The underworld is in the wind and snow, and the fifth volume of Mobei Tianjiao is the fifty-ninth chapter of the dark world

The light was dim, and even when it was dawn, there was no brightness in the space I was in, and after staying for a long time, I went to the dark according to my habit during the day. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThe camels actually followed me, I don't know if they had been without their owners for too long, as if they had suddenly found the meaning of existence and refused to give up, but they had already discovered that there were many ghosts around me.

The wind was blowing, the stars were dotted, and the space on the ground during the day was still so white, and I couldn't get in. But in this place where ghosts don't, there is a ghost town of unprecedented scale, but unfortunately the density is too low, and every ghost and every alien building is quite far away, as if there is endless space to use. Fortunately, you don't have to walk too much in this space, you can go wherever you want, and some of those consciousnesses are interconnected. I guess what would work for me? I noticed a very strange individual in a very distant place---- I had told me how wonderful the space was, and I could perceive it clearly even from afar---- it seemed to be a very strange calligraphy and painting, fluttering and unfolding. I thought that the content might be useful to me, so I carefully identified and memorized it, but the calligraphy and painting were almost completely unrecognizable and memorable. There can only be some feelings, weird, cold to the bone, and vast. I suddenly felt that it was a person's memory, maybe it was more simple, it was just a person's wish, or rather an unknown ambition in his heart!

I tried to touch it, but the thing didn't move, I seemed to be able to walk through it. But after that touch, I had some unusual feelings. That was the root of that desire, and the long-term loneliness, depression, anger, fear, and oppression eventually coalesced into a catastrophe that I could not touch, otherwise something earth-shattering might have happened. When you come to look at this calligraphy and painting, you can't see its borders, only that it is extremely irregular, like a trampled insole, enlarged to hundreds of kilometers long, twisted and wrinkled. It seems to be fluttering and moving, but it doesn't move at all. Fortunately, when I was in school, I paid a lot of attention to the practice of literature and martial arts, and I had some experience in summarizing thoughts and things, so I was able to explain all this clearly. But I haven't even been able to understand it myself.

But the things around them are really drifting, gathering and scattering, and they can't see their respective purposes, and they seem to be random but not so uniform. I'm trying to understand the insole, oh it's calligraphy, and there's a consciousness that connects me:

"Space is our pain, time is our itch, we are so itchy and unbearable, but helpless. A little harassment seemed to have eased, but then it was even more painful. Even though I knew it, I couldn't choose it. You're in the same question, aren't you?"

I was speechless, a little scared to be touched, as if I understood what I was saying. But I still couldn't help but express myself: "You should understand, but in reality you don't seem to understand, you should be waiting, waiting for what?"

"Ahh

"Isn't death a beginning?" I seem to have learned some ghost ways of thinking.

"Death is death, neither beginning nor end. ”

"What are you trying to express?"

"Logic and vacancy, presence and absence. ”

After all, I still can't think with this kind of leapfrog thinking, so I don't plan to linger, but I suddenly found a clue from calligraphy and painting. It had a hole, and there were some things around it that were converging and condensing, condensing into one or two turbulent currents, coming towards the hole from both positive and negative directions, and only in the moment I perceived, the two turbulences whistled through the irregular picture and each other's thoughts. There were several holes of various sizes, the largest of which were the size of a football field, and the two turbulent currents were so crowded that they did not enter the holes. The turbulence in front passes through, and the turbulence in the back continues to form rapidly. I exclaimed, ducking into the hole, and watched with trepidation. Look closely at the turbulence, but there are images in it, all of them are ghostly shadows, which are somewhat similar to the images in the five-way trapped ghost bureau I encountered. I just watched the turbulence go on and on, and I don't know how long it took, and finally I got tired of the horrific scene and turned to something else. But I was surrounded by turbulence in the hole, and I couldn't imagine what would happen through the turbulence, so I had to wait and hope it would be over. But time had passed, and though time was meaningless, I was not like them, and I had to go back quickly, so I made up my mind to cross the turbulence, and the camels and ghosts followed me. It's not fun, some of the ghosts in the turbulence pass through my soul, and it will burst very violently, and I am also distorted by the impact. The ghosts around me were even worse, and some of them even joined the turbulence, but those camels were very determined and kept walking out of the turbulence with me.

It was expected that it was getting dark again, and suddenly there was a sound outside the icefall, and it was several people struggling to walk. It seems that he does not dare to turn on the lights, but sometimes whispers.

