When he woke up from a half-dream, Yueju reached out and rubbed his burning heart and temples. The mind is not yet clear, and the confusion makes people feel uneasy and panicked.

Tsukiju barely managed to get up from the ground, holding on to a half-human-high rock to keep himself from falling.

The uneven stone surface is a little damp, as if it has sunk in the water and has just been salvaged, and some places have been eroded by the water so badly, loose into pieces, like broken sand attached to it, and the fingertips are gently twisted, and they are cut and paralyzed into a lump of soft mud.

The moment he stood up, the black ground lit up in an instant, emitting a dazzling and scorching light, driving away the darkness from all directions from the bottom to the top. The light is like a heterogeneous space, connected into a strange pattern, and when you look at it carefully, it looks like a painting full of warmth and peace.

There are many people in the picture, large and small, heads next to each other, snuggling up to each other, and the breath between the snorts lingers and lingers, forming a vein, exuding a light and shallow warm yellow, as if with a little red.

For some reason, such a scene reminded Yue Tangerine's mind of the orange-red spiritual power in his body in the inn, although it was more intense than these breaths, but if it was diluted and dispersed a lot, it should be this color.

People seemed to float in mid-air, shrouded in a pale golden soft light, filled with a holy and warm atmosphere. Their eyes were closed, as if they were immersed in a sweet dream, the corners of their mouths were filled with a sweet and happy smile, and the breath of gasping was connected to each other, blending into each other, becoming an inseparable one.

The atmosphere in the picture is peaceful and quiet, and everywhere is filled with a sense of beauty and satisfaction that has been quiet for years. But when Yueju looked at them, he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it.

Who painted it, and does the scene in the painting have any deep meaning?

Tsukiju couldn't figure it out.

For thousands of years, in addition to the obscure cultivation books that Lord Demon Lord had taught her, it was the warmth and coldness of human feelings and the good, evil, beauty and ugliness of the world.

As for the literary and artistic energy of appreciating paintings or appreciating the wind and flowers, Yuetang didn't learn at all. Even though Lord Demon seems to occasionally deliberately guide himself to learn to taste the melodious flavor, Tsukiju is an idiot in this regard, and his qualifications are mediocre, and if he can't comprehend the essence, he can only give up.

If you change to God-sama, there should be absolutely no problem. Yuetang's mind suddenly broke into the figure of quietly tasting tea, as if he could spy on the rotation of heaven between the bowl and the pot, and appreciate the warmth of the four seasons, the world and the years are long between the ups and downs of tea.

Tsukibana tries to remember what he sees in his mind, and it would be great if he could describe or draw it from memory. Think about it yourself...... Yueju shook her head, shuddered, looked at these ordinary hands, and exclaimed in her heart, still thinking about painting?

Just as I wanted to take a closer look, the picture turned into a chaos, and people's expressions began to become blurry and dark, and the overlapping overlaps were not real, until finally the light and shadow disappeared, and the surroundings fell silent in darkness.

Yuetange slapped his head hard in annoyance, sighed helplessly, puffed out his cheeks, and sulked with himself.

I didn't see the scene on the painting clearly, and I didn't even take a good look at the surrounding environment by taking advantage of the rare light.

Yueju felt that if he went out to be an undercover agent, he would definitely be marked with a big red cross, and he was far from passing. Anyway, it seems that you still have to rely on blind touching.

Yuetangi slowly moved forward along the damp stone, poked out his toes to probe on the soft soil in front of him, slowly stepped on it, gradually increasing his strength, making sure that the place could withstand his own focus, and the soles of his feet fell to the ground, Yuetangi dared to take another foot, and began a new round of temptation.

The soles of his shoes were already wet from the water soaked in the mud, and a cold chill came from the soles of his feet. Although the soil was soft, it was very firm and firm, and it could fully withstand the weight of the moon orange, and not even a single footprint would sink down.

Tsukichibana speculated about the soil and geography of the place, and felt his hand along the surface of the wet stone from top to bottom.

Fingertips groped along the stone surface, taking away a lot of soil and sediment.

Tsukiju stood still, took the crushed mud from his fingertips in front of his nose and sniffed it gently, a salty fishy smell rushed into the tip of his nose, like the smell of seawater. Tsukibana had never actually seen the sea, and the smell was the answer she had imagined based on her intuition and listening to the Demon Lord's description of her.

Suddenly, a beam of orange-red light on the soles of his feet suddenly lit up, and Yue Tang was so frightened that he almost fell down because he didn't stand firm in time because of his weak legs.

The light was very bright, like a round of the sun close at hand, fading away the scorching heatwave, but it could burn the eyes of others in that moment of bright release.

