After everyone finished a long dinner, after making an appointment with Bei Mingyu and others to go to the Ten Thousand Demon Caves tomorrow to explore the matter, Yu Shiyang and the others immediately returned to the accommodation that had been arranged by the inn, Yu Shiyang said to everyone at the gate of the other garden: "Tonight, you have a good rest, tomorrow morning, we will go to the Ten Thousand Demon Caves with the Holy Cultivators." ”

Feng Yu ate a delicious meal, was in a good mood, and responded with satisfaction, but Yan Shi took a big step without saying a word, and walked directly into his room, slamming the door shut. Magu froze for a moment, smiled bitterly, and said, "Uncle Yu should also rest early, I'm afraid it won't be calm tomorrow, we all have to rely on Uncle Yu!" I'll send Fengyu back to rest. ”

"Well, come back early!" Yu Shiyang looked at the two of them, smiled, and said a few words to Feng Yu about tomorrow, and then went back to the room to rest.

Ma Gu and Fengyu talked and laughed all the way, came to another garden where Fengyu lived, the design of the four other gardens on the upper room of the Yuelai Inn is quite unique, each courtyard in the east, west, north and south is an independent existence, far apart, which is connected with an intersecting fork road, through the four courtyards, along the way it seems quite quiet.

It was already night, and Magu didn't delay much, and after watching Feng Yu enter the room, he returned to his residence to rest.

This night, Feng Yu somehow got it, always tossing and turning, and fell asleep in a daze for a long time.

Suddenly, I saw myself covered in blood, my clothes fluttering above the vast mountain of corpses and blood, surrounded by restless murderous machines, the thick bloody aura was drumming, and the heart was constantly surging with incomprehensible fanatical killing intent, as if the red blood in front of her was like nectar, infiltrating her, making her try to keep moving forward, to meet a certain call, only more killing and blood can wash her empty heart at the moment.

The continuous rain of blood and qi rolled in, and with a warm bloody breath annihilated her in an instant, Feng Yu let out a scream of extreme fear and howled in all directions, the terrible voice seemed to come from her heart, but it was not at all what she came from. Covering her face in great pain, she fell to the ground, and under her feet was a sea of blood, through the smooth blood-colored mirror, the face that Feng Yu saw turned out to be him again! The man who had appeared in her dreams countless times.

No number of bloody and horrific scenes she has seen have been as hellish on earth as it is now, and it is chilling!

Countless corpses were added layer after layer not far away. A few thousand people, old and young, dressed in strange costumes, lay in the mountain of corpses. The pile of dead corpses was full of severed limbs, soaked in cold blood, and glowing with a silky and eerie sheen. The five organs, organs, and stumps are all over the eyes, and they are miserable...

It was dark and dreary in the distance, and there was no light in sight, and even the dim blood sun seemed to be stained with blood even more terrifyingly. All kinds of fear, destruction, ruin, fiasco... The negative thoughts seemed to make the sound of hundreds of millions of devils crying, constantly bombarding Fengyu's subconscious at this moment, making her heart almost collapse.

Feng Yu wanted to vomit while controlling his limp limbs that were somewhat disobedient, trying to get up in this human purgatory. The surroundings were unusually quiet, as if she could hear the sound of her own heartbeat, and suddenly, she seemed to faintly hear something, although it was faint, but it was clearly there. There was no trace of a fight around, as if these people had been killed by a single move, and they were slaughtered one after another.

Who is that demon? Could it be that you can't do it? Feng Yu's body and mind were cold.

Turning his head with great difficulty, he saw an old man with a white beard struggling on top of the pile of corpses. A hand was torn off, a large hole in the center of the chest was completely pierced, the heart and lungs were taken away, blood was gurgling outward, and there was a strange faint moan that remained.

Feng Yu was desperate and struggled to climb through a pile of corpses. The hand touched the slimy flesh and fluid, making her almost faint with nausea. But he still desperately climbed in front of the old man.

"Old man, who are you? What's going on? Feng Yu was caught off guard, and for a while he didn't know whether to pick up the broken body or let it go.

"Young master? Is that you? I've finally waited for you, hurry... Run, don't look back. The old man's words were as thin as a gossamer, but they were like a heavy hammer, hitting Fengyu's heart hard.

"What? What are you talking about? Who, who is the young master? Feng Yu asked anxiously, but he didn't wait for the old man's answer, he had already consumed the last bit of life and was completely dead.

"No, wake up! Old man, you say, who am I and who is the young master? Feng Yu shouted loudly, but it seemed that he couldn't make a sound at all.

Feng Yu woke up from the dream with a painful cry, sat up suddenly, gasping for breath, his whole body was already drenched in sweat, and after a while, the fierce beating heart slowly subsided.

