Xiao Fengbei squatted there, and under her, the abyss was pitch black, like a quagmire, and like a mirror, reflecting Fengbei's helpless shadow.

The flood water is still pouring downward, like a waterfall on all sides.

The white carp wriggled wildly in the water, and the faces of the people let out a hungry wail.

But all the carp schools, when they fall into the pitch-black abyss, seem to fall into another dimension, only to set off a circle of ripples, and then disappear strangely.

At the foot of Fengbei, it is like a bottomless black hole, devouring everything.

Red flowers stretched out from the pitch black, connected together, twisted strangely, and wound upwards from Fengbei's feet.

Around Fengbei, it seems to be two worlds with Baili Village, which suffered from floods.

Even the torrential rain in the air fell into the air, and then it suddenly stopped, hanging in the air, and became black droplets.

It was getting darker, and even the downpour was dyed inky black.

The style of painting suddenly changes, and everything in front of me seems to have become an ink painting, like the real and the illusory, as if the fake is true.

Scold.

The "world of ink painting" is like an invisible light curtain, centered on Fengbei and spreading outward.

In an instant, in front of Zheng Xiu's eyes, the style changed completely.

He looked at his palm in shock, and with a slight wave, five slender and twisted shadows appeared on the edge of his palm, which were hazy and illusory.

The picturesque and magnificent painting style brought Zheng Xiu an inexplicable sense of coldness.

[You are about to enter the 'Changyan'. 】

[You are polluted with 'filthy soil'. 】

[Generates passive will judgment.] 】

Chang Yan?

Filthy soil?

Enduring the increasingly fierce agitation in his chest, Zheng Xiu's head was dizzy, looking at the two new terms, it was difficult to think.

With an itch on his forehead, blood-colored dice broke out of his head and turned around Zheng Xiu out of thin air, like a living thing.

[XVI. 】

[Resistance succeeds.] 】

But it's not over.

[You continue to be polluted with 'filthy soil'. 】

[Generates passive will judgment.] 】

[Four. 】

[Resistance fails.] 】

[Will minus one.] 】

[You continue to be polluted by 'filthy soil'......]

After judging again and again, Zheng Xiu's will was inexplicably polluted and had fallen below thirty.

Thin blood threads crawled into Zheng Xiu's field of vision like spider webs.

At first, it was faint, but as the will became lower and lower, the blood became more and more conspicuous.

Zheng Xiu's eyes seem to have an extra layer of "spider web" filter, and the world is very different.

Kiss~

Zheng Xiu felt more and more pain in his chest.

Broken.

"Saga Squeak—"

A terrible hiss resounded through the night.

The blood vessels in Master Zheng's chest finally burst open, but what rushed out of the explosion was not blood, but wisps of pale black breath.

The black qi surged in Zheng Xiu's chest, condensing into a rotting finch.

It's a prison farrow!

Since Zheng Xiu passively "captured" the caged finch in the doorway, except for the abnormalities on the surface of his body, Zheng Xiu had no other discomfort, but comprehended the [projection] ability, so that during these days, he brushed the trumpet in the ghost and mingled with the treasure king, which made Master Zheng gradually forget the existence of this finch.

The first time he spent the night in the village house, Zheng Xiu was twisted by the crazy Fengbei father, and the tingling pain in his chest reminded Zheng Xiu in the hang-up, Zheng Xiu felt that the finch should have the effect of reminding.

Now, the rotten finch fluttered its wings and flew high, with a terrible cry, flew up into the air, swooped down again, and disappeared on the top of Master Zheng's Heavenly Spirit Cover.

The blood vessels in the chest were still agitating, and the blood flowing in the blood vessels was no longer bright red, and the pitch-black lines followed the bloodlines, covering Zheng Xiu's whole body in an instant.

Zheng Xiu's mind returned to clarity, the dice no longer made judgments, and the four tiger teeth stretched out slightly, sharpening a few points.

There was a tingling pain in the left shoulder blade, and Zheng Xiuyi exerted himself.

Kiss~

The wings were unfolded, the bone feathers were separated, Zheng Xiushu opened the wings, and the "feathers" that fell on it were like drops of ink, drawing a shadow-like trajectory in the void.

Zheng Xiu vibrated his wings, easily detached from the flood, and hung in the air.

"What is this?"

All kinds of changes had already exceeded Master Zheng's expectations, and he even forgot that he was in the ghost for a while, and curiously manipulated the inky wings and curled up in front of him.

Reaching out and touching it, the five fingers passed through, and the inky wings turned out to be not entities.

"I'm grass, I'm with the finch... Fit? ”

A ridiculous thought instantly flashed through Zheng Xiu's mind.

The second thought was: he'll fly!

The third thought was: Am I a birdman?

With his mind racing, Zheng Xiu's eyes froze, and he looked down from the air.

Below, the red flowers were bright like blood, and thousands of blood-colored flowers were wrapped around Feng Bei's body, dragging her into the dark mirror.

Looking down from Zheng Xiu's point of view, the original shape of Baili Village has long since ceased to exist.

The red of the flowers, the white of the fish, and the black of the water constitute a colorful ink painting.

The red flowers formed huge tentacles and rolled towards Zheng Xiu in the sky.

Although the safflower was delicate, Zheng Xiu's brows jumped at this time, and a chill welled up in his heart.

[Intuition].

Dangerous!

Although Zheng Xiu didn't know why all this happened, and he didn't know what the red flower, the abyss, the Changyan, and the filthy soil were, but in the current situation, his intuition told him that it was extremely dangerous, and whether he ran fast or not, success or failure was in one move.