Fortunately, Yue Tangerine closed his eyes and wanted to smell the smell of the sand completely with his sense of smell, otherwise he would have been stabbed in the eyes by this sudden and flickering light. She hasn't done much yet, and she doesn't want to be blind just yet. Tsukiju frowned, squinting his eyes and forcing himself to adapt slowly.

Yueju opened her eyes with her head held her head high, but she couldn't help but want to lower her eyes to see where the white light came from. Just gently lowered his eyes, and Tsukichi's eyes appeared colorful dizziness, and there were bursts of stinging pain in his eyes.

Almost instinctively for dangerous things, Yuetangi quickly closed his eyes and raised his neck and raised his face, and one after another exploding white light circles appeared in his mind, circle after circle, spreading and gathering in front of Yuetang's eyes, very strong, full of huge rejection.

There was a tingling pain in his eyes, and Tsukiyu's eyes kept rolling, trying to calm down a little.

Tsukichi's mind was instantly disturbed by those dazzling and dizzying things, not to mention finding the source of the light, and before he even had time to look at it, his eyes were burned like this.

After looking at it for a long time, there were finally no longer many colorful white circles blooming one by one in front of Yuetang's eyes, Yuetangi sighed, learned a lot, stretched his chin and neck, and didn't even dare to hang his eyelids.

Yuetangi raised her eyes, and a porcelain-white stone wall glowed with a slightly soft orange-red glow, towering into the sky, standing majestically in front of Yuetang, looking up and not seeing the edge. As far as the eye can see, there is a flower and tree engraved on it that looks like seven-mile incense, blooming with a few small and delicate flowers, looming, and the tip of the moon orange's nose seems to be able to smell the fragrance of the flowers and plants on the stone wall.

It's herself, Tsukiju subconsciously felt.

Maybe it's because this Qili incense has some similarities with his own true form, or maybe it's because of intuition, Yuetang's keen perception that everything he sees here is closely related to himself, but what kind of connection there is, Yuetangi can't think of it, but vaguely guesses that this may be some connection between the scene and the future.

That evil ghost actually has the ability to directly pierce other people's souls, pierce other people's future and present? Yue Tang frowned and thought about the name of Li Qi to that evil ghost, Su Mu.

Su Mu, Su Mu, the first time he heard this name, Yue Tang liked it from the bottom of his heart. But at this time, Su Mu has become an evil ghost, and he must have no persecution for himself.

Yue Tang thought carefully, slowly walking along the wall, his fingertips rubbing the concave outline of the stone surface along the direction of progress, the stone surface was not smooth, some grit friction, bringing some shallow **, occasionally there was a slight stinging pain.

"Mother, mother, heaven and earth are unkind, what did I do wrong?"

"It's a blessing for them to kill me, and in order to keep the peace of the party, even if I don't do anything, I will attack directly. If I kill them, I will be an obstacle to wielding a knife for self-preservation, what is wrong? Mother, you tell me, where am I wrong, and I have to bear this inexplicable sin!"

......

Tsukiyu's heart trembled suddenly, as if a part of his heart had been thrown hard, and suddenly a cold sweat soaked his clothes, and his palms were propped up against the wall with a place to lean. Yue Tang lowered his heart a few times, as if he wanted to smash these painful ones out, one by one, with a bang, but he could not control the trembling and pain in his heart.

The sound of the mother hit the soul of the moon orange, and the seven souls and six spirits were tormented back and forth, as if a certain spirit was about to crash out of her body, break free from her restraints, and keep scurrying, running towards the shouts. Tsukizu's tears of pain flowed out, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether the pain came from his heart or his body and soul.

"Mother, I'm in so much pain...... I'm in pain."

"I really want to stay with my mother and make our dreams come true together. My mother said she would take me to see the vast desert, where there were patches of yellow sand hills, and those hills would fall with the wind and finally move to another place. Mother, do you remember?"

"Mother, mother, mother, I am in pain, my body is in pain, I'm going to die, I'm going to die, right?"

"Mother, I hate it, I hate it. Why was I born, why was I born in such a state that time spurns?"

"Mother, my father wants to kill me, and in the end, even you want to kill me?"

"Mother...... I'm not bad, I'm not an evil son, I'm not ...... I just want to be with you guys......"

......

No, no, you're not going to die, you're not going to die. It's all my mother's fault, it's all my mother's fault, it's all my mother's fault......

Yuetang's heartbeat followed the call of stubbornness and despair in her ears, the sorrow of weakness and pain, and the roar of indignation and unwillingness, constantly jumping and jumping, accompanied by a strong and sharp convulsion, tightly dragging the soul, to fight and scrape, knead and grind into powder, before she would stop.