The flames and thunder and lightning were entangled, locking Mu Ziyun tightly to the ground, and Mu Ziyun's mental state was so chaotic that his strength level was greatly reduced, and he was unable to resist the suppression of the fire beads and thunder souls.

During this period, the memory of three thousand years was constantly swallowed up by the memory of reality, and Mu Ziyun's mood of seeking death became more and more weakened, and after a long time, Mu Ziyun entered a state of excessive confusion, and the fire beads and thunder souls were also released from the imprisonment, so that Mu Ziyun could move at will, at this time, Mu Ziyun couldn't tell where was false and where was true.

He felt that Tricky Joy was right next to him, maybe hidden under a tree somewhere, or maybe they would be able to meet again when the next game came. In his eyes, the mountain road has become a long street in the ghost country, and he can always see all kinds of dead souls shuttling and changing in different fantasy worlds, and he keeps looking for them, deepening his sense of belonging to the ghost country over and over again.

"Little Hui'er!" Mu Ziyun called out in surprise. He saw Thorn Le Xiao Hui'er appear in front of her, of course, it was a hallucination caused by memory confusion, but Mu Ziyun believed it. Xiao Hui'er always avoided him, just like the first game they had ever played, Xiao Hui'er ran in front and he chased after him, and his speed became extremely fast due to the great evolution of thunder energy.

Xiao Hui'er left clues on the road, Mu Ziyun happily looked for Xiao Hui'er's traces in the fake and the true, he chatted with a stone for a long time, and learned the direction where Xiao Hui'er was located, and then he ran over the land.

Three thousand years of memories faded more and more, and he became more confused and painful, and he began to doubt, but because of this, his desire to see Little Hui'er became more urgent, and his mind became stupid.

He saw a group of ghosts, strolling around the ghost street, he rushed to the ghosts, panting and asking if they had seen Little Hui'er, those ghosts spoke some language that Mu Ziyun didn't understand, which is impossible to happen in the ghost country, so this scene became even more false, but in Mu Ziyun's painful inner struggle, he would rather see everything was true. Disturbed by his subconscious, he "understood" the language of the souls.

But this group of revenants was extremely irritable, and in Mu Ziyun's next inquiry, they began to add punches and kicks to them.

Mu Ziyun was hit by a group and couldn't fight back, he couldn't feel the pain, and in reality, he was almost killed. He suddenly saw the head of one of the dead souls turn into the appearance of Little Hui'er, although the scenery on both sides gradually blurred and became transparent, and finally slowly changed back to the appearance of the woods, but this image really made Mu Ziyun as excited as if he saw a life-saving straw, and he cheered: "Little Hui'er, I found you!" ”

Xiao Hui'er's head obviously doesn't match her body, and starting from her neck, Xiao Hui'er's head is changing. Mu Ziyun was in a hurry, slammed his hand, and simply broke the man's neck, he held the beautiful Xiao Hui'er in his hand, looked up and looked away, and found that there was a leg jumping somewhere, it was Xiao Hui'er's leg, he understood, Xiao Hui'er was playing a puzzle game, and he needed to find all the parts of Xiao Hui'er.

He wrapped the head and ran towards the depths of the ghost street, while the remaining souls chased after him as if they were dead.

Not long after, two more revenants appeared in front of them, and Mu Ziyun interspersed between them.

"You! Dog son Mu Ziyun! You're still alive! I know you can't die! ”

"Huzi?" Such a figure suddenly appeared in Mu Ziyun's heart, but when he turned around, because the distance was too far, he could no longer see the two dead souls, so he continued to chase after Xiao Hui'er.

"Don't run, little Hui'er, I... I am tired. He stopped tiredly, the previous confrontation with the fire beads and thunder souls consumed too much of his energy, and the ghost country would not be in such a situation, he was once again forced to doubt the reality and the false world, which made his heart tormented.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Hui'er heard his call, so she really walked out from behind the tree again and stood in front of him with a smile.

And at this time, those crazy souls rushed over again, they gradually changed in Mu Ziyun's eyes, and the biggest change was their backs, which suddenly grew white weird wings, in reality, that was the crazy birdman.

Xiao Hui'er pounced on Mu Ziyun, and the birdman also killed him. Where would Mu Ziyun care about those dead souls, hugging and dancing with Xiao Hui'er, those swords and palms that fell turned into gorgeous ribbons in Mu Ziyun's eyes, and the ribbons swam around him and Xiao Hui'er, they might dodge, or they might catch them. In the meantime, the package shredded, and the completely deformed head flew away.

Mu Ziyun saw a group of devils, they rushed over with their teeth and claws, Xiao Hui'er hid behind him in fear, he called out lightning, summoned flames, and killed the devil without leaving a piece of armor. At the end, he and Xiao Hui'er flew hand in hand to another layer of ghost street.

"Little Hui'er...."

"Huh?"

