The darkness and silence are like the sea under the night, and there is no sound but it seems to be a dark tide. The outlines of the world are vague and vague, but there is no warm breath.

The fall stopped at some point, Qiu Yan looked at the disappearing iron gate in silence, the darkness surrounded him, rolling silently, and it seemed that there was only a loneliness left between heaven and earth.

At this time, Qiu Yan seemed to be able to hear his own heartbeat.

The surroundings are eerily quiet.

Until, suddenly, there was a slight sound, floating softly from somewhere in the darkness, and it came with the wind.

Somewhere in the darkness, that extremely soft voice, like a sigh, like a call, like an eerie yin spirit, made a creepy whisper in the middle of the night.

Qiu Yan squinted his eyes, looked in the direction of the voice, and slowly stood up.

Under the shadows, there was a black shadow curled up there, and when he heard the sound of Qiu Yan standing up, it seemed to tremble a little, and then slowly raised his head and looked at Qiu Yan who was standing in an inch.

The boundlessness makes the whole world seem as if it is pitch black.

Except for a little light, in that shadow, it was a man, a pair of eyes.

.....

Qiu Yan stood quietly in place, and for a moment, when his gaze met the slightly gentle eye, he even subconsciously held his breath.

He had thought that he had become accustomed to the darkness, that he had melted into the shadows of countless dark nights, that he had seen many, many bloods, hatreds, cruelty, and death, and that he had already thought that his heart would be like a stone, and that there would be no more vulnerability, emotion, sorrow, and the pain that came with it.

He was wrong.

He found out he was wrong.

He slowly squatted down, the muscles of his body tensing up little by little, as if this was the only way to control his body.

In front of him, there was a strong smell of blood, and the corner of his eye swept around, and on the dark road where he came, there was a faint, long line of blood.

It was the painful body rubbing on the ground, and it had experienced the hard and rough sand, leaving blood marks.

Juanya lay in front of him, awake, but for some reason unusually quiet.

Long hair covered her eyes, Qiu Yan was silent, trembling and reaching out to caress her body. There was a little damp and sticky feeling in his hand, and his hand stiffened for a moment, then slowly withdrew and put it in front of his eyes.

In the faint light, between the palms of the fingers, blood slowly flowed, like the cruel smile of the demon in the darkness.

"Peng. With a soft sound, a little firelight lit up in Qiu Yan's hand, illuminating the place in front of him, and also illuminating Juanya in the dark.

It was as if time suddenly intersected in this dark world, returning to the day when he first met in Foshan Town, and the shadow of a gentle and bold girl overlapped with the scene in front of him.

Juanya's appearance was very miserable, there were at least a dozen cut wounds on her body, the flesh and blood were blurred, all over her back and abdomen, and there was hardly a complete skin in sight, it seemed as if she had crawled on these two feet.

The gentle pupils reflected the light of the fire, the only place, unstained, pure.

Between Qiu Yan's teeth, a low and light voice slowly came out.

After a few moments, he threw away the lighter in his hand. The fire was extinguished instantly, darkness poured in, and he stretched out his hands and gently hugged Juanya in the darkness.

Blood flowed down and stained the hem of his clothes, and the blood, which was not too warm, slowly dripped onto his skin. He hugged her tightly, close to his chest.

As if hearing his familiar heartbeat, Juanya raised her head, her soft eyes glinting with a little relief, like a sparkling gem in the night, covering up all her pain.

She struggled to lift up, stretched out her palm, and gently stroked Qiu Yan's cheek. Then she slumped and sank into the darkness.

Constantly reincarnated, the life that seems to be desolate seems to be endless.

.....

A deep red flame ignited in the depths of Qiu Yan's pupils, and at that moment, his entire person's momentum, temperament, and even the breath he breathed suddenly changed.

An indescribable dark aura diffused from his body, and at the same time, as if attracted by the strange and incomparable power, the blood that flowed from his palm, those blood beads and blood droplets, suddenly pulled out a thin line of blood, gently floated, and swept silently only an inch from the ground, following Qiu Yan's finger that seemed to be as heavy as a thousand pounds, dripping downward.

There was a soft sound on the ground, like the morning bell and dusk drum in the ancient mountain temple, echoing faintly.

Qiu Yan's face was as pale as paper at this time, but the flames in his eyes burned more vigorously, and the distorted fireworks even seemed to carry a hint of wildness.

Qiu Yan slowly stood up, and he looked at Juanya quietly.

The red glow in his eyes gradually brightened, like a crystal clear ruby, and like a deep sunset. He slowly looked up at the dark sky.

It seems that there is only darkness left in this world, black, black...

He stood there alone, and the wind was blowing from nowhere, getting tighter and colder.

He looked up at the sky, his silver hair flickering and his red gaze flickering.

Suddenly, he suddenly raised his head, facing the sky, facing the darkness, or facing the cold moon that was invisible but must be hidden high in the sky, and looked up and howled.

"Ahh

.....

But in the next moment, all the illusory shadows disappeared together.

I don't know when, the dark tide turned into day, unscrupulous Zen white, brilliant bright.

In the chaotic light and shadow, there was a familiar old iron gate on the other side of Juanya's disappearance, quietly watching him.

A snort of pain with a hint of unspeakable pain came out of his mouth, though his face was so pale that there seemed to be no trace of blood.