Time seemed to turn back suddenly, and he went back to when he was sixteen, back to before the town was deserted.

Sixteen-year-old Meng Changfeng returned to the town where he grew up with a long sword on his back. He is the youngest member of the Law Enforcement Church, tasked with getting rid of the sword demons hiding in the town, and he also returns to visit his brother after a long absence. At that time, all the tragedies had not yet had time to happen, and he still firmly believed in justice in his heart, and the person he cared about most in this world was his younger brother Changxuan, and the two were not contradictory at all at that time. He wants to behave well, get ahead, and take his younger brother to Tianjian Mountain to practice in the future and live the life of a master.

He stood at the intersection of the town, the fork on the left led to the cellar, where he would see his brother turn into a demon, and the fork on the right led to the small dwelling where he and his brother lived, and if he went there he would meet his brother who had returned to the hut after killing people, and both brothers would be very happy, and perhaps they would get together to talk about the story of his brother's cultivation on the Heavenly Sword Mountain, or find some leftover ingredients to make a pot of soup, and keep the fire quiet.

The two Meng Changxuan are real, Meng Changxuan, who is a sword ghost, and Meng Changxuan, his younger brother who trusts him and relies on him, are both real. He has a choice to make.

Xuanwen-Nightmare, no one would have guessed that Meng Changxuan would have a Xuanwen, and this kind of demon's Xuanwen turned out to be a "nightmare" that did not have attack power at all, but it was the most dangerous.

Most people in this world are ordinary people, only about 100,000 people will produce a mystery, and among all the mysteries, only one person in 100,000 people will have a mystical pattern, and nightmares are the most special kind of mystical patterns. Nightmare is a person's worst and most fearful emotion, which cannot be eliminated, it is born from the deepest fear in the heart, and it is also a certain force that people fear the most.

Nightmares are the mysterious patterns of this legendary mind control, and it is difficult for a person in the realm to extricate himself from a nightmare, even if he realizes that what he is seeing now is just a dream.

Meng Changfeng clearly knew that he was in a dream now, but he couldn't get rid of it. Because all this in front of him was too realistic, with his determination to be firm, if it was an ordinary hallucination, he could still forcibly break free, but this nightmare was an exception.

This was not only Meng Changxuan's nightmare, but also Meng Changfeng's nightmare, and the nightmare awakened their common nightmare at the same time.

In the depths of the giant pit, the two people were far away from each other, Meng Changxuan's pupils were swirling with violet-like golden patterns, and the same patterns also appeared in Meng Changfeng's pupils, he couldn't take his eyes off, he could only follow those brilliant eyes to the extreme and look into Meng Changxuan's nightmare.

He walked forward mechanically, feeling like he was walking on that rainy night many years ago.

The long grass under his feet made a "whooshing" sound in the wind, like the undulations of the sea, and the further he went, the clearer the hill-like curved roofs of the Green Curtain Town became, and the stone lions that had been carefully carved on either side of the wet road.

Meng Changfeng stood in front of the stone lions, and the rain crackled on the leaves above the lion's head, which is a tradition in the town, when it rains, the children of the town will cover the stone lions' heads with large leaves like a pampas to protect them from the rain.

After many years, everything is still as it was yesterday, although it was a hallucination caused by the Xuanwen nightmare, but he finally returned here. This is where the beginning begins between them, and it should be the place where the end between them completely. Meng Changxuan was hiding somewhere in the town waiting to kill him, right? In this illusion, Meng Changfeng's advantage no longer existed, here he and Meng Changxuan were only sixteen-year-old boys, it only depended on who had the stronger will.

He stopped in front of the stone lion, prayed silently, then raised his sword and walked towards the dimly lit town.

There are big red lanterns hanging on the side of the road. That's right, the town happened to have a New Year's festival that night, and the girls who came from outside the mountains to play were living in the town. They were supposed to carry such red lanterns around the town to laugh and pray for themselves or their loved ones, but now the lanterns were left here, and the people were gone. Other than that, no other sounds could be heard, not even the barking of dogs or the chirping of cicadas, more than ten years had passed, and this abandoned town had been well preserved in Meng Changxuan's nightmare, but there were no living beings in the town. It's forever night, it's always burning lanterns, it's always the blood-stained New Year's festival.

Meng Changfeng walked through the tall attic and walked towards the unlit building in front of him.

He didn't go to the night market for memorials, and he didn't want to go home, so he went straight to the only restaurant in town. It was the place where Xing was killed, where he had killed his brother with his own hands many years ago, and he had made the same choice when he dreamed of returning here years later.

