Almost everyone has had the same dream, which is the feeling of falling to the ground in the dark. It was pitch black, I didn't know where I was, I didn't know what was around me, I couldn't see if there would be sharp spikes underneath me, and I expected a huge lake at the bottom of the cliff. Every minute and every second is an expectation and a waiting. I don't know what will happen in the next second, I don't know if I'm going to die.

It was pitch black in front of Rengar's eyes, and he couldn't see anything, only the wind was blowing wildly, and he felt his body constantly falling towards the ground. In fact, Rengar was already prepared at the moment of the jump, for example, when he jumped very close to the cliff, as long as there was a bulge, Rengar would fall on it. Moreover, Rengar turned around in the air when he jumped, trying to hook the wall with his hand back at the first time, but unfortunately, none of this worked.

The moment he fell, Reingar seemed to enter a pitch-black void. There wasn't any sunlight around, nothing was there, just a constant drop and fall. At first, Rengar was able to maintain his vigilance, and then maintained a cushioned movement of falling from a high place, but as time passed, Rengar was already relaxed unconsciously.

It's not that Rengar doesn't want to live anymore, it's that he's really desperate. Roughly calculating his heartbeat, Rengar knew that he had been falling for hours. The wind in my ears didn't get faster because of the time it fell, and I didn't encounter anything all the time. But after falling for so long, not to mention the ground, even a speck of dust. All of them can make Rengar die!

The speed of the drop is getting faster and faster, and as the speed gets faster and faster, the power generated is also getting stronger and stronger. For such a long time, even if there is a lake, then Rengar is dead! And just when Rengar thought this, a glimmer of light finally appeared in front of him.

In the darkness of the abyss, a circular light shimmered in the darkness. It's a lake. Looking towards the lake from a high vantage point, Rengar could see that there were fish swimming in the water, and the lake was eerily quiet. Above the lake. There is a Blood Moon, which floats silently in the center of the lake, extremely quiet.

Death is not terrible, what is terrible is the moment of waiting for death! Rengar's body curled up suddenly. Keep your eyes fixed on the lake in front of you! Although there is only a glimmer of life. But Rengar wants to live!

Without a sound, Reingal fell into the lake. Droplets of water ran down Rengar's ears and nose into his brain, and there was no imaginary pain, only endless softness, as if he were caressed by his mother. Subconsciously, Rengar relaxed and no longer did a trace of struggle.......

At the moment when Rengar relaxed, countless images appeared in front of Rengar's eyes like a movie. This is not a retrospective of the life before death in the legend, but countless images that have not been heard or even seen!

In the darkness. More than ten mountain peaks stood quietly in the void, and when you checked carefully, there were exactly eighteen peaks. These peaks are extremely dark, and there is a different picture on the peaks.

The first mountain was topped with a myriad of creatures half of the human undead, most of whom were chained up, and only a few of them patrolled back and forth. The human undead were trapped in a fence, and one by one they poked their heads out of the fence and opened their mouths with blank expressions. At the moment when these human beings grow their mouths, their tongues will squirm wildly, and then they will be pulled out of their mouths alive by unknown forces!

The humans whose tongues had been plucked out screamed and screamed, but they couldn't make any sound, and could only roll on the ground with their mouths open. They grabbed themselves by the neck, their eyes widening wildly, staring straight out of the fence, unable to tell whether it was hatred or fear. Rengar saw that these humans who had their tongues plucked out did not die, but pinched their necks and kept roaring, and the broken tongues were slowly wriggling, and they were actually growing again! And every time after a while, these tongues that have been pulled out will grow back, and the moment the tongue grows, these humans will poke their heads out again, and then the tongue will be slowly pulled out!

The next few peaks were filled with countless human beings trapped on them, but the way they tortured them was different. The scissors that kept cutting, the iron trees full of barbs, the living steamers lit, lay in the pit and were constantly ...... by stones.

