Chapter 62 is so lively

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Loneliness is originally an extremely lonely word, loneliness is single, only is one, two "single" put together does not have the meaning of another one, but it is more lonely. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

It's not enough to be alone, you also need to be alone.

Lonely is a person who has been alone in the past, and alone is still a person now.

Yin Huai didn't know why, very lonely, in the dark.

It was a feeling of hopeless loneliness.

He was alone, carrying something in his hand.

He couldn't see whether the thing in his hand was alive or dead, he could only feel the heavy weight.

The weight was so heavy that he was a little out of breath.

The rope he was carrying in his hand seemed to be tied around his neck.

Also suppressing Yin Huai is the surrounding darkness.

It's not the light that can't be opened when the sun is blazing, nor the light that goes out when the lights are bright, and it plunges into darkness.

Just a gray color.

But the same thing is not clear of anything.

Again, it's silent.

The silence made Yin Huai's loneliness even more than a few points.

Yin Huai could hear the sound of his own blood trickling in his veins, the sound was very slight, but it was extremely obvious in the silence, obviously like someone was beating a drum in his ear.

The thing in Yin Huai's hand that he didn't know what it was actually made him feel a little more comforted in his heart.

Gray and cloudy sometimes because there are too many things and too many things.

Yin Huai was still holding the rope in his hand, but the gray around him gradually took on color.

At first, there were only colors, and they were all kinds of colors mixed together, and they couldn't see the shapes or connotations, and they were purely mixed together with countless colors.

Yin Huai looked at those, and then realized that gray was not one color, but many, many colors.

Then, the color takes on a shape, and the shape takes on a meaning.

For example, a pool of blue is a grassland, and a little blood red is a drop of blood.

In the world in front of Yin Huai, the cyan that was spread out was a little blood red.

Then I clicked on the second point, the third point......

Slowly, countless blood-red lines were connected, dyed into a piece, and splashed into a piece.

It's as if an unreasonable painter is spoiling his own paintings.

Eventually, the blue was plated red.

Then the picture returns to gray.

Yin Huai couldn't do anything, he could only keep carrying the rope, but he seemed to feel the rope in his hand tugging.

It turned out that the other end of the rope was tied to a living creature.

Before Yin Huai could figure out whether the living creature should be decorated with a head or a strip, a burst of fragrance wafted in.

Yin Huai smelled the fragrance when he came to this world.

He was picked up by Erzhuzi in the river, and he knew very well what it was like to soak the aquatic plants in the water and float the fragrance of the aquatic plants on the river.

Now he smelled it again.

Yin Huai didn't know where the fragrance came from, he couldn't see the river, he couldn't see the grass, he could only see the gray sky, the gray land.

He can only regard the things on his head as the sky for the time being, and the ground under his feet for the time being.

He sees very little, but he smells a lot.

The smell of grass intensified, diluting the smell of water, and then changing to the smell of the grass in early summer when it was growing in full bloom.

It's like a drop of red ink dripping into a basin of clear water.

Dissolved, and seemed to disappear.

But it's still there after all.

The same acacia smelled a little rust in the grass color, and then melted into the grass scent.

The smell of rust is getting stronger and stronger, and the red ink is dripping more and more.

The smell that Yin Huai smelled changed from the smell of grass mixed with the smell of rust, to the smell of rust mixed with the smell of grass, and then finally the smell of grass disappeared completely, and there was only a thick rust that could not be dissolved.

Yin Huai remembered a mountain he had once seen, and the mountain was full of rust smell.

The mountains were full of blood.

The thick rust that can't be dissolved, and the thick blood that can't be dissolved are eating away at the original grass fragrance.

Yin Huai knew it was blood, but he didn't know where it came from.

The blood, which had stained the entire patch of blue, brought back some bad memories for him.

Without waiting for Yin Huai to have the idea of not wanting to recall, the overwhelming rust or the smell of blood disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The smell disappeared too quickly, Yin Huai was still a little uncomfortable, and he seemed to have returned to the previous state where he couldn't see anything and smell nothing.

The oncoming smell of blood would make people feel like vomiting, but now that the smell of blood is gone, Yin Huai has no urge to vomit.

But I heard a burst of vomiting sounds, which was very infiltrating.

Just like the color, the smell, and the sound are also very abrupt.

Yin Huai heard the sound coming from the end of the rope he was holding in his hand, if it was a living thing, it might be a person who couldn't see blood, but how could a person be tied with a rope.

Soon, the sound of vomiting disappeared again, and as if it had come abruptly, its departure had been sudden.

Yin Huai felt like he was carrying a dead thing that couldn't scream or move at the moment.

The sound of vomiting was gone, but the surrounding gray seemed to be lively.

At first there were only a few birds chirping, and they were chirping very happily, and then a few horses chirping, and I thought they were some very beautiful birds, very strong horses.

Then the horses stepped into the water, and the current rattled and washed the stones on the shore with a crisp sound.

The wind blows, whirring, the grass bends over, rustling.

Yin Huai didn't see anything, only knew that it should be an extremely quiet and peaceful place.

Finally there were human voices, laughter, and talking.

At first there was only one person, then more and more voices talked, and finally there was a lot of buzz and excitement.

Maybe it's a big event.

Then there were more discordant notes in the overlapping laughter.

The cry of the child at that time.

Grief seems to be contagious, and more and more cries are intertwined from the first one.

Male, female, old, young, all sorts.

It's the same cry.

The crying is getting more and more mixed, not only because there are more and more, but also because there are other voices mixed in with the crying.

Oh, Yin Huai heard the sound of the sword unsheathed, accompanied by an angry scream.

Ping, Yin Huai heard the sound of the sword falling on the solid armor, accompanied by a dull sound.

Rub, Yin Huai heard the sound of the sword inserting into his chest, accompanied by a sigh.

Then, Yin Huai couldn't hear anything clearly.

It's not the voices that are disappearing, but the countless swords that come out of their sheaths with countless angry screams, countless dullness and sighs.

The same men and women, the same young and old, the same lively.

It was as if the heavens would be awakened by the sound, and the earth would be torn apart by the sound.

It's not lively, it's noisy.

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