Xia Qi couldn't detect the changes in the outside world, and at this time, he was in a strange state.

It's like a moviegoer who has chartered a venue, looking at the screen that keeps flashing pictures.

Most of the images are on a very ordinary-looking bus.

The people inside, sitting on the seats of the bus, seemed to be chatting with each other.

It's just that he doesn't know any of these people except for the man named Xiao Mo.

I can't even hear what they're chatting about.

It's just a momentary picture.

But as time went by, as the picture jumped more and more frequently, he gradually saw something as well.

That's the people on the bus, it's always changing.

Some people got out of the car and never came back.

The number of people also began to get smaller and smaller, from the first seven or eight, to the last three or two.

The initial greenness on Xiao Mo's face was completely replaced by perseverance.

It was as if God was telling him about his own suffering.

People keep showing up, and people leaving keep leaving.

He saw Xiao Mo's fragility and his loneliness behind people.

He held his head up, as if he didn't want to shed tears, but the tears kept sliding down his cheeks.

He looked at him, and his hair gradually changed from black hair to silver white.

He looked at him muttering as if he were reading the names of many people.

The picture changes, the bus disappears without a trace, and the world is shrouded in darkness.

Several men floated high in the air, screaming towards a crunch-like being.

Xiao Mo stood below, his heart and gall splitting, as if he was desperately trying to stop something.

Those people all turned into a trace of blood mist, the prison was broken, and Xiao Mo was submerged in it.

And then everything was gone.

It wasn't until it was quiet for a long time that there were a few more distant stars on the screen, and a man with white hair walked slowly towards one end, muttering to himself.

I don't know how long he walked until he stopped a little weakly.

Then his eyes looked down.

That's a city.

His gaze crossed the city and fell on some people.

Xia Qi recognized those people, who were with him on the bus at the time.

Those people are talking and laughing, or they are married, or they are worrying about trivial things, as if they have completely forgotten what happened to them.

Xiao Mo looked at them like this.

Day after day.

It's as if time doesn't walk at all in the space he's in.

The people below were laughing, and he was alone, muttering in the darkness as if reminiscing.

Then everything was shattered into pieces and into nothingness.

Xia Qi also lost consciousness completely in this process, like a wisp of wandering soul rippling in this heaven and earth.

I don't know where I am or where to return.

Just when Xia Qi fell into this state of being unaware of the outside world and himself, the outside world had passed a week unconsciously.

Except for the Second Domain, where Cao Yingjiu and the others were trying to restore the vitality of the Hades, the death trial ground where all forces gathered was surprisingly quiet.

It was as if after the Great War in a foreign land, all the forces were devastated and in dire need of time to recuperate.

The witch god was quiet.

People from the Western camp such as Gibel are quiet.

The Eastern camp was similarly quiet.

All forces seem to be waiting for something tacitly.

Only the masked man's power is still in the death trial.

All the forces dispersed and began to frantically search for the ghosts of the scourge side, covering a large area, almost bordering the area occupied by the Western camp.

Liu Yanmin is also in the team to clear the army of ghosts in the Death Trial.

Today, he is already a big man at the peak of the director, and there are more than 100 senior managers under him.

Everyone regarded him as a demon, because there were many times when he had lost control of his heart to the point of killing his side.

The number of times I get lost is increasing, from the first occasional, to the next often, and now every day, and it continues for longer and longer.

Liu Yanmin knew that he was afraid that his time was running out, and he had already separated from his subordinates, and he didn't want to kill innocents indiscriminately for his own reasons.

For the power owned by the masked man, the loss of a director has almost no impact.

So even if he dies here, it won't attract even anyone's attention.

Xia Qi asked him more than once if it was worth it, and why he would rather know what was waiting for him, but he insisted on doing it.

The reason is very simple, he also told Xia Qi that it was for strength.

Only by mastering enough strength can the pain in his heart be alleviated.

No matter what, he can't forget the powerlessness of his relatives and friends who died in the hands of the haunted house one after another.

It's not that he hasn't thought about letting go of hatred, letting go of grief, and surviving well.

But he couldn't do it, and there was no way to let go of it and survive.

Only by killing, constantly killing those ghosts, and fusing them, can he feel the meaning of his existence.

The masked man is indeed terrifying, but he can give him strength and give him a way to gain it.

Let him go from weak to strong step by step.

Step by step, he has grown from the lowest end of the food chain to a director who can slaughter a ghost and cause chaos.

This alone is sufficient.

From the first time he went uncontrollably and lost his mind, he knew he would never be able to return to the Summer Knights.

This is also why his attitude towards Xia Qi suddenly becomes indifferent.

It's not that he wants to alienate his friends, it's that he doesn't want to hurt them one day, or end up at their hands.

Either way, it's going to be very painful for them.

So since he had already taken this step before, why bother looking back?

Perhaps I can only regret that I am destined to be friends in this life, but I have no chance to be brothers.

Liu Yanmin didn't know when he would lose all his sanity and be completely reduced to a killing weapon.

But while he can still hold on to his humanity, he still wants to do one thing, and he wants to go to another place.

He wanted to pay homage to his dead relatives and friends, wanted to worship Nangong Yun who had melted his heart, and wanted to go to the villa where they had lived together.

I want to go back again, the hometown that gave birth to him, raised him, and left him with a lot of pain.

No matter what, the wanderer goes home and returns to his roots.

On this day, Liu Yanmin began to move in the direction of home, trying to stay away from the death trial.

The masked man's power spread out in the Death Proving Ground.

And the people behind all this, including Mo Shuhui, don't know where he went.

On the edge of the Death Proving Ground, there is a large space.

The space is made up of more than a dozen cities, and when the Death Proving Ground can be described as a flood of ghosts, it is still like a paradise, unharmed in the slightest.