The screech of the wind changed suddenly.

The originally monotonous sound of the wind seems to have been broken down into countless syllables. At first glance, these syllables may sound like a variety of syllables, but gradually, they seem to join together into strange and mysterious sentences, and they are drilling into the ears of Gordon and Sinbad.

"Black ...... One day, everywhere is ...... Desperate walking corpses, torn apart...... Filthy self, in the grave...... is the purest. ”

"My ...... and my father's Baby, ...... by mom Chopped and buried in front of the house...... Under the dead tree, in the middle of the night...... It climbed into my bed and snickered. ”

"Lying in an ice coffin, I had blood in my mouth...... Kiss your wife until she grows day by day...... Glamour heads. ”

The further Gordon ran, the more he understood the wind. They trembled nervously, like a resentful woman, struggling to suppress their cries in the middle of the night

At some point, Gordon's lips squirmed, and the sound of sobbing came out of his throat, slender and bitter, as if it had become part of the wind. "I cut it every night...... chest, in exchange for a fresh ...... ...... heart," he said, his almost distorted face full of joy.

The fangs flashed with a frosty glow.

Gordon's heart was shocked, like waking up from a dream. At this moment, there was a stabbing pain in his neck, and he was being tightly pinched by two miserable white bone claws. It was Sinbad, who was lying on Gordon's back, with a strange expression, as if he was smiling, and making a terrible and gloomy voice.

"Sinbad," Gordon shouted, grabbing the bone claw with his backhand and throwing Sinbad off his back. At this moment, Gordon caught a glimpse of the boy's flesh and blood from the neck down to disappear, leaving only a white skeleton.

"Bang" Gordon slapped Sinbad several times, and the boy shook for a while, his lips closed, and then blinked in confusion.

Gordon saw the flesh on him reappear.

"Mr. Ghoul, I see you turn into a demon" Sinbad pushed Gordon away and glared at him with a look of horror.

Just as Gordon was about to answer, he heard the sound of weeping water. The gloom sounded, slender and mournful, seeping in from the sand and mist in all directions.

It's as if those weepings are just the sound of running water.

He was shocked to find himself and the boy standing on the shore of the lake, the emerald blue of which was like a bewitching ice diamond, crystal clear and sparkling with seductive light.

Before he knew it, Gordon's boots had been soaked by the cold water of the lake.

He looked around and saw two stiff figures looming on the other side of the lake, as if shrouded in mist. One after the other, they walked towards the lake, their postures as rigid as puppets.

"Tracy freckles," Gordon shouted, but he couldn't hear himself at all, as if swallowed by the sound of the lake.

The figure in front of her was silent, wading into the lake, which gradually submerged her ankles, calves, and thighs...... And she was unconscious, step by step towards the depths of the lake.

"Stay here and don't move," Gordon gestured to Sinbad, scurrying along the lakeshore and around the other side.

The lake is still surrounded by the boundless desert, barren and empty, with no grass. The sand was like a miserable white bone meal, but it did not rise when it was blown by the wind, like a cold skin, sticking to the ground.

By the time Gordon arrived, the figure in front of her was getting smaller and smaller, the lake was over her chest, and her long hair was spreading out like a steaming mist. The figure behind also followed suit, walking into the lake, like a ghost who had lost his life.

"Whoosh" Gordon waved his hand and unleashed a non-toxic thistle terrestris, which swept over the lake, hitting the shoulder of the figure in front of him. She froze, her shoulders twitching violently, as if struggling to turn around. But her legs could not control herself, and she still walked forward, letting the lake flow a little bit down her neck.

Gordon's eyes flashed, and he slammed into the lake. There was no splashing, and the surface of the water was as smooth as an eerie mirror. In an instant, he saw his reflection in the water.

The reflection is clear and lifelike, and the bubbles from the breath are bubbling up.

Looking at each other, Gordon under the water and him showed a humanized expression of surprise at the same time. He couldn't help but think for a while, which one is me?

If the lake is suspended in the air, then Gordon under the water may be the real self. And this Gordon, who swam into the lake, is just his lost mind.

The thought of this turned upside down, and he realized that he was actually under the water, looking up at the emerald blue lake above.

"Mr. Ghoul" "Gordon" "Wake up" Sinbad, Freckles, and Tracey were standing beside him, tugging hard and trying to wake him up.

Everything I had just experienced was like a dream.

Don't be surprised by Gordon, his wind holes can breathe freely, where do the blisters come from?

The image of the reflection exhaling a bubble suddenly comes into view.

Eye to eye, he returned to the surface of the water again, staring at the reflection below.

The reflection's eyes glowed with resentment, and his arms reached out, grabbing Gordon's throat. At the same time, Gordon's arm involuntarily choked the reflection in the exact same posture.

Both sides exerted strength at the same time, and at the same time, regardless of size, fast or slow, and Gordon and the reflection's necks creaked together.

"Save-save-save-save" On the magic tree, the cicada sensed the crisis of its master and anxiously wanted to run out, but was dragged by her father-in-law.

"It's useless, if you go out, you will also encounter your own reflection." The father-in-law's eyes flashed, and his obscene face showed a rare solemnity.

The blood vessels on the side of Gordon's neck burst open, and the skin turned purple-red. Because of the wind holes, he will not suffocate, but his neck will be choked alive. He drove the fangs, and the cold light shone through, and his reflection twisted in the frosty light, shattered and restored, never to be annihilated.

As long as Gordon is in the lake, the reflection will not disappear.

Gordon tried to leap up and rush out of the water, but the cold and gloomy waters of the lake turned into invisible hands and grabbed him firmly.

An eerie smile flashed across Reflection's face, and Gordon slowly sank while Reflection slowly rose, both approaching at the same time.

Gordon suddenly realized that the moment he was strangled to death, he would be replaced by a reflection, and the other party would become the real Gordon, and his body would be reduced to a reflection and sink to the bottom of the lake until he found a new body.

The surface of the lake broke silently, and the two Gordons seemed to merge into one.

Gordon clearly felt the heavy shadow of death, and at this moment, his spirit rose with astonishing momentum, climbing to the peak of the excitement of life

He is never afraid of death, he only needs the strongest stimulation

The moment the foreheads of the two sides collided, the dark side of Gordon's spiritual world opened