From the very beginning, Ning Xiu had a faint feeling when he saw this row of wooden houses.

He felt that they didn't look like houses at all, but more like coffins.

The coffin, which seals the exit of life and leads to the realm of death.

Ning Xiu stretched out his hand and groped carefully on the wall behind him.

“...... Found it!"

As soon as the words fell, I heard the wooden bed suddenly creaking, and it slowly opened from the middle like a door.

Ning Xiu stood beside the bed, there was already a hole in the place where it should have been, and a gust of eerie, rancid wind blew out of the hole.

He held the candle flame and looked at the bottomless cavern without any expression on his face, and at that moment, his right hand suddenly let go.

The candle flame fell, turning into a little light, falling deeper and deeper, until it was completely engulfed by the boundless darkness.

Ning Xiu glanced at it, and the whole person jumped down directly.

......

The walls are so smooth that there are no points where force can be applied.

Fortunately, Ning Xiu had prepared a few Clear Wind Talismans before coming, and although the Clear Wind Talisman could not allow the caster to really gain the ability to fly, it was more than enough to slow down the descent speed.

The road was safe, there were no moths, and after landing smoothly, Ning Xiu couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief.

He looked up and looked forward, and what he saw in front of him was the picture on the painting he saw in Uncle Liu's room.

In other words, Ning Xiu was in the graveyard at this time.

As for where this tomb road eventually leads, no one knows that the painting in Uncle Liu's room is an unfinished painting......

"It seems that the reasoning is completely correct. Ning Xiu muttered in a low voice.

Although he guessed correctly, he was not happy at all, because he knew in his heart that if he guessed correctly, things would be really tricky.

Now the possibility of the fairy fantasy has been completely broken.

This trip to the illusion realm, not to mention chance, even if there is a life to go back, it is not known.

However, since the fisherman who strayed into the Peach Blossom Paradise can finally go back, it means that Ning Xiu and them are not completely lifeless.

Therefore, in Ning Xiu's eyes, the present is by no means a desperate situation, and even if it is a desperate situation, isn't it still possible to survive in a desperate situation, the road is ahead.

......

The front of the tomb is still a tomb road, as if there is no end, no end.

The only thing Ning Xiu was sure of was that he was constantly going down, and what made him feel strange was that this tomb could actually be ventilated.

And the air around him didn't get thinner or muddy because he kept going down.

There is light in the tomb.

At intervals, there will be a little starry phosphorescent flash.

The light is so faint that it can only be seen in absolute darkness, and it is so important.

Even if there is a little bit of light, the phosphorescent will disappear......

Ning Xiu's memory is very good, although it has not reached the level of unforgettable, but it is not far behind.

Although it was only for a short period of time, he remembered almost the contents of the painting. Ning Xiu quickly confirmed his position, and then walked forward according to the route he remembered.

Stomp ......

In the empty tomb, there was only the footsteps of Ning Xiu alone.

Trample!

A crisp voice rang out.

Ning Xiu suddenly stopped, and he looked up.

In front of him was a bridge with a lamp lit on each side of the bridge, which he knew was called a permanent lantern.

I don't know how long this tomb has been around, but the lamp is still burning, which is a very strange thing.

How long a lamp can burn depends mainly on the following two points.

The first is air, the flame must have oxygen when burning, in a completely enclosed underground, oxygen is very scarce, but here is different from the general tomb, the air in the normal circulation, so this is not a problem at all; the second point is that there needs to be enough energy for combustion, such as lamp oil and candles commonly used in ancient times, you must know that a commonly used candle burns for up to three hours.

Therefore, these two lamps are by no means ordinary, but Ning Xiu has no intention of moving.

"Bridge of the Dead ......"

Ning Xiu glanced up at the bridge monument, muttered in a low voice, and walked forward.

The bridge was very short, but Ke Ningxiu walked very slowly, and every step was extremely difficult.

From the moment he stepped on the Bridge of Death, a burst of sound suddenly sounded in Ning Xiu's ears.

The voices were noisy, the cries of children, the pleading of women, the angry scolding of men, the sound of pots and pans falling to the ground.....

All kinds of voices are mixed together, partial and very clear, like whispers, always shadowy, and you can't get rid of it.

According to ancient legends, after a person dies, his soul is immortal, and he is reincarnated in the next life, life after life, and reincarnation is endless.

But then there are many people in this world, because of greed, hatred, and resentment, because of love and hatred, because of fear and fear, who are nostalgic for the world and do not want to die. These ghosts will wander on the bridge of the dead for the rest of their lives, and eventually turn into resentful spirits.

Ning Xiu only felt that the voice in his ears was getting louder and louder, his whole brain was buzzing, and as strong or negative or positive emotions were constantly injected, his whole face looked a little distorted.

Thump!

At this moment, Ning Xiu suddenly bumped into something, staggered, and fell to the ground.

"Why is my family Xiaoxiu sitting on the ground, come, get up quickly, let grandpa continue to tell you stories. ”

Ning Xiu raised his head and found that an old man in a Taoist robe was looking at him with a kind face, it was actually his deceased grandfather.

He was stunned, and when he looked around, he found that he had left the Bridge of Death, and the familiar scene around him was clearly Baiyun Temple. I looked at myself again and found myself back to my childhood.

"Let's continue to tell the story that hasn't been told yesterday, saying that Ning Caichen got the help of the chivalrous Yan Chixia, and finally defeated Grandma and recovered Nie Xiaoqian's body......"

Boom!

"Why are you distracted, do you think the story told by grandpa is not good?"

Ning Xiu touched his forehead, the chestnut just now really made him feel pain, and looking at the childish appearance of "grandpa" in front of him, it was completely consistent with the appearance of grandpa in his memory.

But Ning Xiu suddenly said, "You are not my grandfather. ”

"What are you thinking about, this melon baby, who else can I be, Xiao Xiuxiu, are you sick with a fever?"

"I said you weren't. ”

Ning Xiu took out the thunder talisman and said coldly, word by word.

"Also, I'm not called Xiao Xiuxiu!"

......

In the illusion, Ning Xiu's "grandfather" was finally annihilated under the thunder.

After returning to reality, Ning Xiu found that he was still on the bridge, and he didn't have any thunder talisman in his hand at all.

He glanced down and saw a clear heart talisman on his chest turning from yellow to black, and finally turning into ashes, and he had a realization in his heart.

Fortunately, there is a clear heart talisman to protect the last trace of clarity in the heart of the spiritual platform.