The darkness of the night became quiet, the remnants of the rain dripped down the branches of the distant forest, and the air became dry and cold, as if the sky had never rained. The moon far away in the sky finally revealed its strength, shining on the road ahead, and Queyu stepped forward.

Nothing could stop the oracle, especially herself. She had to find the right direction to the mountain house before dawn, and she could torture the girl just now, but her sharp blade was happily brought to the other party, and the body lying on the ground behind her seemed to have long forgotten the struggle and effort of not long ago.

What about powerful enchantments? This woman named Fu Linmei ignores the most important point, and her failure has become inevitable since she staged a desire to capture her husband under the condition of destroying the mask. Queyu likes to quietly reminisce about victory, and reminisce about Fu Linmei's expression after she found that she couldn't make a mask. The previous Yuejiu was also unable to use it again because of the broken mask, but Fu Linmei can't be blamed for not learning a lesson, it can only show that she is too strong.

Walking on a mountain road full of water, Queyu is not very accustomed to it, but with her undead physique, she is fearless, even if it is an enchantment for people. That being said, whenever Queyu's footsteps moved forward, there would be a plural echo at a medium distance behind him, like the sound of wet feet trampling on the mud, and he always followed unhurriedly, never able to shake off.

Before his death or even earlier, the young Queyu might have been afraid to walk at night and flatly rejected any opportunity to make meritorious contributions. However, now Queyu is mature and sophisticated enough, even the Bai family, who is good at yin and yang spells, has been defeated by himself, and what is stronger than ability is ability, which is also the most basic principle of human self-confidence.

Trying not to think about what he heard in his ears, Queyu didn't even have the idea of turning back, not out of fear, but because of lack of interest. As a dead soul, even a stalker can't have it, so it could be the little girl who was killed just now. Thinking like this, Queyu laughed secretly in his heart.

After a few more moments of walking, the divine envoy began to lose his senses, his sense of direction and distance confused by the situation in front of him. Far away, the forest still hides itself, and nothing changes. After the rain stopped, even the air around me was dry and cold, completely contrary to normal conditions. The most direct feature is that since killing the enemy behind him, the strange footsteps have never stopped, of course, this may be due to the echo of Queyu's own non-stop footsteps, or it is not at all.

No matter how stubborn people are, they will look back and observe the dynamics at this time, but Queyu didn't do this, because she is not a living person. Keep moving forward and endure the sound of harassing footsteps in your ears, stubbornly agreeing with your own point of view, so as not to fall into the trap of others. The said trap is exactly how Queyu petrified people. If you trust others and become frustrated and powerless, you will be petrified.

The sound of chirp continued, and the sound was getting closer and closer, and there were a few times when Queyu wanted to stop and glance behind him, but the next second he immediately gave up his thoughts. And he was deeply resentful of his own vacillation. She will never trust others and the outside world, and she will never want to be disturbed, and the road is clearly under her feet.

Queyu deliberately walked to the right this time, she wanted to touch the mountain road on this side to approach the top of the mountain, but it didn't work, the forest was still standing far away in the moonlight, and there was no clue to approach. This has been the case for several days. Now the situation has changed, and when Queyu wants to stop, the footsteps are extremely close, and the original noise of chirp has become an accent of knock knock. After speeding up, this voice was thrown away again, but perseverance can also be used on this sound, as tenacious as Queyu's insistence on not looking back.

Annoying

Queyu, who covered his ears, gained a moment of dullness. It's normal for your ears to whine, but it feels much better. After saying goodbye to the auditory hallucinations, Queyu continued to walk forward in this position, her eyes still staring at the mountain peak and the moon that cast its light in the distance. Suddenly, the sound of a thump rang out again. This time it's on the inside of the ear, it's noisy like playing a drum, and the heavy sound is not something that a little girl can make.

It was too late to say that it was too fast, Queyu heard a vibration inside her brain, and the loud bang was accompanied by a heavy blow, and even her whole body trembled, as if something really hit her. However, when the nervous Queyu put down his hands, the air was still dry and cold, the moonlight dimly illuminated the target opposite, nothing happened, and the sound of impact and slamming from the back did not exist, but when Yiqiē returned to the original point, the footsteps of the bar chirp followed again.

After going through so many things, the original idea of just being troublesome disappeared, and angrily Queyu didn't want to be toyed with, she glared fiercely and waved her head as if she was going to shoot a qiqi behind her. The wind penetrated his ears, whirring and bringing a burst of cold, ominously making his pores stand up and squeezing out sweat, and Queyu naturally decided that what was on his body was just rain.

