Xu Anchuan had a long dream, his consciousness was clear enough, he knew that he was in a dream, but he couldn't find a way to wake up.

The silent white space is like a cage, imprisoning a waking dreamer.

Xu Anchuan just floated in mid-air, surrounded by dizzying chunks of white.

Time seems to be no longer flowing, or it is so far away that it leaves only a drifting silence that makes people lose and go crazy.

From silent thinking to trying to wake up, to crazy self-harm and useless pain after trying to no avail, ending with brainstorming after closing your eyes.

Xu Anchuan remembered many vague memory details, and his brain went from being unprecedentedly awake to gradually questioning the possibility of his own existence and questioning the reality of the world.

If I fall asleep, this strange world is not a nightmare. If the weird world is real, am I already dead in the world of the fallen or am I dreaming of the white world again?

If the white world is real, is the normal world my dream, or is the white world just a fantasy of the weird world before I die?

What exactly is real and what is a dream?

Who am I?

Is it a dream within a dream, or am I in someone else's dream?

Endless chaotic thoughts rushed through Xu Anchuan's mind, and he seemed to be lost in the collapsed inner world, following the broken railroad tracks, step by step towards the abyss of death.

"You're finally here."

"I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

The little girl's immature voice echoed in Xu Anchuan's chaotic mind like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, but the entangled thoughts were only quiet for a while and continued to intertwine.

"It's time for you to wake up."

The familiar, like the pain of a thousand needles piercing the bones, pierced the heart, but still failed to pull back the lost soul.

"Looks like I've overdone it."

"This is a problem."

A little girl in a white dress with a ball-combed hair appeared in the white empty world, and the corners of her brows were furrowed on her cute little face.

"That's not right."

"It's a good thing that he's dead to you and to me."

The girl's voice was suddenly cold, her big clean and clear eyes were filled with unspeakable tyranny, and a strange smile rose on the corner of her mouth.

"How many days and nights have we been imprisoned here by his damned ancestors!"

"He's just had a tiny day ahead of us."

"If he's dead, it only means that he's a waste!"

The girl's voice grew deeper and lower, and her expression was gloomy.

"If he's dead, how much longer will we have to wait?"

"Lingering to live, waiting for spring and winter repeatedly."

"Death is not scary."

"How can you not be afraid of the ban that you can't die for!"

The girl's eyes were clean, but they were also heavy with sadness.

"But I'm afraid of death!"

"Maybe death will have a new beginning?"

"Are you crazy? There are only collapsed ruins left in the underworld, and the reincarnation path has long been broken! ”

"If you die, you won't continue! It can only be turned into a handful of loess manure! ”

"Perhaps."

"But the meaningless repetition is not as good as it is for me, it is better to end it sooner."

"Crazy, crazy!"

"You hate me as crazy, you hide more crazy than me!"

Hysterical rants, the girl half-laughed and half-laughed.

"I won't let you get away with it!"

Half of the girl's body turned into a moth, and the long tongue mouthparts with sharp barbs stabbed at Xu Anchuan like a knife out of its sheath.

"Kill him!"

"Then the madman's legacy is broken."

"I don't need the relief of bullshit death, I still want to live!"

Half of the moth's eyes were blood-red with bloodthirsty fanaticism.

"You can't kill him."

The girl laughed, and slowly turned into a speck of phosphorescent light, leaving only half of the moth stunned.

"He left behind him, how can the truth of the thousand-year-old single transmission be buried by humble chess pieces like us."

"From the moment you can't wake him up, you should understand that the so-called waiting is a hoax."

"A long, long time ago."

"There's a madman who did a game."

"Fooled a fool."

"And another fool who thinks he's crazy."

The phosphorescent light gradually merged into a silver stream, and in a soft sigh of relief, it followed Xu Anchuan's closed right eye.

"It's finally over, huh~"

"Damn it!"

"What do you understand, you madman?"

Half of the moth's body gradually completes, and its scarlet eyes are intertwined with incomprehensible and imperceptible sadness.

She stared at Xu Anchuan deadly, but disappeared into the white world after an incomprehensible smirk.

The white world continued to be empty, and only Xu Anchuan and the sound of his breathing gradually soothed remained in the vast space......

Xu Anchuan, with empty eyes, stood on the edge of darkness, and beyond that was the unpredictable abyss of shattering and collapsing. He stretched out his stiff hands, as if trying to catch something.

In a chaotic world, all kinds of noisy gibberish are trying to fight for a foothold. Countless flickering glimmers of light slowly sink into darkness, gradually being engulfed until they are completely extinguished and fall into the abyss.

Dots of phosphorus fire suddenly appeared, like white elves leaping in the dark world. The distant bells of the ancient temples in the mountains echo in the chaotic world.

"Knock~"

One after another, sonorous, clear and agitated.

The chaotic world gradually set things right, like seizing the candlelight in the night, Xu Anchuan's thoughts gradually cleared.

