Ling Xun turned around, and his terrifying gaze fell on the woman behind him.

I saw that the woman was dressed in bright red, as if stained with blood, and she could smell the smell of blood from a long distance.

Ling Xun couldn't help but take a few steps back again and again, until his back touched the cold rock.

"Who are you!" His voice trembled uncontrollably, but his face forcibly disguised a calm appearance.

The woman's bright red lips grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, and she walked over and saluted Ling Xun Yingying.

The crisp voice was smiling: "Slave A Nuan, I am here to greet Your Majesty." ”

"Your Majesty?" Ling Xun looked at her in confusion, she came to this ghost place inexplicably, and inexplicably saw this woman with strange behavior, she even called him Your Majesty!

"Yes, you are the king of our ghost world." Ah Nuan still looked smiling, as if a mask was fixed on her beautiful face.

"You must be mistaken, I'm not a king, I'm just an ordinary person, where is the exit, I want to leave!" Ling Xun panicked and wanted to escape, everything here was eerie and weird, making the hairs on his body stand up.

The desert is vast, there is no border in sight, only endless darkness.

A laugh like a silver bell came from behind him.

"Your Majesty, you can't escape."

A soft female voice sounded slowly, and then fell suddenly.

As soon as her voice fell, countless hands suddenly stretched out from the ground, and the flesh and skin of these hands had rotted, leaving only one section of white bones left.

With every inch of the ground Ling Xun stepped on, all the bone claws surged towards him, as if to pull him into the endless abyss.

The cold wind blew across his cheeks, like a sharp knife scraping through his skin, and bursts of sharp pain came from his face, but Ling Xun didn't dare to stop, once he stopped, it was an abyss from which he could never recover.

Blood oozed from under the torn skin, falling to the ground drop by drop, the smell of blood made the surrounding spirits agitated, the godless eyes rolled around, they turned their heads slowly, and their pale faces looked in the direction where Ling Xun was.

Eventually, all the geists rushed to him, looking crazy.

Seeing this, Ling Xun was discouraged in his heart, and he knew that he was in a catastrophe.

……

Few people in the Three Realms and Kyushu know that in the depths of the southernmost valley of the Jue Hill Mountains between the Monkey Prefecture and the Pugao Prefecture, there is a parallel space, which is similar to the dwarven tribe, and within the scope of Kyushu, it is a completely independent world that is not governed by any power.

Here, it is the Beilan Snow Region.

More than 2,000 years ago, after the establishment of the Three Realms and Kyushu, all kinds of clans and forces fought against each other in order to compete for the territory and resources of the new world.

It was the darkest time before dawn.

There is no order, no power, there is only the smoke of war and gunpowder.

Many of these peace-loving people, who could not bear the distractions of war, gradually became disillusioned with the world, and in order to avoid all this, to create their own paradise, these people united to create a new world, that is, a space parallel to this world.

They took their relatives and went to that Anyuan Paradise, and named the Anyuan Paradise Beilan Snow Region.

After they left, the entrance to the Beilan Snow Region was closed, and it was isolated from the world for a thousand years.

With the passage of time, people who know the existence of Beilan Snow Land have passed away one after another, and to this day, there are very few people in the world who still know about Beilan Snow Land.

(End of chapter)