Dead!

Everything is dead here!

The bright and dazzling moon hanging in the sky seemed to be much larger and brighter than anywhere else, and the whole earth was illuminated, brighter than the summer night, as if it were covered with a dark silver frost. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoBut this kind of environment makes it seem like a death-like silence here.

No one knows what this place is, as it is almost impossible for humans to set foot here.

This is the Forbidden Realm of Death, which is the realm of the Grim Reaper. In other words, this is the legendary ...... Hell!

The place doesn't seem to be any different, with mountains, water, and woods. The thin river meandered from nowhere, and I didn't know where it was going. The only difference is that it's always night. There was only one large moon in the sky, bringing light to the place.

The moon is surprisingly big, and the moonlight is also peculiar. It seems to be able to illuminate the soul of human beings in the depths, illuminating the most primitive desolation and fear in people's hearts.

In the distance, in the middle of a cliff, unlike anything else, was shrouded in dense vines. Through the thin gaps, you can faintly see the flickering fire. It also looks like it's full of the taste of loneliness.

It's a castle that's so secret, but the entrance isn't on a cliff, it's not on that huge mountain, it's in a place that no one can imagine.

The castle is not inhabited by a grim reaper, but by a real living person. He had been in this place for more than 5,000 years, although he had no idea when it was day and when it was night in this place where he could not see the sun.

He was wearing a huge black robe and a huge black hood, and he couldn't see his face clearly, and he couldn't see his expression, maybe there was only an expressionless face in the hood. What kind of expression can a man who has been lonely for thousands of years have? The only thing that can ease his mind is the piano in the hall. Whenever he saw this object, he would recall the image from the past. The world that once was, even if that world was long since destroyed. But all his honors, all his dreams, are in that world.

The Grim Reaper once said to him: There is only one such thing as a piano that really exists in the current world. He only smiled coldly when he heard the news, but the loss in his heart was deeply engraved on his face.

He sat down at the piano and played silently, the music wafting with a strong smell of silence.

After a song, a familiar voice sounded behind him—a voice like a dead man, "You are like this, you don't even have the intention of life, how can you save this world?"

He sighed, smiled wryly, and said, "If there is a choice, the ghost would be willing to stay here for thousands of years." ”

The Grim Reaper smiled, the kind of laughter that would be uncomfortable at first, perhaps terrifying, but it was just a little funny to him after hearing it countless times. "You're right, this place is really only a place where ghosts can stay. He paused, and then said, "That guy seems to be moving very slowly." But I guess it won't be long before I'll be here. ”

He sneered and asked, "Is there no other way than this method?"

Death pressed lightly on the piano, and the crisp voice suddenly resounded throughout the field, "If the soul music cannot be collected completely, all the power cannot be released, and everything will be meaningless." Also, I never cared what cruelty was. ”

He sighed and stopped talking. When he doesn't want to speak, only the music from the keys can express the anguish in his heart.

What is he sighing?

Nobody knows!

What does he know?

Only he knows!

Death looked at him for a long time before he said in a low voice, "Don't forget what you said, once I get that music, you have to help me." ”

He smiled, but he could clearly feel how stiff his smile was. He felt that he must smile more in the future, otherwise he would definitely be like death, which would make people very uncomfortable, but he didn't know if he would have a chance to meet someone else.

He smiled and said, "Let's wait until you get it." ”

The Grim Reaper seemed to have no expression under any circumstances, or that his merely skeleton face could not have an expression at all. But his voice never had any tone, anger or peace, "You think I can't get that music, do you?"

The man didn't answer, he believed in humans, after all, humans are the masters, after all, they also have the power of gods.

The Grim Reaper understood his expression and his thoughts, and said, "I'm afraid you'll be disappointed, those guys are following the route I have drawn for them, and they are bringing what I want step by step." ”

The man was still smiling, but his heart was trembling. When he was afraid, he would cover it up with music, and the beautiful melody suddenly resounded in the forbidden realm of death.

The sad melody is endless, and even the mood of those who hear it will become sad!

In the middle of the desolate desert, there seems to be only a small line left at the junction of heaven and earth, with the scorching sun on the clear sky above, and the yellow sand and dust storm below.

