As Mr. Piant vanished into the void, the ground shook violently.

The light emitted by the full moon became extremely scarlet at this moment, and the original purity and immaculate gradually became enchanted.

As the moonlight shrouded in blood like a curtain of blood, the bluestone tower began to twist as well.

The change in front of him was sudden, and Mu Yufei couldn't think of a solution for a while.

He stood beside Hu Yanxue, watching those green trees being swallowed in the whirlpool, and a chill ran down his spine.

"Run! I don't want to be churned into pâté. ”

Mu Yufei pulled Hu Yanxue and ran back, but the constant whirlpools around him made it impossible for him to escape.

The smoke that spread from the dark swirls turned into hideous skulls.

Some of them howled, some screamed, but they were soon torn apart by the whirlpool.

At this moment, an indigo light shone out from Hu Yanxue's chest.

The dazzling light made Mu Yufei and Hu Yanxue unable to open their eyes at all, but fortunately, it didn't take long for the intense light to disappear.

Where is it?

The wood-grained stone monument stands on a carpet paved with bluestone moss, and the brown withered vines are intertwined.

At intervals there are two candelabra entwined around each other, on which a small candle glows.

"Where is this? Cemetery? ”

Mu Yufei looked around, and it wasn't until the tombstone engraved with Hu Yanxue's name appeared in front of him that the wrinkles on his brow eased a little.

"Yufei, haven't you been here?"

Since experiencing the love leaf desire flower, Hu Yanxue's attitude towards Mu Yufei has changed a little, but she didn't notice it herself.

"Uh..." Mu Yufei hesitated, should he tell his secret?

"Theoretically, I didn't come back from any cemetery."

Mu Yufei took a deep breath, after so many things had happened, he had truly regarded Hu Yanxue as his companion.

"Cher, can you promise to keep it a secret for me?"

Mu Yufei put his arm on Hu Yanxue's shoulders, there was no smile on his face, no nonsense, which was completely different from his usual life.

Hu Yanxue was taken aback by Mu Yufei's appearance, she had never seen Mu Yufei so solemn in a non-combat state.

"Yufei, if this secret is related to your safety, then don't say it." Hu Yanxue bit her lip and shook her head.

"Xue'er, you are my companion, I shouldn't hide this from you."

Mu Yufei directly told Hu Yanxue the secret that he would not drop the fireflies after his death and would be resurrected on the spot.

After Hu Yanxue listened, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and gradually her smile gradually expanded, and finally she laughed.

"Great! Aren't you leveling up faster after that? ”

Hu Yanxue hugged Mu Yufei tightly and spun in a circle.

There was no jealousy, no falsehood in her laughter, only pure happiness.

It's just that Mu Yufei, who was embraced, was a little out of breath.

After a while, Mu Yufei sat on the ground and breathed in the fresh air, and he looked up.

The light of a small candle flame dotted the Greynest cemetery, giving this silent land a little warmth.

The cemetery, which was originally invisible to the five fingers, could finally see the road under their feet with the help of the dim light on both sides.

Following the guidance of the lights, along the mossy path, a bluestone hut is hidden in the shadows.

The ashlar hut has long been dilapidated, and it is appropriate to describe it as a ruined wall.

The green moss stubbornly clings to the crooked walls, the branches of the trees on both sides have long since reached into the house, and the dead leaves are everywhere against the gloom and decay.

The slippery floor seemed to be splashed with black oil, the wooden table in the room was no longer recognizable, and the object that could barely be called a bed was only a few charred fabrics.

The whole hut is as if it has been baptized by fire, and you can see the signs of burning everywhere.

An oval mirror hanging above the wooden table suddenly flashed strangely, attracting Mu Yufei's attention.

The mirror borders are all bordered by moon silk, and there seems to be moonlight like water hidden in the mirror.

This mirror is called "Ferner's Prayer", and it can be used to strengthen one's rank through the light of the goddess.

"Verner's mirror?" Mu Yufei's thoughts suddenly returned to the House of Destiny, where there was also a round mirror belonging to the Goddess of Wisdom.

"Furner's whim, Ferner's prayer..."Mu Yufei kept repeating these two names in a low voice, but Hu Yanxue on the side mistakenly thought that he was suddenly stunned.

Verner, as the goddess of wisdom, why is her stuff here? Mu Yufei clearly remembers how he was trapped here.

Is it help from the Goddess? Or is she also involved?

Mu Yufei can't get an answer at all now, and mysteries follow one after another, but there are not many clues that can be solved.

Shaking his head to calm his mind, Mu Yufei set his eyes on [Verner's Prayer] again.

Since there's no way to tell, why not give it a try?

Hu Yanxue is now level 16, and the flowing fireflies needed to upgrade again are not enough.

Mu Yufei took out all his belongings, and when his hand touched the round mirror, the light in the mirror shone brightly.

The soft light made Mu Yufei feel relaxed, and before he knew it, he had risen from level 11 to level 15.

He added four attributes to the soul possession, feeling the power that was constantly emerging, and Mu Yufei was full of confidence at this time.

