Take a stroll through the court.

More leisurely than the passers-by who were in a hurry in the past, as if they were really just brothers and sisters, holding hands and going out for a walk.

When they were still some distance away from the location of the church, some passers-by around them subconsciously glanced in the direction of the church.

The expressions on the faces varied, some were solemn, some were religious, and some were surprised.

The solemn and pious are naturally the faithful followers of the goddess.

And the surprise is mostly those who are in a hurry, they all have their own busyness today, so much so that they forget the time.

When the church hymn sounded, I suddenly realized that it had reached this point.

The song is like water, as always, at this point in time, flowing through the streets, not more than a minute, not less than a minute.

Everyone knows that the Moonlight Church has its own way of determining the time, often more accurately than a clock.

Every day, the people in the surrounding streets are reminded that the time for the Moonlight Church has come, and the sun will soon set in the west, and the soft and clear light that belongs to the night will be about to cover the world with a hazy veil.

Ethereal voices swirl melodiously.

……

Lost souls

The song of the moonlight

Traces of entanglements in the past

……

Nie Yuan once again faced this kind of throbbing singing.

This time was no exception, and the urge to embrace something came back to me.

But this time, I don't know if it was because of the preparation in advance, or the loss of consciousness last time, which gave him a kind of resistance.

Although the throbbing in my heart was difficult to shake away, and I wanted to indulge in it, I was not manipulated by the song and kept my mind sober.

He quietly admired the ethereal song, and his footsteps did not stop, all the way in the direction of home.

It looks similar to the passers-by around him, occasionally humming a few words to the rhythm of the chant in his throat, leisurely and natural.

This was not a disguise, but a light-hearted relief from the soul, and he, who should have been more solemn than any passer-by at this moment, could not be nervous at all when he faced the chant.

It was an indescribable, but very relaxing emotion.

It seems that from the soul level, this kind of chant, and the deep meaning behind it, will not hurt oneself.

After singing the foreshadowing part in front of him, he was about to enter the poignant and rapid part, and Nie Yuan also passed by the door of the Moonlight Church at this time.

Instinctively, he turned his head to look at the source of the chants, and could only see the empty church door, but he could not see the specific scene in it.

But through the glazed windows, you can vaguely see the silhouette of the delicate sculpture enshrined at the top.

Through the glass window, he and the delicate sculpture that could not be seen are looking at each other as if they were looking at each other from the ends of the world.

With just a sudden glance, Nie Yuan withdrew his gaze, because with the progress of his footsteps, his vision was already obscured by the exterior wall of the church.

Sensing that he seemed to have "resistance" to the charisma of the chant this time, Nie Yuan felt that the harvest was almost over.

Prepare to take Nancy back along the way, and choose a day when there is no moonlight and no hymns to sound, go deep into the church, get close to the divine aura of the church, and explore the secrets of yourself.

But just when his eyes missed the church and he turned his head to look straight ahead, he didn't take two steps before he realized that something was wrong.

The further he went, the fewer pedestrians there were.

At the same time, the surrounding painting style is also slowly undergoing a gradual change.

It was clear that the sun had not yet set, and the sight was still good, but with Nie Yuan's footsteps, he was getting farther and farther away from the Moonlight Church, and the sunlight seemed to disappear, replaced by a soft color like moonlight.

Although it still feels clear, it invisibly coats the surroundings with a hazy atmosphere, and the vision begins to blur.

This haze became deeper and deeper, until the surrounding painting style had been completely reversed to a misty appearance of light, and then he reluctantly stopped.

Everyone knows that the moonlight is hazy and clear, but it is so hazy that it obscures people's vision, like encountering fog when going out in the morning, and there is a car in the depths of the fog, driving head-on with high beams, which is a bit too mysterious, right?

Under this treacherous but soft and gentle aura, Nie Yuan did not raise any nervousness, but he felt very cordial invisibly.

But he still has his senses, and he also knows that there are too many strange things in this world that he can't understand and can't fight, so he still turned his head sideways and wanted to tell Nancy that if the situation was not right, he must lead him to retreat quickly.

However, the next scene made Nie Yuan at a loss.

