Black shadows emerged from the ground mountain, and no one knew what it was, and then they slowly stood up.

Around me, a black mist emerged, enveloping me.

With the sound of the silent lyre, every note beats, as if to guide them, and the familiar black long sword slowly appeared in their hands.

In my field of vision, Xiao Mo stood in front of me, the red blood was still falling like this, and I felt that it could go down until I was old.

"Stop." Xiao Mo's voice came into his mind.

But how could I stop.

Stop, it's still the same ending as before.

No, I can't stop.

I don't want to die, and I don't want to be involved in the Shadow Pavilion or the song.

I can't help it.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Xiao Mo, I really can't help it.

A tear fell from my eyes, and my hand was still playing the tune of "Nether", it was so weird, it was not a song that a human could make.

Xiao Mo's eyes were not blaming, but distressed, she stood in front of me like this, looking at me with such eyes.

And I don't know.

In such a situation, what is the scene outside?

When the song "Nether" was played, Zhuqing sensed that something was wrong, that was his most direct instinct as a killer, and he couldn't say it clearly, he just felt that this piano sound was very scary and dangerous, and it had to be stopped immediately.

So his fan flew towards my hand, but the black mist around my body helped me block the attack.

As the music progressed, he couldn't get any closer to my body.

He jumped back a few steps, only to find that everything on the ground had turned black, and the shadow stood up, still holding a long sword, trying to slash them.

Luckily, they were killers, not the soldiers.

The reflexes were all very fast, and a few dodges were away from the group of black shadows.

However, the black color will continue to expand, and little by little, it will swallow up the surrounding scenery, such as the stones on the road, or the flowers and plants on the ground, all of which are covered by the black of the ground.

The sound of the piano is still ringing, this music is not good, it is very strange, there is an indescribable awkwardness and weirdness, which makes people get goosebumps just by listening to it.

The former acting pavilion master frowned, he underestimated my strength, I didn't expect that in the last desperate moment, I would play this song, although he didn't know "Netherworld", but he knew that now they were in passivity, so he hurriedly said: "Let's withdraw!" ”

"Yes." All the killers present responded in unison.

"Takekiyo." The former acting pavilion lord shouted.

Zhuqing hurriedly turned around, wanting to return to the former pavilion master, but he didn't expect that on the way he retreated, a black person suddenly appeared, holding a long sword in his hand, but his movements were still slow, waving towards Zhuqing's head.

Zhuqing hurriedly flashed to the side, but what he thought in his heart was: With such a slow speed, he still wants to cut me, impossible.

Indeed, if there was only this speed, the group of Duoqi soldiers would not have died in the first place.

When no one expected it, the unexpected always came so suddenly.

The black shadow suddenly disappeared from his front like a bubble, and then, in the next second, it appeared behind Zhuqing, the long sword penetrated his body, the blood did not gush out, and the black aura surrounded him, Zhuqing knelt on the ground and slowly lowered his head.

And the underground of Zhuqing is still black.

The former Pavilion Master saw this problem at a glance.

That is, if they stand in the black range, then these black shadows will kill you indiscriminately.

It doesn't matter who you are.

No matter how strong the martial arts are, they can't hide from it, and they can't hide from the dark shadow from hell.

"Hurry up and get out of the black zone!" The former acting pavilion master reminded the others and hurriedly said.

However, the Black Shadow would not wait for him to remind him before making a move.

By the time he spoke, it was too late.

Several black shadows had already inserted their swords into the killer's body, and all of them were terrified, not knowing when death had come or where they had come from.

Kill, never late.

And "Nether" is the beginning of this carnival.

The former Pavilion Master was right, the black shadow would only move within the black range and kill people, but what he didn't expect was that this area would continue to expand.

Especially, people who run out of this area.

For the dark shadow, they are all prey to be slaughtered, and the hunter will not let go of the prey that runs out of his hands.

The black area expanded again.

The former Pavilion Master was shocked and turned his head to look in my direction.

It's a pity that I can't see this anymore, the black mist protects me very well, no one can hurt me, and no one can stop my piano sound.

"Don't stop."

This is a temptation from hell.

When the power of life and death is in your own hands, that feeling is difficult to get rid of.

It's like a warm quagmire, which will only tempt you little by little, make you sink until you are swallowed up by the whole quagmire.

The black area is purposefully spreading past the former Pavilion Master.

I want to kill him.

This is my strong will.

And under the guidance of my will, those black shadows began to chase after the former Pavilion Master.

As he escaped, and the distance continued to lengthen, the killers who ran slowly were killed one by one by the black shadows, and even if you flew in mid-air, the long sword would accurately find your heart and stab at your heart.

This is, the Song of the Netherworld, the Song of the Buried Soul.

Find you, kill you, and never die.

"Devil! Devil! ”

"What is this?"

"Ahh ——”

"Murder! There are ghosts! ”

"Ah, don't kill me, don't kill me."

The scope is slowly expanding, not only within the scope of the Yao family, but gradually, it has already invaded other people's homes, of course, this darkness has brought disaster to ordinary people.

And it's a catastrophe from which there is no escape.

"Luo Qinlin!" It's a familiar name that calls me.

I woke up suddenly, watching Xia Zihuang slowly approach me, he seemed to be angry, yes, he should be angry too.

I looked at him silently, not responding, because I didn't know what I was supposed to say.

"Jean Lin." Xiao Mo called me gently.

"Stop."

Stop it?

Stop what?

"Stop, Lochenlin."

What the?

Who am I? What am I doing?

Why should I stop.

I suddenly didn't understand.

The scene around me changed again, it was boundless darkness, there was no sky, there was no earth, I seemed to be trapped in a black space, I looked down at my hands, the silent piano was floating in the air, and the sound of the piano was still flowing from my fingertips.

I began to wonder, why am I playing here?

Who am I? Where am I?

"Stop!"

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