"Will there be a sun tomorrow?"

"Everything, they've long since broken up."

They?

Perhaps.

And this boring world.

"It's boring to the extreme, Lin Shiyan."

……

2 July 2017.

Two years ago.

If you look down from the sky, on the other side of the planet, which has long been covered by fuel oil and the tertiary industry, there is a small island in the southern cape of the Atlantic Ocean that has been swept by a thick white fog.

Like a curse that never breaks free, the fog that hovers over the island is always on the island that has been turned to death, breathing a gloomy aura.

And in the deepest part of the island, in the sprawling buildings that reek of decay, there is a constant loud and noisy noise.

Finally, under the vibration again and again, the name plate hanging above the gate of the building fell crookedly.

There were still a few traces of rust that had been left on it for some reason, as if someone had dug it up.

Under the aftershocks, most of the dust covering the name plate was shaken off, revealing the building's real name - Jiangcheng Crematorium.

The Jiangcheng Crematorium, for all those who have participated in "Shadows", is the last place they want to hear.

It's not that this place is evil, and it doesn't sound like a big one, it's just that there's a psychotic in this hellish place.

Shen Yiqing, a genius who has experienced seventy-two scenes. If Yu Zhiqiu has the greatest combat power that Hell Song can get now, then the appearance of this guy can definitely make her step down.

I started participating in the scene at the age of nine, and it has been eight years now.

No one could have imagined that he would survive, and it was no longer a matter of talent, but something that could only be seen in legends.

And this building, known as the Jiangcheng Crematorium, is the place where he spent eight full years, every detail, every room, and even the location of every stone are engraved in Shen Yiqing's memory and linger.

And now, this place, which should have been destroyed by the major organizations, has appeared on the other side of the world like a fantasy, as a welcome for everyone who sets foot in this building, and opens the door to the crematorium to them.

No one knows what he will become after going through the seventy-two scenes, and what level of strength he has reached.

But judging from the fact that the "Three Gods" have sought Shen Yiqing to join him many times and the highest level of vigilance that the "Gate of Heaven" holds against him, eighty percent is even more powerful than Yu Zhiqiu, who is behind the soul.

What's more, he has been in the scene since he was nine years old and has lived until now.

It's like you asked Qin Yanshi and Lin Shiyan to kiss, something you can't even think of.

Existing in real and illusory containment places, the forbidden area that seems the most inaccessible to the outside world is the prison that Shen Yiqing used to trap himself.

Every time he survives the scene, he keeps throwing his split self into this dead and silent building, and looks forward to something interesting that can be born out of it.

Shen Yiqing - is also known as the ghost of countless personality splits by his peers.

And after eight years of dark life, those twisted souls he left here have completely turned this place into ghosts.

Each of them was the former Shen Yiqing, but it was divided by Shen Yiqing's name to exist here.

Under the erosion of countless near-death fears and malice, they changed towards a more distorted and gloomy trend, even if they were dissipated by Shen Yiqing's own hands, they would be swallowed by the abyss-like ghost realm, merging into the bricks and tiles of this building.

For Shen Yiqing, this is the place he hates the most, and it is also the place where he has to survive.

There is no place outside to take him down, even the most powerful person will have a day out of control.

So, is there a better place for him to stop than here?

——

In the dim and cracked corridor, there was a dull sound constantly, and in the continuous roar, Lin Shiyan walked forward aimlessly, staring blankly at everything that touched his eyes.

Then destroy them all.

In the violent tremors, the floor cracked, and the slogans attached to the walls fell off, turning into shredded pieces of paper.

Trampling on the vague flesh and blood that couldn't tell whether it was a human or something, Lin Shiyan saw the slogan that was about to dissipate on the wall.

'Where are you?' ’

"I'm here."

With a casual wave of his hand, he smashed the cement slab flying in front of him into powder, and another piece of paper floated in front of his eyes.

'Welcome to the Jiangcheng Crematorium. ’

As a result, the pieces of paper burned into ashes under Lin Shiyan's silent gaze.

In the chaos rang out loud cries and laughter that bordered on madness.

In the loud noise that was getting closer and closer, Lin Shi shook his head numbly, and then raised his palm.

"Annihilation."

In an instant, an invisible wave was lifted, and all the peeping sights turned into nothingness under this blow!

Broken! Broken! Broken!

It was as if some barrier had been breached, and there was a crisp cracking sound, and after only three seconds, the entire floor of the hallway was turned into mud, smearing the gray walls in a terrible scarlet.

In the blood mist, a repetitive note reappeared.

"Where are you?"

Lin Shi's footsteps stopped, and he looked around at a loss.

He was sent to this place by the headquarters to find clues to the realm of reincarnation, not to run around so nonsensically.

So... Where do you go next?

Ding——

The light at the end of the corridor suddenly lit up, and in the dead silence, the dilapidated elevator door slowly opened, and the light in it illuminated the blood-red corridor.

Instinctively, the moment the door opened, he felt an extreme malice lock on him.

Is it the enemy?

If it's an enemy, kill it.

As for the realm of reincarnation, it must be in the enemy's place, right?

Kill the enemy, and then take the realm of reincarnation, right... It's as simple as that.

Lin Shi, whose brain circuit is abnormally simple, walked into the elevator without the slightest hesitation, and in the crisp sound, the elevator door slowly closed.

Fifteen seconds later, when the elevator door opened again, a torrent of blood rushed towards him.

"Get out."

Under the shadow of suffocation, the surging blood stopped three millimeters in front of his nose as if it had been coagulated, and then Lin Shiyan slowly walked out through the blood curtain.

He hated getting his clothes dirty, especially the stinking blood.

Walking in a pool of blood, Lin Shiyan advanced in the silent aisle.

He walked for a long time, until the end of the road finally appeared, a half-open door.

On the door frame, only half of the sign was left telling him that this was the morgue.

Lin Shiyan grabbed his hair, and finally looked into the door with some puzzlement, and then pushed the door in.

In the room behind the door, someone was chuckling happily, bent over something on a stretcher.

Under the flickering light, he could see blackened blood spilling from the man's feet, slowly flowing down the cracks in the floor, and finally into the cracks in the floor.

As if finally sensing the arrival of bystanders, the young man with medical gloves turned his head, revealing an unusually pale face: "Can you wait a minute, I'm tinkering with me in the last scene, can you wait for me for five minutes?" ”

Under the strange howl that was enough to burst people's eardrums, Lin Shiyan looked at the wreckage on the stretcher.

"Okay."