There are three conversion bridges without danger

Sigh and be in danger again

The bridge seems to be an ordinary wooden bridge, but behind it there is an infinite murderous opportunity.

It seems to be there quietly, but most of the people who want to get close to it are going back and forth.

Killing intent, endless killing intent, the moment I approached this conversion bridge, it came straight in, this killing intent chill was piercing, penetrating people's hearts, my feet just stepped on the bridge deck, but the whole person seemed to fall into the endless abyss in an instant, pierced into the bone marrow by the cold ice that had been condensed for hundreds of years, this boundless cold intent, even made me unable to move in an instant, and even unable to speak. The thunder that rumbled in his ears resounded in the sky, as if it was about to split everything in the world.

At the same time, the boundless abyss under the bridge seems to have an extra attraction at this moment, a warmth that makes people feel comfortable and comfortable, makes people yearn for it, and makes people feel relieved.

It's as if someone is whispering in your ear, jump off! If you jump, you will not be invaded by this biting cold; Jump down and you'll be back to your beloved and warm bed; Jump down and you'll get all the relief.

The Bridge of Refuge, a bridge of soul-devouring conversions, and everyone who sets foot on this bridge seems to have become its sacrifice at this moment, all of them are going to sacrifice their souls to his Deadpool.

And I'm not a Deadpool, of course, I don't want to die, so just when my feet just stepped on the bridge of refuge, and the extreme cold was about to freeze my soul, I hurriedly moved three steps to the left, and then took two big steps ahead, and then took a big stride like a horizontal crossing of the middle bridge, jumped to the other side of the bridge, and then turned to Xiaomei and said, "Xiaomei, you walk according to the place I stepped on." You can't take one more step, you can't take one less step, no matter what kind of thought comes to your mind, you don't care about it, you just follow the route I have taken, understand? ”

"Understood, Brother Tianyi!" Xiaomei didn't ask much, she lowered her head and dodged a zombie that pounced and bited, and then jumped on the bridge board that she had stepped on before, and walked on the bridge with a light body.

It's strange to say, those zombies who were desperately chasing the two of us to bite before were just standing at the head of the bridge at this moment, and the two of us were only a few meters away from them, but these guys seemed to be blocked by something, except for a few low roars from time to time, there was nothing they could do, not only that, but even those black gold turtles that were moving extremely fast did not dare to set foot on this conversion bridge at this time.

Seeing that these guys were not chasing after me, my hanging heart suddenly calmed down a lot, so I turned my head and said to Xiaomei: "This conversion bridge is arranged with the hexagram of thunder water to solve the hexagram. ”

"Thunder water hexagram?" Xiaomei asked in surprise.

"The so-called thunder water hexagram, in my family biography of the Qin Dragon secret art has been recorded, this hexagram first appeared in the word decision, this hexagram is different hexagrams, the lower hexagram is the kan, the upper hexagram is the shock. Earthquakes are thunder and movements; Hurdles are water and dangers. The danger is inside, and the movement is outside. The original idea of this hexagram was that after the harsh winter, when people heard the first thunder in the sky, they knew that the water on the earth had melted away and spring had arrived. This means that everything has been freed from the cold winter that is not suitable for survival. However, liberation requires determination and strength, of course, it also requires methods, and every step we take now is the hexagram layout of this thunder and water hexagram, although the bridge deck seems to be ordinary, but the texture on the bridge plate is full of gossip diagrams. The static pole moves, everything is renewed, winter goes to spring, and everything is eliminated for the solution. I muttered as I walked around as if I were dancing.

It didn't take long for Xiaomei and I to finally arrive on the other side of the Three Conversion Bridge.

I looked back at the dozen or so zombies on the other side of the river, facing the horror, and I couldn't help but gasp in my heart, I didn't think much about life and death for a moment just now, and now I look back and look back, and I can't help but feel a lot more horror in my heart.

"Brother Tianyi, what do you see here?" Just when I was still reminiscing about the previous battle, Xiaomei on the side suddenly pulled me and said.

"What's wrong?" I wondered.

"There's no road in here, it's a wall. Also, the carvings on this wall are so strange, look at them! Xiaomei frowned, waved the flashlight in her hand, and looked around at the stone wall in front of her.

This stone wall is very tall, nearly 100 meters long and more than 50 meters wide, and it looks like a football field has been erected from a distance.

This stone wall is carved with all kinds of characters and patterns, and the carving is very fine, if you can get a corner of it out and put it outside for auction on the black market, it can be worth more than 10 million casually. Because this stone wall is so big, and the light of the flashlight in my hands and Xiaomei is really limited, the light is less than one-tenth of this stone wall, but as far as we can see, I can't help but gasp. Because, what is engraved on it is a picture of suicide and burial.

