“...... You...... It's you?!!" I was convulsed, unable to move, and my voice had been out of tune.

The young man in front of him did not turn his body completely, but turned slightly sideways and stopped.

I couldn't tell if I was a man or a fish, or something else in the remnants of the bombed-out Well of Eternity—so weird enough, what could be impossible?

The "wind" in the well water swept over the young man in front of me, and his turban was torn off by me, sliding to the ground, and his thick long hair fell down. There seemed to be a pair of invisible hands hidden in the "wind", and I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but the young man's long hair was divided into two strands, loosely rolled into two braids, and leisurely put it on the young man's shoulders. As if it were not enough, the "wind" reversed course and blew head-on towards the young man, pouring it through his neckline, blowing the young man's clothes bulging. The boy leaned sideways, standing in the wind, his toes slightly tiptoed, like a lonely bird with wings ready to fly.

It's you.

It turned out to be you.

The back has appeared countless times in my dreams. In the boundless rose study room of the King of Blood, on the bookshelf that runs through the sky, in the falling picture album, every page, the back of the painting.

It completely overlapped with this back in front of me.

At your fingertips.

Call me how not to surprise the intersection!

"You...... Who are you...... Can you please ......" My voice and body trembled.

Without waiting for me to ask, the boy seemed to wake up from a frozen painting and leaned out. He turned slowly and turned his face directly at me.

"Wow!" Kazama let out a brief exclamation behind him, as if he had suddenly reached out to cover his mouth, and his voice stopped abruptly.

I looked greedily at the boy in front of me—no, a girl, to be exact—and didn't blink.

The face, still the same face, I have already seen her face just now, her bright eyes, looking directly at me unscrupulously, the tails of her eyes drooping slightly, with some innocent expression. It's just that just now it was clearly a young man with everyone's demeanor and aggressiveness, and at this moment, he looked closely, with his braids hanging down his shoulders, his complexion was fair, his eyes flashed and moving, and he was dressed in a scarlet robe, she was simply a beautiful girl with a generous bearing and a bright and beautiful object!

An inexplicable familiarity and kindness made my heart warm. There seems to be something else mixed in that feeling, excited, sad, aggrieved, annoyed?

I do not know.

I can't think about how this "back" girl could appear here, and I have a vague but strong consciousness in my heart: maybe all my doubts can be answered from her, and I can't let her disappear in front of my eyes no matter what!

The girl in the scarlet robe looked at me, her unbridled expression disappeared from her eyes, her expression was calm, but I suddenly realized: I was so close to her that I couldn't even feel her breathing!

She forgot to breathe?

Or, at the moment, she can't breathe?

I couldn't help but take a step closer to her, I don't know if it was because of her attraction to me, or if the truth was tempting me.

She looked away from my feet in a panic, where her scarlet turban lay on the ground.

I suddenly didn't know what to do: was she going to pick up her headscarf, then beckon to the black-robed masked boy, and walk away?

I couldn't help myself, stretched out my arms, and threw myself at the scarlet-robed girl, hugging her tightly.

"What are you doing?!" a low voice sounded the masked boy.

I can't care so much, if I want to leave, I will answer the doubts in my heart first.

"Who are you, why do you always appear in my dreams?What is your relationship with Wuya?Why does he repeatedly draw your back?And me," I put my mouth close to the girl's ear, and asked quickly but clearly in a series of questions, my voice lowered, "and me, what do you know about me...... Why, why am I a Witch Clan? Why can't I be a human?"

"Why can't I be a human?"

When I asked the last sentence, I was stunned.

It turns out that I never let go. It turns out that I've always been haunted that I'm a Witch Clan, not a human!

The girl was stunned for a moment, then reached out and slowly pushed me away, and her gaze, which was fixed on the ground, finally slowly turned back to my face.

She looked at me gently, as if she was overlooking the sea of stars from the sky outside the sky, with love and helplessness. But he didn't say anything.

I stared into her eyes. It was the first time I've seen her for what she really is, but I swear I found a clue in her eyes and silence.

There has never been a moment when I was so close to the truth I wanted to know!

"Please tell me!" I almost pleaded.

Someone's hand had reached into my back to pull me away.

I grabbed the girl's arm, and there was a sense of desperation to wring water out of the rock, but I knew that I couldn't let go, everyone, the railing, the boundless, the adults, the brother, and the Witch Shadow Clan's chasers, they all generously or cryptically gave me a part of the puzzle, and let me try to piece together a complete truth by myself, but I couldn't, all the time, I had doubts, I didn't understand, I only knew how to move forward, to move forward, but where I came from, where to go, why did I sleep soundly for sixteen years and didn't wake up, Why am I neither human nor blood, and why do I suddenly have a pair of dark green eyes and suddenly take on the task of reviving the Witch Shadow Clan......

I need answers!

I glared at the girl opposite, my hands clenched even tighter.

The girl shook her head, and there was a beautiful and sad look on her face, like a big bird flying over the sunset, casting the shadow of its wings on her face, like a silent swan song, there was no sound, but you could clearly feel the lingering aftersound.

I've never seen that look on anyone's face, and I won't ever be, because—as soon as my hand loosened, my palm was empty, and the girl paused before my eyes, and in an instant turned into a white bone!

Things happen so fast!

