Out of the secret door, the secret door is still in a partition wall. Then out of the secret door of the partition wall, it is the first floor of the seven-story building, a small room.

A slanting sun that fell from the carved window was like a dazzling white lightning bolt for eyes accustomed to darkness. Gu Xiaowen and Yan Ping struggled to adapt to the light of this world.

Yuelou City is still so dead and silent. I couldn't hear a sound, an empty city, giving Gu Xiaowen the feeling of being like a piece of crystal, as if it could knock out a hollow beautiful sound. Or, like a city made of crystal, like a city seen in a dream.

Gu Xiaowen remembered when he was a child, the afternoon when the moon was full, the quiet month, June. The same time and place as now. It's just that many things have changed in time and place.

"Didn't the Poison Tomb Gate look for us?" Yan Ping held a hint of illusion.

"Nobody, we've had good luck all the time. Gu Xiaowen also thought so.

The two walked out of the room with their heads held high, and walked down the long corridor. At the end of the corridor, a disciple of the Poison Mound Gate stood solemnly.

There is no need to dodge. Gu Xiaowen and Yan Ping knew that when only the two of them were left fighting side by side in the entire rivers and lakes, there was no need to hide anymore. Sooner or later, you will meet the people of the Poison Tomb Gate, and there will be more and more.

If you walk out with your head held high, there may be a miracle. What miracle?

They can't tell if there are only two people left to fight in the rivers and lakes, what else can they hope for except a miracle?

At this moment, reality is like a dream, and when reality is like a dream, miracles are actually reality.

When passing by the disciple of the Poison Tomb Gate, the disciple of the Poison Tomb Gate stretched out his hand to stop the two of them, and looked at Gu Xiaowen and Yan Ping who were wearing the clothes of the Poison Tomb Gate suspiciously. Neither of them looked at him. Yan Ping suddenly took out the knife, and Gu Wanwen helped his fallen body and put it on the ground.

Out of the main entrance of the seven-story building. Three main streets meet here. The street is empty, like a dream city.

The scattered pedestrians were all from the Poison Tomb Gate, and they were all the people who were chasing the two of them in this empty city. Those people looked at Gu Xiaowen and Yan Ping who came out of the seven-story building, no one spoke, and no one moved. Yan Ping felt the entire city freeze, and even the falling mandala leaves were still in its arc-shaped trajectory.

"It's like a dream. Yan Ping said.

Gu Xiaowen smiled at Yan Ping. Yan Ping felt that this smile was so familiar, and he had seen it in his dreams. But he didn't say anything. also smiled at Gu Xiaowen.

The two of them walked through this stagnant time and space, through the fragrance of mandala flowers and the fragrance of flowers in the city of graceful and quiet dusk.

The ubiquitous fragrance of mandala flowers in Yuelou City smeared the entire city's June into a surreal dream. Together with death and ruin, it has become an unforgettable memory of Shushan rivers and lakes.

However, the frozen dream moved, like the shadow of the moon in a basin of water, and then shattered.

The dream was shattered.

Gu Xiaowen and Yan Ping felt that the people behind them were gathering more and more, and the black clothes of the Poison Tomb Gate behind them gradually climbed and spread in this brightly colored dream.

Darkness is eating away at the afterglow of the sun. Yan Ping wanted to turn his head to see how an empty city could become a nightmare.

"Don't look back. Gu Xiaowen took Yan Ping's hand and said. Gu Xiaowen knew that as soon as he turned around, this city of flowers would collapse, and his childhood memories would dissipate without a trace. She hoped that she and Yan Ping could hold hands and continue walking. The bright part of this dream can be done a little longer.

At the end of Cuiliu Street, the last trace of the sun disappeared. Like the smile in Gu Xiaowen's memories of this city, it suddenly lost its blood. Yan Ping heard the roar of the first awakened living corpse coming from the empty side of the city. After all, it's still a nightmare. The dream of Shushan rivers and lakes is just an illusion of a nightmare.

The two turned their heads and saw a black patch behind them, and the disciples of the Poison Mound Sect spread up like a dark night.

"There are still no miracles in the rivers and lakes. Yan Ping smiled, "Give me those pills." ”

"Until the last moment, how do you know that there are no miracles. Gu Xiaowen pulled out his soft sword and stood in the middle of the street.

"It looks like it has the momentum of a generation of grandmasters, it's just" Yan Ping smiled at Gu Xiaowen.

"Just what?"

"It's better to surrender. Yan Ping said.

"Phew, the first and last battle between the two of us, I just had a bit of heroic momentum, and I was ruined by your words. ”

Several low-grade disciples of the Poison Mound Sect were eager to make meritorious contributions, and they had already attacked silently, and the two of them leaned sideways, fighting indiscriminately with one sword and one sword. It just feels like it's still like a dream, but this dream has become a nightmare. A silent battle, the sound of the sword seemed to come from afar, and the blood on Gu Wanwen's left arm was refracted by the dream, and the color was even more weird, but he didn't feel pain. By the way, if you die, it will be when you wake up from a nightmare. The end of this nightmare is death.

Gu Xiaowen took another sword. The wound from the first sword is only now starting to hurt.

"See you in the next life. During the silent siege of the seven or eight disciples of the Poison Mound Sect, Gu Xiaowen heard Yan Ping say this. I think it's ridiculous.

It's too cheesy to say that the last sentence of life is like this. What should I say? Gu Xiaowen had actually given up, she knew that she couldn't even kill a low-level disciple of the Poison Mound Sect. It's just that they also have to stay alive, and they didn't kill them, so they resisted for a while.

Gu Xiaowen took out a free hand, stretched it into his arms, and was about to stuff the thirteen pills into his mouth together with the membrane of the divine frog. It's time, Yan Ping in the corner of Gu Wanwen's eyes can't see it.

The biggest lie in the rivers and lakes is miracles.

This was Gu Xiaowen's last thought before his death. Then she heard the haunting sound of the chains. This time it was even more real, so real that she even saw the cold iron chains flying around her. The blood of the black-clothed men who surrounded the poison mound gate was constantly splashed on Gu Xiaowen's face, like a rain at dusk.

The rain of blood gradually stopped.

In the sunset, Gu Xiaowen and Yan Ping saw a dry and slender person standing in the middle of the street, or the shape of a person, just like the people in those literati paintings, just a few simple strokes of freehand. Full of white hair scattered down, there is no wind in this dusk Yuelou City, but his hair is the wind. The chaos was like a raging wind.

The eight iron chains that are more than eight feet long are like the eight claws of an octopus, and they fly softly in the blood rain like the water sleeves of the actors on the stage, and the person who touches them suddenly blooms a bright flower on the body, and then flies far away, landing silently.

He is the soul of Kong Jiusi in the dungeon. The haunting ghost. It turned out that he had been following Gu Xiaowen and Yan Ping. It's really following.

The most feared thing is the moment when night falls. Since the poison mound gate has dominated the rivers and lakes.

At night, countless living corpses pounced on Cuiliu Street accompanied by the sparse sound of copper bells, and their speed at night made them look more like ghosts. The first few rushed up were whipped with chains and flew out a few feet away, but more living corpses were surrounding.

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