Let's say that the woman led the boy slowly, and the plain white oil-paper umbrella was fainted a little white in the dense forest, which smeared the gloomy atmosphere along the way. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info seems to have come to another world, the sound of insects and birds has disappeared, and the eyes are full of old wood Kudo, and the bottom of my heart is flooded with the years from time to time, and it is not as indifferent as the old tree.

The sound of the heartbeat was extraordinarily roaring, "Knock knock knock!" "Jumped seven times, and returned to calm;" Knock knock knock! "I jumped six times, and then I was calm again. In this dark and isolated environment, all the subtleties will be magnified, and an emotion will be swept to the embankment. It is silent, but looks at you with a sneer; You don't say it, but you empty your heart.

The waist-high grass stretched vigorously among the trees, obsessively upward, trying to break free from the snare of dense leaves and branches. The scar on the trunk of the tree mocked and mocked like a human face......

"Mother, it's so scary quiet here." The boy said crisply. As if in response to him, it was a silent mockery, a mockery of life's struggle.

"In a quiet place, you have to look at yourself with your heart and lungs, and you will hate yourself heartbreakingly." The woman glanced at the surrounding scenery, as if there was some kind of horror hidden behind it, and said calmly, "'Nine Deaths, One Life, Seven Emotions Abyss' is not only for mortals, but also for those who cultivate and seek truth for my generation. Xiaoqing, go a little further, and you will know why it is said to be 'nine deaths and one life'! Even if it's just close to the Seven Feelings Abyss, it's a test for anyone. ”

After speaking, the woman held the boy's hand tightly, and Pear Vortex said with a smile, "With my mother here, I will only go to the Seven Feelings Abyss steadily." ”

"Hmm!" The boy looked at the woman with a look of trust in his eyes.

The woman swayed back and forth and took the boy's hand, and the boy trotted to follow, and the woman's laughter broke the silence around her like a big bead falling on a jade plate. Somehow, the stems of the old Kuto branches and leaves shrank like goosebumps, and no one saw them, but a few fallen leaves swirled and fell to the ground, trying to say something, but they disappeared as soon as they touched the ground. The branches that fall off the leaves grow new leaves, and the general size is generally color. Maintain the appearance before death, maintain the past tolerance.

Looking for the direction where the laughter is fading away, there is another scene in front of me. Compared with the previous silence, there are more colors and more "anger". The old trees are still clustered, and the grass is still flowing from time to time. The leaves are not so dense, and the branches are thicker. The sunlight rushed into this dark and dark space through the gaps between the leaves, which should have brought warmth and warmth, but I never thought that this strange atmosphere and deep dizziness and confusion appeared. There were more angular stones in the grass, the big ones were more than a man tall, and the small ones were about the size of a watermelon. It's lying around haphazardly, but it's a place that can be found at a glance, as if it is specially taught to be seen.

As soon as the scenery changed, the pace slowly slowed down and changed to fragments.

The woman looked at the front of her with a bright and light smile, her eyes shining with essence, and she didn't have to think about the past that was worth remembering. muttered:

"Not much has changed, the same as before, but I don't know if there are more 'people'?"

"People? Mother, what about the seven loves? ......" The boy looked around in astonishment, hoping that the stones would give him the answer he wanted, and said firmly, "There is no ditch, where can I see the abyss!"

After speaking, she turned her head to look at the woman, and the woman said apologetically: "You will be wrong...... Take a few more steps and you'll understand. ”

The boy walked with small steps, his eyes were blazing, and he did not let go of any wind and grass, even if the wind did not blow the grass and did not move. After walking a distance, I really found something new. In the distance, something seemed to be hanging from a tree branch.

The boy pointed to the tree in the distance and said hurriedly, "Mother, look." There seems to be something hanging there. After speaking, he didn't forget to pull the woman and walk forward hurriedly.

From a distance, I only know that it is a vertical shape. When I got closer, I realized that it was a person, and his clothes were fresh. A white silk strip was tied on the erection, and the hair was scattered in front of him. The white silk hung on the tree without a trace of loosening, and gently, the tree seemed to bear nothing.

If you look closely, there is a stone under your feet that is quietly waiting a step away. Only sticking out of the sleeve is a pair of white bone hands, and there is a wrench on the fingers, green and weird. The neck is also deep in white bones, and it is even more miserable with white silk.

"Dead ...... Person...... This, this, this ......," the boy said tremblingly, shaking the woman's hand vigorously.

"Hmm. There's another "person", there wasn't this before. The woman said with a hint of sorrow, looked at the boy, and said again. Isn't it strange why Niang called this 'dead man' a 'human'? ”

The boy froze down, and then couldn't wait to say: "My mother just replied that I was a dead person, but how could I ......?"

The woman didn't rush to answer, but blew into the white bones, and the black hair that blocked her face suddenly rose up. I thought it was a hollow eye socket and a miserable white skull, but it was a living face. The face was full of pain, and the eyes rolled upwards as if they were about to rush out. The tongue sticks out, the elder grows, and his eyebrows are tightly squeezed towards his nose.

"How so...... It's obviously white bones, but it's ......" The boy shook his head as if he didn't believe the facts in front of him.

"He is dead, but he retains the last struggle on his face...... In this place close to the Seven Feelings Abyss, it's all like this. Everyone who commits suicide will retain their last expression in the world, or a smile after liberation, or a painful struggle, or a disdainful self-deprecation, or an ignorant yearning, or a quiet reminiscence......" The woman said slowly, the more hurried she became, and then said with a bit of mockery, "Just these weird white bone corpses in this dense forest, the Red Dust Pavilion must not be classified as a decent family. But the disciples are not obedient, and the devil does not recognize them as fellow believers. It's ridiculous to think about. ”

The boy looked at the white bone corpse, thinking that there were more such strange life and death situations behind, and he couldn't help but feel a little hairy in his heart. He shook his head and drove away those terrifying thoughts. Then I heard the woman say, "Hongchen Pavilion is not recognized by the two realms of good and evil", and somehow there was a little correspondence in my heart.

"Mother, if you are willing to send me here to cultivate, it is always for my sake, and there must be a reason for you." The boy's words brought a ray of light to this gloomy place.

"It's good to understand. I thought Xiaoqing would cry and stop crying......" The woman said with a smile, her eyes turned sideways with a shifting look.

"No...... Crying nose! My mother underestimated me. ”

"Good, good. That's a mother underestimating you, okay. ”

"Hmm. My mother knows that she underestimates me. Let's go, it's hard to imagine what the Seven Feelings Abyss will be!? ”

"It won't take long to see. Let's go. ”

The woman took the boy's hand and walked forward step by step, and the boy walked forward step by step with the woman's knot.

The bright white bone corpse was slowly left behind, and even if he wanted to keep it, it was only a silent pain. Life and death fit together like this, and each of them is inseparable. If that mouth can still speak, I don't know what kind of story it will be.

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