Ye Lingxin suddenly thought of the "thirteenth movement" again, he spread out his palm, and with a halo of light flowing slowly, the burnt yellow paper appeared in his hand, showing a dazzling light under the strong illumination of the sun, and it seemed to be burning at any time. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The mysterious guy who didn't know if it was a god said that he wanted to get the thirteenth movement, and under Xi's hint, Ye Lingxin understood that the mysterious note recorded on the piece of paper in his hand at this moment was the so-called thirteenth movement.

What does this thirteenth movement represent?

Are there twelve other movements, and if they do, do they also express something, or do those movements also fall into the hands of that guy?

Ye Lingxin couldn't figure it out, he always felt that he was missing something, but he couldn't remember anything.

Solante's hand grabbing his arm suddenly increased its strength and grasped it tighter, she pursed her lips and let out a slight murmur: "I knew you wouldn't die, they said you were dead, I knew they were lying to me, and it was impossible for death to break us up." ”

Ye Lingxin smiled bitterly, shook his head helplessly, and replied softly: "That's right, they are all lying to you, we are all still alive, no matter who it is, it is impossible to tear us apart, and neither can the god of death." ”

Death!

The word was like a flash of lightning, instantly slashing in his mind, shaking his whole body numb. He stared there in amazement, he couldn't believe his thoughts, all his fears, completely exploded in an instant, like an active volcano that had been accumulated for a long time, erupting in a certain moment, shaking the heavens and the earth.

- "This is an ancient piece of music, legend has it that it was created by the gods, and it needs to be played by a person who is imprisoned in the [Forbidden Realm of Death] by the god of death, and it can invoke great power and even save the world. ”

The moment he said "Death", word by word flashed clearly in his mind, and the crazy old man's crazy words seemed to gradually become true, or maybe everything he said was true.

It turns out that there really is a god in this world, and this one who has twice pushed himself into a desperate situation is very likely to be the god of death!

The Grim Reaper, in mythology, is the god who rules over hell, and hell holds countless souls. Whenever a person reaches the end of his life, the Grim Reaper comes to the person with his iconic scythe, slowly harvests his soul, and then takes it to hell.

People may not believe that God really exists, but based on fantasies about things like peace, love, light, or happiness, they fantasize about gods who are in charge of what their hearts desire to have. For death, everyone wants to escape, they are afraid of that day, but no one can escape the footsteps of death. As a result, people began to fantasize that they could continue to exist after death, and that although the body was rotting, the soul was still floating in the world.

As a result, the terrifying existence of "ghosts" appeared. In order to break the psychological impact of "ghosts" on people, some people began to fantasize about a god who can manage "ghosts", and this god is the god of death.

In the long history, myths and stories have slowly become richer and more exciting in the transmission from generation to generation, so the god of death in people's imagination is not only to manage "ghosts", but also has one more task, that is, to control the power of human life and death.

No matter how believable the myths and stories were, they were just the imagination of ancient humans, and now, suddenly discovering that this kind of illusory character that didn't exist in the first place actually existed, Ye Lingxin felt like being drunk in the head, and couldn't help but feel intensely dizzy.

He found himself trembling all over, and he tried his best to suppress the fear in his heart, but he couldn't control himself at all.

"What's wrong with you?" Sorandi, who woke up from trembling and shivering, may have felt his fear, looked at Ye Lingxin with sleepy eyes, and asked strangely and worriedly, "Is something wrong?"

After hearing Solandi's voice, the fear in Ye Lingxin's heart suddenly disappeared, and the symptoms of trembling from fear disappeared in an instant. He reached out and stroked Soranty's flushed cheeks, smiled and said, "It's okay, are you well-rested?"

"Hmm. Soranti stood up, walked around slowly, looked around, sighed a little, and said, "I really didn't expect this to happen." ”

"I'm sorry. Ye Ling Xin said with guilt: "I didn't expect the blood wolf to ......" "It's okay" Soranti interrupted his apology, a smile appeared on his sad face, like the sun in the cold winter, melting the ice and snow, "I know that it is forced to be helpless, although I don't have as much strength as you, but I still see that from that black door, slowly coming out of the whole body of a decomposed person, or rather, a corpse is more appropriate." ”

Corpse?

