Ye Mingke followed Li Han and the three of them on their way home.

Jian Jiu is a careful person, and I don't know when this cold person remembered the location that Li Han and they said, and the place where the sword fell was not far from the village where Li Han and they were.

Ye Mingke can be said to have just stepped into the world, even if he had just determined a goal and thoughts in his heart, he didn't know how to implement it for a while, and just arrived at Li Han's village, so he followed Li Han and Zhugan's invitation to go to their village to live and rest temporarily.

The weeds on the mountain road are withered and yellow, and the golden leaves are falling like beautiful butterflies.

Ye Mingke stretched out his hand to catch a fallen leaf, when he left the town, the town was a new rainy season when everything was luxuriant, but when he walked to the outside world, it was late autumn with scattered grass and trees.

This was because the festivals of the two worlds were different, but he really felt like many years had passed.

Qiaoqiao's disappearance, the change of the town, the arrival of the black tide, the fall into the mortal world, the departure of Dabai, as well as the python killing on the misty sea, encountering ghosts, and the struggle to survive step by step.

There were so many things happening in a row that he was completely caught off guard by the peaceful and quiet life of the town.

But he came over anyway.

It's just that he is very tired and tired, his pace slows down unconsciously, and he feels that every step he takes is difficult, like stepping in a heavy quagmire.

Physically and mentally, extremely tired and heavy.

The bamboo pole seemed to be whispering something to him in his ear, but Ye Mingke lowered his head, feeling as if his ears were rumbling and he couldn't hear anything.

He shook his head vigorously, shook off the roars, and looked at the bamboo pole with a confused expression.

"Brother Ye, bypass that hillside and go to our village. ”

The bamboo pole also seemed to see that he didn't hear, and raised his voice and said.

Ye Mingke barely heard it this time, he nodded a little mechanically, and then buried his head and continued to walk forward with some difficulty with a few men.

His mind seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, slower and slower, and it became more and more difficult to think about things.

When he first came out of the misty sea, the uncomfortable feeling of suddenly having a lot of things around him was always there, and it became more and more intense, as if it was those things that could not be seen or touched that were blocking his progress, slowing down his thinking, and making his mind and body seem to be stuck in a quagmire.

The swamp grew wider and thicker, as if there were countless hands grasping him.

The scenery he saw in front of him also began to distort, turning into messy and colorful lines, and these distorted lines formed many patterns, as if they represented some meaning.

His sluggish perception and mind struggled to see and understand what this meant.

His body was still taking heavy steps, following Li Han and them step by step, and the few men who had just escaped death and were eager to return home did not notice the problems that had arisen with Ye Mingke in this short journey.

"Arrived, we finally returned. Bamboo Pole shouted excitedly at the sight of the familiar village ahead.

"I came back alive, I came back alive. Fang Wu trembled, his voice filled with the ecstasy of the rest of his life.

Even the most calm Li Han couldn't help but show joy on his face, he turned his head and looked back at Ye Mingke, who was always silent all the way, and said.

"Brother Ye, the village in front of us is where we are, ...... you"

But before he finished speaking, he suddenly stared blankly ahead.

Because the delicate but tough young man in front of him who had sheltered them all the way through the wind and rain suddenly fell backwards with a bang.

His body twisted and curled up on the ground, a large amount of crimson blood oozing from his body, staining the ground beneath him red in the blink of an eye.

The three men stared blankly at what was happening in front of them, and for a moment no one could react to what was happening.

Haven't they already walked out of that terrifying sea, aren't they already safe, haven't they already returned home?

Why is there death? And horror?

"Ghost, ghost is coming!"

Fang Wu's screams were like a sharp knife cutting through the silence brought by his astonishment, he turned around and stumbled to run backwards, but after running a few steps, he fell to the ground from excessive fear, struggling to get up again with his hands and feet, screaming.

"The ghost is here again, the ghost is here again!"

Li Han and the bamboo pole also involuntarily took a few steps back.

The scene of Ye Mingke's blood dripping was too similar to the scene of the demon's possession, and the shadow left by the terrifying demon was too huge for them to want to escape.

But what little sanity they had left showed them the difference.

"There was no thunder, no laughter, and no attacks on others. ”

Li Han stared at Ye Mingke's body in a pool of blood, his eyes widened, and he tried his best to keep his composure.

"Probably not a ghost!"

He waited with the bamboo pole for a while, and found that although Ye Mingke's body had been trembling slightly, as if he was in great pain, he had no other tendency to get up and attack them.

"Maybe Brother Ye is injured or sick. ”

The bamboo pole endured the fear and leaned forward a little, looking at Ye Mingke's pale and painful face, a little unbearable and worried.