Very few people set foot here, and even saints, few would be willing to enter this desert, known as the "grave of sand".

There are many small hills in the desert, almost all of which are made up of sand. The large ones are more than ten meters high, and the small ones are only the size of a normal person, and they are not stable, and they are often blown away by the wind and sand.

At this time, behind a mountain bag several meters high, a huge flame suddenly rose, as if it was burning because the temperature was too high under the scorching sun. However, there is no combustible material in this desert, so how can spontaneous combustion occur.

Immediately afterwards, with a loud "boom", the flame erupted violently, reaching the sky, as if connecting heaven and earth.

"That's amazing, what kind of monster are you?" On the other side of the mountain bag, there were more than a dozen people, looking at the pretends, they were all completely soulless walking corpse-like people created by Windy City. In the midst of them, a man in a fiery red robe was on one knee, panting. His eyes were like torches, as if he could breathe fire, swept through everyone who surrounded him, and asked this coldly.

His hair was a little long and a little curly, his face was full of stubble, and judging from his kneeling, he was quite tall. He stood up with his hands on the ground, looked at these mysterious and terrifying guys again, and suddenly laughed a few times, regardless of whether the other party could understand his words, and said in a refreshing voice: "His mother's son hasn't fought so happily for many years, and today is lucky, I met you little cubs, just try my cooking skills." As soon as the words fell, he stretched out one hand forward, stretched out his index finger and drew a circle in the air in front of him, and then in the middle of the circle, where there was nothing transparent, Huo Ran burst out of a fierce flame, like a snake suddenly spitting out a letter, and burned directly towards the person in front.

The fire came fiercely, but those people did not flinch because of this, and several people conjured up wind shields together to resist the attack of the fire. The moment the fire slowed down, the wind shield instantly transformed into a wild storm, coldly blowing the flames in one direction, and rushing towards the fiery red-robed man. He clasped his hands together and pulled them to the sides fiercely, and a fire dragon suddenly burst out from between his hands, roaring and pounced on the other party, and by the way, he absorbed the rebounding fire to his body, and the burning claws tore the wind apart.

However, the other party still did not take a step back, and the wind rose again, forming a fierce dragon, and the two dragons trembled in the air, and the fight was inseparable. With the entanglement of the wind dragon, the flames on the fire dragon's body became more turbulent, and the temperature in the desert during the day was already surprisingly high.

"Damn, it's too wicked. Lao Tzu has been known as the 'fire demon' for so many years, and he can't imagine that he will be roasted by fire today. The man in the fiery red robe grumbled, but did not dare to let up in the slightest. The two dragons were still trembling in the air, and it seemed that they couldn't tell the winner for a while, because the other party was made of wind, which only stimulated the power of the fire dragon even more, but obviously, the fire dragon also had no way to take the wind dragon.

The fiery red robed man muttered in his heart, and there was already an extra ring in his hand, like a wrist-thick circle made of King Kong, shining in the flames, more like gold. He glared at the fire dragon in the air, and the fire dragon disappeared immediately, and the wind dragon couldn't hold back and pounced directly on him. He threw the ring in his hand into the air, and almost in an instant, the ring suddenly became hundreds of times larger, as if with infinite suction, the huge wind dragon was sucked in entirely, and even the sand and dust on the ground were faintly trembling, and it seemed that it could not resist the attraction of this huge ring.

The bodies of those people also kept moving towards the location of the ring, and they conjured up the wind shield to defend it, but found it useless, and as soon as the wind shield was formed, it was sucked in, like a horizontal tornado, twisted and pulled in.

The fiery red-robed man stood beneath the giant ring, unaffected. When those walking dead-like people were forcibly pulled under the giant ring, he sneered, seemed a little unconvinced, and complained: "Damn, a few unsuccessful holy magicians actually forced me to use holy weapons, looking like this, even the 'Fire God' Zhu Ronglai can't easily defeat these little cubs." As he spoke, the giant ring in the sky suddenly changed from vertical to horizontal, and the round mouth was facing up and down, he stretched out his finger and pointed at the giant ring, and pulled it down suddenly, and in an instant, a huge circle of flames erupted downward from the giant ring, like a cone, enveloping everyone in the sea of fire.