"How can you be lucky and can't see the numbers?"

This is the first time that Hu Yanxue has carefully checked other people's attributes, but she has found that Mu Yufei is different.

From her point of view, the column of Mu Yufei's lucky attribute is full of asterisks, and there are no numbers at all.

But in Mu Yufei's opinion, everything is normal, and it is still the painful "-9999".

Have you gradually broken away from the original game system? Mu Yufei even had such an idea.

"Light... Again up? The voice of a warbler came from the door of the stone house.

The melodious girlish voice of a yellow oriole is as pleasant as a yellow bird, and no one can resist the charm it exudes, and so is Mu Yufei.

But the moment he turned around, the whole person seemed to be suddenly petrified and froze.

The original bright smile froze on his face, and a decayed and withered old man could be seen from Mu Yufei's pupils.

"You... You... You—" Mu Yufei stammered when he spoke.

"Thank you for the fragments that freed us from the psychic influence."

Hu Yanxue stepped forward from behind Mu Yufei, she didn't seem to see the wonderful change in Mu Yufei's expression, and expressed her gratitude to the old man.

"Fragments? Is she the old man you say? ”

After hearing that the other party was a mysterious old man who had provided help, Mu Yufei hurriedly adjusted his attitude.

"Thank you for your help, I wonder what we should call you?" He bowed to the old man.

"Name? It's been lost in a long memory, and it's not worth mentioning. The old man looked up, and there was no joy or sorrow in his tone.

"Now that the hero has appeared, then there is no need for me to hold on any longer."

The old man turned around, pointed to a roll of parchment on the bed, and said, "This is the last thing I can do." ”

"One last thing? You? Mu Yufei was stunned, and the old man gradually turned into ashes in front of him, and was scattered by the wind lightly.

"O god I believe in, please protect these who are lost. Verner, sorry to keep you waiting. The old man's body was blown away, but her voice still rang out over the stone house.

With a soft sound, something fell to the ground from the old man's broken body, it was a [Brave Mark] whose surface had been worn out.

Stunned, shocked.

Mu Yufei's heart couldn't calm down for a long time, and together with Hu Yanxue, he bent down deeply facing the position where the old man was standing.

The people who have long since passed away, in order to wait for the shepherds to fly them, rely on their corrupt bodies to support them until now.

How long did she wait? A few months? Years? Or are they decades?

Lonely years, bitter waiting, just for the promise of the past? Mu Yufei choked up.

Trying hard to restrain the emotions in his heart, patted Hu Yanxue, who was already in tears, and Mu Yu flew to the bed.

I don't know when there was an extra roll of parchment on the originally empty wooden bed, and the parchment roll slowly opened in Mu Yufei's hand, and lines of blood-colored small characters gradually emerged:

The seed of Pula did not bring hope, and depravity and filth grew in the world;

Hill's moonlight no longer soothes the helpless mind, and people gradually release the beast in their hearts;

Verner's transcendent wisdom connected the universe and went completely insane in the transfer of planes;

Vess's beauty finally led to disaster, and the darkness of the abyss corroded the heart.

At the end of the parchment scroll, a special spell [Blight] is also recorded.

Although health is deducted each time it is used, it also causes the target to lose 20% of its speed and attack damage, doubling its effect on plant and insect monsters.

"God, are they all crazy?" Hu Yanxue looked at the words on the parchment scroll, and she now gradually understood why there was madness and death here.

"I don't know." Mu Yufei said very lightly, if all the gods are really depraved, does it mean that he will embark on the road of killing gods in the future?

Mu Yufei looked at Hu Yanxue beside him, and then looked at the decadent scene around him.

The weeping eyes of Hualien Wind in the sealed coffin village, and the helpless gaze of Gulogneana appeared in Mu Yufei's mind again and again.

Gradually, Mu Yufei's gaze was no longer confused.

Since he was going to kill the bloody path, even if the other party was once high up as a god, why be afraid!

At the same time, echoing inside the gallery.

The lights on the wall were extinguished, except for the two candles that were still lit next to the huge Vesss painting.

The boundless darkness pressed over it, like choking the heart of the candle, and no matter how much it struggled, it would be useless.

The faceless Vesss sculpture on the canvas looks a little strange in the swaying firelight.

The small snakes painted on the purple frame twisted themselves in the alternation of light and shadow, and one by one they broke through the frame and crawled into the canvas.

The painting of Vis is full of small snakes, which blend in in an instant.

Vess's face returned, her fangs wide open, her eyes glowing scarlet.

Monsieur Piant, still in his previous attire, sat quietly facing the painting of Vess, hanging his head.

The stone warrior on the left shattered into powder, and most of the rest of the oil paintings hanging on the walls have disappeared, leaving only a blank canvas still hanging there.

The sketchpad in front of Mr. Piante had long since shattered, and his brush lay alone in the shadows beneath his feet, slowly sinking.

Dangdangdang. The bell rang again, only this time from Vess's mouth.

Mr. Piante staggered to his feet like a puppet, his pale face devoid of any expression.

The only eye that was not obscured by the shadow was a flash of red...