When the name of "Liu Hongyu" came out of Zhao Ye's mouth, everything around me began to darken, and my body flew upwards again, turning sharply, and falling again after breaking through the clouds.

This time, I actually landed on the top of Longshou Mountain.

In the distance, the lights are bright, police patrols are everywhere, and a cordon keeps all irrelevant personnel out.

I saw Zhao Ye, standing near the outer wall of Kuixing Tower, holding the compass in one hand and the wall in the other, slowly squatting.

"Master Zhao?" I hurried over to find that he didn't even look at me.

His expression was very painful at this time, and his body trembled like chaff.

I hurriedly reached out to help him, but I didn't expect my hands to pass directly through his body. I tried again, but my hands were still running through his body, and he didn't feel the slightest feeling.

Could it be that Zhao Ye is a ghost, a fantasy, and a spirit? Or is it me?

I was struck by lightning, and I stood there for a long time without coming back to my senses.

Soon, I thought of a lot of things, remembering that I should be under the ground of the Ghost Domain Stone Forest at this time, why did I suddenly run to Longshou Mountain? Moreover, isn't Zhao Ye already dead, so why is he here again?

Zhao Ye walked with difficulty, swaying as he walked, but he still relied on his strong will to get out of a long distance. I watched as his clothes were drenched with sweat, so wet that he felt like he was dehydrated, and the ground was wet everywhere he went.

A policeman saw Zhao Ye and hurriedly ran over, and after seeing Zhao Ye's withered face in a few minutes, he was startled and beckoned his colleagues to come over to help.

Zhao Ye stretched out his hand tremblingly, borrowed the mobile phone from his policeman, and asked the other party to turn on the tape recorder that came with the mobile phone, and then took the mobile phone and said to the microphone position with difficulty: "Hey? Oh, hold here to record, right? Thank you. Little Fifth Brother, listen to me, I used a compass to make a positioning, and the place we went into was definitely not a dragon's lair.

I know from the inhabitants who have lived here for generations that this mountain range used to be coherent ......"

Not far away, many policemen ran in this direction, and some people brought stretchers. Among those people, I saw Yang Qing......

When Zhao Ye finished saying his last words, he returned the phone to the policeman, then stood up violently, pushed down all the people around him, and ran away like crazy.

No one expected such a change to occur suddenly, and he was a little caught off guard for a while, and tried to chase after him, but Zhao Ye ran very fast, faster than a half-grown young man.

I know that at this time, he has been controlled by the wire worm in his body, and he should have run to the side of the Liao River.

This should be the last moment of Zhao Ye's life, and I actually saw it with my own eyes at this time. My heart was blocked, I wanted to cry without tears, and I slowly squatted down with my head in my hands.

Suddenly, someone patted me on the shoulder and asked me with a smile: "Little Wuzi, what are you doing here, Buddha Sun can say, this is the first time we have been fighting, you can be scared or go back, it's still too late to ......"

I was stunned when I heard this voice, and I raised my head suddenly, and I saw that the young sunspot was looking at me with a smile, not far away, Sun Buddha was yawning impatiently, and behind Sun Buddha, there were three or four very famous people in the circle.

Why did you get here again all of a sudden? I was about to stand up, but I felt a "whoosh" above my head, and someone passed through my body, and that person turned out to be myself.

It's an illusion! It's fake! Everything is fake!

I roared loudly in my heart, raised my arm, and bit down my forearm. However, it doesn't hurt at all.

Suddenly, all the scenes in front of me began to distort and darken, and my body was slowly sinking into the earth, increasing in speed, and no amount of struggle I could make any difference.

In the endless darkness, I accelerated and fell, and the sound of the wind in my ears became louder and more chaotic, and finally turned into a noisy and headache-inducing chaotic scream.

I opened my eyes and found that I was lying on the ground, and I heard the strange roar of mandrills, the chaotic slapping sound.

Not far from me, Mi Duo struggled on the ground with her eyes closed, her face was full of tears, and she opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but she saw her lips agitated, and she couldn't hear any sound she made.

I quickly sat up and returned to the real world, feeling a splitting headache.

Immediately afterward, I saw that the other people were also lying on the ground, except for Leng Yue, who was motionless, and the rest of them were actually tossing on the ground.

I hurriedly stood up, looked up at the black-haired mandrills that were constantly slapping the stone table, covered my head and struggled to lift my legs that seemed to be filled with lead, and woke up Shen Dali and the others one by one.

Leng Yue is different from the others, she seems to sleep soundly and snores happily.

I crouched down and pushed him hard, and he opened his eyes to look at me, got up and stretched, then picked up his iron chopsticks and looked up at the black-haired mandrills.

The black and yellow smoke had faded a lot by now, and I wonder if it was the main reason why I was able to wake up.

When we all got up, the black-haired mandrill stopped its current movement and rose from the stone bench. At the same time, the noise in the stone house also stopped abruptly, and then the two-colored mandrills inside poured out.

The mandrills stood there quietly, blinking their red eyes and staring at us coldly, and then, after a strange cry from the black-haired mandrills, they climbed up the hanging chains in an orderly manner, climbed up in line, and soon hid back on the countless hanging coffins.

With the sound of "bang-la-la", the hanging coffin moved uneasily again, and the hanging chains were slowly taken back.

We looked at each other, and we didn't know why.

Shen Dali came over at this time, the expression on his face was very complicated, and he whispered to me: "Fifth brother, I just saw Zhao Ye, he ......"

As he spoke, his voice was a little choked, and he couldn't go on.

I put my hand on his shoulder, put my forehead on his forehead, and whispered in a somewhat hoarse voice, "I saw it too." ”

At this moment, a strange voice sounded in my heart, and the unfamiliar language came into my head again, conveying to me the general meaning: will it still exist, or will it perish completely, you say?

Because I had already heard a similar voice on the previous platform, I was not so shocked, but frowned and speculated on the meaning of the sentence.

As I understand it, it should refer to the soul of a person, and it is a question of whether there is a soul after death.

Since it is a question, something will inevitably come up to reveal the answer to us.

The mandrills are gone, what will come out?

As I thought, a huge tentacle bounced up from outside the platform, stretched out high, crossed the light-trough that was dancing with flames, and slammed into the ground of this platform, making a deafening sound that shook the platform violently, as if it was about to collapse.