Eighteen peaks have eighteen different kinds of torture, but the only thing that is the same is that these humans trapped on the peaks will continue to be reborn! A tongue that has been plucked out can grow again, a body that has been cut off can grow back, a body that has been steamed can be restored, and even a body that has been smashed into minced meat can be put together ....... But these hearts do not represent a new beginning, but infinite torment! Every rebirth represents continuous suffering, with no end and no hope! I can't die if I want to die, but I am tortured when I am alive!

Swallowing hard, Rengar turned his head away from the peaks and looked away. Between the peaks, there is a river flowing slowly, and the color of the river is actually yellow-brown. It is said to be flowing, but it is better to say that it is still, because the yellow water does not have a trace of waves, just like a dead thing painted on the picture. And in this river, there are countless human ups and downs, these humans raise their hands to the sky, but they can't struggle at all.

On both sides of the river, countless flowers bloomed, which slowly opened and then slowly withered. Flowers bloom and leaves fall, leaves fall and flowers bloom, just like the human beings on the eighteen peaks, constantly circulating. For some reason, a feeling of sorrow suddenly rose in Rengar's heart, because Rengar saw that no matter how many times the flower bloomed, no matter how many times it withered, the petals and leaves never appeared together. Between infinite loops, flowers and leaves are never seen.

There is no end in sight to the river, only a thread winding out from behind the peak, and I don't know where it starts. And this river has no end, you can only see this river from a distance around the eighteen peaks, far from sight. I don't know where it started, I don't know where it ends. As the river flowed around the mountain, Rengar could see humans struggling out of the river and being taken to the mountain to be tortured. Suddenly, Reingar had a glimpse of the way the river flowed, and the river seemed to form two words between the swirling, as if it were called Lethe.

There is a bridge over the Lethe River, and the snow-white bridge spans the Lethe River. The bridge connects eighteen peaks, from which the tortured humans slowly descend and cross the bridge deck, not knowing where they lead. On the bridge stood a woman in green clothes, as if there was a fog barrier, making it difficult to see the woman's face. There was a large cauldron beside the woman, and there was no fire under the pot, but the soup in the pot was constantly boiling. The woman in Tsing Yi slowly picked up the bowl, scooped up a bowl of soup, and put it in the hands of the people on the bridge.

The expressions of the people on this bridge were different, and some were full of hatred, as if they had a great hatred. Some of their eyes are full of endless affection, as if they have roller blinds. Some people have a desperate look in their eyes, and they look as if they are going to cry at any moment....... There are countless people on the bridge, and they can contain all kinds of people, crying, laughing, desperate, crazy, and all kinds of people. But no matter what expressions these people have, they will walk in front of the woman in Tsing Yi, take the soup bowl, and then drink it all. Then his expression changed, and some were only stunned.

The woman in Tsing Yi and the soup bowl form two worlds, with this woman in Tsing Yi as the boundary, the expressions of the people on one side are different, while the other side is full of sluggishness, as if they have forgotten the qiē of their previous life. Suddenly, the woman in green raised her head, her unclear face twitched slightly, and then beckoned to Rengar. In just an instant, Rengar found himself suddenly standing on the bridge, and in front of him, there stood the woman, in the woman's hand, holding a bowl of soup!

Rengar swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, looked at the woman in front of him and said, "This, what kind of soup is this?" What's inside? "At the moment when Rengar appeared, countless humans around him had disappeared without a trace, and Rengar was the only one on the bridge. Rengar could see the road behind the woman in green clothes, and at the end of the bridge there was a stone wall, and there were two big characters written on the stone wall.

"It's just plain water, but with a drop of what is called oblivion." The woman in Tsing Yi pushed the soup bowl towards Rengar and said: "After drinking this soup, all the suffering will disappear, and the unwillingness will pass, and nothing will be saved ......." ”

The woman's words seemed to be full of charm, and Rengar took the soup bowl blankly and looked at the soup in the bowl blankly. It's just ordinary water, just because it adds a little material called forgetting, it is worthy of the mountain alliance and the sea oath, and it is worthy of endless hatred! As long as you drink this bowl of soup, there will be no pain, no memory, no parting, no suffering, just because there is forgetfulness in this soup, and there is nothing to remember when you forget it. However, if I forget all the qiē, who am I......? (To be continued......)