The scene in front of me overlapped with the peaceful scenery of the wind and scenery on the day when I first came, and one person and one thing did not change at all, but it was like heaven and earth, separated by the difference between life and death. Life and death are pale here, this is not the real Yin Si Yama, this is hell on earth.

Phantom Wu didn't even dare to pity them, just like for Fusheng, and emotions such as sympathy and pity seemed to be above these "lives", and they seemed shameful for no reason. She didn't even dare to be afraid, these resentful spirits were once humans, demons, or immortals, they were all alive, but the last trace of breath left in the world was completely faded, and even the color of blood was gray. She didn't dare to look at them in detail, just as she didn't dare to imagine what had happened to them.

The world is intolerable, and the yin is not accepted, so I can only stay here with resentment for a long time, waiting for the years to take away the last trace of my unwillingness, and I can no longer find a trace of what once existed.

It was only at this time that Phantom Wu truly understood the meaning of the existence of the Necronomicon Realm, which was a place to contain lonely souls and a place to dissipate hope. No matter how beautifully decorated it is, it can't hide its sadness and despair. Even if I am unwilling to hold a grudge, I can only wait here to die, I can do nothing, and no one can save me.

This is a city abandoned by the world, and a group of outcasts live in it, gathered to fend for themselves.

How ironic the existence of the Temple of Mercy seems. The Buddha couldn't help anyone, but so many people still obsessively bowed down in front of the Buddha's appearance, even if they were in the deepest part of the sea of suffering, they always longed for a chance of liberation. Even if it's fake, it's gratifying.

If the Temple of Mercy is ruled by the memories of the weeping bells, then this town of Huhuai is built by the deep desires of these resentful spirits. This is an illusion beyond reality, because these resentful spirits have long deceived themselves, and they firmly believe that they live in a paradise and that there will be no haze.

The world prefers Nan Ke Yimeng, but it's just because the truth is too cruel and terrifying. Phantom Wu is willing to give a perfect dream to the dying, and it is also for those devastated lives to add a ray of self-deception to the warmth.

Even if you can get rid of a trace of resentment, it's good. But the resentment here, I'm afraid that even if Phantom Wu uses all his strength, it can't be eliminated.

In the Temple of Mercy, what Phantom Wu felt was the "life is a moment" of Hui Ming's teachings, no matter how gorgeous the scenery was, how persistent love and hate, in the face of eternal years, it was just a moment of bubble bursting.

As for Huhuai Town, it is none other than the most miserable "Five Turbid Evil Worlds". "If hell is not empty, you will not become a Buddha, and when all sentient beings are exhausted, you will prove Bodhi", if hell is empty, what about the world? The suffering of the world will last forever, and the hell will never be extinguished.

Phantom felt that his mind was cloudy, and many mixed thoughts were intertwined. She felt that the spirits were looking at her, and the eyes that seemed numb, but were actually full of struggle, made her breathless. It was as if a pair of hands buried deep in the swamp were pulling at themselves tightly, and if they couldn't save them, they would sink with them.

She felt her hand be pinched, and the true strength instantly pulled back to her thoughts. Chang Jue turned his head slightly and glanced at her.

When she was about to be overwhelmed by the pain and treat herself as a wandering lonely soul, Changjue pulled her out of the mire. Phantom Wu exhaled a breath of turbidity, squeezed back his long hand, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

Once again, Phantom Wu sincerely rejoiced that in the turbid world, there was always someone by his side.

Phantom froze under his feet, as if he had hit someone. She subconsciously reached out and fished it, and her tentacles were cold. It was a child, one of the children who surrounded the merchant. It was a little girl with a bun, her hair was small and yellow, her small body was wrapped in a rag that could still be called a garment, and the arm that Phantom held her was no more than three fingers thick, and even if she was still alive, she could not be said to be a human being, only a skeleton.

But the little girl must not have starved to death, for her head hung at a strange angle, like a bud that had been cut off and was barely hanging on the branch. There was a black-purple strangulation mark on her neck, the flesh in the strangulation had rotted, and the white maggots were still wriggling in the carrion, and it was obvious that the little girl had been strangled to death.

Because her head was hanging down, she could only squint and raise her eyelids to look at Phantom: "Sister." The little girl's neck was strangled, her tongue was exposed, and her voice was so hoarse that she had to listen very carefully to hear it clearly.

"You're so warm. Phantom Wu seemed to hear a hint of surprise in this sentence, and the fear in his heart was drowned out by deep sorrow before he had time to surge.

Compared to this child, of course she is warm. I wonder if this little girl also had a trace of warmth when she was still alive?

Phantom Wu didn't know what to say, but his hand was grabbed fiercely. One of the little girl's hands was grasping herself, it was a very small hand, but it was covered with deep and shallow wounds, full of dirt, and it looked very old. Maybe she has done a lot of work, or she has dug hard mountain soil for a little grassroots, and I don't know how much effort these hands have made to survive, she stubbornly fought against natural disasters and desolation, but finally died in man-made disasters.

may not be able to escape death after all, but before she gives up, she has already been given up by others.

