As the light draws closer, Fluttershy's heart becomes indescribably joyful and cheerful.

"I see the hole."

The entrance to the cave was getting closer, but the rod was gone.

They put the rod down, and a few people walked through the hole, with slender waists and light steps.

These people turned out to be women, a few women who weren't very ugly.

They came over, did not speak, stood stunned, stared at a few people carrying the sliding pole.

The man who carries the rod hands them over and Fluttershy into their hands.

They suddenly pick up Fluttershy and Wusheng up, and they hug someone else as if they were a child in their mother's arms, unspeakably gentle and without a trace of strength, as if they were holding an egg.

Mothers can hold their babies with only two hands, they hold Fluttershy with four hands, and Wusheng with six hands.

Fluttershy blinked, "What is this place?" ”

"This is the Pit of Lost Souls."

This is indeed a pit, a super big pit, everyone who is alive will see some pits more or less, whether it is big or small, they have seen some.

This is the first time Fluttershy has seen such a pit.

She had never seen such a gorgeous, exquisite pit, gorgeous and exquisite, it was not like a pit, like a palace, a mysterious and beautiful palace.

They carry Fluttershy to the stone steps, layer after layer, which is very deep, so there are many stone steps.

Fluttershy's eyes are sour, and the pit is much deeper than she sees.

This place should not be called the Lost Soul Pit, it should be called the Gorgeous Pit.

Fluttershy never dreamed that she would encounter such a pitfall, and there are probably many people who would dream of getting into it.

"This is where the little boy lives?"

"Yes."

"Doesn't the little boy live in the Valley of Lost Souls?"

"He lives everywhere, wherever he lives."

Fluttershy is secretly surprised.

What kind of man is this man, and the place where he lives is so strange.

A few women walked halfway, suddenly stopped and stopped walking, and several more women came over.

These women, like the previous women, moved gently and walked lightly, and they continued to walk down with their arms in their arms.

"Are we going to go to the little boy now?"

"Yes."

"He's down there?"

"It's not."

Fluttershy stares down in surprise as there are several more women standing at the bottom of the stone steps.

"Do you still have a long way to go?"

"Yes."

"How far do you have to go?"

"It's not far off."

"How far is it?"

"There are a few more changes."

Fluttershy is speechless because it's so far away.

She was so tired of it, she was going crazy.

The stone steps were finally finished, and the women not far away walked over slowly, holding their bodies, and slowly walked towards the corridor.

The golden words sparkled in the sun, and three words were written on the outside of the corridor,

Corridor of Lost Souls.

It's a place where she's lost her soul, and Fluttershy is so mad about it? Why such a strange name?

"This is the Lost Soul Gallery?"

"Yes."

"You don't have souls?"

Fluttershy had already asked the people in Lost Soul Valley, but she did it again, because she knew if it was the same.

"Yes, there's only one person here."

"Is it a little boy?"

"Yes, he is the only one who has a soul."

Fluttershy wants to ask where their souls are, but she doesn't, because they must be the same, and they won't say it.

"Do you want to know where our souls have gone?"

"Yes."

"We're not going to say that."

Fluttershy blinks, as if distressed.

There is no wind, the fire of the oil lamp does not shake at all, and the whole corridor looks cold, dim and quiet.

It was so quiet that only their footsteps could be heard, and the light footsteps walked slowly, not very quickly, and every step was taken carefully, as if for fear of taking every wrong step.

"Why are you walking so slowly?"

"Because this is the Lost Soul Corridor."

Fluttershy stares in amazement at the cold, hard, dark bluestone, which glows but looks eerie, and Fluttershy looks cold when she looks at it.

Passing through the oil lamps, it seems to pass through the strange and evil eyes.

"What kind of person is the little boy?"

They didn't speak, they stopped.

Not far away, several more women walked over, their figures, clothes, and even the expressions on their faces were the same.

The women walked over slowly, took their bodies, and slowly walked forward again.

Everything ahead was extremely dim and quiet, and the silence seemed to be their expressions, and the silence was unbearable to stare at.

Are they lonely here? Lonely?

Fluttershy learns from their light steps that they may not be able to sleep in the night, expecting someone else to accompany them, but the sourness in their hearts.

The promenade has come to an end.

The soft breeze is fluttering, and the soft sun is always full of a cheerful and exciting heat.

They put Fluttershy down, put Wusheng down, and stand against the wall, one standing to the side, like a guard.

"What is this place?" Fluttershy is stunned, there's no one here, why are you putting us here?

