On the empty Huiling Mountain, the shouts of the acacia echoed.

What about people...... Where have all the people gone......

Also, what about Xue Chen?

However, after the half-ring, the only response that could be given to Hehuan was the echo of the empty valley.

I don't care about anything, Hehuan sat on the threshold in front of the Daxiong Treasure Palace, his expression was overwhelmed and sluggish, he stayed for a while, Hehuan still couldn't sit still, got up and went around the peach blossom forest behind, only to see the jade plate on the peach blossom tree, still fluttering alone in the wind.

Hehuan gently took it off the tree, took it in his hand and looked at it carefully, and found that there were not only three words on the sign, Gu Wanwan, but the blank space next to it seemed to have been scraped flat by something sharp.

Hehuan held it in his hand, if he didn't guess wrong, could this crossed out name be Xiahou Rin, after all, Gu Wanwan had been looking for him all the time, and then again, the small words in the line below still made people shudder.

In the thirteenth year of Kaiyuan.

Rao is Hehuan history is not good, but he also knows that the prosperous era of the Tang Dynasty has been more than a thousand years from now, if these two people existed in the Tang Dynasty, then what she has seen and heard these days, isn't it all mixed up with yin and yang?

The sign was very cold, and he held it, and her brain began to be confused, and she didn't know whether it was true or not, although she had been seeing strange things since she was eighteen years old, the subway suddenly had waves rushing in, the sky was thundering, and another world would appear in the sky, and there was a strange woman splashing gasoline at the crossroads, and there were blood stains and women's screams from the ceiling.

What's more, she even saw the rupture of the underwater corridor and the appearance of ghosts under the sun......

But when she really saw the historical words of the thirteenth year of Kaiyuan, she really didn't know how to accept it.

These days, is it a dream or reality, and why she can see this increasingly intense picture, suddenly, a terrifying thought crossed Hehuan's brain, and that thought told her that she may not have woken up from the ICU bed at all, or even survived......

Everything from then on is just a dream of yin and yang chaos......

No, she doesn't accept such a setting, she has been dead for so many years, from the age of eighteen to now, five or six years have passed, whether she is alive or dead, she has already judged, she can't not wake up, all this must have another explanation, but she doesn't know what to do, she can't prescribe the right medicine, if she can go home, she must go to the psychiatric department to see what is going on.

The wind began to be a little cool, blowing away the white fog around him, looking at the wind, Hehuan tied the sign in his hand back to the tree, somehow, after that thought came out, Hehuan's heart was extraordinarily calm, whether it was life or death, Gu Wanwan and Xiahou Rin should always be a couple, although I don't know why that name was crossed out...

Hehuan thought of Xue Chen.

Although I don't know where Xue Chen is at this moment, however, Hehuan also folded his hands, closed his eyes in front of the peach blossom tree, and silently made a wish, a drop of clear tears, slowly flowing out of Hehuan's drooping eyes, gently hanging into the underground soil, the wind passing by I don't know, what wish she made, just opened her eyes again, and suddenly a red figure flashed in the afterglow, Hehuan hurriedly glanced over, and found a woman in a red neon dress rushing out from the back door of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, Hehuan shouted: "Wait a minute!" He also ran over, but found that the hall was empty, and the red figure had disappeared......

Hehuan was stunned in place again, could it be that it was a ghost again?

Hehuan himself was also a little delirious, so he simply sat down, picked up his mobile phone casually and fanned himself, and raised his eyes from time to time to look at the jade Guanyin, but at a glance, Hehuan's eyes gradually condensed, when she first came here, the chicken blood red on the jade was only a little faint, but at this moment it was as red as fire.

He Huan raised his head and looked at the Buddha statue carefully, the blood-colored clothes were very weird, looking at it, He Huan gradually felt that the blood in the jade seemed to be flowing slowly......

Rubbing his eyes, Hehuan rubbed his sour neck, took a few steps back, and looked at the Guanyin statue in front of him, only to feel that the blood was rich, and for a while there was a somewhat gloomy breath flowing.

The wind outside the door was getting stronger and stronger, blowing dust and sand all over the ground, and it was still empty, and the silent mountains and forests seemed to have no breath of living people.

Hehuan held her chin, looking at the blood-colored Guanyin, I don't know if it was her own dazzle, she actually felt that there were some overlapping images of Guanyin's face, and in an instant, Hehuan seemed to have reacted to something, rubbed her eyes vigorously and widened, and looked up, the originally kind Guanyin's face suddenly turned into a hideous ghost face, like a rakshasa ghost who escaped from the eighteen hells......

Hehuan was not mistaken, Guanyin, who was supposed to be kind and compassionate, suddenly transformed into a blood-colored rakshasa, full of evil spirits, and even the air was filled with blood.

The gloom that came to his face made Hehuan withdraw from the Daxiong Treasure Hall again and again, and returned to the peach blossom forest.

The sky was cloudy, the wind was blowing, Hehuan hid behind the trunk of a peach blossom tree, just took a breath, and suddenly a cold hand put on Hehuan's shoulder, Hehuan was startled, and suddenly turned around, but faced a pale and petite face......

That's Gu Wanwan!

It's just that at this moment, the eyes of the person in front of him are hollow, and under the slender and white neck, there is a light red gauze, like an ancient wide-sleeved skirt, elegant and wide, and it is very ghostly when blown by the wind......

The Gu Wanwan in front of him was both familiar and unfamiliar, Hehuan didn't dare to recognize it, nor did he dare to speak, and before he could speak, he heard Gu Wanwan muttering to himself: "Have you seen him?" Have you seen him......"

In a word, ethereal, ethereal, breathless, and Gu Wanwan's cold hand was on Hehuan's shoulder, his strength became heavier and heavier, and Hehuan was out of breath, looking at the weird Gu Wanwan in front of him, Hehuan suddenly realized what the thirteenth year of Kaiyuan meant...

This is Datang's Gu Wanwan, Datang's Gu Wanwan!

She's not human, she's a ghost!

Thinking of this, Hehuan's cold hair stood upside down, and he hurriedly wanted to retreat, but he couldn't retreat, Hehuan wanted to desperately shake off Gu Wanwan, and struggled for a moment, and suddenly Gu Wanwan let go of her, and Hehuan fell backwards one by one, but suddenly threw himself into a warm embrace, how familiar it felt......

Someone behind him hurriedly hugged Hehuan, and when Hehuan turned around, it was Xue Chen's familiar face, and the surroundings began to be bustling and lively, Hehuan looked at him in a daze, this time the spiritual temple was still crowded, and there was a steady stream of tourists coming and going, and Xue Chen behind him was looking at her with a confused face.

Hehuan took the sign in his hand to look at it carefully, and found that there were two names engraved on it that he didn't know at all. Where did the sign engraved with Gu Wanwan's name go...