"Oh, no!"

The Fit was a little hard to believe, especially for what I said.

"Don't believe it, it's true."

I looked at him for sure, afraid he wouldn't believe it.

"But I don't remember it at all."

The Fit had sincerity in his eyes, and it didn't look like he was joking with me at all.

"Anyway, be careful, don't let anything happen again."

I opened my mouth to comfort me, and cautiously glanced at it again.

This look, I was a little stunned, once I rubbed my eyes and looked, I was anxious,

Desperately ran towards that place.

"Wang Ying, Wang Ying, what's wrong with you?"

The Fit grabbed me, but I didn't look back, I don't think there was room for anyone else in my eyes at the moment, only the person standing and smiling at me.

Still like that, he smiled at me, so kind, so gentle, as if he had returned to the beginning.

"Father's ......"

I shouted hard, some things I would rather believe in the illusion even if I knew it was not true, and at this time I also wanted to completely bury myself in the illusion, if what was in front of me was really an illusion, then let it continue!

"Wang Ying, that's not your father, you should be sober."

The Fit's voice rang in my ears again.

"No, that's my father."

With tears in my eyes, I continued to crawl on the pile of bones in the direction of my father, and at this moment I thought that nothing could stop me, and I must see the father who loved me since I was a child.

"That's not."

Fit didn't know why I called my father to a place in the pile of bones, but he just opened his mouth to deny it, wanting me to sober up, but what about me? I had a thought in my heart that nothing and no one could want to see my father the most at this moment.

I continued silently with my hands, unintentionally looking at the Fit beside me.

Seeing that Fit ignored me, he was also anxious in his heart for a while, after all, he was about to walk up to the White Bone Mountain, what I couldn't see didn't mean he couldn't see it, he was extremely anxious in his heart, and I just continued to chase my father's figure.

"Father, don't go ......"

When he was about to touch his father's figure, he turned and walked towards a place. I hurriedly opened my mouth to call, hoping that he would turn to look at me, and I would be content with even a response, but he didn't, leaving me with only a gust of wind blowing from nowhere.

"Don't go, don't go, father."

I fell to my knees in agony, my eyes filled with tears, everything in front of me began to blur, and my father was gone.

The feeling of suffering from gain and loss instantly hit my heart, as if I was still in front of the gate of heaven one moment, and this moment I fell into hell entirely.

"Wang Ying, are you okay?"

Fit reached out to pull me from the side, but I refused, I was still pursuing, maybe I couldn't accept the fact that my father had left me in the first place.

Blindly chasing but never being able to find it, where is it, I really don't know, the last trace of hope in my heart also faded when the figure disappeared, what was left behind?

I didn't know, so I could only stand there stunned, looking at the empty space in the distance.

"Wang Ying, wake up quickly, it's just an illusion."

My body was shaken by someone, who was there, I opened my eyes suddenly, and then I regained my consciousness again, it turned out that it was just an illusion, but was it really just an illusion?

I wanted to laugh a little bit, laughing at how vulnerable I was. I also want to cry, cry why I am so stupid, obviously my father died in front of my eyes, why is it so easy to believe in this ethereal illusory figure in front of me, I am completely tired, tired and want to sleep, I just don't want to face the world in front of me anymore.

But what can it be, for this world, living people can only choose to face it.

"Alas!"

I sighed deeply, and when I raised my eyes to look at the fit in front of me, I became more and more idle.

"It's okay, let's continue to look for the Demon Heart!"

My voice was low, as if all my strength had been drained.

"You're really okay, aren't you?"

Fit was obviously a little unconvinced, and his eyes were full of worry.

"It's okay, let's keep walking! If I'm correct, there's something ahead. ”

I don't know how I know that, but I can feel it faintly.

"Don't feel it, the thing is sitting in the clearing in front of it."

Fit's voice was a little quieter, and he stretched out his hand and pointed to an open mouth.

"What?"

I looked in the direction he was pointing, and I saw nothing.

"That's it, that."

Fit was a little anxious, and his voice was slightly louder.

"Xiaoying, get out of here, it's dangerous there."

Suddenly I heard this voice in my ears, it was very familiar, I could hear it, it was my father's voice.

"Father, is that you?"

I couldn't help but open my mouth and look around to find the familiar figure, but I couldn't see anything.

"Xiaoying, don't look for it, you can't see me, you must know that my father is only one person who has left, but somehow he has stayed in this world, maybe there is some kind of power here! But it's dangerous here, you should leave, don't stay here. ”

My father's slightly helpless voice sounded in my ears again, and I heard tears like rain, I was really a child who did not let people worry, and even at this time I could not reassure my father, but I always had a question in my heart, that is, what kind of relationship my father had with Seventh Street, and what kind of relationship I had with Seventh Street, all of this seemed to be a mystery, a mystery that my father knew but did not have time to tell me.

The voice of inquiry was about to come out, and I couldn't help it, and opened my mouth with tears.

"Father, what kind of place is it in Seven Streets?"

“……”

My father seemed to be silent, and I stared into the distance as if my father were standing in front of me.

"Wang Ying, are you evil again?"

The fit beside me pulled me in fear.

"No, just talking to my father."

I replied calmly while waiting for my father's reply.

Fit was silent, looking at me silently, like a madman.

I didn't explain, I just continued to wait in silence, if it was really my father, he would give me an answer.

"Xiaoying, I don't know much about Seventh Street, but someone once said that you can't go to that place, so you have to remember that you should never go to Seventh Street unless you have to......"

My father's words lingered in my ears, and tears flowed unconsciously, and I knew that my father was gone, and this might be the last time he would talk to me.

But I laughed, and that was it, and it would be nice to see my father again.

But I cried again, and my heart was broken, as if again

I experienced the loss of my loved ones......