He didn't notice that just far, far behind him, a slender figure stood beneath the red lantern, staring at his back, his eyes rolling with a violet-like golden glow. Meng Changfeng advanced, and the black shadow also followed, as if Meng Changfeng had fallen a far, far shadow.

There was a hideous, resentful look in the eyes of the dark shadow, which had been a lovely and docile face, but now it looked like a demon who had lost its teeth.

The restaurant is still the same as it was at the beginning, the lobby, the slaughterhouse, the back kitchen, and the open space where Meng Changfeng used to work for a short time, and there are rut marks on the ground, as if the guests had just finished eating here during the day and went home, and the heavy rain at night made a mess of the grass that the guys had tidied up.

Without seeing this scene with his own eyes, Meng Changfeng found it hard to believe that his younger brother remembered the past so clearly, and only in this way could he reproduce an identical green curtain town in his mind. Maybe Meng Changfeng's own memories are also at work, when he obviously projects his nightmare on Meng Changfeng, Meng Changfeng's own consciousness is also supplementing this dream to make him perfect. That's why he felt so familiar, yes, he had been repeating similar dreams for years, and it was always raining in the town of Green Curtain in his dreams.

He passed by the side of the restaurant, where the four-wheeled cart was still in its place, with heavy chains hanging from it. This is what he used to drag his younger brother to the barren mountain back then, and he didn't tell anyone except Chen Jianxian, because he didn't want to admit that his younger brother was a sword ghost.

He walked around the back kitchen and followed the path through the bamboo forest to the back of the restaurant. The restaurant was once the most luxurious building in town, with a glazed tile roof and a gleaming three-story building, but Meng Changfeng was most familiar with its deep cellar, which was full of cobwebs, mold, and clutter, but no one wanted to approach it, and it was through long hours of short-term work that it became a secret base for him and his brother. The two of them were free there, they could play as much as they wanted, they could yell as much as they wanted, and when they were tired of playing, they would pull out the cleanest mat from the pile of clutter discarded by the restaurant, lie down on the mat and begin to imagine the future. At that time, Meng Changfeng was still fantasizing about a position of power and a luxurious life, wanting to be a peerless master or a rich and powerful person, Meng Changxuan didn't care, he could go anywhere with his brother, and the place where his brother was willing to go must be good.

The wooden door full of traces of millet is the same as it was back then, but it is locked on the void, and after pushing the door, it goes down the steps step by step, turning deeper and deeper. At first, the walls were painted with white mortar, but later only the original color of the wooden walls remained.

After so many years, Meng Changxuan has not really grown up, his memories, his loneliness, and his resentment have all stayed in the very beginning.

Pushing open the creaking wooden door, he returned to the abandoned cellar, where the girls who welcomed him stood silently on either side of the passageway, dressed in gorgeous costumes and painted with bright makeup. Eyebrows are springing.

Meng Changfeng passed by these wax-sealed corpses and came to the center of the cellar. There was a heavy sandalwood tub filled with the medicinal juice used to preserve the corpse, and the smell was strong and pungent. Meng Changfeng sat down in front of the bathtub with his long sword, silently waiting for his younger brother's arrival.

Meng Changxuan used the "nightmare" to bring him into this dream, that is, to use this place as a stage, and he has been stranded in this dream for many years, waiting for Meng Changfeng's return.

Meng Changxuan laid a killing game, and he himself could be ambushed anywhere. The moment he appeared, the killing game was about to begin.

But Meng Changfeng was not nervous, he sat there quietly, his face was like water, like a piece of dead wood.

Meng Changfeng's heart now, if you use one word to describe it, it is the sea and the sky, and everything has been figured out after he met Situ Yi.

When the mood is wide and the sky is open, many things can come to my heart so lightly and naturally, and I laugh at them. He remembered that he had spent more than a month that year, using some private scripts to curry favor with the senior brother who guarded the flying sword at the outer gate, so that the senior brother could teach him how to drive the flying sword into the air. In the two days that the senior brother went to the inner gate to report, he handed over the key to the treasure house to Meng Changfeng. So on a star-sparse night, Meng Changfeng took the timid Meng Changxuan into the treasure house, Meng Changfeng struggled to push open the iron door weighing hundreds of catties, and then picked up a flying sword as tall as himself. In the night, the flying sword rose from the ground like a huge goshawk, and Meng Changxuan exclaimed, "Brother, we will fall to death!" Meng Changfeng laughed and said What do you think this is? This is the flying sword piloted by your brother! We will not fall to our deaths! We will fly to the highest place!

