The more he fell, the faster his body fell, and the undercurrent surged, and Lyle even had the illusion that if this dark world was the deepest sea in the world, then he had fallen to the deepest part of the sea, the beginning and end of all currents. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

There was a faint light shining below, with a bright red glow, and Lyle noticed that he tried his best to control his body as much as possible not to lose control of the duckweed in this darkness, and let himself flip up and down, and see in the distance below him, the endless black red in the center, warm and vivid red, which seemed completely different in this chaotic world.

Catch...... My hand......

Lyle's cloudy consciousness as he gradually fell, seeing the point of light enlarge and then take on a discernible outline.

It was indeed a hand, as big as a giant could have it, completely woven with that bright red light, sticking out from the end of the darkness, as if tearing open a corner of the world, like a savior's aid.

Lyle didn't think much about it anymore, he was completely convinced of the old man, and he didn't want to fall into this darkness, so he endured the undercurrent of rage and chaos below his face, and stretched out his arm downwards to grasp the huge hand.

As he approached, the shape of his hand quickly enlarged, and the speed at which he fell was indeed getting faster and faster, but in any case, it was all going to end, and he would not choose to fall all the way to the abyss.

Lyle stretched out his arm with all his might, his five fingers shaking, and he couldn't wait to touch the huge hand, the red palm in his vision spread out, almost completely occupying his field of vision, and when he got closer, he could see clearly that the huge hand was also constantly crumbling in this darkness, and the appearance continued to burst out of the cracks, and many small fragments were peeled off by the undercurrent. The old man was able to resist the erosion of darkness and wait for Lyle to arrive, so he used a large amount of blood to create such a huge palm.

The fingertips of one large and one small touched each other, but the undercurrent swept through Lyle's body, and as soon as he touched it, he continued to fall down, his fingertips sliding all the way down the arm connected to the huge palm. He glanced underneath him, and it was almost over, and if he didn't seize this opportunity, he would really fall into the abyss.

Lyle fought with all his strength, fangs and claws in the dark current, he controlled his body and tried to lean forward, and finally grabbed the end of his arm at the last moment, and the undercurrent was still pulling him with all his might, trying to drag him on.

"How can you not afford to slump here. He gritted his teeth and said that he was not only enduring the pain of being torn apart, but also doing everything he could and even going crazy.

He resisted the downward pull, both hands on his arms, and his whole body was stacked on top of him, hugging his waist. The undercurrent lapped his cheeks, and he looked at his head against the strong impact, then tried to climb up.

"Old man, I got it, what's next. He shouted.

"Next, don't let go of your hand or fall off. The old man's voice, perhaps touching the power of the old man, was finally able to hear clearly.

Then the arm suddenly rushed down, and the strong reverse force pulled Lyle's body, and he pushed harder, not letting himself leave the arm, and all ten fingers had to be buckled into the flesh of the arm, if this arm was really made of meat.

The arm was about to break apart, and he moved down with Lyle out of a crack that had broken through the dark world, and the rift closed instantly.

Lyle felt like he had fallen heavily to the ground, as if he had fallen from a high altitude, and under normal circumstances, he had fallen to death and his body was shattered, but he was still conscious, which meant that he was fine, and his body did not even feel pain.

He opened his eyes and got up from the ground, he was still in the woods at night, the night sky was beautiful, but the other side of the sky was dyed a deep red.

"Is this in your world, old man?" said Lyle.

He looked around, and suddenly saw an unexpected figure, lying aside.

"What's going on?" he quickly ran over and picked up the sleeping girl on the ground, looking at the face he loved the most with his eyes closed, "Suzu......" He wasn't sure how loud he should use to call out the name of the girl in his arms, he wanted the girl to wake up, but he couldn't bear to wake up when he saw her quiet sleeping face.

In this strange woods, the girl who appeared with him was indeed Suzu, the girl who was supposed to fight with him in the back mountain.

Suzu made a dreaming sound, her body shook, her closed eyelids trembled and opened, and she woke up anyway.

"Lyle?" she seemed to have just woken up, and saw that Lyle looked a little surprised and confused, "The monster? I remember that I seemed to be unconscious, how long did I sleep this night?

"I don't think it worked out, if this was a spiritual world, you might have slept less than a minute," Lyle said in his own thoughts, "I just don't know why you're here." Although he felt strange, he felt that the girl in his arms at the moment, or the consciousness of the girl, was real, and the two exchanged blood, and they had some feelings for each other.

"Spirit world?" Suzu heard the important words in the words, "Why are we here?"

"You may have been brought by the old man. Lyle thought and spoke.

"Because she has your blood in her body, and she still has a special physique like a demon spirit body. The old man's voice came.

The two of them immediately turned their heads, and Lyle noticed that the clearing in front of them was littered with rubble, and the figure of the old man came out from behind, still the same as before, his body wrapped behind a huge cloak.

"Grandpa, you didn't reply to me just now, I thought you were desperate for me. Suzu said.

Lyle glanced at Suzu, then took her hand and approached, asking, "How do you do that?"

"That's why you asked me why I'm not here from time to time, I just helped you find someone to help," the old man beckoned to the two of them, motioning for them to come closer, "It's up to you whether you can succeed or not, and how to do it, you need to find an expert." ”

"Expert, who?" Lyle frowned, "Isn't this your spiritual world?

Suzu was stunned for a moment, as if she thought of something, but she didn't say anything.

"This is not my world, this world, your sword," the old man stood a little away, "do you really not recognize this place?"

The moonlight shone from behind the removed clouds, illuminating the place where the gravel had accumulated, and the whole forest seemed to become visible with it.

Lyle was stunned, and distant memories were recalled.

"No, I'm no stranger, I've been here, but that memory is painful, so I forgot about it," Lyle said, "and this is where I got the knife." ”

"It's the place where every Plath's descendant gets the knife, and I've seen it in everyone's memory. The old man said.

The two of them walked up to the stone pile, and at the top of it, the most primitive black knife of the blood tooth was deeply inserted into the stone, leaving only the hilt of the sword outside.

"It's like a sword in a stone," Suzu sighed, "and we're going to pull it out again?"

"No, you just have to touch it," said the old man, "to the deeper world, to the memories of the knife, to the stories of all those who have used it, to find the people you need." ”

"Who?" Lyle asked, "who else is in this knife?" I feel like something is calling to me. He held out his hand toward the black knife, and Suzu followed suit.

"Someone who will give you hope," the old man watched as the two were surrounded by light, "it's not time to despair." ”

The light flashed, and only the figure of the old man remained in front of the sword.