The content of the picture is not complicated, thousands of people gathered under a wall, holding a bloody dagger in their left hand and their own heads in their right hands, all smiling, although they cut off their heads, they seem to be enjoying themselves, and their expressions are as if they have received the best reward in the world.

In addition, there is a person standing behind the wall, judging from the image on the mural, he is far higher than the others, which may indicate that this person's status is higher than others, or it may indicate that this person is the god in the hearts of those people, but in any case, this person at this time raised his arms high, his eyes are closed, the corners of his mouth are raised, showing a strange smile, and there are many gas-like things in his nostrils that he inhales. And those who cut off their own heads were now passing through the wall in the form of a soul, slowly turning into a puff of gas and drifting towards the person.

"It's ...... It's the Wall of Sighs! "Seeing these reliefs in front of me, I said in surprise.

"What? What is the Wall of Sighs? Xiaomei asked in surprise.

"This is the dividing line between hell and hell, and of course the only way to hell." I said through gritted teeth. "There is a legend since ancient times, once you sigh, you will never return! Although the Wall of Sighs appears more than once in Greek and Norse mythology, it appears only once in China, and it is said that this Wall of Sighs is the only entrance to the Nineteenth Hell, which exists outside the eighteenth level. That is to say......"

"In other words, the living cannot pass through this wall of sighs, and the only way to pass through this wall is to die?" Xiaomei didn't wait for me to finish speaking, then sighed and continued.

"That's right!" I didn't say anything more, just nodded.

"So what do we do now?" Xiaomei looked at me and said.

"Do you want to hear the truth? Or is it a lie? I looked at Xiaomei and smiled.

"Do you still have the heart to joke at this time?" Xiaomei said coldly.

"Hey! I just want to be as active as the mind! Maybe......" Just as I was saying this, suddenly a flute came from the dark place on my left.

This flute sound is not strong, nor melodious, but intermittent, if there is nothing, if it is normal, when you hear this sound, you will definitely think that the person who plays the flute is not a beggar, or an unkempt child who is only a few years old, but now, under such an empty and boundless, and quiet wall of terrible sighs, this weak flute sound is like a thunderbolt, so that Xiaomei and I can't help but stand on end.

"What's that sound?" Xiaomei asked knowingly. She is a girl after all, although many times she tries to show a sense of old-fashionedness, but at the critical moment, the girl's natural fear of ghosts is still undoubted.

"Flute!" I said.

"How can there be a flute in this place?" Xiaomei asked a little timidly, taking a few steps back. "Could it be ......" And just before she could finish her words, she suddenly stepped on something under her feet, and made a "click" sound, which frightened her whole person and screamed violently, "It's a skeleton!" ”

It turned out that there were tens of thousands of bones piled up in a corner near the wall of sighs, although they had long since rotted into white bones, but the tragic scene piled up into the mountain and the ground that turned dark brown after being stained red by blood still couldn't help but make people shudder, reminiscent of the bloody massacre in the past, and more importantly, the scene here was exactly the same as the happy suicide scene on the stone wall.

"Hah! You're not even afraid of zombies and moths, so why are you still afraid of ghosts at this time? I said with a forced smile.

"Because...... Because these people, they have no heads! Xiaomei gritted her teeth and said.

"What has no head? They really don't have heads? With that, I hurriedly leaned down to examine the bones.

Sure enough, as Xiaomei said, there was really nothing outside the neck bones of these skeletons, and to my great surprise, their skulls were actually in their hands.

"This ......" I couldn't help but be stunned, and I didn't know what to say for a while.

And at this moment, a cool breeze hit, and I couldn't help but shiver, and along with the cold, there was also the sound of the flute.

It's still in that darkness, it's still that weak look, it's still the seemingly monotonous melody.

But what does this simple melody mean?

Is it death? Or hope?

Nobody knows.

Perhaps, someone would have known the meaning of this flute. However, it is likely that he was buried here thousands of years ago, and now he is one of these headless bones.

Perhaps, the flute itself is a prelude to death.

All who hear it will be buried outside this wall of sighs.

Or perhaps, the sound of the flute is the only way to get through the Wall of Sighs.

There used to be a cloud in the Buddha's saying, death is life, and life is death. Isn't that how most things in the world are? Whether a path is life or death, whether a thing is good or bad, only those who have experienced it know.

And if a person wants to know the truth of the matter, the best way is of course to approach it, see it with his own eyes, make judgments with his own mind, and prove it with his own actions.

Therefore, when the flute sound came for the third time, Xiaomei and I had already rushed to the place where the flute sounded from.