Half an hour ago.

"Damn, what the hell is this, do you want anyone to live!" Furukawa let out a heroic roar as he ran around with his head scarred.

Furukawa is avoiding the pursuit, the shadow-like maggot possessed by the pursuit.

Since entering this world, Furukawa has found that his spirit patterns have completely disappeared, and the connection with Taiyue and several spiritual weapons has been completely severed, and he can only flee like an ordinary person.

In Furukawa's perception, about an hour ago, he was wandering around the open land, trying to find an exit.

In his mind, he had already concluded that he had entered a hallucination. However, it stands to reason that once a person in the illusion realizes that what he encounters is an illusion, as long as he does not deliberately stay in the illusion, then the illusion will be invalid, just like when he encountered a thousand illusion dream butterflies before.

However, Furukawa has not seen any changes until now, it is still a silent night, an empty land, and a bright moonlight.

Furukawa realized that this was more than just a fantasy, but he had no choice but to look around to see if anything he could find.

And what made Furukawa even more puzzled was when he fell into this illusion, as soon as he entered the hall, he was already very careful, and directly ran the power of the heavenly machine to the maximum, but he still didn't notice it.

Although after the cultivation of the Dao of Heavenly Machines is successful, it will be released passively, and there is no need to deliberately operate it at all, but if it is urged by itself, it will be much more sensitive.

After entering this place, Furukawa also deliberately ran the way of heaven, but his perception was very hazy, and he only felt that he was very depressed in his heart, and he seemed to be surrounded by a group of people, which made people very uncomfortable.

It's like a deer isolated in a hunter's circle.

Ever since he had this strange and oppressive feeling, Furukawa couldn't stand still and desperately wanted to go.

Although I don't know the direction, I just have a desire to walk around, like a fly locked in a cup, flying desperately, hitting the wall of the cup without stopping.

Passing through a few more dense grasses, Furukawa suddenly heard the sound of playing in the water, and his footsteps couldn't help but slow down, looking around, trying to find the source of the sound.

It was the first time he'd heard anything else since he came in.

The pace under his feet quickened, and Furukawa followed the sound to find it.

The sound of playing in the water became clearer and clearer, and with the delicate laughter of a woman's silver bell, Furukawa felt that the string in his heart was shaken.

After looking around and finding that there was no danger, Furukawa hurriedly found a relatively thick tree, hid behind it, and cautiously stuck out his head to find out.

"!" Furukawa's pupils suddenly widened a lot, and he exclaimed in his heart, feeling that his heart was instantly agitated, and his qi and blood were surging, as if he had been slapped solidly and suffered internal injuries.

As the saying goes, there are many beauties by the stream.

What Furukawa saw was the back of a woman bathing in a lake, and a stack of gorgeous clothes was randomly stacked on the shore, like a cicada garment from a fairy.

Furukawa felt that the pile of clothes looked a little familiar.

I saw that the woman scooped up a handful of water with her hand from time to time, raised it above her head, and poured it all over her body, waving her wet hair from time to time, setting off bursts of splashes, and from time to time there were a few chuckles, which were fascinating.

It is true: if the shoulders are cut, the waist is about to be plain, the neck is extended, the quality is dewed, the fragrance is not added, and the lead is Huafu Yu. Furukawa watched from the sidelines, flushing all over his body and burning himself.

After signing a contract with Purgatory, Furukawa cut off his emotions, and once he was emotional, he would go mad at least and explode and die. But there are two exceptions to this, and on the contrary, these two emotions can be infinitely amplified, namely hatred and desire.

There are two of the most common and yet only two emotions in purgatory.

Furukawa stared at the shadow tightly, trying to get a glimpse of her face, his mouth was dry, and his lower abdomen felt burning.

The sound of tinkling dong water kept coming, stirring Furukawa's heartstrings, making him itch, and the originally weird and terrifying atmosphere became hot.

"Goo!" Furukawa swallowed heavily, and the sound of gurgling resounded in the world, extremely abrupt.

"Hehe, Furukawa, you've been watching people for so long, why can't you come back. The provocative language came from the woman's side, and the voice was crisp.

Furukawa felt a little soft all over his body, as if he had been hit by that voice.

"No, how does she know my name. Furukawa realized something, and instantly became vigilant, and his fiery emotions gradually eased, and a bad feeling arose.

"Hehe, how could I not know your name, we all came together all the way. The woman seemed to know what Furukawa was thinking, smiled softly, and slowly turned around.

"How can it be you!" Furukawa seemed to be hit by an electric current, his whole body was paralyzed, his eyes were wide, and his face was incredible.

The woman in front of her turned out to be Huo Yue'er!!She was looking at Gu Chuan with a playful face, with a mocking look at the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.

Furukawa was shocked in his heart, he finally understood why the clothes on the shore were a little familiar, that is, the clothes she wore when he and Huo Yue'er first met.

"Not good!" Furukawa secretly screamed, turned around and ran, completely ignoring Huo Yue'er's slightly immature but beginning to take shape.

Huo Yue'er had already walked slowly to the shore at this time, and the skin on her body was exposed inch by inch.

Looking at the figure of Furukawa fleeing in panic, Huo Yue'er smiled slightly, and walked to the shore unhurriedly, naked, soaking wet, a few drops of water slid down the graceful body curve, dripping on the grass, leaving a dark shadow, disappearing.

Furukawa gasped for air, his hands pressed to his knees, half-crouched, and his face looked panicked.

He had been running for a long time, but "Huo Yue'er" hadn't caught up yet, and her slightly mocking smile was wrapped around Furukawa's heart like a nightmare.

Of course, Furukawa wouldn't think she was Huo Yue'er, after all, she had nothing in common except that she looked a little similar.

But Furukawa doesn't know who she really is, and judging by her behavior and appearance, it is most likely a ghost, a ghost who lives in this space.

"Furukawa, don't you want me?" came the teasing voice, as if a magic voice had entered his brain.

As soon as Furukawa turned around, Huo Yue'er stood naked not far behind him, the cold wind blowing, and her hair flying.

To be precise, Huo Yue'er was floating there, her jade feet off the ground, and her beautiful eyes were seductive and full of aggression.

The feeling of danger swept through the whole body, and it was generally only when his life was at stake that Furukawa would feel like this.

Furukawa didn't say a word, turned around, walked on his almost weak legs, and ran again.

Huo Yue'er laughed coquettishly, and followed behind Gu Chuan without hurrying, the distance between the two was as if it had been accurately calculated, and it had never changed, not a single point, not a little more.

This is the scene where Furukawa is hunted down, and the moonlight is sprinkled, as if a poignant elegy is playing.

Furukawa gasped, this was the first time Furukawa had experienced a feeling more painful than death, the feeling of being in an endless chase with no end in sight.

Feelings of despair!

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A Chinese Ghost Story is a sense of sight.

I believe that male compatriots can distinguish between desire and affection.