In the haze, he seemed to see a back.

It's not tall, but it has an inexplicable reassuring power.

He seemed to say something, but Xu Anchuan didn't really hear it. I only heard a few residual words:

"Underworld", "Road", "Detachment", "Biluo", "The Other Shore"......

When Xu Anchuan tried to moisten his dry throat and was about to speak, the man's back was as hurried as when he came, gradually fading but disappearing.

Suddenly, Xu Anchuan's heart ached, black blood flowed out of his right eye, and the world in front of him quickly darkened.

Xu Anchuan covered his eyes, the green tendons on his hands burst out, and his teeth were gritted to death.

The white world is like broken glass, and the space begins to distort in the collapse, like Van Gogh's starry sky oil painting.

"Xu He."

"I fulfilled my promise."

"You lied to me, I fooled you."

"The chess pieces cannot control the chess player's chess game."

"But I can disgust you madman with the last of my afterglow."

"Haha......"

Xu Anchuan woke up in the white package, the familiar aroma of osmanthus mixed with the smell of fishy corruption.

He rubbed his eyes, and the intact visual world seemed to tell me that everything just now was just a dream.

But Xu Anchuan understands that it is not.

Hot right eye, and a different vision!

The moth, which seemed to be dead and resting for a long time, suddenly became agitated, and many slender mouthparts shot at the spectators on the dead trees!

With the attack of the moths, Xu Anchuan was exposed to the barren mountain.

"Xu Anchuan?"

Xu Fang, who was hidden in the shadows, didn't know what mood he was in now, looking at the half-acquaintance with a stupid bird's spirit, he was worried and funny for some reason.

In front of everyone's eyes, surrounded by a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, Xu Anchuan, who had been reflected, smiled awkwardly at the red-robed monsters who obviously exuded a powerful aura on the dead trees.

"!"

"What's the situation?"

Xu Anchuan scolded the sky in his heart, but he still had to make a harmless little brother like a human.

He didn't dare not look at those weirdos, who knows if they would look away from him, those people are not good at looking at them!

However, when did his eyesight get so good, and he could see every move of those people from such a distance, even the strange totems on his robes.

Could it be that his right eye has really undergone some kind of miraculous transformation? Like the real eye in anime, the clairvoyant in mythology?

"Hee~"

With the familiar slyph, Xu Anchuan's body trembled subconsciously.

Get! I patronized those trees, but I forgot the one next to me.

The moth flapped its wings, and the huge thrust slapped Xu Anchuan into the sea of corpses and blood, and the stinking broken corpse feathers engulfed someone.

Xu Anchuan had never wished that his sense of smell was out of order, and his stomach was about to vomit to death.

"Interesting."

The one in the canopy chuckled and waved his hand to stop his men's red robes from trying to strike.

"Keep it, interesting little one."

"After all, it's better to have fresh blood food."

"Oh, aren't you dead yet?"

Looking at the Yin Wu group that suddenly broke off like the Yin River, that one seemed to be a little surprised.

The golden silk was like hair, and Zhang Ming, who was slumped and dying, suddenly stood up.

Standing in the sea of blood in the mountain of corpses, a golden thread flying in his heart was stained with blood.

"The 49th puppet line?"

"The boss finally has a golden thread."

"But, hey."

Looking at the bloodied man, Xu Fang's sunken heart once again raised hope, but it quickly fell.

At this time, even if the boss breaks through, it won't help.

Hope, where is there hope?

glanced at the little fat man who was hanging in the treetops and struggling desperately.

Xu Fang sighed, closed his eyes, and silently recovered Yuan Qi.

Golden silk harvests life, wanting to exchange for the hope of life, even if the man gradually loses his physical strength, even if life is slowly passing bit by bit.

All he saw in front of him was the sea-like, inexhaustible howl.

Accompanying him was only the newborn but on the verge of breaking the golden puppet thread in his heart.

Red-eyed, exhausted, but can only squeeze out the last remaining strength hidden in the bones and blood!

Xu Anchuan in the corpse mountain endured the nausea of fainting, and secretly looked at the outside world through the narrow line of sky.

Who doesn't want to live in this world?

"Almost, sacrificial blood food."

With the silent command, the red-eyed Yin Wu howled unwillingly and returned in groups.

Zhang Ming was still waving the golden wire mechanically, as if he had become a killing machine that had lost his mind.

"Boss!"

"Boss, wake up!"

Yang Santong, who was hanging in the treetops, shouted heartbreakingly, wanting to see the familiar person.

However, he was destined to be disappointed.

That man can't come back.

With a mutilated body and blurred flesh and blood, Zhang Ming finally fell into the siege of the corpse mountain and sea of blood. The will to persist is blurred, and the broken thread of the heart rises with the wind, and the golden light flashes slightly.

The world is silent, and time is slow.

The dead tree spectators were silent, and the few yin blacks were covered in blood, staring at the sky with wide red eyes, as if they were expecting something.