I didn't have time to react, I reached out and grabbed it, and the moment the white bone touched my finger, it turned into a pinch of fine sand and slipped down from my hand.

"Whew-" There was a strange wail behind him, not like a human, like some kind of animal. Before the sound stopped, I was knocked into the air, and the whole world became twisted and tilted in my eyes.

I saw that the black-robed and masked young man rushed straight up, reached out and grabbed it, only a hand of sand fell.

The masked boy didn't care, his body desperately stretched out, and he held the white bones tightly in his arms.

The white bones melted more and more quickly, and in the blink of an eye, only a pair of slender white bone hands remained.

The masked boy didn't dare to touch it again, but he was reluctant to throw it away, and wailed at the hand of the bones.

How so?!

My mind went blank and froze, and the whole world shrunk into a pair of bony hands, which would collapse into a cloud of dust before my eyes in an instant.

"Meiyi! Meiyi!" vaguely the voice of forgetting words or dragon rings, anxious, urging, breaking through the wall.

"Meiyi!!" the voice became sharper and sharper, this time it was Kazama calling.

I came to my senses and looked back at the voice.

I saw Forgotten Words, Dragon Ring, and Kazama, as well as the elves and Phantoms with flapping wings, who were gathering together, as if they were struggling to pull something on the ground.

"Miyi, come and help!" Kazama yelled at me, pandering at me.

I glanced at the dissolving hand of the bones, and ran towards the few of them—even though Kazama was unreliable, the anxiety in the voice of the forgotten words and the dragon ring was not fake.

Running to them, I saw that they were pulling at a corner of crimson and pulling it out—that corner was the crimson turban I had torn from the head of the scarlet girl, and was now being sucked into the ground by the ground!

Without saying a word, I reached over and grabbed the hand that I had forgotten to say.

"Be careful!" Forget to whisper in my ear, let go of his fingers, tuck the corner of the bandana into my palm, turn his palm over, cover the back of my hand, and continue to exert force.

He...... What is he doing? trusting me, thinking that I can do everything better?

"Don't get distracted! Hurry up and pull the turban out of the ground!

Be!

Although the Dragon Ring is a volcanic stone in the deep sea, thousands of years of knowledge and experience in the Dragon Clan and the Demon Clan make his decision quite weighty, and I am willing to respect it.

The turban seemed to have life, and I was clutching the corner of my hand desperately trying to break free. And most of what it sank into the ground seemed to be dragged down by a force, and the force was very great.

I couldn't help but look back at the black-robed masked boy again, I couldn't see his expression, but it seemed that he was trembling all over, and in front of him, the pair of white bone hands had melted so that only the fingertips remained, faintly flashing with a white cold light.

"Hurry up!" Elf and Phantom whispered anxiously. They seemed to know what lurked beneath the ground.

"Get up!" I grabbed the turban, and with a soft cry, pulled the whole turban out of the ground, only to see a black, human-like and insect-like thing dragged out from the other corner of the turban!

"What is this?" exclaimed Kazama in disgust.

"Dark worm!" Elf Tweed and Little Phantom said in unison, stretched out their palms, and struck each other with both palms, only to hear a soft sound of "pop", as if they had exploded slightly, and when the two hands were spread out, a wisp of dark dust drifted away, leaving only a faint black mark in the palms of the two elves.

"What is a dark bug?" Kazama asked, with a sigh of clarity.

"It's the same stubborn disease of my elven kingdom......" Xiao Ni explained.

"Stop talking nonsense! Hurry up and put the turban on the white bones!" Long Jie broke off, as if he still thought that our movements were not sharp enough, and before the words fell, before we could react, he directly cut off the turban from my hand, and with a little feet, he instantly arrived in front of the black-robed masked young man, and with a flick of his fingers, he covered the crimson turban on the white bones that had almost disappeared.

The black-robed masked young man suddenly startled, and was about to make a move, when he saw the dragon ring's body dodge away, his face was cold, and he shouted in a low voice: "Look!"

Everyone held their breath and looked closely, and the black-robed and masked boy stopped talking, staring at the crimson turban, his body gradually stretched into a bow because of nervousness.

I couldn't bear it, I reached out and patted him on the back gently, and he trembled slightly, without looking back or squeaking.

There was a movement under the turban.

No one spoke.

I heard the dragon ring exhale slowly beside me, and I knew that everything had turned.

A flower in front of me, when I looked closely, the girl in the scarlet robe reappeared in front of everyone, she had used a scarlet turban to tie up her long hair, her face was calm, her eyes were blazing, and she had a clear kingly air.

"Do you understand now?" the girl finally spoke, facing the black-robed masked young man in front of her, and said the first sentence, her voice sounded soft and atmospheric, with a sense of restrained majesty, "I am no longer me, if it weren't for this spirit gathering scarf, my soul would have been scattered long ago, but I want to see you again......"

"Why say goodbye!" the black-robed masked boy suddenly spoke, interrupting the girl and straightening his back. It's just that his voice sounded stiff and ruthless, not at all as gentle and pleading as when he chased the girl.

What a weirdo!

"That's right, at first sight, it's really in vain, you...... Nothing has changed. A smile gradually appeared on the girl's face, as if she was very disdainful, and her voice sounded clean and clean, "It makes you laugh." ”

As she spoke, she untied the deadly crimson turban that was holding her hair, as she said herself, "Gathering Spirit Scarf."