Silence, terrible silence, quiet, so quiet that there was no sound of even one's own inhalation. （_）

This silent world is always there, except for darkness, it is still darkness, you can't move, you can only think.

At first, although Zeng Hao was frightened and flustered, he didn't feel anything, after all, he believed that as long as he could try to contact his body, or the spiritual garden space and other things, he would be able to help him get out of this place.

But after countless experiments, Zeng Haoxian found that such a thing did not exist at all, and all he had left was thoughts.

Gradually, Zeng Hao fell asleep slowly, but after a while, he realized that the so-called falling asleep was just to stop thinking and stop the operation of his brain.

He still sees the darkness, and all he thinks of is the dark world.

Zeng Hao didn't know how long it had been, he began to feel a little bored, a little bored.

In the past, he meditated and practiced whenever he had time, although it was also a very boring life, but he enjoyed it and wished he could spend more time practicing.

Now that I can't meditate and practice now, I can't settle down, and I still feel bored when I face this darkness again.

So bored that he wanted to sleep, but it was still the same boredom if he didn't sleep.

At first, Zeng Hao's mind became empty, and he no longer thought about anything, not a word.

But soon, he felt it, and he was bored.

Think about what happened when he was a child, think about his family, think about what happened since he stepped out of Zeng's family, all the things that Zeng Hao knew, heard and watched, he thought about it again and again.

Zeng Hao thought about everything he had done, heard and seen since he could remember.

He insisted on thinking about everything, the plot, and the degree of being alive again, but when he thought again that he had stepped into Foshan and was trapped here.

This more than 100-year-old event turned out to be as short as a breath, and it seemed that it could pass in a flash.

Zeng Hao began to reminisce about the past, and when he thought about it, there were not a hundred years, but seventy or eighty years, before he could think about what he had seen, heard, and done.

You must know that Zeng Hao deliberately slowed down to think, recalling bits and pieces, even when it blew for a while, when he was flying, what he saw, the scenes slowly slowed down and changed in Zeng Hao's mind.

And I thought about it over and over again, although I don't dare to say that there are hundreds of times, but there are still dozens of times.

Could it be that I have been trapped here for thousands of years?

Zeng Hao couldn't help but think about what Liu Jing's situation was now, whether she had soared.

Li Wanting, the incense fairy, are you still waiting for your own return, if you don't think they will ascend, it will be almost a transformation.

I pity my two apprentices, who have just been accepted as registered disciples by myself, and there is no longer a master.

Zeng Hao's tragedy is now, and he even thought about the two passers-by who gave him news in Longjiao Shanfang City, imagining their future.

The people, things, and things that he can know are not enough for him to think about it anymore, and there are things and things that he has thought about countless times, but he still can't think about it enough for himself to think about it, and there is no theme.

Loneliness, loneliness, sneaked up on Zeng Hao again and again, making his already empty head collapse several times.

Formations, Zeng Hao has also read a lot of formations and other classics, and he slowly recalled all the contents in it.

I recalled the formations one by one in my head over and over again.

But soon, all the formations made Zeng Hao think about it over and over again, comprehend it over and over again, and virtual it again and again.

Zeng Hao believed that he was now qualified to be a formation master.

However, these formations were still not enough for Zeng Hao to think, as if he was thinking about a lot of things overnight, and he comprehended the formations, to the point of simulating one formation after another in his mind, so much, it was as if his thoughts overnight just thought of a person's name, so fast as a flash.

The boundless loneliness made Zeng Hao start to create formations and exercises.

It's a pity that he created one formation after another, a set of exercise cheats, but it wasn't enough for him to play time.

The evolution of the Jinjiang is a very complex issue, and it is also the thing that takes the most time.

But when he came to Zeng Hao, he became a tool to beat time, and it was not enough for him to use time, so you can imagine what kind of long and lonely world he is facing.

Gradually+ passionately, Zeng Hao felt afraid, afraid of this black world without seeing the five fingers, he was afraid of the loneliness and loneliness that would end forever.

He wanted to scream, he wanted to escape, but now he could escape there.

And now, all the things and things he can have to play time have been taken out by him, and he has thought about them over and over again.

But the loneliness lasted for a long time, and the loneliness lingered as if it were hanging over him.

He gradually understood that he used to practice alone and travel alone, and he often felt lonely and lonely.

In fact, it is not called loneliness, loneliness, just missing, or emptiness.

The real loneliness, loneliness, is that the whole world is left with only oneself, and everything is only left with the company of darkness, which is called loneliness and loneliness.

Of course, all this has to be established, thinking that there is nothing to think about in my heart, thinking of the end in my mind, and then thinking of the end from the beginning, and then when I go back, I am still at the beginning, and this loneliness is the most terrible loneliness.

And when Zeng Hao was facing the loneliness, he wanted to roar together to vent the huge loneliness that had been suppressed for countless years in his heart.

But at this time, if he could make a sound, he wouldn't feel so lonely.

Most of his loneliness comes from this silent world, without even a little sound.

Zeng Hao's slow feeling, and being so alive, it is better to die like this, maybe this is a relief.

But death is easy to say, and to do, with his current situation, it is simply impossible.

He began to slowly wonder if his previous life of more than a hundred years was just a dream, a dream that was beautiful for him, but this dream was too short.

It's no wonder that he thinks so much, he must feel more real now than before, and the boundless loneliness is like a real thing, making him feel palpable.

In the past, although there was sadness, anger, surprise, joy, satisfaction, unwillingness, and sadness, everything was like a dream, and once I woke up, everything was like a cloud of smoke, and there was no trace to be traced.

And what Zeng Hao has now is only darkness, silence, loneliness, loneliness, and the dream that he has thought about over and over again.