Ye Lingxin was a little surprised, his eyes widened, staring at Soranti incredulously. She was tilting her head slightly, the sun shining on her face, as if adding a layer of divine clothing to her, she looked like a beautiful goddess with a wonderful aura at any time.

"You mean, you saw something coming out of that door?" Ye Lingxin asked, even the undead blood wolf turned its head, it seemed to want to say something, but it still held back, maybe because no matter what it said, it was impossible for these two people to understand.

Soranti nodded and said, "I saw it when we were saving the Night Elves, and I was terrified, I never thought there would be such a thing. They definitely didn't look like they were alive, and although they were wiped out in the blink of an eye by the almost devastating power of the undead blood wolf, even after just unconsciously glancing at them, the impression was particularly profound, as if they were imprinted in their minds and lingered. ”

After she finished speaking, she quietly walked to Ye Lingxin's side and looked at him. Ye Lingxin had been pondering and did not speak, his expression seemed to be as calm as a tranquil lake, but his heart was like the tide at the tide, surging and tumbling.

After a long time, Soranti asked softly, "What exactly did we encounter this time, and why is it so terrible?" Her voice trembled with a slight tremor of fear, and a hint of heavy disappointment, "If it's dangerous, I'd rather you don't accompany me to revenge, I just want you to live." When she said this, her tone was unusually firm, and she raised her head and chest, like a high-spirited warrior who had made a big decision.

Ye Lingxin also stood up, patted the dust on his body, sighed, glared at Soranti in front of him for a while, suddenly took her in his arms, and whispered in her ear but seriously: "Don't say such things again next time, I said that we are one, and we no longer distinguish between you and me." Solandi didn't know how to answer, she knew that Ye Lingxin would not give up helping her, even if she knew that the future journey was full of dangers, and she could lose her life at any time. It's just that how can she pull her loved one into a quagmire full of danger for the sake of her hatred, at this moment, the idea of giving up revenge even rose in her heart, she was taken aback, and quickly suppressed this idea, she could not let Ye Lingxin accompany her in danger, but she must not give up.

"I know what you're thinking. Ye Lingxin spoke again: "But if you think that if I don't get involved in this matter, you can live safely, then you are wrong, many things have been laid out a long time ago, just waiting for us to drill into it." ”

"What do you mean?" asked Soranty.

"If I'm not mistaken, the gate that appeared last night is most likely the gate that separates hell from the human world, that is, the gate of hell. Ye Lingxin said slowly, as if he was still hesitating whether to tell Soranti all the speculations in his heart, and when he hesitated, he spoke slowly, and his intuition told him that he had to let Soranti know everything. "The reason why the undead blood wolves will go berserk is because out of that door came many evil spirits that should have been locked up in hell, I don't know how terrible those things are, but since they can force the blood wolves to the point where they have to release all their strength to resist, it means that their horror is beyond our imagination, and perhaps more terrible than the stories made up in legends. ”

"Gates of Hell?" Soranty's eyes widened, tilted his head, and looked at the sleeping undead blood wolf with his peripheral vision, judging by the ears that shook from time to time, it wasn't really asleep. It's just that it consumes too much power, and its physical strength is exhausted, and if it weren't for its own strong physique, it would be a miracle to survive in that situation. Solante continued: "Does that really exist?"

"Didn't you already see it? Ye Lingxin looked at the sun, his eyes were filled with a thin halo, after the strong sunlight shone on that halo, he struggled a few times like an earthworm, and was fused into the halo, his physical strength quickly recovered in the sun, and his strength was slowly accumulating, which could explode at any time. "Apart from the gates of hell, where else can you get out of the corpses. ”

"I thought it was the enemy's holy art. Solandi's voice trembled a little, she didn't expect that there was such a big gap between the facts and her conjecture, she couldn't believe that there really was a [hell] in this world. "If it is really the gate of hell, then what kind of enemy are we facing? And the undead blood wolf is in the legend, it should be the divine beast that guards the gate of hell, if the legend is true, then how can it be forced into such a desperate situation by the gate of hell that it has been guarding?"

Ye Lingxin's heart was like a volcano bursting out, if he had discovered the existence of that door at the beginning, or had discovered what had come out of it earlier, maybe he would have realized these problems a long time ago. But he didn't realize that, although he had always had doubts about the strange door, the guy who might have been "Grim Reaper" didn't have time to think about the door. At this time, Soranti said these questions as if to illustrate a question, who can open the gates of hell?