When night came, the howling of the cold wind sounded between the dead snow-capped mountains.

Between the foothills of the two low mountains lay a dead corpse, the stench of decay emanating from above, and the wind could not blow it away.

A few minutes later, a dark air flow emerged from the corpse, swirling happily, like a child who had successfully snatched candy.

More air currents rushed out of the corpse, gathering more and more, and gradually condensed into a black mist, the black fog had no breath, as if it did not exist, but the cold wind around them did not dare to approach, and they were not conscious, as if they had thoughts, knowing that these seemingly ordinary black fogs could not be touched.

The more black air that came out of the corpse, the deeper the decomposition of the corpse, the stronger the stench it emitted, and the air flow continued to appear from the corpse, and the corpse finally completely festered and turned into a lump of mud.

There was no more air rushing out of the corpse.

The black mist above the corpse grew countless times larger, and the black mist rolled and boiled ferociously, as if performing a strange ritual.

Just like after the black mist had been busy for five or six hours, the corpse that had stopped moving finally had some changes, the erosive head trembled slightly, and the rotten flesh at the left eye cracked, revealing a round eyeball.

The eyeball suddenly rolled down, and the bloodshot on the eyeball could be seen.

The eyeball sank downward, and suddenly flicked upward, and in a clicking sound, the eyeball tore countless small blood vessels and popped out of the eye socket.

Eyeballs rush into the black mist in the air.

The black mist made way for a dark passage, welcoming the bloody eyeballs as if it were a king.

The black mist had a backbone, boiling more powerfully, and some dark aura appeared.

"In ancient times, there were golden cicadas shedding their shells, and now there are Wu Zhen molting, hehe! Wu Zhen, return your heart! ”

Wu Tian's solemn voice sounded in the black mist.

The corpse cracked, and a golden object jumped out of the chest, it had the shape of a heart, but it was one size smaller, and the color was too strange, and what was even more strange was that this little golden heart had a translucent glass texture, and there was a small shadow sitting on the inside, and it could be found that the figure was very similar to Wu Zhen, but it was not him, but another person, he was as young as Wu Zhen, but it was too illusory, because he was a monk of Huixin when he was in his prime, and Huixin was too old, and his heart could not be faked.

The heart was guided by the black mist, and rushed straight into the depths of the black fog along the route of the eyeball just now.

In the black fog, thunder suddenly roared.

Inside, the eyeballs burst open, and a dark glow appeared, staring nervously at the golden heart opposite.

Wu Zhen's soul is hiding in this heart, the heart is the current Wu Zhen, this heart is very strong, but it is also very old, because the monk Huixin is very old, the heart affects Wu Zhen, he fell down and died while walking, all for this reason.

The energy of the Dark Eye was all controlled by Wu Tian, and the shadow in the heart could only be injected into the shape of Wu Zhen, with the heart as the main body, so that Wu Zhen could appear again.

The changes in his heart were not something that Wu Tian could interfere with, even though he possessed the darkest powers.

Everything can only rely on Wu Zhen himself.

In the golden heart, a cloud of illusory bodies glowing with white light ran around like headless flies.

The illusory body is Wu Zhen's soul, of course, he doesn't know his current state, he just forgets a lot of things while walking, the fading of memories makes him panic, and the panic exacerbates the passage of memory, at a certain moment, he looked up, there were small mountain peaks in his field of vision, and before he understood what was happening, he fell, and at that moment, he just saw a pair of old and wrinkled hands, whose hands were they? He didn't know it then, but now he understands that it was his own hand.

At this time, Wu Zhen ran desperately, trying to escape from this strange space, but he couldn't find a way, he still didn't understand what was happening, but he clearly knew that if he didn't change the status quo, he would die.

He was getting weaker and weaker.

Wu Zhen ran more than ten kilometers, he stopped, not that he found that he had run more than 100 laps, but suddenly felt that there was a little strange around him, and he was also very strange.

Wu Zhen called Wu Tian again, the same as when he first found out that this place was strange.

"Wu Tian! Wu! Are you there? ”

"Wu Tian!"

"You're not there, you're still not there!"

Wu Zhen sat on the ground decadently, looking at his hands, in a daze.

These hands are very smooth and shiny, neither as old as they were just seen, nor as real as normal people, so this is an illusion?

Wu Zhen suddenly had a new idea, he couldn't run out of here, could it be because this place was originally fake, it was a fantasy that was planted, if this was the case, suicide might be able to get out.

Wu Zhen raised his translucent hand and pinched his neck, as long as he dragged it down, he could die in the illusion, and the general illusion would treat himself as a person, and the point to crack it was death, which might be useful.

Laugh at!

Wu Zhen pulled off his head and held a translucent ball in both hands.

"Useless?" Wu Zhenyuan's mouth on his head closed one by one.

Wu Zhen was disappointed, either this illusion was very clever and specially prepared for him, and he didn't treat him as a human being, so this trick didn't work, or it was true.

Is it true?

It seems that there is only this reason, but, where is this? How do I get out?

Wu Zhen encountered new troubles.

If this place is real, Wu Zhen can completely break through with violence, but he was surprised to find that he is very weak, maybe not as good as a fifth-level zombie, and that is still the state of just coming here, after running more than ten kilometers, he has become weaker again, and now he only has half of his strength left, which can only be comparable to a third-level zombie.

The realism of the passing of power makes Wu Zhen dare not be careless, he does not have Wu Tian now, nor Wu Tian's energy, without the dark eye, he has nothing, this body is too weak, the energy reserves are pitiful, then we must be careful and careful, once the energy is completely consumed, it is estimated that it is not far from death, this body is not only weak, but also has no vitality and recovery of the battle body.

Inexplicably losing all dependence, Wu Zhen seems to have returned to the state he was in when he first came out of prison last year, wary of everyone and careful of anything that seems ordinary.

The unknown is terrifying, and can inadvertently swallow everything that comes close.

Wu Zhen felt a little regained his strength, then stood up, slowed down, chose a random path, and moved forward slowly.

After only walking more than a hundred meters, Wu Zhen suddenly stopped, looking around with a strange expression, the sky was dark with a golden light, other than that, there was nothing else, and the ground under his feet was also golden, exactly the same as everywhere.

Looking at the surroundings that seemed to have no change, Wu Zhen said softly: "Here, I've been here!" (To be continued.) )