In retrospect, it was a very dangerous thing, and it was clear that before that he had only used the rusty iron sword, flying only half a foot in the air. After some scrambling, he finally controlled the flying sword, and glided slowly at a fixed height, with the clear sky above his head and a dense green forest below, the canopy of which was densely clustered like dark green flower balls, slowly undulating in the wind. The mountains are like giants sitting under the sky, and the flight of Edgeworth is the legendary immortal means, taking them to soar through the clouds. At that time, the world looked so beautiful and illusory, and the two brothers didn't speak for a long time, until Meng Changfeng said, "Happy birthday!"

In fact, he didn't know his birthday, but wishful thinking that he should have been born in the summer of fire. His birthday is in the summer, so his brother is also in the summer, and he wants to prepare a birthday gift for his brother, but he has no money. So he managed to learn to drive the flying sword and got the key to the flying sword. He said that when he was happy on his birthday, he felt like a hero, staring into his brother's eyes in the hope that he would show joy.

But unexpectedly, Meng Changxuan burst into tears silently, Meng Changfeng was extremely surprised and said Don't you like it? Doesn't it scare you? Meng Changxuan said, No, I like it very much, but the day I like it so much will never be there again after it has passed!

At that time, he thought that his brother was really stupid, but now that he thinks that the words of that stupid brother have miraculously come true, everyone's happiness is limited, and the best days are over, and they will not have the slightest joy from tonight onwards.

There seemed to be a god in control of destiny in the darkness, and let out a sneering soft.

Light footsteps came overhead, and it sounded like someone was quietly running to the bottom of the cellar. Meng Changfeng stood up with the hilt of his sword and turned to look at the creaking door. It sounded like Meng Changxuan was rushing with that bloody prey, rushing to this irreparable ending.

Meng Changfeng gently pressed the scabbard, and the sword Changfeng came out of the sheath by an inch. The body strengthened by the blood of the Blood Emperor is useless in the dream realm, Meng Changfeng in the dream is sixteen years old, and he is the youngest disciple of the Law Enforcement Hall, and Meng Changxuan in the dream is also sixteen years old, and he is a sword ghost who has just fallen.

The warm red liquid dripped on Meng Changfeng's tiger's mouth, as bright as a red bean. The man looked up at the roof, the lights flickered on and off, the roof was as red as blood, and large red droplets of water seeped out of the rock wall and fell like rain.

This dream began to distort, and things that transcended the rules of common sense began to appear, which showed that the controller of the nightmare was approaching, and Meng Changxuan's strong resentment was distorting this illusion. When he appeared, the space around him became as terrifying as purgatory.

"Have you been living in such a hell for so many years?" Meng Changfeng gently stroked the hilt of his sword.

He lowered his head and listened to the sound of running water, the bright red liquid slowly flowing over the soles of his shoes, as if he were standing in a pool of blood.

So Meng Changfeng didn't see it, just in the huge bath bucket behind him, the blood-red figure slowly floated up, and the corpse concocted in the medicinal juice opened its eyes. It was Meng Changxuan, who was not in the wisp, and he was holding a sharp long sword in his hand.

He walked silently in the sea of blood, with a cruel and resentful smile in his golden eyes. From the beginning, this was a killing game, no matter which path Meng Changfeng chose, the final outcome was the same. Meng Changxuan, who was attached to his brother, had already been buried in the waving of the small flag, and all that survived was the resentful sword ghost, the sword of blasphemy. The closer he got to Meng Changfeng, the happier he smiled, and his face was like a flower. He couldn't restrain himself from running vigorously, the blade of the sword bursting forward, tearing the air, and countless drops of blood were broken on the blade of the sword. His speed far exceeded the limits of what one could imagine, as the excessive speed swept up the entire space with water, creating a bloody storm behind him.

In the end, the long sword penetrated Meng Changfeng's heart completely. At the last moment, Meng Changxuan hugged his brother fiercely from behind, pressed the hilt of the sword with his chest, and pushed all the sword body in. He felt the heart wrestling on the blade of the sword and thrashing in pain, laughing wildly.

Many years ago, he also hugged Meng Changfeng like this, but it was he who was pierced in the heart. He twisted the hilt of his sword violently, feeling the spring of blood in that heart spurt out, splashing his chest warm.

Meng Changfeng stumbled forward, the blood light behind him like a waterfall. This was in the hallucination caused by the nightmare, where neither the Xuan Li nor the blood of the Blood Emperor could heal him, and in this dream he was only a sixteen-year-old boy.

For so many years, in the deepest part of his heart, he has always stayed at the age of sixteen, and the identity of the law enforcement hall master is just a bright-looking armor for him, but the armor contains the heart of an ordinary person.