"What are we looking for?" asked a low voice.

"Don't ask!" the leader reprimanded in a low voice. Then there was silence, except for a group of people walking silently on the snowy fields. I heard the heartbeats of those people should be more than a dozen people, just as they approached the icefall, suddenly a few exclamations, followed by a sound of 'bang・・・・・・ huh tong ・・・・・・', it should be that three people stepped on the ice and fell into the cold water at the bottom of the ice at an unknown depth.

"Be careful! You two stay and pull them out, and the rest will follow me.

However, the people did not seem to notice the crack in the icefall, and continued to walk east along the outside of the icefall. The two men left behind were looking for someone under the ice, and a few minutes later they had just dropped the rope when they slipped and fell into the ice hole. The person who took the lead obviously did not know that all five people had been reimbursed and did not come back to rescue them. The ghost camels still didn't move, and just spent the day there. Later, I took out some food and water to eat, and after a few bites, I suddenly noticed that a ghost camel turned its skull to look at me, and shook its jaw to make a chewing motion, which was a regurgitant chewing motion. I wanted to try to give them something to eat, but I felt that it was an insult to them, and at last I couldn't eat anything anymore, so I put it away and was silent with them.

At nightfall, not long after the men who had left their companions had walked by, I suddenly felt the earth tremble, and there was a rumbling sound coming from a distant place, and I did not know what it was, and I did not want to ask the ghost camels, so I listened quietly. The sound kept going, and I found a spot where I could see outside, and there was a fierce wind outside the icefall, and the ghost was crying wolf howling from west to east. I don't know what kind of equipment they are in, but they are very close to the ancient Mongolian soldiers, because the knives they hold are similar to my meniscus Mongolian knives. The rugged terrain of the valley did not affect them, they were all ghosts, and they did not have to walk on the ground at all, but only sped three feet above the ground. I don't know how many ghosts sped around this valley for five or six hours! I watched the icefall for a long time, and I was a little paralyzed, and I moved to go back to the camel crowd. But at this moment, a few of the ghost soldiers outside spotted me, and a few of the ghost soldiers who were whizzing through looked at me. In fact, almost all the ghost soldiers could only see the armor and blades, and the warriors inside were all vague images, and the images could not distinguish the eyebrows, eyes, mouth, and nose at all. One of them raised his knife and pointed at me, and suddenly a group broke out of the team and rushed towards the crack of the icefall where I was, the crack was only fifty centimeters wide, and the group of ghost soldiers rushed in in an instant, filling the entire space, whistling and rushing around. I hurriedly leaned on the icefall and watched, those ghost soldiers rushed through the space for a while, and turned a blind eye to the camels, and the camels were also very honestly unmoved. The next moment all the ghost soldiers faced me, I saw that there was no way to avoid it, so I had to get up and face it, although these were only ghost soldiers, but such a ferocious momentum rushed towards me, if I was really rushed, my soul body would be seriously damaged. I stood up, drew my crescent Mongolian sword, and held it in both hands, the tip of which was placed on my right shoulder, ready to fight. After waiting for a few more seconds, the ghost soldiers hesitated, and suddenly a few ghost soldiers fell down, looking like they were kneeling, and then all the ghost soldiers knelt down to me in this space, and I was stunned.

No one communicated with me, and it seemed that they were waiting for my instructions. What should I say to them? Ask them what they are doing? Thinking about it, it is just a crossing of the border, and it has nothing to do with me, and even if I did, I might not have any answer. It doesn't seem to have anything to do with the princess, the main thing is that I see this scene with a very numb scalp, so forget it. Finally, I swung my sword in the direction of the ghost soldiers in the valley, and almost instantly, all the ghost soldiers in front of me got up and didn't care about the icefall, and rushed out to chase after them with a roar.

If I were a normal person, I would have been shocked into a cold sweat, but I don't even know that I am sweating now, but I definitely feel palpitations. What would happen if those ghost soldiers really killed me? Certainly not a joke. But why would they be so obedient to me? Is my Mongolian sword the same as theirs, or can they see my soul word? Well, after all the catastrophe was over, I went back to the camels, and listened to the whistling and shouting outside, and did not dare to make any moves, for fear of disturbing the serious business of the sergeants again.

Later, after the ghost soldiers had finally passed through the valley, there was a rumbling sound in the east, I don't know what it was, that lasted for more than an hour. Did these ghost soldiers really do something earth-shattering? Or did they create an earthquake?