I don't know the years in the cave, but the night is deep, Ji Ge was silent for a long time and didn't look up.

It was the garment he knew, even the most familiar, the one he had seen most since he had come to the castle, a darker color than the night.

This is exactly the clothes worn by the people in black who walk in the shadow of the Skull Castle, and even the people who are outside at this time, inside the mountain, are the same kind of black things!

All the ugly and evil and unwilling to be known seem to be put into an airtight armor, noble and stingy, disgusted with revealing the true emotions and qi to the outside world, and there is no good or evil to the world.

The package was unwrapped, and the pitch-black clothes took on the shape of a human, slumped crookedly on the ground, like a deformed corpse with no heartbeat.

I'm afraid that at this time, not only in front of him, but also in the same position in every cave where the young man is staying, there will be such a black dress, Ji Ge suddenly thought.

His side face looked gloomy in the glowing shadow of the stone wall reflected in the faint fire candle in the cave, his eyes flashed with an inexplicable divine light, and his two pupils fell on the twisted and boneless black clothes on the ground, but they seemed to be looking at himself.

He thought that he had a thousand endings in this ancient castle, but he never expected that he would not die by some terrible death, but ...... Assimilated!

Assimilated by this fort, thus becoming part of the shadow beneath its vast silhouette.

Ji Ge thought that the castle would have deeper malice towards them, but she never thought for a moment that what would end up giving them such a full stop.

Ji Ge got up slowly, took off all the ragged and torn clothes, pursed his pale lips that had just recovered a trace of blood, picked up the black clothes on the ground, and changed into them meticulously.

Black clothes, after this night, wearing this black clothes, they will never be from the north and south, or forcibly taken or entered the fort by various means of chance.

Instead, they are the minions living in the shadow of the skeleton, and they have also become the ...... in their own mouths Men in Black.

From that day on, there were no more of them, the boy was dead, and all that was left was an unrecognizable, newborn man dressed in black.

Their original names, origins, and even memories will be severed and discarded, and even their faces will fade away in time, blurred and invisible.

In the years after coming to the castle, many parts of the boys' bodies died while trying to survive. And in the eyes of the skeleton shadow, they have initially become a qualified hand and blade to fulfill their will.

The bearer is nothing more than a superior heart and killing intent.

It was a silent life of the heart, a process of rebirth from the dead, and the process could always take some time, so the night seemed extraordinarily long.

In the dark, there are naturally no stars and moons in the belly of the mountain, thousands of caves are like strands of hair, and the black clothes sent in the basin have no interest in peeping. In this aberrant night of interweaving the old and the new, the dead and the new, their hearts are heard.

......

And nothing has changed in the outside world, the dark shadows like ants between the basins are still silent, doing their own things in full swing, and there is an almost eerie silence in silence, everything seems to be indifferent under a cold will, even the huge earthquake that happened not long ago has no effect.

For some things, they have been waiting for too long, so long that they have become obsessed with death, even if the sky falls apart and the stars fall, they cannot be timid.

Probably, the beginning is ...... Can't stop.

In the belly of the mountain, the distant sky above is also deep at night, without stars twinkling, and it seems a little lonely.

The dense holes go deep into the end of the unknown few feet, and there are more complicated and innumerable forks and handovers, like people's messy hair entangled together into a dead knot, and it is impossible to sort out the clues, only know that the number and possibility have reached a terrifying, unimaginable level.

In the darkness around the corner of a deep tunnel, several voices were engaged in a conversation that would not be known now or in the future.

"The breath of something leaked out of the cracks caused by this earthquake and escaped...... "It seemed that they didn't know much about the things underground, but their plans had no one to follow, and no future generations could continue them, and they didn't even dare to think that it was such a huge project, and that the action was too big to inevitably dig out those unnecessary and headache troubles buried deep in the ground.

The voice paused abruptly at this point, coughed and cleared his throat, and then continued to speak, but this time there seemed to be a worried meaning in his tone.

"It's just that those two seeds were born in danger, and they don't know if they have been contaminated with any qi and defiled their skins?"

"It's really uncertain, just in case, if they stay to the last step in the end, won't it be a big deal for my skeleton!"

"Don't worry about it, since I rescued them before, I naturally spied on their bodies and didn't have those superfluous things, but I found traces that belonged to that woman. Although the teenagers didn't hear much of the guide's words, if they were here, they could still tell who this flat tone was.

The guide said affirmatively, and unceremoniously vetoed the previous person's concerns, "More things are better than less things, and now everything is not to worry about." ”

"At the moment, it's the only thing that matters! ”

The guide was resolute, uncharacteristically, and brutally overthrew the rest of the people's right to speak, but there was really no one to say anything.

It was as if the guide had indescribable prestige, and perhaps they all noticed that the lamp that tied his life was missing in the guide's hand.

The lamp, which he had not yet lifted and had not put down, was left on it, and they both knew what that meant.

The guide has made up his mind to die, and he has never thought of the day when he steps into the hollow of the tree.

The long silence made the darkness a little dull, and a demonic voice that would occasionally ring in the ears of the teenagers after hearing it for the first time said lightly: "Okay, let's disperse." ”

The tunnel was dark, but not many people inside knew that it was a middle-aged man who spoke, and the orders of the lord of a castle all nodded their heads, and their figures disappeared very quickly in an instant.

The middle-aged man's eyes naturally ignored the darkness, looking at the guide who moved his feet and left step by step with his feet, his eyes were full of complicated light, but he kept watching his figure being swallowed up by the fork, and he never opened his mouth and ...... Retain.

Everyone's path has to be chosen by themselves, and once they step out, they have no choice.

The middle-aged man sighed softly, and then his face changed back to a noble and indescribable and indifferent and proud appearance, and he also raised his feet and left.

The intricate tunnels are like a mess of flowers to bewitch people's eyes, so that people can't see it, and their hearts are confused, but for the middle-aged man, it is only a matter of a few steps under his feet, and every step he seems to have stepped through countless tunnels, and in just a few steps, his majestic body appears at the entrance of a hole as high as the exit of the road when the teenagers first arrived.

Half of the middle-aged man's feet were in the air, only the back of his feet was rooted on the cliff, and his head was covered with moss, and he looked down at the basin below.

At the edge of the basin, all the teenagers put on black clothes and came out of the hole to gather together, and there was no queue to converge into a huge black shadow that swayed, as if they had cut off the unbearable and cowardly left behind by their own blades overnight, and replaced them with the confidence that black clothes brought to them, their eyes were sharp and shining.

The middle-aged man looked at this scene and grinned, but there was no smile in his eyes, but a bitter coldness.

Judging from the reflection in the gold-wire lens hanging from the corner of his eye, the flowers that should have hung their heads and withered were hallucinatory and unprecedented.