What is it that can take the life of a boatman without anyone noticing?

What is it?

When is it?

Great panic enveloped the last surviving warriors.

Liuyun raised his eyes. The warrior who had gone on the boat alone was leaning on the mast at this moment, his elbow propped on the bent leg, covering half of his face. At first glance, it looks a little decadent.

What to do?

In the far corner, the looming island, was not far ahead.

But the boatman was dead.

The wooden boat seemed to be welded to the surface of the lake, and the breeze did not move. It's fine if you can't see the island you're about to arrive, but the destination is already in sight.

This feeling of seeing hope, but being powerless, is really ······ It sucks.

Liuyun frowned.

He could clearly feel that the air around the wooden boat was getting thinner.

Earlier, he thought it was the illusion caused by the lack of an oncoming breeze. But after careful perception, I was horrified to find that the air pressure around me was slowly and realistically changing.

Liuyun turned his head and looked at the third child.

The horror in each other's eyes is the same.

······

"Harsh"

There was a soft thud.

Lu Yiren walked to the back of a sculpture. The broken jade in his hand was flicked lightly, and there was a small sound.

Somewhere above the sculpture collapsed slightly, and then after a while, there was a "buzz" under Lu Yiren's feet, and dust was raised.

A narrow corridor appeared at Lu Yiren's feet.

After a moment of hesitation, Lu Yiren's eyes crossed with a trace of struggle.

Slowly lift your right foot.

The deep and silent corridor seems to stretch endlessly.

On both sides of the road, the beautiful and delicate murals tell how the scenery here used to be. The familiar and elegant atmosphere that had already been deeply rooted in every cell of his body with the blood was blowing in his face.

Taking a deep breath, Lu Yiren stretched out his right hand and slowly touched the cold wall while walking slowly towards the end of the corridor.

Every time you touch a beautiful mural, something comes to mind.

Those dusty memories, those faces that flashed in the depths of the memories.

Clansmen, rebellions, conquests, smoke······

Every scene is so full of holes.

The dim light shrouded the entire corridor, and the somewhat chubby face seemed to blend into the blurred darkness.

The footsteps slowly stopped.

In front of me, at the end of the passage, there was a door made of stone walls that was completely sealed.

It's a sealed secret room.

Above the stone door of the secret room, there were delicate and mysterious runes, and the runes engraved in front of him seemed to have some mysterious summoning, Lu Yiren looked directly at the runes one by one, and his outstretched right hand gradually trembled.

"Buzz!"

A dazzling light filled the entire corridor.

Lu Yiren's outstretched right hand was fiercely imprinted on the rune covered with a thick layer of dust. The moment his fingers touched the gray rune, the rune seemed to turn into a sharp blade, piercing through Lu Yiren's thick palm.

Blood spilled out.

The moment the blood spilled, the light appeared.

The blood, slowly stretching along the runes beneath the dust, seemed to flow in some specific direction. Like the outline of a tree, the blood transformed into the lines of branches, covering the entire stone door little by little.

When all the runes were covered with the bright red blood, the stone gate in front of him seemed to change suddenly.

"Hum—"

There was a muffled sound, and the stone door where the dust had already dissipated slammed.

Sharp edge!

"Boom!"

Above the silent wasteland, the ruins shook slightly.

There was a sudden tremor, and some of the remnants of the broken arms that were stuck in the height slowly slid down with that force.

"Boom-"

For a while, dust and smoke were everywhere.

······

On the surface of the dead lake, the sound of breathing of different thicknesses could be faintly heard.

Everyone looked at the looming corner of the desolation not far away, and there was a dead silence in their eyes.

It's a kind of torture like waiting for death.

It's a terrible thing to feel the dissipation of a little bit of vitality around you.

Finally, someone couldn't hold their breath.

The young warrior who had lost his companion had scarlet eyes.

This long period of torment, which is no different from waiting for death, crushed his last rational nerve.

I saw him stand up, look at the looming desolation, and slowly close his eyes.

The next moment, the blood and qi around his body surged like waves.

Liuyun's eyes flashed, and there was a touch of complexity.

Sure enough, that person is not low.

Liuyun could sense the surging blood and qi flowing around the young warrior. All the blood qi that could burst out poured out in an instant, and the state of the young man's whole person reached its peak.

As if he had the heart to die, the young man flew away in the direction of the desolation.

Everyone looked at the young man's distant back, and a glimmer of hope flashed in their eyes.

Maybe you can really fly over?

or inquisitive, curious or hopeful, looking at the back that is gradually moving away.

Liuyun noticed that the celibate warrior who had been leaning on the mast and was silent let out a low sneer the moment the young man flew up.

Look at the young man again.

Just flew a short distance, not yet halfway there.

The whole body was as if someone had drained the flesh and gas, and it quickly eroded. Before the corpse could land in the River Styx, it quickly dissipated in the air.

Silent, as if turned into a puff of smoke.

Deathly silence.

"I can't run away. ”

The single warrior chuckled softly.

That chuckle, like a sharp knife, cut off the hope that everyone had just sprung up.

"How do you know?"

The third asked in a deep voice.

"Me?"

The celibate warrior didn't answer, just repeated the word slowly.

"It's getting late, and we can't wait for death in vain. ”

The third child raised his eyes, and the last ray of sunlight vaguely enveloped everyone at dusk. Night is coming.

The evening breeze blew, mixed with the danger of death.

"Isn't there a way to do it?"

Another middle-aged man spoke slowly.

He tried to pick up the pulp in the boatman's hand, but the pulp in the boatman's hand dissipated as the middle-aged man touched it.

Without the support of the oars in his hand, the boatman also fell.

No sound.

Like a piece of skin, it slowly spread out on the stern of the boat.

"What should we do? Without the support of the boatman's special constitution, we wouldn't have survived tonight. ”

The dwarf was a little irritable, and rummaged through his pockets, and found that the tobacco leaves in the pipe had already been emptied, and took a heavy sip.

"It's 'Hades'. ”

"It's been here. ”

Just as everyone began to discuss how to spend the night, the single warrior who had been silent and had some strange words and deeds slowly spoke.

A hoarse voice, as if he had been thirsty for many days.

"What did you say?"

A middle-aged man in the group of only two people was left in a panic.

The moment he approached the boatman and found that the boatman had long since turned into a dried corpse, he squatted in the stern of the boat as if he had been evil. The moment he heard the word 'underworld', the middle-aged man's expression that had been muddy suddenly became distorted at that moment.