The soul rises and falls in dreams, and eternity blooms in the palm of the hand, passing in an instant.

Di Lianwei looked at the number displayed on the mobile phone screen, a look of struggle appeared on her beautiful face, hesitated again and again, and finally did not press the dial button, and the girl stomped her foot a little distressed. His chattering brother said to leave, and he didn't accompany him much, and his roommate kept pestering him to inquire about his brother, and things about his brother didn't stop coming to mind for a moment, this feeling was a little strange, and the girl held her cheeks with both hands.

Speaking of my brother, it seems that I have changed a lot, although my brother was also gloomy and silent, and his eyebrows and eyes seem to be hiding his thoughts, but in fact it is just a superficial disguise, as long as you observe it carefully, you can find that my brother is actually just an abandoned house immersed in fantasy! That kind of camouflage mystery can't help but explore, and it will be broken when poked, and it is also said that how can the kind of thing that exists in the fantasy of gods and gods really appear in reality?

But this time the brother I met was different, his eyes no longer seemed to be hiding something, and he was generous in the face of the exploration from others, if he had to use one word to describe it, it was like suddenly "confident", was he finally facing his past fantasies and walked out? But perhaps it was this that a sense of mystery without disguise, or a real sense of mystery, emerged, even when talking to him, close at hand, looking directly into his gaze, as if through a veil, could not peek into what was really lurking behind it.

Lian Wei was thinking nonsense in her room, and suddenly a feeling of relief suddenly surged in her heart, as if some invisible shackles had been removed, the invisible shackles had been untied, and the surrounding scene changed in a trance, and she was shocked to realize that she was back in the cold and dead forest!

How could it be, didn't my brother say that he would never dream of this anymore! Di Lianwei exclaimed, but found that she couldn't make any sound, only to realize that this time was different, when she dreamed of this forest in the past, she was in the forest, shrouded in cold, and shivered every moment.

But this time it was different, it was like being above the nine heavens overlooking this forest, a bystander, looking at the world in a place where the cold and wind and snow could not intrude.

So Di Lianwei looked at the real appearance of this forest in horror, she saw the black bones crawling out of the lake, saw the scarlet eyes whistling in the wind and snow, saw, saw, someone walked with a sword, the wind and snow stained his clothes white, the man lowered his head, hurried through,

Di Lianwei watched as the man wrestled with the Winter Ghost, staggering forward in the wind and snow, and finally fell asleep against the dead wood.

Move! Run! Di Lianwei watched in horror as the transparent shadow flickered scarlet eyes approached the man, and shouted silently, as if trying to wake him up, but the man fell asleep quietly, until the demon in the snow was close at hand, Di Lianwei couldn't bear to look at it, but at this moment the man raised his head, and the demon was grabbed by his hand,

The silver-white fire burst out from his hand, the color of ice and snow, but it dispelled the severe cold, and the snow melted in all directions around him, and the firelight illuminated the man's face, which was a face that Lian Wei was all too familiar with, so that the girl covered her mouth with her hand and couldn't make any sound, her eyes widened, and after seeing the exhaustion and weakness on her face that could not be concealed, tears gradually appeared in the corners of her eyes.

The world cannot comprehend the mystical greatness, but there will always be people who will silently pass on the lost grandeur.

"Found you......" Dizi An carried a thin sword and looked at the wooden house in front of him. No matter which angle you look at it, this forest hut reveals a strange and gloomy appearance, this is a rare sunny moment, the snow has stopped, the wind has stopped, but the weather vane at the door has been turning, Di Zi'an seems to have a feeling, looking at the dead branch next to the house, a pure black crow standing on the branch, looking at himself.

Crow? Di Zi'an narrowed his eyes, this is a demon land, there will be such a normal creature? In Di Zi'an's eyes, that crow is no different from ordinary crows, at most it can be called robust, and there is still a big gap with "abnormal". It would be nice if there was more mercury, Dizi thought painfully, he would still be dizzy from time to time now, if the "blood" was sufficient, Dizian didn't mind turning this crow into a roast bird, but the mercury in his body couldn't help any squandering, first get the one inside, Dizi Anxin had made up his mind, ignored the birds and beasts on the branch, pushed the firewood straight away, and walked in.

And after Di Zi'an entered the wooden house, the crow on the branch fluttered its wings and flew out, making a human voice, hoarse and low,

"Never return".

It's really warm, feeling the temperature in the wooden house, Di Zi'an became more and more vigilant, and walked towards the house little by little, the house is not big, only a layer of wood as a partition, the resident must be on the inner layer, Di Zi'an subconsciously clenched the thin sword, held his breath, and sensed any movement around him at any time,

Coming to the curtain of the compartment, Di Zi'an's eyes flickered, and he kicked it open, and the thin sword was protected in front of him. Then Dizian saw the warm stove and the figure lying on the table beside the fire. Di Zi'an looked around, didn't make any movement, walked to the table and looked at the figure in the firelight,

"This guy again?" Di Zi'an recognized, this is his sister's tutor teacher, that is, the corpse like a popsicle that he saw in the bedroom on the second floor of the gallery, at this time he looks much better than what he saw in the bedroom, at least his face is not purple, and it looks a little ruddy in the light of the fire, Di Zi'an looked at the painting paper on the table where the painter pillowed under his elbow, his face couldn't help but appear horrified, and he pulled out the drawing paper,

The top page shows a young man standing in front of the stove looking at the paper in his hand, and on the window edge of the wooden house, a black bird is watching the young man.

Di Zi'an couldn't restrain the fear in his heart, and even his hand trembling when he looked at the picture, he couldn't help but glance at the side window, fortunately there was nothing, but then he heard a faint sound, Di Zi'an turned his head and saw the painter lying on the table stretching and rubbing his eyes, the painter looked at the table in front of him in a daze, it seemed that it was strange where the drawing paper went, and then he saw Di Zi'an standing beside him.

