In a tense and exciting environment for a long time, every day is like a year, and once you return to a dull life, time is like an arrow to represent the state of the time.

Soon, the time came to the end of April, the temperature slowly rose, and people took off their coats and began to change into long sleeves.

And Yang Liu gradually returned to his time as a senior in high school.

But often under the ordinary life, there will be a turbulent undercurrent, comfortable, after all, a piece of paper, beautiful but short-lived.

There is never a mistake in being prepared for danger in times of peace, just as peace begins at the end of war, and no snowflake is innocent in the event of an avalanche.

The night of the first Friday in April.

A dark cloud from the sky, like a gust of wind, whistled, covering the entire wind-rolling community.

There are more than a dozen clouds like this, and they are wandering around, each hovering in different places in Xicheng District.

A low murmur rang out from the clouds.

[Death slowly descended on me, and I struggled. 】

[The undead came softly and sang in my ear, slow and desolate. 】

[They keep singing, they keep singing.] 】

[The undead looked at me gently, smiled and said to me, Heaven is beautiful, and there will never be sorrow and tears. 】

[I looked at its clean and beautiful pupils, shook my head, smiled and cried.] 】

[The gaze of the Grim Reaper looked at me firmly, I was afraid. 】

[The eyes of the god of death had been dilated thousands of years ago, and the white skeleton was the only color on his body. 】

[Death stood in front of me for a long, long time, and finally shook his head helplessly. 】

[I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed when I saw his already dilated pupils. 】

[The undead also looked back at me, and then followed the god of death, and the body slowly became transparent, and finally disappeared. 】

It's a pity that these voices were not heard.

He's dreaming of it.

A young man in a thick coat said to Yang Liu in a serious tone: "Yang Liu, the ice and snow scenery you see around you now is a different reflection of our spiritual space in different places in your real world.

In the real world, it is the bits and pieces of your life, but in the spiritual space, there are only spirit towns.

It is a town where all the undead in the graveyard live.

Our souls of the dead are all resting in this small town of the underworld, living a peaceful life, waiting for the arrival of the annual reincarnation messenger.

The reincarnation messenger only comes once a year, and only five souls are reincarnated at a time.

However, on this year's Yu Lan Festival, the reincarnation messenger did not come, and a group of evil crow spirits came.

They are powerful, terrifying and ferocious, and have taken control of our town, and have captured all the undead in our town into a huge spirit tower in the town.

These crow spirits are from the depths of Hell, and in three days, as soon as the gates of Hell open, they will drag the ghosts of our town into the lowest hell under their control.

We will be their slaves forever and forever, and we will never be able to live beyond the ages, and we will be miserable.

Fortunately, the reincarnation messenger returned yesterday, the crow spirit was driven away, and we returned to a peaceful life. ”

Yang Liu was confused.

Spirit space, town of the dead, what kind of place is this? How to have a dream or a nightmare?

Before he could think about it, a rapid chill blew on him, and he shivered with cold.

Hell, how can there be such a strong coldness in a dream?

The young man smiled, "Almost every few days, someone comes to our spirit space from the real world.

Most of them are wearing pajamas like you, but our spiritual space is covered with ice and snow all year round, how can one or two pajamas be carried?

Come and warm yourself in our hut, where we have sweaters made of snow hides, a hot oven with coals rising, and fine wine to keep you warm all day. ”

"Hmm."

He hadn't walked a few steps when Yang Liu heard a commotion.

Look back.

A man stood on the rampart, curled up in a corner in a thin nightgown.

A beautiful woman in a heavy robe pointed her sword at him.

In the sunlight, her sword light spread out, becoming a shadow like a mast petal.

Behind him, the city gate opened, and one soldier after another smiling slipped through the man's back.

Yang Liu's eyes widened, and he saw the soldiers surrounding the man, and with the arrow feather flash attack on his back, blood stains appeared on the man's body one by one.

The young man beside Yang Liu shouted loudly: "Go back to the city!" I hate to see bloodshed, I hate the mix of black blood and white blood, I hate memories that come out of blood.

These soldiers are too savage, including the baroness, although many of them are not very good from the real world, but there are also many good people.

For example, you, Mr. Yang Liu, are very polite and courteous, and you are our precious guest. ”

Willow smiled at him.

Although it is plain and does not make waves on the surface, it is actually a horse that he panics.

The abused man was wearing pajamas with the head of One Piece Luffy.

It's obviously the same kind of person as him.

It's all from the so-called "real world".

Yang Liu didn't believe that anyone would have the same dream as him.

So what's going on?

Someone took them out of their dreams?

Yang Liu was thinking about it while following the young man.

But he still didn't have a clue.

Yang Liu had no choice but to ask the secret master a question: "Can you explain?" ”

The Mystic recorded his reaction.

[You were involved in a G-class weird event......]

, the opening king fried?

Is it directly on the difficulty of death?

No way!

It's not that I didn't die fast enough!

Why is it so unlucky?

"Why am I being swept in, I slept well, who did I provoke?"

[This G-class weird event is random, and you are unfortunate enough to be chosen by it...... Don't try to challenge it unless you can become one of the world's best mystics......]

Meaning unsolvable?

No way......

Although you can't fight it, you can find a chance to escape and return to the real world. 】

"What kind of weirdness is this?"

[It has built a spirit world on its own, and every few days it will randomly select twelve or thirteen secret masters from a place in the real world to enter its spirit world. 】

[It is a ...... that pulls the secret master out of his sleep while he is sleeping]

[This G-class weird is called the Spirit ......]

"And what about the person in front of me? What character is he in G-class weirdness? ”

[He is an indigenous, to be precise, he is a descendant of the fusion of the secret master and the secret master's soul, the spirit world has existed for thousands of years, and the secret soul that can't escape has naturally developed their alternative civilization......]

"So ruthless? Trapped enough to form a civilization? ”

[You have to pay attention, although the secret master has a stronger physique, if he can't return to the real world within three days, his physical body will die, and he will never be able to go back at that time......]

Yang Liu fried his hair, "How do I get out?" ”

[Find a place where this world communicates with heaven and earth, there is a glimmer of life......]