The totem on the chest of the canopy grew brighter, and the six-pointed star began to slowly rotate.

Finally, that moment came.

The clouds are gone, and the stars are receding.

The strange red moon grew bigger and clearer.

He seemed to be stuck to the sky, and all that was left of the world was the strange red moon.

The scarlet moonlight swept through everything like a flood, bringing a flood that engulfed the world!

Everything in the world seemed to exist there, and all the answers wanted flowed in the scarlet moonlight.

The red moon seems to be within reach, mysterious and eerie.

The top of the barren mountain, the top of the dead tree.

The one finally showed his face under the mist, a horrible and old face, with only five deep holes and a thin layer of bone-covered white skin.

There were no eyes in those pair of swarthy eye sockets for a long time, and only a bottomless black hole remained.

He seems to have waited for Noah's ark in the flood, for salvation from death.

I want to look up to the sky and howl feverishly, but I am afraid that this hard-won hope will be shattered.

The red-robed people on the dead trees raised their heads, their arms bent above their heads, their hands in a strange circle, through which the scarlet moonlight bathed them.

The strange black pupils on their shoulders also looked up silently, and a pair of black birds' eyes reflected a round red moon, as if they had demonic red pupils!

"Ready!"

"Sacrifice to my lord!"

Above the canopy, the one withdrew his gaze, and his cold voice was agitated with frenzied excitement.

The red-robed man jumped neatly from the dead tree, like a flock of red goshawks swooping down on its prey, silently.

Xu Anchuan in the corpse mountain couldn't believe what was happening in front of him, he didn't know what the situation was now, but the inexplicable alarm bell sounded in his heart.

The familiar checkmate chill swept through his body.

The red-robed man who exuded a rancid smell picked up Xu Anchuan and grabbed Zhang Ming in an instant. Falling under the dead tree with disdain, Xu Anchuan only felt that the bones of his whole body seemed to be shattered in an instant, the pain was incomparable, his mouth was sweet, and the next moment blood spit out.

Yang Santong in the treetops was also thrown down like garbage, his body trembled slightly, his body was bruised, and he crawled towards Zhang Ming, who didn't know life and death.

A red-robed figure paused in the shadow of the dead tree, closed his eyes and sighed softly, what should come will always come.

He did not resist in vain, and was obediently left to the three of them.

At this time, preserving any bit of strength can give you a little more ethereal hope, isn't it?

"Mrs. is so good, Erer, Brother Ercai, you are not dead?"

The little fat man's eyes flashed with joy, and he spit out words with difficulty, and the blood in his mouth kept overflowing and dripping.

Xu Fang was silent, just holding his cold forehead with one hand, and landing on Zhang Ming's chest with the other.

The Yuan Qi in his body poured out like a desperate death, and he tried to hold back the fire of life that his brothers were about to dissipate.

"No, it's not in vain."

The little fat man shook his head slightly, and his eyes gradually dimmed.

"Brother Cai, stay and stay, maybe you can still go."

"Three, boss. I'm sorry, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't be and won't"

Xu Fang choked up, his eyes were wet and red, and for the first time, he found that it was so difficult for him to even speak openly and his closest brother on weekdays.

"No, I know that if something happens to me or the boss, Brother Cai, you will choose not to leave us without hesitation."

Yang Santong shook his head slightly, word by word, red blood flowed down the corners of his mouth, and the flashing light in his eyes gradually brightened.

"Boss, I still remember a hexagram."

"The first hexagram in this life was given to you, and the hexagram said that you will live a long life and be rich. I thought it would be a good thing, until the later hexagrams didn't work. ”

"Hehe, obviously forget our fate."

"It's a pity that there is no chance."

"Boss."

Yang Santong approached Zhang Ming, the corners of his mouth raised.

Xu Fang withdrew his hand and turned his back, his eyes bloodshot.

Xu Anchuan didn't say a word, just lay on the ground, and the sharp red sand stinging pain on his face was no match for the mountains and seas of his internal organs.

They quietly looked at the group of red-robed weirdos who were almost mad not far away.

They piled up thirteen mountains of corpses with black limbs and broken feathers around the dead trees, outlining a complex and strange magic circle with fishy and sticky blood.

The thirteen red-robed figures each held a crystal skull in both hands, and bowed down to stand on the Yin Black Corpse Mountain at the corner of the formation. The giant moth was covered in a dark red curtain depicting the Burning World Tree and the Red-Eyed Hexagram Totem. Thirteen heterogeneous black-pupiled black utops soared above the huge pool of blood filled with yin black blood in the center of the circle.

The canopy of the tree is like a belated wedding celebrant. With feverish eyes, he hovered in front of the dead tree, holding half of the ordinary red scales in his hand, and muttering obscure sacrifices in his mouth.

Slowly, step by step, he stepped on the stairs of the silent black flock.

"Worship my God!"