dark wind rose from the black background like a deep hole, blowing me backwards.

I'm ...... You don't have a body?!

The mirror god and Fusang, the figures of one Xuan and one white shrank rapidly, and I knew that I was getting farther and farther away from them. At this time, they were as the mirror god said, vague as a long dusty history, like the murals in the tomb, illuminated by the candle flame that accidentally broke in, vivid and vivid in a moment, and soon regained lifelessness.

"I can only send you here. Get out!" I can't see the face of the mirror god clearly, I can only hear his voice, and from such a distance, he is almost deafening: "Break out of the Kunshan wall and go to the world!"

I was pushed into the darkness by him, as if I had fallen into a bottomless hole, and the wind whistled by, as if countless beasts were screaming.

"Break out of the Kunshan wall and go to the world!"

The tide of pitch black hit me, and I struggled as hard as I could, but there was nowhere to go. Suddenly, I felt a force different from the Xuan Feng from behind me, as if the tide hit the shore and rushed back.

It didn't take long for me to figure out what that was.

A huge rock wall stood there, and I couldn't see the edge when I looked up and down, as if the three thousand worlds had come to an end, and I was like an ant being slapped against the wall by the wind.

The moment I came into contact with the cold stone wall, I was ecstatic. Whether it's a bug or a mouse, I finally no longer have a trace of consciousness floating between heaven and earth, but have my own flesh and blood body.

The joy lasted less than half a second, and the pain exploded like a bone-shattering pain, and I almost wondered if I was evenly crushed against the wall like a mosquito.

The voice of the mirror god faded away, but it reverberated in my chest.

"Break out of the Kunshan wall!"

The stone wall behind me seemed to sense something, and it shook slightly, causing my internal organs to throb and ache. I struggled to move from being clinging to the wall to facing it, only to find that the wall beneath me began to soften, like a swamp that was about to sink me in. I put my hands behind my back, and my fingers were immediately filled with cold, sticky stuff. A fishy smell of decaying corpses erupted.

I turned my face to look, and the foul-smelling mucus immediately covered my mouth and nose. I almost threw up.

Sharp thorns were growing from the slowly wriggling rock face.

I vividly remember the feeling of being nailed to the mural with a long brazing by Thor, and I really didn't want to go through the pain of a sharp weapon piercing my heart a second time. I only have a few breaths of this body, am I going to die?

The smell was so disgusting that it seemed like there was a dead beast lying here, and the days were long, and the corpses were flowing everywhere. I didn't care to think about why the cold, hard stone wall had suddenly turned into sticky thorn armor, and I just held my breath and tried to get my upper body out of the mire.

Apparently I was naïve.

This piece stands on the edge of the world, and it won't let me go so easily.

The stone walls around me wriggled and sucked me in like locusts, and the growing spikes of Bishan slowly dug into my flesh. Blood flowed down the wound, and the sweet smell became stronger.

This time, I wasn't as lucky as the few times I had escaped death, because the divine power in Tsubaki's body didn't come to save me again.

Pain. It hurts. I wanted to laugh.

Laugh! This is my own body! My own! I didn't steal anyone, I had my own flesh and blood!

The pain of the sharp piercing into the flesh was nothing, I cried out, pulling my arm from the stone thorns on the wall. Thick blood flowed down the stone tip and dripped into the endless darkness.

I tried to lift my chest, and I could clearly feel several long stone thorns piercing between my ribs, and as soon as I moved, they slid through the gaps in my internal organs. I didn't want to wait for a moment, and before I could think about the pain it would cause, I quickly lifted my upper body. There was still bright red minced meat in the cracks in the rocks around me, but I was too excited to pay attention to it.

With a hint of morbid pleasure, I almost deliberately tore myself from the stone thorns, even if I was covered in bruises. The foul-smelling mucus seeped into my wound and hurt like pepper water had been injected into my muscles, but I kept tightening my back and lifting myself up. As soon as the muscles tightened, blood poured out of the wounds all over the body. But I didn't dare to stop. I'm afraid that if I stop, even if I just take a breath in the middle of the way, I will be beaten and fainted. I've waited too long. I can't lose. I can't stop.

The stone wall seemed to have life, and my self-mutilating method of getting out of the trap seemed to scare it. It stopped wriggling, and the spikes that had been digging deep into me finally stopped growing.

Such a process may seem like a short moment. To me, it is as long as thousands of years.

Chest, waist, hips, thighs, knees, ankles. Flesh by flesh was torn apart, and I was like an old painting, slowly peeling off the spiky stone wall and falling into the bottomless darkness.

I struggled to look back at the corner of the blood-stained stone wall, and found that the wind was still blowing, stubbornly sending an endless stream of black air to where I was, even after I fell.

Like a hand, through thousands of years of dusty history, awkwardly and gently caressing all the wounds all over my body.

The conceit is like a mirror god, and I have to admit that he can only send me here.

Or maybe it's because he's not here, just like Fuso himself, who has long been nailed to the mural outside by Thor.

This history buried in the walls of Kunshan, I have only seen about a drop in the ocean. What was the whole picture of the matter? Who finally imprisoned the Fusang Emperor? Who used the power left by the ancient Nuwa to establish the Sifang Shentai? Are the various strange behaviors of the dragon god related to this catastrophe? Why did the Queen Mother of the West turn against Fusang? Where did the mirror god come from? What does he have to do with Fusang and me?

The Xuan Wind is blowing, as if the east wind is blowing in the world. In the weightlessness of the constant fall, I finally couldn't hold it anymore and slowly closed my eyes.