The more persistent, the more unwilling. The more unwilling, the more resentful.

"Can you give me a little help me on the head?" said the little girl.

As if there was no reason to refuse her, Phantom Wu gave her a long look, and only after getting a determined look did she say to the little girl, "Good." ”

The little girl was overjoyed when she heard this, let go of the phantom, and took a step forward with great anticipation.

Phantom Wu stretched out his hand to support the little girl's head, and even though he was prepared, he was still trembling with the breath of death in his hand.

This is not comparable to any kind of cold in the world, Phantom Wu is not afraid of cold, and is still stabbed by the coldness of death.

She gritted her teeth, trying not to rattle. The skull in his hand was unusually heavy, and Phantom Wu only felt that he was holding a large stone in his hand.

The head in his hand slanted at her with one eye, and his voice was indistinct: "Are you scared?"

Phantom wanted to nod, but it was obviously very unwise to show her timidity at this point, and she shook her head, holding back her strength to straighten her head.

This action was so tiring, if it weren't for Chang Jue firmly holding her, Phantom Wu almost sat on the ground.

The little girl's head stood tremblingly on the delicate neck, and Phantom Wu saw her face clearly, although her face was blue and gray, her eyes were bulging, and her cheeks were deep-set, but Phantom Wu could still see that this was a little girl with delicate facial features, and she should be older than she imagined, but her body was too thin, so it looked very incongruous.

"Thank you, it's been a long time since I've looked at someone with my head straight. The little girl grinned.

Changjue and Phantom Wu were both surprised, because she said that she had seen "people", and it was obvious that Phantom Wu had been discovered.

The little girl's smile grew wider, and the phantom became more and more frightened, and she felt that the next moment the two of them would be surrounded by the spirits of the whole street. Chang Jue also took her hand and pulled her behind him.

"Let's go, this is not the place for you. The little girl smiled and left without looking back, in fact she only had to shout, but she finally let them go.

Maybe she really just covets some warmth in the world, and wants to see this turbid world with her eyes.

Chang Jue breathed a sigh of relief, pulled the phantom and walked forward quickly, leaving the town of Huhuai first.

They walked out of the main street smoothly, and the stone monument at the entrance of the town was getting closer and closer in the white mist.

"Fan Xiaotan?" Chang Jue had good eyesight, and first saw the figure kneeling on the ground next to the stone tablet.

When Fan Xiaotan heard this shout, he raised his head, and there was a glimmer of brilliance in his big godless eyes: "You guys, where have you been?!"

"What's going on?"

As soon as Fan Xiaotan heard this name, there was crying in his voice: "He asked me to run first, and I stayed inside...... He asked me to wait for him here, but he didn't come out after I waited for a long time......"

Fan Xiaotan made things clear intermittently, it turned out that after Chang Jue left, the two of them quarreled, although they often quarreled, but this time they somehow quarreled fiercely. Fan Xiaotan left the Temple of Compassion directly in a fit of anger, she originally just wanted to breathe, but she walked back to the town without thinking.

After nightfall, the town frightened her, and she first ran back to the temple to tell them to leave, but the temple also changed its appearance and was in ruins.

Lin Qiyi was also entangled in the branches and vines in the temple, no matter how he chopped it, those hair-like plants and trees could always entangle him, and even if they were burned by the fire, there were new branches that were immediately mended.

"Why are you back?!" Lin Qiyi shouted, "Run!"

Fan Xiaotan understood that he must have come out to find him, and for some reason, he was a little happy, and he didn't listen to him and went directly to chop those grass and trees.

The restraint of the Necromantic Realm on their spiritual power was not fully manifested until this time, and the spiritual power of the Lin Qi Fire System had no advantage, not to mention Fan Xiaotan, who was even worse than him.

Accustomed to the long whip, she had no advantage against these soft branches, and she had no other sharp weapons in her hands, and soon her hands were wrapped in the branches, and these flexible branches formed a strong cage to strangle her to death.

In the moment of despair, the light in front of him reappeared, Lin Qiyi cut his palm, and directly used his fire blood to pull the vines, and those branches really retreated.

He pulled himself out of the way, the tearing and whistling of those resentful spirits was in her ears, and she closed her eyes and let Lin Qiyi push her out of town.

"You wait for me here, I'll go find them!" Lin Qiyi didn't wait for her to answer, and turned back to the town.

Fan Xiaotan's hands were still stained with Lin Qiyi's blood, and she only felt that her whole body was out of strength, and the dazzling blood burned her eyes.

Just when she looked back, she found that the handwriting on the stone tablet had changed, and the words "Huhuai" were like blood steaming, and part of it was wiped off, gradually revealing its true face.

Fan Xiaotan saw the inscription clearly, and sat directly on the ground as soon as his legs were weak - "Ghoul Town", this Huai Town, which protects the locust tree, but guards the ghouls everywhere.