This time, Twig walked a few steps to the door of the third room, which was different from the previous two, and the dark door was engraved with a charm. Xiaozhi was about to take a closer look, and suddenly felt that his body was light, and he was actually sucked into the door.

Isn't it said that it's hard to get into?

Xiaozhi glanced at the door behind him and muttered to himself.

There is an antique plain gauze screen in the room, and there are many shadows behind the screen, and it is impossible to see what it is. Hundreds of fireflies the size of small bowls surrounded the screen, undulating and floating in mid-air, like lighting a small lantern, Xiaozhi thought to himself, this should be the soul of the hall master level figures of the past dynasties.

The twig carefully passed through the floating fireflies, and the closer he got to the screen, the more frightened he became, for the shadow behind the screen became clearer and clearer, as if a person was standing.

Xiaozhi walked forward hard, what the hell is it in the middle of the day?

Xiaozhi tried to break the calm and said, "Please, may I ask, who are you?"

"The younger generation broke in rashly, and I ask for forgiveness. ”

"If you're not happy, junior, junior, junior, let's go. ”

......

The man behind the screen did not move, nor did he answer, and the twig stood still, neither advancing nor retreating.

That's it, that's it, it's all here, it's the demons and monsters, and we have to see what happens.

Xiaozhi took a deep breath, clenched her palm, her nails were embedded in the red beans in her palm, and at such a tense moment, she actually remembered Lu Qi.

Standing in front of the screen, just a few more steps, you can see the person behind the screen, just at this moment, a firefly floated to her shoulder, the twig didn't have time to dodge, but the firefly suddenly exploded silently, splashing in all directions, and then, the fireflies in the whole room, like ignited fireworks, all exploded, instantly filled the room with brilliance, and then disappeared.

Twig's eyes widened, and he blinked again, plunging the room into darkness.

The darkness is always terrifying, especially when there is a scalp-tingling thing hidden in the darkness.

Xiao Zhi's fingers kept picking at the red beans in his palm to relieve the tension, but suddenly found that there seemed to be a few glimmers of light between his fingers.

Xiaozhi hurriedly opened her hand, and sure enough, the red bean, like that night, was flowing with a beautiful light in her palm, just like a small night pearl in her palm. This faint light, in this darkness, gave her infinite courage.

Xiao Zhi borrowed the faint light of his palm and found that the screen in front of him was gone, and he took a few steps forward, but he was relieved, it turned out that the person behind the screen just now was just a person in the painting hanging on the ground.

The light is dim, Xiaozhi tries to stretch his palm in front of the painting, the person in the painting is about six feet tall, the figure is long, and the body should be a man, Xiaozhi raises his arm and looks at the face of the person in the painting.

In the haze, a pair of smiling eyes came into view first, and before he could see the whole picture, Xiaozhi's head was empty and he fainted.

......

The twig was awakened by the cold, and when he opened his eyes, he found himself lying in the ice and snow, the sky and the earth were vast, and the snowflakes were falling silently.

Not far away stood a tall man, standing with his back to her, his black hair pouring down on his snow-white robe like a waterfall, standing in the pure white snow, his back slightly lonely.

Twig struggled to his feet, patted the snow off his body, and staggered towards the man.

But when the twig was only two paces away from him, the man suddenly walked forward, ignoring her.

Xiaozhi hurriedly shouted, "Hey, who are you? What is this place?"

The man's feet did not stop, and he walked away into the white world without squinting.

Xiao Zhi looked around, except for the snow in the sky and the snow on the earth, the only living creatures in this heaven and earth were himself and the man in white.

I didn't think much about it at the moment, and hurried to follow the man.

The snow was heavy, wet and cold, and the twigs shivered from the cold, and they followed the man one foot deep and one foot shallow. No matter how much she pursued, the man was always ahead of her, never looking back, not speaking.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, when Xiaozhi felt that he was about to hallucinate from the cold, the man in white finally stopped.

Twig was bent on seeing the man's appearance, and although she was exhausted, she still managed to run a few steps forward, but no matter how she walked or ran, the man always stood a few steps ahead of her. It's like going to the second floor of the library for the first time, no matter how she goes, she can't get to the third room.

......

Twig finally lay down on the snow, panting heavily, no matter who he loves!

Twig looked at the snowflakes flying in the sky and didn't want to move.

It's just that before the twigs can rest, the pure white snowflakes suddenly turned blood-red, and the blood was overwhelming.

The twig screamed, and a skeleton rose from the ground, and the snow had turned into a river of blood. I saw that the white clothes on the man's body also turned blood red, as if he had been fished out of a sea of blood.

It must be another hallucination, wake up quickly, Xiaozhi pinched his arm, just hoping that this was a dream, and it would be okay to wake up soon.

But his arms were swollen, and the river of blood in front of him did not disappear.

Xiao Zhi covered his mouth and nose with his sleeves, and dodged the blood rain that fell on his head and face, but in this vast world, where can he hide, after a while, Xiao Zhi became a bloody man.

The strong smell of blood made her almost vomit the rabbit meat she ate at noon.

I've read ten rows of bookshelves of ancient books, and you're going to show me this?

Twigs want to cry without tears.

The man was drenched in blood and began to walk on again......

Twig gritted his teeth, dragged his blood-soaked shoes and socks, and buried his head in follow......

Until they walked into a battlefield.

Countless gods and demons, countless monsters, and countless ghosts, they fought from the earth to the sky, and from the sky to the earth, spells were frequent, magic weapons flew wildly, ghosts cried and howled, and chaos was unbearable. Blood and severed arms and stumps continued to fall from the sky, and the entire battlefield was full of corpses and rivers of blood, like purgatory.

Xiaozhi froze in place, her eyes wide open, her whole body was like falling into an ice cave, trembling incessantly, and she let the blood rain splash her face. This incomparably tragic scene has never appeared even in the most terrifying nightmares.

She saw a woman in red, cloaked and disheveled, running through the battlefield, as if looking for something, she was calling, she was crying, but it was too far away for Xiaozhi to hear what she was shouting. But the woman's grief and pain, she seemed to be able to empathize, only felt that her heart was about to suffocate.

It was the woman in the painting, and Twig remembered her appearance.

Xiaozhi wanted to run to the woman's side immediately and help her find her, but her feet seemed to be trapped in this river of blood by some magic, and she couldn't take a single step.

Twigs could only watch her helpless and miserable in hell, watch her fall and cry on the ground, and watch her struggle to get up and continue searching.

It wasn't until Twig saw a sharp spear piercing the chest of the man who had brought her here, that the whole world spun around and she finally lost consciousness again.