Wushan is shrouded in clouds and mist, and the mountains are undulating, like the waves set off by the sea, showing dense crests and valleys. There is a standing heaven and earth, the four seasons, the eternal model, and the potential of enlightening all things.

"A few battles of swords in spring and autumn, wine into the bowels of the wine and ask the immortals." There is a huge stone in Wushan Pavilion that is engraved with such verses.

"The grass on the Suxi Pavilion is long, who leans on the east wind twelve." There was a woman sitting in the Wushan Pavilion, her eyes were like water, but with the coldness of talking, she seemed to be able to see through everything.

Three thousand green silk were tied up with a red hair band, and a strand of green silk hung down on his chest. Dressed in a red Guangling Yuehua skirt, the other side pattern of the dark pattern is sewn on the translucent floral gauze dress.

The woman's slender fingers grabbed a wine jar, and took a sip from time to time, and the wine flowed down the corner of the woman's mouth, indescribably wanton and bold.

"The master is dead, where should I go?" The woman murmured softly. For as long as I can remember, I have lived in the legendary land abandoned by the gods.

As the name says, a thousand miles of desperate situation, all the people who survive here are abandoned by the gods, no matter how you go, you can't get out of the desperate situation, just like a sealed box that can't be opened no matter what.

Once you enter a desperate situation, there is no possibility of going out, and all that awaits you is endless torture and pain.

Because most of the people who are abandoned by God are wicked people who have committed heinous crimes, as well as ordinary people who have been innocently implicated. Fights and brawls occur several times a day in a desperate situation, and only by force can be spoken.

Thousands of miles of desperate situation, yellow sand everywhere, only a small piece of green state. This small green state is occupied by the powerful and powerful. For as long as I can remember, I have lived in a dark alley filled with beggars.

When I was hungry, I would steal steamed buns, and in exchange for a beating. Life is forced to do this, and if I hadn't done this, maybe I would have starved to death.

The clothes on his body were in tatters, his arms and legs seemed to have no flesh, and his body was as thin as paper. The hair is yellow and knotted. Hands and faces are always dirty.

Because the water in the desperate situation is very precious, and since I have never taken a bath at all, my body sometimes exudes a smell that is difficult for me to accept.

Survival of superiority and inferiority is the unchanging law of survival in a desperate situation. And ordinary people can only be oppressed by others, struggling to survive in this desperate situation. Sometimes the wind blows, the storm comes, and sometimes the weather does not rain, and the land dries up.

At this time, the number of people who died will be difficult to measure, as for why there are still people in a thousand miles of desperation, because this is the will of those who have mastered the passage of a thousand miles of desperation and have high mana, they want to send people in.

Therefore, it is often seen that groups of people appear, and the funny thing is that they are full of hope waiting for someone to help them out, but they don't know that those who have entered a desperate situation have no possibility of going out.

Anyone who enters a thousand-mile desperate realm will lose all their mana, and even if they enter, they will exhaust half of their life's cultivation. Anyone who knows that the cultivation of a thousand miles of desperate situation is definitely not low, who would give up half of his life to cultivate to save people?

Even if you are willing to give up half of your life's cultivation, when the time comes, you will inevitably be discovered, and when the enemy comes to the door, how can there be a way to live?

It is simply impossible to say that I am willing to give up half my life of cultivation. Therefore, since ancient times, a thousand miles of desperate situation has only been in and out.

Those who have just come in and are full of hope, they have been suppressed over and over again to survive here, and gradually their minds have become numb, and their hearts have rotted.

As for why they will not commit suicide, maybe they will wait for the faint hope, or they will still have an obsession that they can't let go.