The scene around him became clearer and clearer, Mu Ziyun didn't look elsewhere, only looked at Xiao Hui'er's face, the memory of the ghost country was already broken, but he still held on tightly to this last territory, trying to persuade his heart. Mu Ziyun said to him: "Do you smell a strange smell?" ”

"No, that's what it smells like." Xiao Hui'er asked with a smile.

"It stinks, but it's familiar." Mu Ziyun looked back in his mind blankly, he remembered a vague shadow, but Xiao Hui'er suddenly said, "I know what it is." ”

"Oh? Is it the breath of the revenant? Mu Ziyun asked.

"No" Xiao Hui'er stopped, grabbed Mu Ziyun, looked at him with a smile and said, "She is your past and present, she is called..."

"That's it!" Mu Ziyun interrupted Xiao Hui'er's words, he panicked inexplicably, he was deliberately evading.

Xiao Hui'er let go of his hand and gradually retreated.

Mu Ziyun was in a hurry, he stretched out his hand to grab Xiao Hui'er's arm, but like a slow old man, he couldn't touch Xiao Hui'er's body. Xiao Hui'er looked at him with a smile and said, "Mu Ziyun, do you remember the world you experienced before we met?" The world of whatever you want. ”

"I remember, Xiao Hui'er, come here."

"Mu Ziyun, the fantasies of the ghost country are all the same, one person is the whole world, I know her name, it is precisely because you are eager to hear that name, stinky wood, bad wood, you see who I am." Xiao Hui'er disappeared, and Mu Ziyun had unconsciously followed her to a certain place, and he saw a familiar face, a woman who was thrown around by countless brown bears.

"Kite!" Mu Ziyun suddenly screamed, and "snowflakes" fell from the sky, which were fiery red lotus crystals, and he gently hugged the woman, his eyes were half-open, and he gently stroked her face.

However, what he saw was Xiao Hui'er with a vague veil, and Xiao Hui'er said to him happily: "I miss you very much." ”

Mu Ziyun ran again, he didn't see Xiao Hui'er, but he looked for Xiao Hui'er's traces, it was a pink paper umbrella, when Mu Ziyun passed by it, the paper umbrella disappeared, a tile house, a fruit basket, a black and smelly puppet, flower ropes, handkerchiefs, those things that Mu Ziyun passed by, would be broken into powder and dissolved from his heart.

He didn't know how long he had been wandering, he didn't move around anymore, no matter how he persuaded himself, the scenery around him would never appear in a corner of the ghost street, and the memory of the eighteen years in reality had been ingrained and did not allow him to question anything, he remembered, this is the world, he is back, and alive.

He also knew very well that Xiao Hui'er, who had accompanied him for countless years, was about to be forgotten by him, however, he couldn't do anything. Forgetting Xiao Hui'er's future, he can't imagine it, let alone accept it.

"Little Hui'er, you show up again, please, I'm about to forget you, I'm scared, scared...."

He simply closed his eyes, didn't look at anything, didn't listen to anything, he used his fingers on the ground to write the words "Little Hui'er", "Ghost Country", "Three Thousand Years" and so on, constantly pulling the lost memories back in front of him. However, when he thought of Xiao Hui'er, he thought of the scene when they first met, at that time, the woman standing next to him was a kite.

Therefore, Mu Ziyun unconsciously remembered the kite, and through the kite, he remembered Fang Tianmu, Huzi and the bell. Bell! His heart was suddenly clenched, and the bell died! No, she must still be alive, and the Demon Tiger will find a way to save her!

At this time, he lowered his head and saw the words "Thorny Little Hui'er", "Ghost Country", and "Three Thousand Years" depicted on the ground, he was stunned for a moment, blinked blankly, suddenly patted his forehead, and said to himself: "Huh? What have I written here? ”

In this way, Mu Ziyun stood up, stepped on the "memory" he had carved, muttered to himself with a bell, and walked into the distance.

When the memory of the ghost country completely disappeared, the eighteen years of realistic memories were re-experienced in Mu Ziyun's mind, where did Mu Ziyun care about Xiao Hui'er and other characters, he finally understood from the heart-rending pain and longing, how important the bell - this girl whose life and death were uncertain was in his heart.

He went from looking for Xiao Hui'er in confusion to looking for bells in grief, and his eagerness and inner struggle made him see the phantoms of bells one by one. He wandered for many days, "floating" aimlessly, in fact, he knew that he was desperate, and he could only numb himself by calling his name, but he always inadvertently called the wrong name, and called the bell to the one that should not have any place in his heart, little Hui'er.

He saw a phantom again, it was a bell, a real bell, when he was hugged tightly, Mu Ziyun cried, at that moment, there seemed to be another "non-existent" figure in the dark, which made him feel endless sadness, he saw the living bell, but it seemed that he had lost another "bell", however, the figure that held his hands tightly, the girl who had been with him for a long time, he could never see it again, and he couldn't remember.