White, what you see in front of you, is a blank of white.

It's pure, without the slightest dirt, a white patch.

My body is so light, as if it doesn't seem to be my own.

An Qing opened her eyes, and she was in a boundless white, and what sat under her was like a formless and colorless glass, dragging her body to prevent her from falling into the white ocean.

"Where is this ......?"

An Qing looked at her palms, still as familiar as they were. The fingers moved, and they still moved according to their own wishes, but they didn't feel the slightest feeling.

It's a very strange feeling.

An Qing touched her face, her palm could no longer move forward, and her head was involuntarily pushed to the side, but there was still no touch, as if her body did not exist.

Puzzled, An Qing stood up and walked in this white space, without taking a step under his feet, he fell to a new position, that place was like the surface of the water, and the moment he stepped on his feet, it would stir up a circle of ripples, and then expand outward.

The body is extremely light, even as if it is not her own, An Qing tried to feel her breathing, but she was also very confused, as if there was nothing, and couldn't help but murmur: "Why does this make me feel so strange, what is this place.......

Walking forward, it seems that he has been standing still, and the scene around him has never changed because of his own walking, and it is always the white that cannot be seen.

Front and back, left and right, top and bottom one color.

There was no sound, no sense of touch, and under the confusion of the white meaning, An Qing felt that her eyes had also changed slightly.

Walking and walking, it seems like a long, long time, and it seems like just counting breaths. An Qing didn't feel tired, and her body just acted according to her thoughts.

At this moment, a slight chewing sound came into An Qing's ears, very light, very light, but it was real, An Qing thought so, and began to trace where the chewing sound came from.

The surrounding white made people unable to find the direction, An Qing closed her eyes and began to feel the sound, her body seemed to be wrapped around a silk thread, a silk thread that guided the direction.

An Qing began to follow her instincts and began to act, one step, two steps...... The concept of time became illusory in An Qing's mind at this time, this strange space seemed to never change, there was no passage of time, silence was incomparable, and everything was stagnant.

It's closer, it's getting closer.......

Right in front of me.

An Qing stopped, stood still for a moment, the sound of chewing in her ears was faint, she could feel that the sound was indeed there, and it was in front of her, maybe it was still far away, or maybe it was just a step away......

His heart was full of anxiety, An Qing trembled, and slowly opened his eyes, at this time, he felt his breath for the first time since he came to this place, and it was so heavy.

The uneasy agitation in his chest was heard, and his whole body became tense.

"You ......"

There was a man standing in front of him, just a few steps away from him.

His black hair hung down behind his back, and his figure looked relatively thin, like a man dressed in white.

His question went unanswered, and the man remained with his back to him, arms raised in front of his chest, his head slowly buried, and the sound of chewing was constantly heard.

An Qing walked over and looked ahead, immediately widening her eyes in surprise.

The man in white had a cold face, handsome and spirited, and his deep facial features seemed to be beyond the earth.

But the bright red stained on the face stinged An Qing's eyes, and the man's arms were holding a child, reaching over, biting the child's face, biting off a mouthful of flesh, and then began to chew and swallow slowly.

And the boy in the man's arms, An Qing saw his face clearly, held her breath, and didn't dare to make a sound. That face is clearly the boy who disappeared on Wunian Mountain, Yin Mo.

Biting off a piece of flesh, Yin Mo opened his eyes, but he didn't resist at all, just watched the man chew on the piece of flesh that was bitten off his face. And the wound on his face drilled out blood-red roots, and then intertwined and turned into flesh, allowing the wound to heal.

While the wound was healing, the man stretched out his head again and bit it, but this time he directly bit half of Yin Mo's face, and the two cheeks bulged high, and then began to chew the flesh stuffed in his mouth.

Yin Mo's face was only half left at this time, and the level of blood was unbearable to look at, those viscous liquids, the white bones covered in blood, and the muddy ...... in the skull

"You're here. ”

After a few bites, the high bulging cheeks quickly sunken, and the man in white turned his head and said to An Qing.

An Qing immediately took a few steps back and looked at the man with vigilance.

Yin Mo's half-bitten head was healed again at this time, and the man stood in place, slowly opening his mouth, starting from both sides of his mouth, those skins began to tear up, all the way to his neck.

Then, one bite fell, directly swallowing Yin Mo's entire head.

Yin Mo's neck was empty, the man's mouth snapped together, a crisp cracking sound of bones and a dull bass that stirred the earth, and in a few breaths, the man swallowed all the food in his mouth, leaving only the viscous liquid remaining on the side of his mouth.

"Gollum ......"

There were blood-red roots sticking out of the broken place of Yin Mo's neck, but as soon as they emerged, they shrank like withered flowers, turned into a dry gray-brown, and spread out into powder.

Then, the half-left neck slowly split, and a wriggling ball of blood-red flesh emerged from the broken mouth, with many bulging veins distributed on it, beating slowly like a heart.

The veins broke through the thin membrane wrapped around the outside, and many slender roots drilled out of the meat ball, rushing towards the man, burrowing into the man's chest, and the meat ball slowly rose up and floated towards the man.

As if searching for nourishment, the tendrils became thicker and stronger, and the ball of flesh gradually became smaller as the roots continued to drill out, and finally changed from the size of a child's head to the shape of a finger, and also burrowed into the hole in the man's chest.

Yin Mo's body became dry and thin, and a trace of white mist appeared on his body, like a withered flower that had been drained of nutrients, and his whole body was gray-brown, and his body was so thin that only bones remained.

His eyes were already completely sunken, only black hollows, and a breeze blew, Yin Mo's body shattered piece by piece, turning into ashes, and flew away with the wind.

The man's chest healed, and his otherwise cold black eyes were dyed scarlet, and blood-red veins like tree roots crept up his face.

"Treat your child well. ”

The man looked at An Qing, and the words that came out of his mouth were obscure, but An Qing could only comprehend the meaning.

Looking at the man in confusion, An Qing's face became solemn and slowly retreated.

The man's face was indifferent, he stretched out his arm and waved, and the misty blood mist rushed out of his body, turning into a blood-red hand, grabbing An Qing and pulling him in front of the man.

"What do you want to do!?" An Qing said as she struggled.

"Treat your children well. ”

The man just said this lightly, and then stretched out a finger and pointed it on An Qing's forehead, and a crimson rune immediately appeared, emitting a faint light.

An Qing felt a warm stream entering her body, and she could already feel the perception of her body at this time, which was a particularly wonderful feeling.

The warm current spread all over her body, and An Qing's vision became blurred......

"Remember, treat your children well. ”