"Ah, the guests have arrived so soon, and I forgive you for being inconsiderate. The painter's voice was very good, and his attitude was also very good, as if he was blaming himself for oversleeping and not entertaining Di Zi'an, who was horrified in his heart at this time, this person is not dead?

As if noticing that Di Zi'an was holding his own sketch in his hand, the painter smiled embarrassedly, "It's just a story that is still being conceived, and there are many plots that have not been thought out yet, so the guests will laugh." ”

"Where is this?" Di Zi'an looked at him vigilantly, and the painter was stunned, and then laughed as if he had thought of something, "This is naturally a contemptible hut. ”

"Are you living here alone?" said Di Zi'an, holding the hilt of his sword with his right hand, ready to exert force, but the painter didn't seem to see it at all, "and Lenore lives here with the contemptible people," said his wife, the painter with a happy smile on his face, capable of inflicting ten thousand blows on a single dog.

Di Zi'an looked around, not to mention fighting single dogs, there was not even a bed here, and there was no trace of a woman's life.

"yes, so where is Ling? Oh, I mean sister-in-law. ”

The painter naturally understood what Di Zi'an was referring to, and after a moment of astonishment, he smiled and said, "The guest said that he was laughing, didn't Linuoer always be behind you?"

Di Zi'an only felt a cool air from head to toe, and his heart was cold, and he didn't even look at the backhand sword, and turned around the whole way, but the sword was split in the air, which was not good! Di Zi'an secretly complained, this was only afraid of the painter's trick, exposing his back in front of him and then making a surprise attack on himself, Di Zi'an hurriedly stabilized his center of gravity, stood firmly and looked at the painter, but the painter did not launch a surprise attack,

The painter looked at Di Zi'an in a daze, no, that gaze penetrated Di Zi'an and looked at the air somewhere behind Di Zi'an,

"You, you killed Linor! You actually killed Linor!" The painter's eyes were bleeding and tearful, not only his eyes, but also all the seven orifices on his face were bleeding blood, and the black cold air was permeated, but in an instant, the painter in front of Di Zi'an's eyes turned into a freshly baked winter ghost. What made Dizi feel at ease was that the lower half of this winter ghost was a pitch-black skeleton, but the head was a blue skull, braving the cold air, and the size of this winter ghost was also the largest Dizi'an had ever seen.

Painter, no, the winter ghost with the blue skull let out a terrible roar, Di Zi'an felt that the light around him seemed to become blurred, his senses seemed to become sluggish, as if he had fallen into a quagmire, every movement seemed to be a beat slower, even if he looked at the winter ghost rushing over fiercely, Di Zi'an had to think for a second to judge what he was going to do, and then slowly raised his right hand of the thin sword, and finally was knocked away several meters without suspense, through the curtain of the compartment, and slammed on the wall of the wooden house,

The pain as if the internal organs were displaced, made Di Zi'an awake for a few seconds,

"Cough, cough ......" Di Zi'an covered his chest and coughed a few times in pain, and saw the winter ghost not far away rushing up again like crazy, Di Zi'an gritted his teeth, turned over and pushed away the firewood and ran out of the wooden house, and deducted the firewood into it.

I heard a click, and the whole piece of wood was smashed into pieces, and the winter ghost rushed out of the house without pause, roaring angrily towards Dizi'an.

Neurotic, I didn't touch your wife! Di Zi'an was frightened by its momentum, and directly threw the purple thin sword towards the approaching figure, and then staggered and ran without looking back, perhaps lucky, the purple thin sword met the winter ghost's charge in the red heart, inserted into the ribs of its chest, but seeing the winter ghost let out an angry roar, the purple thin sword continued to tremble, and then cracks appeared in the sword body, the winter ghost with a blue skull grabbed the sword body with both hands, and pressed hard, the whole thin sword was broken in half from the center, half of it was thrown aside by the winter ghost, and the other half was still stuck in the ribs of the winter ghost's chest, but this could not stop its determination to catch up。

Di Zi'an felt that his legs were as heavy as lead, and he ran and ran and stopped, and the roar of the monster came from behind, no way, sure enough, there was no way to keep his hand, Di Zi'an gritted his teeth, the snow demon's card ignited a flame, and the gentle song sounded, like falling snow, softly covering this dead and silent world.

"Oh dear, have mercy on me, how weak I am at this moment, take me into your arms, and force the cold winter to flee. "The heartbreaking woman sang in the wind and snow, the song was so poignant and sad, and it was so beautiful and intoxicating that the crazy winter ghost calmed down the moment he heard the song,

"Lenole......" The ice-blue skull could no longer shed a tear in the two sunken eye sockets, and the deceased wife reappeared in front of the painter's eyes, smiling as before. Di Zi'an also stopped, watching the blue skull winter ghost kneel in the snow, letting out a terrible howl, and the soft song gradually engulfed it, and the ghost light in the blue skull's eye sockets flickered in the song, getting fainter and fainter, more and more dim,

Return, return, dead man. Di Zi'an looked at the scene in front of him, and had a strange feeling in his heart, can human beings do this step for love, they would rather turn into evil ghosts and create regions, but as long as their lover accompanies them, that is where heaven is.

The only remaining tip of the sword fell on the snow, and the huge blue skull winter ghost melted away like ice and snow under the scorching sun, and Dizian sighed and picked up the purple tip of the sword, along with a card on the back of the dark blue. And the soft song still echoed between heaven and earth, the black crow was nowhere to be found, and a light snow fell above the nine heavens,

Buried everything in the black forest.