Leaving the world of ice and snow, Bluebell came to a spacious and bright room again. The room was filled with instruments that had never been seen before. A man with tubes in his body lay motionless on a hospital bed.

The man had white gauze wrapped around his head, but he could still see his handsome face, and he looked very young. Bluebell gently walked over to the bed and stared at the man, a sharp headache coming.

Inexplicably, he seemed to see the man's memory. Bizarre scenes kept flashing in his mind, however, in these images, he saw two familiar faces, including Wren and Rena.

Bluebell reached out to touch the man's face, but felt a tremor from the bell on his wrist, and then his fingertips retracted like an electric shock.

"Who are you?" Bluebell looked at the handsome face, and the questions in his heart kept swirling. At this moment, he seemed to have everything a man had, albeit with vague memories, but completely encompassing his entire life.

"It doesn't matter who I am, it's important that you understand who you are." At this moment, the man suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the blue bell with black eyes.

"Who am I?" Bluebell asked again.

The man sat up slowly from the bed and ripped the gauze off his head, revealing a bloodshot and furrowed brain.

"Eat it, and you'll understand everything." The man pointed to his brain and smiled strangely.

"Hmm!" Bluebell covered her mouth and almost threw up.

"Everything has a price."

Suddenly, Bluebell's eyes flickered, and he found the man still lying quietly on the bed, as if he had never woken up. Bluebell wasn't even sure if he was talking to him.

At this time, the wave lines on an electronic screen gradually lost their fluctuations, followed by a rapid dripping sound.

As soon as the screen turns, Bluebell sees a funeral. The man's pale face was fixed in a wooden frame, and a large, dark red wooden box was buried in the earth.

People couldn't stop crying, as if they were reluctant to let the man go.

However, at this moment, Bluebell suddenly saw that the man who had been buried in the earth was waving to him in a small forest, and his legs were hanging in the air.

Bluebell made his way through the crowd and headed towards the grove. In the process, his five senses seemed to be out of order, and he couldn't feel anything external.

He couldn't feel the wind, he couldn't feel the temperature of the sun, he couldn't smell the aroma of plants and trees, he couldn't touch anything he could touch, and even his vision was blurring.

Entering the woods, Bluebell saw the man floating forward, towards the depths of the forest.

Should I keep up? Where will it end up? Where are Wren and Rena now?

Until now, Bluebell still clearly understands that everything he has experienced so far is illusory, and it is all an illusion created by the spiritual world of the mirror demon. But why are you so familiar with these illusions? Inexplicably, Bluebell has a feeling that the starting point of the illusion is not those mirror demons, but itself.

The man drifted farther and farther away, and he was about to disappear into the forest. Bluebell gritted his teeth, but still followed.

Walking through the dense forest and brushing aside the clutter of bushes, Bluebell suddenly felt a dead silence around her.

Gradually, when the first light was lit, a huge mushroom cloud rose, and then the fire was in full bloom, and bright points of light drifted in all directions.

I don't know how long it took for all the points of light to stop spreading and begin to move gradually according to a specific pattern.

Bluebell watched all this in shock, and although he was ignorant, he could still be sure that this was a picture of an extraterrestrial starry sky. And he is now suspended in the dark universe.

The man was hovering silently not far away, waving at the Blue Bell. Blue Bell controlled his body and flew towards the man, and the process of moving forward was very elegant, and he did not feel any resistance.

"At the beginning of this gathering of stars, there was a dead silence, and unfortunately no one witnessed this splendid moment." An ethereal consciousness came to Bluebell's mind.

Gradually, a huge black cube flew from among the stars, and it drifted silently, through time and space, through an era older than the stars.

The huge cube got closer and closer, stopping near Bluebell and the man.

"Look, this is where we go." The man pointed to the large metal cube and smiled at the bluebell. At this time, the man's appearance has changed dramatically. His entire body looked like he was dehydrated, and his skin was completely dry, like an old corpse.

Bluebell saw no emotion in that dry face, no malice, no kindness, like a narrator who stayed out of the matter, telling him truth and immutable facts.

The huge metal cube gradually cracked open, revealing a black square hole, from which a huge black hand stretched out, and took the man in the palm of his hand and dragged him into the hole.

At this moment, the bell on his wrist began to tremble violently, and a strong sense of crisis came. Bluebell subconsciously turned around and was about to flee, but the giant hand reached out again with lightning speed and grabbed it in the direction of Bluebell.

"No, the time has not yet come. His path is not over yet. ”

Just as the big hand was about to grab the blue bell, an ethereal voice came from the hole. The big hand suddenly retracted, and the cracks in the metal block disappeared with it, and it flew back in the direction of the stars again.

Watching the huge metal cube drift away, Bluebell felt a sense of reluctance in his heart. It seems that there is something in that square that he is very attached to, like a mother who has never met.

"Who the hell am I?" Bluebell shouted into the void, and only the eternal starlight responded to him.

The next moment, Bluebell felt his body melt away, turning into droplets of water and merging into the icy river.

"Bluebell, wake up!"

At this moment, a familiar voice came from all directions, and Bluebell looked around anxiously, but did not see Rena's figure.

"Wake up!" Rena's low cheers were heard again.

A powerful force slammed into Bluebell's head, two lines of blood flowed out of his nostrils, and the starry sky was shattering in pieces, like glass that had been hit by a bullet.

The scene in front of him suddenly changed, and in a gray space, Bluebell saw Rena looking anxiously at him.

"Where is this?" Bluebell wiped a handful of blood from his nostrils, a little shocked.

"I don't know, but it seems to be the spiritual core of the mirror demon." Rena said with a frown.

"What about Wren?" Bluebell asked again.

"I don't know, I only found you."

Bluebell looked back at the gray space, gray mist as far as the eye could see.

"How can you tell that this is the core of the Mirror Demon?" Bluebell was a little surprised.

"I felt a large, blurred silhouette hidden in the vicinity." Rena replied.

"Ahh At this time, a scream came from not far away, and it seemed that the fat man who was the first to disappear.

"Let's go!" Bluebell and Rena glanced at each other as they rushed in the direction the voice came from.