Luo Hanya stepped out of this dilapidated door, and it was pitch black outside, and the roar of the waves hitting the black reef echoed the howling wind, and the ghost cried and howled. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Come on, welcome guests." The man in white clapped his hands, and the dim light immediately illuminated the shore.

The dim lights are densely distributed on this lifeless saline land, which does not bring hope to this land, but more horror and death.

The dim light slowly flowed, just like a yellow spring, flowing through this land of death.

And under the yellow spring, as far as the eye can see, there are all graves! Hundreds of graves dotted on the salty ground in front of the beach, a few hundred meters away it was pitch black, presumably the black sea under the cliffs. The black sea, the home of the dead, seems to be a place where you can connect to the netherworld.

"That...... What the hell do you want me to do? "At this point, Luo Hanya still doesn't forget to act, he is really dedicated and conscientious.

"It's come to this point, do you still want to continue to pretend to be crazy and stupid?"

"Huh? I don't understand what you mean. ”

"Still don't understand? Need me help you understand? ”

"What the hell is I need to do?" Luo Hanya glanced at the man in white deeply, no longer pretending to be stupid, and quietly waited for the following.

The man in white seemed to smile, and he pointed not far away, "Enter the tide, get my lamp back." ”

"Into the tide?"

"Into the tide, into the tide of death."

[Special mission has been triggered; Tide of Death]

Looking at the man in white in front of him, listening to the damn system notification ringing in his ears, Luo Hanya felt that he was going crazy, sure enough, this mist inn was a ghost nest, and every deadly ghost would still come to him, and if he was not satisfied, he would take his life.

"But which one is your lamp?"

"The brightest one is my lamp."

Luo Hanya shrugged his shoulders in resignation and slowly stepped into the cemetery. In front of the cemetery and stepping into the cemetery are completely two feelings, the desolate saline land is not grassy, there are graves of various ages in front and back, left and right, each grave has a lamp floating on it, but it is more like a phosphorus fire in the wasteland, there is no shadow of a living person around, this is the country of the dead, and there is no life left. Luo Hanya sighed, and looked back to see where there was still a way back, he was aimlessly shuttling among the graves, and his eyes flashed like steamed buns.

The tombs here come from a variety of ages, some of which look very old and some of which seem to have been built in recent years. There are many tombs made of stone and blue bricks, and in addition to the stone mounds in the middle, there is a stone wall around the back and sides, which looks as if the tomb owner was sitting on a chair with armrests, and the tomb owner seems to have been a big man during his lifetime. Some of the graves are just covered with soil dug out of the saline ground, without stones and bricks, not even tombstones, low earth bags, nameless tombs.

A strange sound suddenly sounded, tearing through the dark sky, the sound came from above Luo Hanya's head, like the voice of heaven, he looked up in panic, only to see a black bird passing overhead-a crow.

The raven flapped its wings and finally came to rest on a huge mound. The mound was completely different from the surrounding mounds, the mound glittered like glass in the dim light, and there was a bunch of dead branches stuck on the mound, who did not know who was inserted in the mound, but it had a very peculiar posture, the bare branches stretched out to the sky like the ten fingers of a dead man. And the crow rested on the branch, its pitch-black feathers did not melt into the darkness, but it looked more mysterious in the dim light, its dark eyes shining with the gray of death, and its claws grasping at the withered branches, like a messenger of death who had snatched away the souls of the dead.

The crow rested on the branch, its head facing Luo Hanya, as if it was observing Luo Hanya.

Since Luo Hanya saw this crow, he felt a tremble, fear from the bottom of his heart, innate, lingering, like encountering a natural enemy - the world of the living!

"Nope! No! Luo Hanya felt that his soul was about to be taken away by the crow, and the fear of the soul leaving his body struck again, and the breath of death permeated his whole body......

In the fog, Luo Hanya seemed to see a strange picture. It was an isolated island surrounded on all sides by the sea, jutting high above the water, full of black rocks and white cliffs, and scattered with countless graves, like the black-and-white pictures broadcast on old-fashioned television. Against an almost suffocating black-and-white background, a small inky boat rows toward the island, and a man in white stands quietly on the bow of the boat, carrying a white lamp.

In the next instant, strange noises came from all the graves, as if the ancient song of the dead was being sung.

How many green bricks tremble on how many ghosts,'

The black sea rests against my grave.

Death is the simplest and most comfortable destination,

We don't want to,

Reluctance to be its doll.

The sun rests under the abyss,

There are only black and white in the world.

The dead are buried in the tombs,

Blend in black and white,

Manic stretched out their ten fingers.

The messenger of death brings the ultimate message,

Death is coming,

Carrying a white light,

Riding on the boat of darkness.

The dead get back on their feet,

The living fall forever.

Chanting,

Tide of Death!

Tide of Death!

"Into the tide of death! Into the tide of death. Luo Hanya's eyes were red, burning with all his wisdom and mental strength, intending to find a way out from the surroundings, he knew very well that if he could not enter the tide of death, he would definitely die here.

"Messenger of Death...... Death is coming, carrying a white lamp ......" Luo Hanya repeated these words, his eyes were staring at the strange crow, and the voice of the man in white sounded again in his head-"The brightest one is my lamp." ”

"Tide of Death! The tide of death ......" the dead in the grave roared, tugging at Luo Hanya's soul.

Luo Hanya endured the pain of torn souls, and frantically rushed towards the huge grave where the crow was, "Lamp, lamp." ”

However, the road to there was not peaceful, a pair of bony hands stretched out from the huge tomb, blocking Luo Hanya's way forward, each bone hand left a bloody mark on Luo Hanya's body, and in the blink of an eye, Luo Hanya was already scarred.

…………

The man in white looked at Luo Hanya expressionlessly from a distance, his pale hands kept trembling, and he seemed to be very unsettled in his heart.

"It's too much." A figure appeared from not far away and shook his head at the man in white, "Why are you so cruel to yourself?" ”

"Is it ruthless? Maybe. The man in white didn't look back, and said with a little melancholy: "Time, sooner or later we will have to come to this point." ”

"I just don't know how it will turn out."

"It's all your own business, and the outcome doesn't matter."

"Can you put it down?"

"Death is the ...... of liberation"