Because before he could speak, he found that Nancy, who he was holding in his hand, suddenly turned into a puff of light and dissipated, and at first he could still see the outline of a human figure, but in the blink of an eye, it had spread out and merged with the hazy painting style around him.

Nie Yuan raised his eyes and looked around, but he couldn't see any figures anymore, only vaguely, he saw the afterimages of buildings that had been abstracted, like light and shadow, not far away, but seemed to be out of reach.

It was as if he had been cut off from the world, alone in an alien space formed by the convergence of hazy light.

This scene reminded Nie Yuan of the situation when his companions summoned the projection of the sealed ancient gods in the Buck bookstore.

It also makes everything around them abstract, and even the temperature from the fire disappears without a trace.

It is as if the people behind all of this can make and change any rule in this abstract world by their will alone.

They set the temperature of the flame to be 1,000 degrees, and the temperature at which the flame burns is 1,000 degrees.

They stipulate that the temperature of the flame is minus 10 degrees, and the temperature at which the flame burns can be minus 10 degrees.

Mysterious and mysterious.

Indescribable.

Nie Yuan's footsteps did not stop, he didn't know how to get out of here, so he could only rely on some kind of guidance in his soul to continue to walk forward, trying to find the truth that uncovered all the mysteries.

The deeper you go, the stronger the throbbing in your soul becomes.

Suddenly, his eyes moved, as if he saw that right ahead, there was a movement that was too hot and distorted the air slightly.

As he walked towards the anomaly, he saw a few thick rays of light, as if a human figure had been vaguely pieced together.

It is indeed very inappropriate to use the word thick to describe light, but Nie Yuan can't find any more appropriate adjectives to describe here.

Perhaps, this description is not wrong?

Since it is possible to make the flame burn to produce temperature, such a truth that should be immutable for eternity has produced an abstract change.

Then they, who are the embodiment of the rules, stipulate that the light is here, it can be touched, it can be bent, and it can even flow on the ground like a stream, as if it were ......

Also barely said in the past?

The figure in front of him that was blurred by the distorted light, even if he walked in, Nie Yuan couldn't see its true form clearly.

I can only barely see that if he has a gender, it should be a woman?

A woman in a dress, all ethereal like a soft light?

The face was so illusory that it was impossible to distinguish its expression.

But Nie Yuan could faintly perceive that he seemed to have his own consciousness, and what was he looking for?

The woman's light and shadow gradually approached Nie Yuan's general direction, sometimes looking left and right, sometimes as if she was waving her arms, trying to grasp something.

Somehow, Nie Yuan felt like a blind girl, walking alone in a world where no one was around, unable to search for what he wanted to find with his eyes.

But it is much more ethereal than the blind girl of human beings, she has never stumbled, she will not be restrained, but she is like the ethereal fairy god who only existed in the painting under the brush of a stream-of-consciousness painter in her previous life, distant and ethereal.

It's not that He can't see.

There is no one in the world who knows the truth of all things more than Him.

What he can't see is only the person who was sent into the depths of reincarnation by his own hands, and has cut off any cause and effect from himself and even from this world.

I can only follow the sustenance, which belongs to me, to search for its true traces.

Until.

The moment he returned to his embrace.

And Nie Yuan couldn't think of it at all, and the deep background in it had to go all the way forward in surprise, and his eyes never left the phantom of light that was searching for something everywhere.

Until he met him, just as he was about to collide, Nie Yuan turned to one side in surprise and evaded his search.

Because looking at this posture, if he didn't dodge sideways, the two sides would have collided straight together, and it was instinctive to dodge.

Staggered figures.

Nie Yuan was about to turn around, thinking about whether he should open his mouth and shout to attract the other party's attention, or leave quietly like this.

Before he could fully turn his head, he suddenly felt that his wrist was grabbed by something that exuded a faint cold aura.

It wasn't like the palm of your hand, but more like two cool pieces of jade, gently touching your skin

The phantom of light, when Nie Yuan shook his body to dodge, he sensed something, felt something, and grabbed it directly.

At this time, Nie Yuan had already turned his head.

The two touched their wrists, their bodies staggered, and they looked back at each other.

This glance spans the long river of time and transcends the material.

World.

It's as if at this moment, it is frozen in an instant.