As far as the eye can see, a pool seven or eight feet wide is presented in front of you, brown water, bubbling blisters, it looks like industrial wastewater, it looks dirty, a little disgusting, this is the pregnant soul pool that Liu Mengying and Feng Mengxi said.

"Brother, I'm going." When I was looking at this pregnant soul pool in a daze, Xiao Ling's voice suddenly appeared in my mind, and the next moment, I only felt a gust of breeze blowing, and I understood that Xiao Ling had rushed towards the pregnant soul pool.

"Sister Mengying, there is no way here, are we in the wrong place, what should we do?" Mo Xinqi's eyebrows furrowed slightly, staring at the Pregnant Soul Pool, and asked.

Liu Mengying said: "The location should be right, let's stay by this pool!" ”

"Is there any use in guarding?" I asked with a furrowed brow.

Liu Mengying said: "Master Feng's words should not, he originally meant to bring us here." ”

Before, he didn't understand why Feng Mengxi brought them here, but vaguely, she understood something. When she broke the barrier, she had been here and fought with the three island countries, and those three guys had never been in love with the war, leading her away, presumably knowing that this place was different.

She didn't react at the time, but now that she thinks about it, those three guys had a purpose in luring her away.

"Look, what's that?" When we were inadvertent, Yun Yi suddenly stretched out her hand and pointed at the pool and exclaimed.

Hearing this, we all cast our eyes.

I saw that the water in the pregnant soul pool gurgled up, showing a circle of ripples, when the ripples were stirred, a round of bright moon light emanated, we looked up, it was still a swarthy moving wall.

"This?"

When such a ridiculous thing happened, we were all stunned and didn't understand what was going on.

"Brass eyes?" Liu Mengying shouted loudly.

Needless to say, we've all seen the changes in the pool.

When the ripples were completely stirred, the moon in the pond became brighter and brighter, and slowly a black thread appeared in the middle of the moon, splitting the moon into two halves.

It is generally soft and smooth, and it usually seems to be stained with blood.

Gradually, I seemed to go under the moon, as if I could reach out and touch the moon that had been split in half.

Looking at this strange moon, I entered a very magical state, immersed in it, I don't know how long, a breeze blew gently in my ears, but even with a trace of majesty, I still couldn't help but shiver.

When the cold soaked into my body, my dull gaze seemed to change direction, and I found that the surroundings were actually familiar to me.

A small cabin appeared next to me, familiar, and I couldn't help but walk towards it.

When I saw that the door was fastened, I reached out and latched it open, and when I went in, I found a candle lit in the room, and an old man lying on a bench with a serious expression and fingers pinching.

"Grandpa Lin." When I saw him, I was overjoyed and immediately shouted.

Grandpa Lin didn't seem to notice me coming in, his fingers kept pinching, and his mouth seemed to be babbling something, and I couldn't hear it clearly.

Discovering this, I couldn't help but wonder, why couldn't Grandpa Lin hear me, what was going on? When I looked at myself, I found that I had no entity, only a head, and Grandpa Lin didn't seem to see me.

Instead, I found a piece of woollen paper next to him, which was my date of birth, and I took a closer look, and as expected.

Grandpa Lin pinched his fingers, counting something, and muttered from time to time, and at one point, he suddenly stood up from the bench, picked up the woolen paper of my birth date, and walked towards the center of the room.

In the house, he took the things he usually used to help people tell fortunes, and looked at them, and soon he made a sacrificial ceremony, and placed my date of birth on it, and held a peachwood sword in his hand, and waved it continuously.

Suddenly, a thunderbolt fell out of thin air, the thunder had no sound, and it slashed directly on the wool weaving, and Grandpa Lin was a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and his breath was sluggish.

Then, ignoring his body struck by lightning, he picked up the brush beside him and wrote on the paper.

I looked closer, and it was the lines of boys he had left on my woollen paper.

It seemed that before he finished writing, his hands kept shaking, and several mouthfuls of blood spurted out of his mouth one after another, becoming more and more sluggish.

When he trembled and picked up the woolen paper and put it on the bench in front of him, the whole person seemed to be crazy, sweating profusely, and trembling uncontrollably.

Quickly found a white silk, hung the white silk on the hanging beam, only to tie a knot in a hurry, and the figure couldn't stop leaving the ground and leaning towards the white silk.

I was so thrilled to see this abnormal, unbelievable movement that I rushed over to pull him down, but unfortunately my hand reached over as if it had touched air, without the slightest substance.

Grandpa Lin fell on the white silk, his eyes were scarlet, as if he had lost consciousness, and his body trembled violently. And the thing about him hanging the white silk seemed to be involuntarily, and someone controlled him to do it.

My eyes were red as I watched, but I didn't have the slightest power to stop this.

It's like this picture deliberately let me see, and the cruel picture that I don't want to see is imprinted in my heart.

Grandpa Lin struggled hard, but unfortunately the more he struggled, the tighter he was strangled by the white silk, I tried seven or eight times, trying to put him down, but unfortunately, Grandpa Lin had already choked his breath.

What is the reason for all this? There is something terrible hidden in my background, why did Grandpa Lin want to help me burn it, but in exchange for a thunderbolt, he went crazy and hanged himself.

Knowing clearly that Grandpa Lin's death was because of me, I wanted to escape, screaming hysterically, trying to escape from this terrible environment, but it was useless, I was in his cabin, floating all the time, as if I was like a ghost.

"Hehe, master, this old guy tried to change your fate in vain, and I killed you."

Just as my eyes were red, a gloomy voice appeared in my ears, and then, a man who had lost half of his face, no, it should be a ghost, appeared before me, trying to please me.

"You did everything just now?" I was originally afraid of this face, but listening to his tone, Grandpa Lin wanted to help me change my life, and he killed him, and I couldn't help the trembling breath that erupted in my heart, and yelled violently.

"Master, don't you know me? I am your most faithful messenger. In the past, when you faced such a guy, you killed it directly, oh no, it's not a guy, it's your mother. The grimace saw that I was angry, but instead looked at me with a smile and explained.

"What? You say that my mother was killed by me? ”

Hearing this, I seemed to have discovered some shocking secret, didn't my father say that my mother died in childbirth when she gave birth to me? Why is this happening? I even killed my own mother?