Running and running, two colors of the sky appeared on the horizon, the sky at the other end was obviously dark and gloomy, and it was raining heavily, which was completely different from the scorching sun desert here, and the two completely different colors appeared together, causing the dividing line to look obvious.

Walking to the dividing line, Ling Yaofeng summoned Huofeng back, the two of them just crossed between the two skys, and then turned back, where was there any desert, and there was a stone wall behind them.

The rain was very heavy, Ling Yaofeng's barrier was still there, so that the two of them could not get wet, in front of them was a dilapidated village, the sky was dark, the two looked at each other, and took a turn in this village, this village is very small, the same as the bottom of the well, round, surrounded by walls, more than a dozen broken thatched houses, a big locust tree, a few sheep intestine paths, there is no village, except for these, not even with the grass.

Ling Yaofeng looked up at the still rainy sky, and didn't seem to have any good ideas.

Not far away, there was a nursery rhyme singing: "Continuous rain, never stop, forbidden world, forbidden yellow sky, children do not return home, the old man becomes dry bones, and only when there is a sunny day will he return to the soul." ”

I vaguely saw a child dressed as a shepherd boy sitting on the back of a buffalo and slowly walking towards the village.

Ling Yaofeng raised his hand to signal Shen Zhiyue not to move, and the two of them stood under the big locust tree, watching the shepherd boy from far and near.

The shepherd boy walked up to the two of them and took off the hat, and then Shen Zhiyue saw that the child's face and body were full of imprints, all kinds of shapes, and there was a dead word on his forehead, which looked new, and there were blood scabs.

The little shepherd boy held the flute and asked them, "Why are the two monks here?" There is no rice or food in the village, and there is no way to entertain. ”

"If you enter by mistake, you don't need to be entertained, but now we are surrounded by stone walls, and there is nowhere to go." Ling Yaofeng replied.

The little shepherd boy glanced at Ling Yaofeng very strangely, pointed behind Ling Yaofeng with his flute and said, "Stone wall? ”

"Yes."

Not far away, the door of a dilapidated house opened, and out of it came a rickety old man, with white hair and beard, thin skin and bones, and a raged shirt, and no umbrella, trembling and majestic.

It's this kind of familiarity that makes people feel cool from the bottom of their hearts, this time it's even stronger, why do you feel this way, Shen Zhiyue covered her heart and couldn't help but take a big breath.

Ling Yaofeng put his arm around her and asked, "What's wrong?" Are you okay? ”

Shen Zhiyue shook his head, wanting to get rid of this feeling.

"It's Soul Rain." The old man spoke.

Shen Zhiyue felt her heart tremble, her body was like falling into an ice cave, she wanted to try to see her surroundings clearly, and she seemed to hear Ling Yaofeng calling her, but she couldn't feel anything except the sound of her heart beating violently.

She woke up again, she heard the sound of dripping water in her ears, and her first reaction was to look for her sword, but fortunately, the waves were at her hand.

It seemed to be in a room, and she was covered with a white robe.

"Shen Zhiyue, are you awake?" She was in a daze when she heard someone calling out to her.

Shen Zhiyue stood up and walked out of the door, it was still that village, she exhaled deeply, turned her head, and saw Ling Yaofeng digging something at the door with his sleeves rolled.

"What are you digging again?" Shen Zhiyue asked.

"Again?" Ling Yaofeng glanced up at her strangely and said, "This domain is very strange, I'm testing if it's as I think." As he spoke, he picked up a piece of beast bone that was placed aside and stretched it out in front of Shen Zhiyue.