The drunkard glanced at the two of them, didn't speak, and went straight to bed.

Tsing Yi stepped forward: "Are you hungry?" ”

"I'm not hungry, I'm sleepy." The drunkard said without opening his eyes.

"Then you get some rest early." Tsing Yi turned off the lights for him, and went to his room with Bai Yi.

The door was shut, and the drunkard reopened his eyes, and he sat up, looked at the closed door, and lowered his eyes slightly.

Then he picked up the wine gourd on the bedside table and began to drink again......

He was not the only one who also suffered from insomnia tonight.

Jun Moyan lay on the bed, with one hand behind his head, looking at the ceiling, frowning.

The things that happened that couldn't be explained by common sense made him feel that the world was a little mysterious.

He has always been in a passive disadvantaged position, which makes him very irritable, and his heart is like holding a fire and there is nowhere to go.

I can't figure out the other party's movements at all, and I can't find the other party's figure, this kind of posture of being slaughtered by others is definitely the first time.

"Meow~"

The little milk cat around his neck moved, the little paws holding his neck tightened, and the little head rubbed against him.

Jun Moyan raised his hand and smoothed it out.

It wasn't until the middle of the night that he slowly fell asleep.

However, less than half an hour after falling asleep, Jun Moyan fell into a chaotic area.

It's the kind of fall from the land that suddenly falls into the abyss.

The fall was fast, and the wind blowing in his ears was so fast that he couldn't open his eyes.

As he fell deeper and deeper, the surroundings became darker and colder, and it was as if he had fallen into a bottomless pool, as if he would never reach the bottom.

I don't know how long it took, and the surrounding area was no longer black with no fingers visible, but instead it was a hazy black that could be seen clearly, but could not be seen.

A dark aura came over the face.

He doesn't fall anymore, but it doesn't look like he's stepping on the ground.

So he lowered his head and looked at the ground, but all he saw was black smoke, and the part below the calf could not be seen at all.

Jun Moyan frowned and looked at everything around him.

There was a black fog everywhere, and it was impossible to see beyond three meters.

A cold aura hit him, making Jun Moyan feel like he was in hell.

He walked forward, cautiously.

The further you go, the thicker the black fog and the lower the temperature.

This kind of cold is the cold that freezes into the bones, as if it wants to freeze people's blood.

This place is full of dangers and unknowns, Jun Moyan should have been vigilant and afraid, but he actually felt kind.

This intimacy, out of nowhere, made him feel inexplicable and strange.

I don't know how long I walked, and there was the sound of the river slapping on the shore in front of me, faintly, mixed with the terrible sound of ten thousand ghosts crying.

Jun Moyan's footsteps paused, as if he was hesitating whether to continue to step forward.

However, curiosity prevailed, Jun Moyan only hesitated for a moment, and then continued to walk forward.

He wanted to find out what this place was.

The closer I got, the clearer the ghost's cry became, and it sent chills through my heart.

The outline of a stone bridge in front of him loomed in the black mist, causing Jun Moyan to stop.

The stone bridge gives people a simple and heavy atmosphere, as if it has been baptized by wind and rain for thousands of years.

Underneath the bridge, a yellow river that looked like it had been churned out of mud crossed the bottom of the bridge.

The river was so turbulent that I couldn't imagine what it would be like if someone fell.

The roar and roar of ten thousand ghosts came from the river.

A gust of wind blew, dispersing the black fog a little.

Jun Moyan looked at it fixedly, only to feel that his scalp was numb and his back spine was cold.