A cold feeling was like a pair of cold big hands, tightly surrounding her, making her seem to be unable to break free, feeling very bad, but powerless to get rid of. It's this nightmare again, since she can remember, it's been haunting her like a maggot on the tarsal bone, until she embarks on the road of cultivation, but the nightmare that hasn't appeared for a long time suddenly resurfaces tonight.

In the dream, endless killing, corpses all over the field, blood stained the whole earth, a round of blood sun, hanging in the boundless darkness, like a demonic eye, has been watching her......

She looked helplessly at the vast beings, her eyes were clear, but she revealed a deep loneliness and sadness.

This strange dream is real and absurd and bizarre, and when I think about it at this moment, I shudder and my heart beats.

There was no sound in all directions, the surroundings were pitch black, and when the window was opened, it was already the dead of night, and the moonlight shone softly, quiet and sad.

Feng Yu sat cross-legged, sat up straight in the dark, breathed deeply, closed her eyes, pinched a strange magic seal with her hands, the night was like a gentle embrace, a helpless comfort, gently wrapped around her body, a layer of faint silver light, looming from the top of her head, reflecting the faint moonlight, as if integrated with the aura of heaven and earth.

I don't know how long it took for this layer of light to gradually dissipate, Fengyu opened her eyes in the dark, and woke up from that condensation state, she sighed heavily, as if she wanted to spit out all the depression in her depressed heart. Although his mood has calmed down, there is no longer a trace of sleepiness.

The lonely woman went to the door, opened it, and went out of the room. Yuehua stretched her figure very long, which added to her unspeakable loneliness.

The next few rooms are pitch black, presumably others are wandering in their dreams, but they themselves seem to be alone, and their hearts are endlessly cold and full of desolation. Walked straight to the small garden outside Beiwan, walking aimlessly along this deep road, the breeze blowing, bringing the slightest refreshing coolness and coldness, the hair that was gently rolled up by the breeze, such as lovesickness, cut constantly, and the mess.

In the distance, the palace and the pavilion are all made of gold and stone as bricks, white jade carved railings, glazed tiles, painted with red lacquer, jade as screens, all of them are not flowing with gold and color, dazzling like seven treasure towers, dazzling, revealing a rich and noble atmosphere, and the night can not hide the magnificent grandeur at all.

The night is deep and heavy. Above the sky, the stars are dotted, and a full moon like water hangs above the blue sky, with a slight breeze, faintly with a hint of the fragrance of flowers and herbs, which makes people intoxicated and heartbroken. Feng Yu stopped, leaned down, and looked at the small purple flower growing on the side of the road, under the light of the cold moon and clear light, it looked particularly delicate, and the petals were dotted with morning dew, which reflected the flowers crystal and lovely.

Suddenly, under Feng Yu's intently gaze, the originally smart and vivid flowers withered in an instant, and the petals all withered and fell, and an untimely breeze blew, like the autumn wind sweeping the leaves, the pieces of withering were blown away in the wind, and disappeared in the vast night.

Could it be that all good and false will eventually be annihilated, and only loss can be eternal?

Just when Feng Yu was about to pierce the ground and was at a loss for everything that had just happened, not far away, a long and moving flute suddenly sounded, which suddenly broke this quiet moonlit night, the flute has a long aftertaste, the aftersound is ethereal, and sometimes it is grumbling and sad, making the listener have the urge to cry; Sometimes it is full of breath, and the melody is tactful, which can't help but lead people to reverie, wandering in endless reflections on life.

Although Feng Yu does not know much about the way of music and rhythm, but in the past, she used to often listen to the Divine Comedy - Gu Rong played the flute and practiced the method, she often heard Gu Rong say to her: "The flute cultivates the heart, and the person who hears it sees the nature, and the music rhythm because of its unique quality of clear, harmonious, light and elegant, it embodies a kind of arrogant and otherworldly mentality, which is undoubtedly in touch with the immortal cultivator, and in the red dust of the mortal world, how many people can really understand?"

Almost subconsciously, Feng Yu looked up at a place in the depths of Xiaoyuan, and the tactful flute sound came from it, who is it that plays such a lingering Sanskrit sound in this vast night? A pair of invisible hands dragged Fengyu forward, a sense of danger getting closer and closer with her every step, attacking her, but the endless curiosity made it difficult for her to stop her steps.

Dressed in an aqua-green gauze dress, standing above the lake in the garden out of thin air, it neither sinks nor shows signs of floating, but stands quietly on the water, and its toes are not even contaminated with a trace of water vapor. A seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl lowered her head, holding a verdant bamboo flute in her hand, blowing it as if no one was around. As if completely immersed in the world he created, the green and white jade fingers flicked gently, and the long eyelashes formed an extremely graceful arc on the delicate and pretty face like jade.