"Brother Zheng! You ......"

Zheng Xiu's posture is not righteous and bright, and it is even the same as the "demon" described in the legend of the picture scroll. Wang Cangyun was gnawed by the white carp in the inky black flood, and he was dying, and when he saw Zheng Xiu in such a strange state, he was even more shocked to spit out half a mouthful of blood, and the word "wrong payment" seemed to be written on his stunned face.

"Young master!"

At this time, Wang Cangyun saw Fengbei's feet, in the darkness like a quagmire, a weak hand just stretched out, and then sank again. Suddenly, Wang Cangyun exclaimed, no longer struggling, let alone whether wishful thinking was wrong on Brother Zheng, so he dragged hundreds of white carp that were like leeches adsorbed, and without hesitation, jumped and fell into the abyss!

Poof!

Wang Cangyun was covered in bloodstains and blurred flesh, roaring and falling into the "water".

Around Fengbei, there was only a faint ripple left.

More red flowers stretched out, Feng Bei raised his head, and looked blankly at the empty place on his side, under his unkempt hair, and his left eye was hollow.

She let the tentacled flowers drag her in.

Sink.

Sink.

Sink.

Feng Bei clenched his knees hard.

Zheng Xiu flew into the air.

He really realized what a "ghost" was at this moment, it was obviously just an ordinary rainstorm, but as Zheng Xiu rose into the air, the "black" was like a substance, and it was frantically squeezing Zheng Xiu.

Soon.

Zheng Xiu crashed into an invisible barrier and spun and fell back into the sky above Baili Village.

! The Covered Bullet is back!

Looking back, Zheng Xiu's scalp was tingling with shock, and the distorted, completely different painting style like an ink painting had expanded to the entire Baili Village at some point, covering Zheng Xiu's field of vision.

The night sky where he is located is covered with red flowers, which are distinct and distinct, and the painting style is very different, as if they are two worlds!

"Can't get out!"

Twenty-six families, none of them survived!

That's what happened twenty years ago!

Assuming that the strange scene unfolding in front of us is true, then twenty years ago, there were phenomena in this world that ordinary people could not understand.

It is even possible that in the Northern Barbarian Rebellion, the crazy words of the military division after returning from the battlefield are also true!

Daddy was really awesome at the time!

Why haven't I found it all these years!

Zheng Xiu was secretly annoyed, and at the same time, he was also thinking about the method of speedrunning.

The night will not fade, and there will never be a dawn.

The "Chang Yan" covered by the red flower made Zheng Xiu's heart shocked, and he couldn't imagine what would happen to his Zheng Shan's incarnation [Zheng Shan] when "Chang Yan" was spread all over here.

[Intuition]!

[Intuition]!

[Intuition]!

Every inch of skin on his body seemed to be roaring, his face covered with black tattoos became more and more evil and hideous, and ominous premonitions kept coming to Zheng Xiu's heart.

This is an unprecedented sign.

Every time he wandered before death, he never brought Master Zheng such a terrifying sense of horror.

It seems that what lies behind Chang Yan is the real "death".

[You have a hunch that once you die in Chang Yan, 'Zheng Shan' will truly die. 】

[Your intuition tells you that everything you are experiencing now seems to be related to Fengbei. 】

The vague [intuition] was finally clearly translated into words.

Looking at the words transformed by [Intuition], Zheng Xiu was stunned in mid-air, and he first looked back at the abyss.

Immediately afterwards, a miserable thought came to me:

As soon as Zheng Shan died, he was slashed by a thousand knives in the ghost these days, and he suffered in vain?

Anger, grievance, chagrin.

Master Zheng was very angry.

"I, Zheng Xiu, the richest man in the hall, how can I trade at a loss!"

Zheng Xiu shook the wings, and the ink-colored wings dragged a long shadow in mid-air, as if tearing the night sky in half.

In case of indecision, lose [Investigation] first.

[Reconnaissance Successful]!

[It seems dangerous there!] 】

？

"Eighteen Slashes of the Coiling Dragon!"

A knife slashed out, and a piece of ink-colored knife shadow was swung on the ordinary bandit knife, cutting off the rolled red flower tentacles.

Fengbei was still squatting there, motionless.

[Intuition]!

[Scouting]!

Since the mutation occurred, the dice have never returned to Zheng Xiu's eyebrows. Under Zheng Xiu's thoughts, it was constantly rotating and overclocking.

Zheng Xiu resolutely turned around and broke into "Chang Yan"!

Kiss~

After a sense of "breakthrough", Zheng Xiu's eyes suddenly became colorful and colorful. It's completely different from the world you see from the outside.

"Fengbei!"

Zheng Xiu swooped down, and the speed was so fast that the ink-colored shadow behind Zheng Xiu was like a black cloud, tearing apart the five-colored ink.

Fengbei squatted and slowly raised his head. The wind set off when Zheng Xiu's left shoulder wings flapped violently blew away the unkempt and withered yellow hair.

A pair of hollow and godless eyes, seemingly out of focus, looked at Zheng Xiu.

Zheng Xiu saw Feng Bei's right eye for the first time.

In her right eye, deep in her pupil, there was a strange pattern.

It's like two twisted words - "Ding Wei"!

"Fengbei!"

Old Man Zheng stretched out his hand towards Fengbei and grinned, his fangs sharp.

Feng Bei's dim eyes gradually added a touch of brilliance.

As if subconsciously, Feng Bei stretched out his hand and stretched out to Zheng Xiu, who was swooping down.

The next second.

She was held tightly by that big warm hand.