Cao Taiyi, where have you been? ”

"Cao Taiyi, where are you?"

The man's deep voice rang out, and as soon as the voice disappeared, it was followed by the voice of a strange woman.

The voice was so close to me that it seemed to be right in my ears, could it be someone who grabbed my arm?

No, I'm moving.

Even though it was completely dark, I could feel the air flowing in my ears and my body moving.

Of course, I felt this because I didn't take a step at all, and my body moved strangely as I stepped on extremely hard ground.

"Cao Taiyi ......"

It's like the singing voice in Peking Opera, and the voice pulls a long tone.

If it was really a Peking Opera tone, I shouldn't feel anything, but this tone is still twisting and turning, with a palpitating trill.

"Don't listen, it's a soul."

The blood-dripping man in his eyes spoke, and there was a hint of fear in his voice.

Calling the soul, which has been heard in reality, is said to be a way for children who have lost their souls.

It's a pity that I haven't had any relatives since I was a child, and I've never felt any sense of losing my soul.

I didn't want to listen, my hands were caught, and I couldn't plug my ears even if I wanted to.

From the moment I first felt that something was wrong, I had already tried, and the hand that grabbed my arm was much stronger than me.

"Cao Taiyi, Cao Taiyi ......"

The voices began to increase gradually, more and more.

There are also more and more changes in tone, from Peking Opera elongation to yin and yang weirdness, as well as all kinds of chaotic and strange tones.

All I could feel was a piercing pain in my left eye, and a chill came out of my left eye.

"Ah......h

It was the voice of the bloody man, and he screamed, his voice getting worse and worse.

There was pain in my left eye, the pain was comparable to the feeling of Qin Yue dripping ghost blood in my left eye, the pain was like a blunt knife, slowly cutting my left eyeball.

The pain seemed to come from the depths of my soul, and I opened my mouth wide in pain, but I couldn't even make a sound.

"Ah......h

The blood-dripping man was still screaming, and in the midst of his screams, he was shouting at me: "Draw your sword, draw your sword, draw your sword......"

I felt my hands loosen and my arms disappeared.

"Draw your sword, why are you stunned, do you want us all to die?" Seeing that I hesitated, the blood-dripping man shouted at me again.

"Damn, I can't see anything, how do you want me to draw my sword?" I couldn't help but choke back with anger, and the pain in my left eye kept coming. At such a time, I was still in the mood to quarrel with the blood-dripping man.

"Draw your sword, ahhh......hhh

I groped my hands around, because I knew that the man on the blood dripping would not be joking, especially in this case, he could not have been so anxious if it were not for his life.

My hand was slightly cold, and I grabbed a cold iron bar, and by the touch and memory, I could be sure that it was the long sword that I was touching.

"Ah......h

The howl suddenly sounded, my body trembled, my head was almost torn, and a cloud of blood sprayed out when I opened my mouth.

I didn't have time to think about why I had come to this place, so I clenched my sword with one hand and pulled the blade out with a slight force.

The blade was unexpectedly light, and it seemed to have no weight in the hand.

"Hoo ......"

The scorching heat surged out of front of me, pushing me to stagger away.

In the darkness in front of him, there was light, only the light of a small gap.

It's like a drop of pure milk dripping into a piece of ink.

The milk spreads in this jet-black ink, not very fast, but it also happens to allow us to see the situation clearly.

The light came from the long sword in my hand, although it was a long sword, in fact, the sword was no more than three feet long, in modern terms, at most a meter long.

The skull on it is gradually being lit up, the light is not very bright, not dazzling and soft.

I raised the sword in my hand, and the corpse of the sword that had lost it was reduced to a cloud of shards, flying around me like snow.

All the skulls on the blade began to spew out mist, white mist, scorching white mist.

I've heard people say that the smoke from the flames is an entity, I really don't know what this kind of thing is? Obsession with some kind of incarnation? Like Nie Xiaoyun, a special obsession?

So far, I haven't seen many special obsessions, and Nie Xiaoyun is definitely the most amazing one.

Mother and son are united because of love, which I believe and am particularly touched.

But in my opinion, it is not particularly magical, and if I change it to Nie Xiaoyun, I can only use the word magical, and only magic can express my shock.

"Brush"

"Hungry, I'm so hungry, I'm going to eat you, eat all the ......"

The white smoke seemed to have its own light, tearing apart the surrounding gray mist and darkness, and the light gradually shone brightly.

This white smoke reminds me of the bone snakes outside, and when they climb into the flames, they turn into white mist.

Wait, me, how do I feel heavy in the brain?

The long sword in my hand also became very heavy, and I could barely stand on my feet.

It wasn't that heavy at first, but how can it be now?

I half-leaned on the blade and stood beside it panting, not knowing what was going on.

The more white mist emanates from the blade, the heavier my head becomes.

The heavier the head, the more white mist will come out.

In this situation, if I can't see that there is a problem with this sword, I am really a fool.

"Looking for death? Release the sword. The blood-dripping man in his left eye yelled, if he could come out, he would probably kick me away as soon as possible.

"I want to let go, loose, I can't let go......"

The sword seemed to be firmly attached to my hand, and no matter how much I let go, I couldn't throw it away.

"Click"

Countless rubble and rotten bricks burst overhead, and the bricks crackled and fell from above, grazing my shoulders and hitting the ground.

The cracked hole was on top of my head, but it happened to be out of my head.

I was half-kneeling on the ground, my mouth open and I inhaled hard, because it would, and if I dared to stop inhaling, I would die.

"Huhu...... What, what's going on? Dripping blood, man, your second uncle, you dig a pit for me again......"

I tried to inhale, and I didn't forget to scold the bloody man, I had to let Lao Tzu draw his sword, and now Lao Tzu can't let go, who is to blame?

"Bang Dang"

The sword fell to the ground, and the voice came far away, and I spurted blood again.

The blood fell on the blade of the sword, and under my watchful eye, it was slowly absorbed by the blade.

The skulls and black eyes on the blade seemed to be looking at me, almost sucking me in.

The heaviness on my head made me unable to look up, and I didn't even know where Cao Yu went.

"Cao Yu, protect well, protect ......"

I inhaled hard, but I couldn't utter a complete sentence.

"Drop, dripping blood, I'm ......"

Maybe I can't hold on anymore, really.

My head was getting lower and lower, as if I had been filled with lead, and my neck was almost broken.

The tibia made a strange sound and clicked, as if it could break at any moment.