But the Sword of Blasphemy was different, he was a demon that had been waiting for more than ten years, and his hatred turned into a torrent of power at this moment. He violently struck Meng Changfeng's back, his face was as hideous as a ghost, Meng Changfeng's arms and ribs were broken one after another, and Meng Changfeng, who had once condescendingly looked down on many Tianjiao, fell into the crimson stagnant water, and was ridden and beaten by the beast-like Meng Changxuan.

Someone pushed open the door of the basement, it was a girl in full makeup, it was her footsteps that attracted Meng Changfeng's attention and gave Meng Changxuan the opportunity to stab the fatal sword. The girl has a beautiful face with cinnabar at the center of her eyebrows. The sculptural girls also moved...... The girls with bright makeup and even more gorgeous looks pulled out their sharp blades from the sleeves of their costumes, and with expressionless faces, they pounced on Meng Changfeng's body like ghosts, and in an instant, Meng Changfeng was covered by all kinds of gorgeous big sleeves.

Meng Changxuan retreated step by step, and he began to take the initiative to stay away from this killing situation. There is no need for him to do it himself, his puppets will drag Meng Changfeng to death in this nightmare.

This is Meng Changxuan's nightmare, everything here can be distorted with Meng Changxuan's will. In his mind, these puppets in costumes are alive, cute and beautiful girls, and they live together in the realm of illusion, singing and dancing endlessly. He was already crazy many years ago, so he will be a peerless opera master, for him, acting is not just a performance, every performance is actually a real life and death. He cried and laughed on stage, but in fact, his heart was already scarred.

Meng Changfeng gradually stopped struggling, and was dragged by those female ghost-like puppets to the center of the cellar, those slender and beautiful arms held the knife and stabbed down and raised high, and blood springs flew in the air.

Before this bloody and tragic scene, Meng Changxuan covered his face excitedly, making a strange sound like crying and laughing.

Why he cried, he couldn't tell, it was clear that the personality of the young man in the mountains had completely died, and he couldn't feel the pain of betrayal at all. Why he laughed and he couldn't say clearly, he was a ghost who was separated from Meng Changxuan's character, and he stubbornly lived to this day for revenge, and today he succeeded in revenge, and the meaning of his existence was lost. From now on, he is just a lonely ghost displaced in this world, and even the master who brought him out has lost his life.

He screamed like a mentally disturbed patient and stumbled towards the exit. It's all over, and he's getting out of here. He wants to bury this nightmare forever in the deepest part of his heart, and in the deepest part of this dream, the puppets will kill his brother forever.

"Nightmare" is one of the most dangerous patterns, because if someone believes that he really died in the nightmare created by the nightmare, then his consciousness will also really die, and he will gradually become a cold corpse, or a shell without a soul.

Meng Changxuan killed Meng Changfeng in his heart, because in the deepest part of his heart, Meng Changfeng turned out to be such a cowardly person. He used the Blood Emperor essence blood left to him by Chen Jianxian, and drove to the giant pit of Qi Tianshan with his last disciples in a menacing manner, but without a murderous heart.

The folded stairs swirled upward, layer after layer, Meng Changxuan ran wildly, a moment ago he was a demon desperately hungry for revenge, but now he was like a scared child. The sound of blood from the daggers still ringing in his ears, and he covered his ears in horror to escape from this nightmare hell he had created.

Running and running, he stopped, and in front of him was a creaking door. His eyes widened with fear, for the sound of water rattling through the door and the terrible sound of blades entering and exiting people's bodies.

How could this be? He had clearly traveled such a long distance to reach another door, but that terrible scene was also being played out in this door, who was killing who here? Could it be that this kind of killing was being staged in every door in this world?

He stretched out his trembling hand and slowly pushed the door open, and in the moldy cobwebbed cellar, in the sandalwood tub in the middle, the blood-red water rose and fell, and the bewitching women pressed the dying man into the tub like evil spirits, and the shiny dagger rose and fell.

The young man was wearing a white robe, and his delicate and white hands were exposed to the air, and it was impossible for Meng Changxuan to mistake that hand, it was these hands that had led him through the squares of the field for so many years. He went back to the deepest part of the cellar and watched his own puppets kill his brother.

At this moment, unspeakable fear swept through his body, and he turned to flee. But he froze, and could not take a step in any way, and in front of him were two bifurcated staircases, going in four directions, up and down, left and right, each of which was the color of a log, and each staircase was zigzag.

The whole world suddenly turned into a huge labyrinth, and he stood in the deepest part of the labyrinth.