"It must be a ghost, a ghost is chasing after us, and we can't run away. ”

Fang Wuli, who was crawling into the trees in the distance, poked out a blood-red eye and looked at Ye Mingkedao.

Li Han also cautiously approached, carefully observing Ye Mingke, frowning, and asked thoughtfully.

"What should I do now?"

"Survive, how to survive. That's right, kill the ghost, as long as you kill the ghost, you can continue to live. ”

Fang Wu, who had just fallen from the joy of escaping and falling into the fear of the evil ghost, stared at Ye Mingke who was motionless with blood-red eyes, and shouted frantically and hideously.

And at this time.

Li Han's trembling hand touched Ye Mingke's warm neck.

Not far away, a group of villagers armed with sticks, who were attracted by Fang Wu's terrible screams, also saw them and rushed over shouting......

......

Ye Mingke saw that the moment before he fell to the ground, his sluggish perception saw clearly what the messy lines in front of him were.

It was an extremely subtle and extremely complex symbol, and the moment he saw these symbols clearly, he felt that the lines in front of him suddenly expanded infinitely, and the extremely subtle runes also became as huge as mountains in an instant.

But these runes, which were incomparably huge in his perception, rumbled towards him, pouring into his incomparably small body.

Such a huge thing, constantly pouring into his small body, he suddenly felt that his body was almost cracking, but those runes were still pouring in.

He wanted to scream in pain, but he couldn't make any sound, he could clearly feel the runes swelling in his veins one by one, clogging in his internal organs, his body could no longer contain them, but they were still rushing in.

Tearing, swelling, twisting, burning, it was the longest nightmare of his life.

His body burned like a blazing fire for a while, and it was fiery red runes that were imprinted into his body.

The heat burned in his whole body and in his soul, and he wanted to roar, to roar, to breathe out the fire that burned his soul, to burn everything in front of him, to destroy, to destroy.

On this same night, a nameless fire fell from the sky in a small quiet village, and the villagers who were awakened by the fire frantically carried water from the river to extinguish the fire by playing gongs.

For a moment he felt as if he had been plunged into the deep mud, and the terrifying suffocation and silence made him want to go crazy, and the earthy runes swelled in his holes.

At the same moment, in his village, suddenly a deep and huge rift appeared in the ground, running from southwest to northeast, penetrating and cutting the entire village.

Those colorful and colorful runes, transparent and colorless runes, one by one, indifferently and silently, continued to pour in, not giving him any respite.

He sank into a chaotic world and the deepest pain, struggling to escape from this horrible nightmare again and again.

Sometimes, when he was half-asleep and half-awake, he opened his eyes and saw the still colorful and distorted world, and vaguely heard a noise around him.

"Kill him, he is an ominous appearance in the sea of ghosts. ”

"It's horrible, it's a monster. ”

"He must not be left in the village. ”

The cacophony of voices echoed in his tormented consciousness, and he couldn't understand the meaning of the syllables, and he was dragged back into the colorful world and endless pain by the horrible nightmare.

His remaining consciousness was sinking and floating in the sea of pain, and he only knew that he could not give up yet, that there were still things waiting for him to do, and that there were still people waiting for him.

The girl he had promised to see her after the new rain, the hand holding the chess ball tapping his head and the hearty and warm smile, the silhouette of the immobile mountain by the fire.

The silhouette turned its head, and the familiar resolute face stared at him and asked.

"Which one is you?"

I'm the one who wants to live.

He felt the chunks of pure gold flowing through his blood, blocking the circulation of his blood, and cutting through his immature internal organs and veins, which were the sensations of those dark golden runes pouring into his body.

He felt as countless seeds scrambled to sprout in his skin, seeds tearing apart his flesh, sucking his blood and flesh, and growing vigorously. It was those azure runes that were imprinted on him as they felt when they were in his flesh.

The longest nightmare has an end, just as the longest dream will eventually come to an end.

When those ice-blue runes were imprinted between his bones and blood, although it also made his blood flow slowly like a river of ice, the extreme cold also made his muddy spirit sober.

He slowly opened his eyes and saw the goose feather snow that he had never seen on a small island in all four seasons.

The snow was so crystalline, so soft white, so pure. It was a beauty he had never seen before.

And in the midst of the heavy snow, there was a girl dressed in white who raised her snow-white skirt and looked up at the snow, whirling happily and laughing clearly and happily.

"Jojo. ”

Ye Mingke looked at the girl, blurred his eyes, and muttered hoarsely with his dry lips.