The sound of whimpering swells from the water.

It's like a pair of invisible hands that pull people out of the water.

Crash!

A lotus-like water lantern floats on the quiet dark water.

Cold smoke shrouded in, and every lamp seemed to flow from one part of the void life to the other.

In the center of the Krathong, there are people sitting, and above everyone's head, there is a candle on it, and the candles are long and short, some burning fast and some burning slowly.

Yue Buqun looked around, then touched the candle that 'grew' out of his head, and his heart sank to the bottom.

"Weird!" There is no need for Yang Buregret to remind him, Yue Buqun knows what has happened now.

In Yang Buregret's previous explanation, the subtlety belongs to the three types of subtlety, the least harmful, but the most difficult subtlety.

It is said that it is less harmful, because once the subtlety is formed, it hardly moves its territory, and rarely takes the initiative to attack and kill, they are like a unique 'natural disaster', as long as you don't take the initiative to provoke, you don't have to care about it every day.

But if you encounter it, you will be unlucky, because the ghost has no original form, and will only form a unique fantasy realm, in which you must act according to specific rules.

If you can't break the rules and find a way out, then sooner or later you will be swallowed up by this phantom realm and become a part of it.

"It turns out that the role of that two-hearted trick is transportation."

"It dragged such a trick over and put it in the main venue of the martial arts conference." Yue Buqun thought to himself.

Then he began to look around carefully, searching for available clues.

Every lamp on the water is a person.

At this time, people 'woke up' one after another, and then shouted to each other across the water.

There are also many people who find the candles growing above their heads and make panicked sounds.

"Calm down, don't panic, try to protect the candle above your head, it may be linked to our lives." Yue Buqun shouted with enough internal strength.

At the same time, a long candle above Yue Buqun's head slightly accelerated its burning, dripping a few drops of wax oil.

It's red and waxy, and it looks like sticky blood.

Soon, people also discovered that internal forces should not be used without authorization, otherwise it will accelerate the burning of candles.

The candle on each person's head seems to represent their own spirit.

Every point of consumption is a loss of life.

And the most troublesome thing is that it is consumed but cannot be replenished, even if it is completely standing still, you can only wait for everything to burn out.

As for what the result will be after the burnout, no one knows for the time being... But no one wants to try.

Some people try to move the water with their hands so that the lamp they are on is close to the other lights.

But when his hand touched the water, the bitter cold hit, and the candle above his head swayed and could be extinguished at any time.

As the flames weakened, the person also turned pale, as if he was seriously ill.

The flame is getting smaller, but the speed at which the candle burns is accelerating.

The whimpering sound continued to echo across the water.

"It's Nan Xiao!" Modi, the head of Hengshan, said.

"I haven't heard the song, but I whimpered and screamed, like crying, obviously the sound of depression and sadness." Modi continued.

He didn't use his internal force, and the sound was not far away, but Yue Buqun was quite close to him, and he happened to hear it.

"But do you want to be in tune with it?" Tang Ruiming, the head of Songshan, asked.

A Hengshan disciple said, "I'll try!" ”

After saying that, he hugged the pipa in his arms and began to try to close the note.

In the whimpering Nan Xiao voice, the timbre of the pipa was added, which was a little jerky and stiff at first, but soon became smooth and mellow.

The dark water surface also seems to have a glimmer of light.

In the light, everyone seemed to see hope.

But after a moment, the surface of the water returned to pitch black.

Under the faint light of the lamp, there was the sound of heavy breathing of people.

The Hengshan disciple who used the pipa chorus was like a fireworks that exploded for a short time, bringing a strong light on the water, and then it quickly burned out, and even the people with the lightboat sank to the bottom of the water.

"Haha, it seems... It's not a chorus! Tang Ruiming's embarrassed voice came from the end of the water.

The atmosphere became more and more quiet, and under this silence, there was a fear that had begun to become thick.

A young man who was about to run out of candles suddenly shouted in horror, "Master! Master save me! I don't want to die! I don't want to die! ”

Poof!

In the shouting of the candle, the last wisp of the candle burned completely, and the young man turned gray and white.

Then the lotus lantern swayed, as if it had been chiseled open, and sank to the bottom of the water, and the dark bottom of the water, as if there was an invisible clutche, pulled the gray boy together, and fell into the dark and bottomless water.

It seems to have flipped a switch.

Then, there were a series of 'sinking'.

The screams of sorrow, the unwilling roars, and the angry shouts and curses were all connected.

In the end, all that was left was the burnt gray, and then it sank silently to the bottom.

"Find a way! Please, everyone, think of a way! A well-known old man in the rivers and lakes, looking at the candle of his granddaughter not far away, was about to burn out, knelt on the lamp and kept kowtowing around.

"Master Fang Zheng! Master of Proof! Your Dharma is profound! You think of a way! The old man's face was full of tears, the knife was slashed on his body, and the old man in the rivers and lakes who did not frown was panicked like a lost child at this time.

Fang Zheng and other Shaolin monks could only fold their hands and chant Buddhist scriptures, intending to stabilize the same panicked mood.

"That's a hand with Mr. Huang Ming, Mr. Huang! He is also a poor man, he has been doing good deeds all his life, and he will help anyone in trouble. But he lost his son in middle age, and he lost his grandson in old age. Someone recognized the identity of the old man and couldn't help but sigh.

"You still have the kung fu to pity others, you pity yourself, pity yourself! Depending on the length of your candle, it will burn for a short time at most, and it will burn out. Some people also said mockingly.

The Sword Sect and the others happened to be around, and each glanced at the length of the candle above the other's head, and their faces were very ugly.

The old man Huang Ming wiped the old tears on his face, and then shouted to the sobbing granddaughter with internal strength: "Don't be afraid! Grandpa is coming to you, let's go together! Go to your Abba! ”

Regardless of that, he jumped and flew towards the lotus lantern where his granddaughter was.

It's just that Huang Ming's skills are worse after all, and at this time, using internal force, there is only consumption and no return of qi, and the person is in mid-air, his breath becomes turbid, and he is about to fall into the water.

A sword shadow flashed in the air, but it was Yue Buqun who made a move.

The speeding sword, dragging Huang Ming, sent him to his granddaughter's lotus lantern.

The grandfather and grandson hugged each other and cried.

At the same time, he bowed down in the direction of Yue Buqun.

"Huh! Look at their candles! I saw that the candles that were originally standing on the heads of the grandchildren actually floated up and hung on the head of the lotus lamp.

Look at the length of the candle, it is actually the length of the candle of the two combined.

Looking at the changes that have taken place in the lotus lantern that carries the two people, some people have been opened to the next level.

Looking at the surroundings, the eyes also become ambiguous, or ill-intentioned.