Silent without life.

"Did they put us here so we could bask in the sun?" Fluttershy collapses.

Silent without life.

"It's not." Fluttershy is lifted up by a man who looks as sluggish and lifeless as the others.

"Who are you?"

"I'm not human."

Fluttershy froze, staring at Wusheng.

Silent without life.

Why does he say he's not human? Fluttershy's head is about to explode, and it's hard to figure out how to find a place like this, a person like this.

"Then you are ......."

This is a rude response, as Fluttershy doesn't know how to ask.

"I'm the bridge man."

Fluttershy looks at the ground under the soft sun, flat and quiet, with a soft breeze and no change.

It's certainly a nice place to go.

"What do you see?"

Fluttershy blinked, "There's nothing there." ”

Fluttershy wonders why there are no green mountains and waters, at least trees and meadows, but there is nothing there.

Nothing, and sometimes terrifying.

"Can't you figure it out?" The man gently holds Fluttershy up.

Two people not far away hold him up, and Fluttershy slowly approaches him, and Fluttershy smiles at him.

Silent without life.

Fluttershy smiled wryly as she suddenly turned to the man next to her, "I just can't figure it out. ”

Her voice was strange and hard, a little angry.

"Because it's the Land of Lost Souls."

Fluttershy couldn't figure it out, she looked at it, there was nothing special or strange about the land outside, but there was no trace of grass and green water.

"Why isn't there a trace of grass here?"

"Because no matter what kind of tree it is, it will die when it comes here."

Fluttershy is silent.

She was speechless, because it was so strange that it was hard for her to believe and accept.

Hashio seemed to have seen through what she was thinking.

"Don't you believe it?"

Fluttershy nods.

She really didn't believe it, she really didn't see anything special about it.

The bridge man beckoned, and the lifeless man suddenly came over and leaned against the side.

Hashifu nodded.

The man slowly stretched out his hand.

He had two fingers left on his left hand and three on his right.

Fluttershy's eyes are filled with fear, has this person been tortured in some way? I cut off so many fingers.

She couldn't figure out why the bridge man had called this man, as if he wanted to prove something.

The man suddenly moved, his left hand suddenly grasped the fingers of his right hand, and suddenly he heard the sound of "grid".

Blood was drifting away, and his fingers were broken.

Fluttershy frozes again.

Blood was still drifting, and the twisted fingers had been thrown to the ground.

The bloody fingers suddenly became pitch black, blacker than the bottom of the pot, and the soft breeze drifted by, suddenly drifted away, and suddenly disappeared.

Fluttershy is stupid.

She blinked and stared at the bridgeman, "It's horrible. ”

Hashifu held her softly, and there was no change on her dull and energetic cheeks, as if she was too lazy to change.

The blood was still drifting, and there was no change in the man's face, let alone a trace of pain.

Fluttershy has seen people who aren't afraid of death, and she'd heard many stories about spilling blood from ponies, but they seem to be far from this one.

The man twisted his finger off, as if he didn't feel anything, the blood was drifting, and it didn't make him look strange, and he didn't even look at it, as if the finger was not his own, and the blood was not his own.

Fluttershy's heart aches as she looks at the bleeding hand.

When Hashifu suddenly faces Fluttershy, his gaze is glazed, sluggish without a trace of vitality, and without a trace of the special expression of a living person.

Fluttershy shuddered, and she didn't have any strength, but she did.

"Do you now believe that there is no grass growing on the ground in front of you?"

Fluttershy nodded, completely speechless.

Hashifu nodded, "If you don't believe me, I can try to show you again." ”

As he spoke, he suddenly looked at the man next to him and nodded.

The man suddenly stretched out his hands again, and the blood in his right hand was still drifting, and he suddenly grasped his left hand.

With a "grid", the finger was broken again.

Fluttershy closes her eyes suddenly, unable to take another look.

The man's movements were direct and simple, and his fingers were suddenly thrown out.

Blood was still drifting, and the broken fingers had fallen to the ground.

The bloody fingers suddenly became pitch black, blacker than the bottom of the pot, and the soft breeze drifted by, suddenly drifted away, and suddenly disappeared.

Hashifu suddenly confronts Fluttershy, "Do you believe it now?" ”

Fluttershy nodded slowly.

She had indeed believed, and if she didn't, the man's fingers might run out.

Fluttershy opens her eyes and looks at the hands.

The hands were stretched out again, the blood was still drifting, and his expression did not change in the slightest.