Her gaze was dark, and the misty night added a veil of mystery to the blackness behind her, turning to the moonlight behind her head casting her own shadow on the ground, nothing else.

Many people like to say that they don't even have hair, but at this moment Queyu hopes to have a few more curls of hair fluttering in the sky, at least then she still has someone to blame, not like at this moment, she loses a qiē goal, and her heart is empty.

In order to confirm the back that was hard to observe, Queyu pulled out his sharp blade, and the moonlight played its pointed tip extremely terrifyingly, but the blade under the moon with such a beauty added a unique beauty. Queyu, who was dressed maturely and sexily like a nightclub singer, adjusted his posture, and then poked the spiked part of the spike into the invisible air in front of him a few times, and the swinging blade made a whining sound.

Disappointingly, there is no expected assassination sound, and there is no sound effect similar to flesh and blood, and it is impossible to poke invisible enemies from the feel alone. Although Queyu couldn't see it, she guessed that the enemy was nearby, maybe it was the shallows over there, maybe it was the gravel coming from here, lurking or waiting invisibly.

Guessing that those things are behind him, it is even more impossible for Queyu to turn around blindly, the blind spot of his back has been unguarded since before, and now he must be more cautious. He continued to walk backwards, but this time he couldn't hear the stalker's footsteps, which greatly deepened Queyu's suspicion that the real enemy was hiding behind him.

Walking backwards does solve a big problem, but unaccustomed actions will eventually make people wrestle, even dead souls can't exist in this world if they don't operate according to the principles of Virgil's summons, which is why the four gods will act as much as they did when they were alive.

After stumbling forward again for some distance, Queyu slowly turned around, first turned and finally looked away, and when the desperate target appeared in front of her again, she began to run, towards the distant mountains. Regardless of the trampling of the wet and soft soil, regardless of the qiē through the grass and trees, even the wind was in the ears regardless of the high-pitched noise of the qiē, and the whimpering wind brought the familiar dong dong mercilessly after only three seconds.

The ghostly invisible man is also following her back with big steps, and sure enough, as long as he faces the target, there will be a creepy threat, although it is said that he has become an undead fearless, but Queyu still can't resist his heart, and running quickly has set off a new round of psychological oppression, the darkness is suddenly approaching, the moonlight has become dim, and the target is playfully getting farther and farther away from the fingers stretched out in front of Queyu, and it will leak through the fingernails if you don't pay attention.

The unscientific darkness around him fell like raindrops, and Queyu's frantic running immediately caused his body to be weak, and he clearly said that he was undead? Queyu, who didn't have time to doubt, was unwilling to stop, because she was very stubborn, as long as she could reach the legendary correct mountain path at hand, she would definitely succeed.

The rain kept falling, the temperature was not harmonious, and the cold rain was so unforgiving that it bit Fu Linmei's cheek, making the girl's skin hurt like a knife. Suddenly, her eyelashes fluttered, imperceptible in the dense rain, until she suddenly opened her eyes. The girl struggled to prop up her upper body, and she carefully avoided the weapon on her back and stood up.

The murder weapon wanted to stab himself to death a few minutes ago, but its owner Queyu was standing in the rain at the moment, and the strength to protect the mature woman became weaker, and the rain caressed the mature breasts without exception. Fu Linmei endured the pain and discomfort and touched her cheeks, and some transparent film peeled off, she walked forward and stroked Queyu, who was motionless like a statue.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, underestimating the fate of my enchantment. No one has ever told you that my enchantment is ineffective against an undead like you, especially when Miss Ben crystallizes the masquerader's power. Ridiculous woman, you actually think that you broke my mask, not that I cleansed itself. If you use the enemy's helplessness to influence the enemy, then my enchantment, through its own improvement, completely uses your stubborn spiritual power as a bond to bind you. ”

Fu Linmei jokingly stroked Queyu's cheeks, the supple and unbelievable body was actually a spirit body, and it was impossible for a living person to become so beautiful. She didn't know what happened to Queyu when she fell into her illusion, but it was absolutely impossible for that woman to be redeemed, Fu Linmei said kissed at the other party's ear: "The goal is not there, no matter how stubborn you are, it's the same." ”

The spirit form of Queyu turned into a cloud of gray-white mist and disappeared, and the resentful spirit, which was originally composed of the attachment of longing, was applied a constantly tangled illusion, and now it has fallen into a different dimensional space that is even more inextricable, and perhaps inexplicably even Fu Linmei doesn't know which hell this guy has gone to.