As soon as Mu Xuehu stayed in the cellar and sat for a long time, he became groggy, even his iron body could not withstand such a toss. {We don't write novels, we're just online text porters - Mu Xuehu's head sank and his eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't speak...... Wait a minute. Heavy doesn't like words?!

Mu Xuehu suddenly stirred, but found that his entire body was paralyzed and unable to move.

If it were other people, he might only think that it was because his body was too tired and he wouldn't be frightened, but because this paralyzed person was Mu Xuehu, this situation of not being able to move made him even more flustered.

This is something that has never been done before, and this kind of physical movement cannot be more terrifying than the chaos of consciousness, and this situation is ...... It's as if time has stood still.

I don't know how long it took in the dark, and when Mu Xuehu was already beginning to doubt whether he was still alive, there was a shouting sound outside, and the voices of the vendors gradually became louder: "Eh! Sir! Inside please! ”

"Gu Liang, I see that you have a hexagram in your life...... Don't go, girl! ”

"Ahem, ahem...... How long will I live? I'll give ...... as much as I want......

Mu Xuehu's body trembled, opened his eyes suddenly, his breathing was a little short, and cold sweat broke out on his body, this place was too weird.

Mu Xuehu calmed down, thought carefully, and his eyes fell on the ants that were constantly crawling on the ground, and his gaze gradually became cold—the time in this place is cyclical. Every time you reach a point, you start all over again......

Then when these people reach this point, they will turn into yellow sand, so ...... These people are not really beings, so are they souls? Is it a hallucination? Still is...... Coming to a strange place again?

Mu Xuehu heard a sound in the cellar, and when he looked up, he saw that it was the kind-looking old woman.

Mu Xuehu jumped, carrying Qianqiu Yi, and jumped directly into the cellar, according to the speed of dressing herself before, this grandmother's cultivation is much higher than herself, not to mention that she is a demon cultivator, if she is exposed, she doesn't know how she died, and maybe she will be trapped in this place for the rest of her life.

Thinking of this possibility, and thinking that he would turn into a pinch of yellow sand, Mu Xuehu couldn't help but stand up.

The old grandmother didn't embarrass Mu Xuehu, but simply explained that she found that the world she was in was actually a place that had already died, just a small space.

This space exists only because many people here stubbornly believe that they are still alive, especially since this is still a place where wars are constantly raging, and resentment is accumulating day by day, and neither side has won or lost, nor does it realize that they are dead. It's just repetitive, fighting.

Mu Xuehu was a little surprised, this kind of space tearing and being closed has never been recorded, but after thinking about it, there are probably not many people who have this kind of 'adventure', and even if there are, eighty percent of them have died in this place.

If it weren't for the fact that I had seen these prosperity turn into yellow sand in the blink of an eye, someone would have told him that he had such a place, and he would only laugh, laughing at that person who was so simple, and such a mysterious thing would be made up, which would be ridiculous.

But unfortunately, this 'simple' person happens to be himself.

If he really said that, then the outside world must not be able to interfere with this place, if he wanted to go out...... I had to break it from the inside, I had to help one side win, and I had to go back to that, some warm place