The book is picked up again

Perhaps, this purgatory is also sealed with a powerful person!

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"Come on, it's time for us to go. I can't stay here any longer. Midnight beckoned to the mandrill imp and shouted softly.

"Where are you going? Where is the luwa? "The mandrill imp shouted bitterly and hatefully.

"No way?" The corners of Midnight's mouth rose, "Then I'll open a way!" ”

After saying that, Midnight didn't wait for the mandrill imp to ask, and in his look of disbelief, he slammed his fist into the stone wall on the left.

A fist not as big as a sandbag is comparable to a hard stone wall of steel. Originally, there was no suspense, but here, it has become different.

The white-skinned fist passed through the layers of black gas in front of the stone wall and fell directly on the stone wall, and then, the black qi that was originally motionless suddenly condensed, and quickly wrapped around Midnight's fist.

In an instant, the white fist became black and terrifying, as if there was a layer of black scales covering it, and it looked like the arm of a demon dragon, which still looked a little cool.

"Does it hurt?"

The mandrill imp touched his little fist, looked at Midnight, and asked weakly, looking very cute.

"Pain? Of course it hurts, but I'm thick-skinned, so I'm not afraid! Midnight said with a smile, retracting his fist and taking a few steps back.

"Huh~, it's not useless to say it so well!" The mandrill imp sneered, and reached out his little black hand to try to touch the stone wall. Then he glanced back at Midnight, who was standing far away, and his heart suddenly chuckled.

A feeling of being pitted welled up in my heart, and then, a strange shattering sound suddenly rose behind me. The mandrill imp slowly turned around, and a huge black shadow was imprinted.

rumble

The broken stone wall collapsed, and all rolled down towards the mandrill ghost, and soon formed a small mountain of stones on the ground.

A moment later, a puff of black smoke drifted out from under the stone pile, condensing in front of Midnight in the shape of a mandrill ghost. As soon as the little ghost came out, he stared at Midnight with extremely resentful eyes, and at the same time kept beating the invisible dust on his body, his face full of disgust.

"What do you see? Let's go! ”

Midnight shrugged, ignoring the mandrill imp's murderous eyes, walked over and patted his little head, and laughed softly.

"Humph!" The mandrill imp dodged Midnight's hand and snorted coldly in a heavy nasal voice, "I'll never be with you again." ”

“……”

Behind the stone wall of the night, there is a passage, which winds and changes, not only there are many forks in the road, but also there is black fog, and the visibility is relatively low, like a labyrinth built underground.

After walking out for a while, a strange cry came from somewhere in front of him, echoing through the black passage for a long time, and it also had the effect of persisting and expanding.

"This purgatory is truly magical! This kind of clever design is simply stunning. "I was amazed while walking in the middle of the night, like a tourist who went to a tourist attraction to watch.

However, the mandrill imp behind him suddenly stopped and stopped moving forward.

I saw him standing in place, the expression on his face gradually solidified, and a trace of cold sweat dripped from his back. Of course, ghosts don't sweat. But at this moment, the little ghost's expression was extremely frightened, as if his mind was shocked, and he could only stand in a daze, not daring to move.

Midnight, who was walking in front, felt that something was wrong, and when he turned around, he saw the mandrill imp standing in place, and the fear on his face quickly rendered this silent black passage with a strange aura.

"Little ghost, you, are you alright?"

Midnight asked tentatively, unable to figure out what was going on, and not daring to act rashly. One can only try to understand.

"Crying...... There was crying......"

The fear on the face of the mandrill imp had not yet faded, and he kept muttering these words in his mouth, and the bright pupils became silent, without light or life. It is like the sluggishness of a person lying on the spiritual bed when he is dying, and the despair of being about to die.

"What crying? Make it clear. ”

Midnight slowly leaned towards the mandrill imp, a pair of eyes staring closely into the mandrill imp's eyes, and kept asking.

"Crying ......"

"There was a mother's cry...... And the cries of younger siblings...... There was a loud cry...... There was a little cry ......"

"All sorts of cries...... Cry...... Crying ......"

Suddenly, when Midnight was approaching the mandrill imp, the imp's dull eyes suddenly raised, startling Midnight.

Then the face began to twist strangely, and fear and pain appeared on the same distorted face at the same time, showing the horror in the little ghost's heart without reservation.

At this moment, not only did the little ghost fall into the devil's stun, but also in the middle of the night, a cry seemed to sound somewhere far away in his ears, and then the whole person was like drifting on a boat and encountering a big wave, the shaking world began to rotate, and his consciousness began to be confused.

Only the strange cries in the ears grew clearer and clearer, the cries of old men, the cries of young women, and the cries of children......

Each cry seems to have its own three-dimensional surrounding, magnifying the poignancy in the cry, the only remaining softness in the heart is shattered, the sadness and sorrow in the heart overflow uncontrollably, and a kind of sin and guilt from the depths of the soul also come to the excitement.

At this moment, Midnight seemed to be in the mourning hall, lying quietly on the mourning bed, his body gradually hardened and could not move, and his consciousness was constantly confused. Little by little, the light from the world faded in his eyes, until he became dim, dark, and became only cold and lonely.

At this time, only the last breath was left, and half of the soul seemed to have left the body, wandering alone in the cold night.

Everything outside of his body dispersed, and all that was tightly wrapped around him was the mournful and mournful cry in front of the spiritual bed, which was brought by the cold wind howling in the cold night, and cried around the body at great speed.

The cry entered the mouth, throat, lungs, and heart with the cold wind, turning into an ice blade and penetrating deep into the atrium until it was drenched in blood, and could not stop the wailing cry.

Terrible, pathetic, lamentable.

When Midnight's consciousness came to his senses, he didn't know how long it had been, and although there was no longer that wail in his ears, the sad and miserable cry still echoed in his heart.

If the psychological tolerance is weaker, I am afraid that I will not be able to stand the sorrow and temptation of this cry at this moment, and I will already cut off myself.

He cupped his forehead, and a constricted pain crept into his brain, causing his body to shake again, and he almost collapsed.

Looking around, the mandrill imp was still lying beside him, but there were more debut claw marks and blood stains on his body, and his body seemed to be much whiter and tenderer, looking extremely weak, as if he had returned to the state when he had just died.

The newly dead ghost can't hide the scars on his body, and Midnight still knows this. When I looked up, an old man dressed in green flames was looking at them with a smile, it was the old ghost of green flames.

"Old ghost, why are you here?" Midnight asked in surprise, then glanced at the surrounding stone walls and asked, "Where is this?" ”