The darkness and suffocation continued.

My soul is trapped in the body of the Dark, and it is impossible to move my little finger except to watch and be anxious.

If you want to survive, you can only rely on the dark ones themselves.

I know he's struggling, but, getting weaker.

The damp and heavy earth crushed the Dark One, and worse still, his wings, the flightless wings that were repeatedly ridiculed by the Light, were tied to death.

The light elf, in the mouth of the elf tweed, in the letter written by the fairy aunt to Xiao Kui, is such a beautiful existence, but at this moment, in the heart of this dying and struggling dark man, in the eyes of me, a bystander who accompanied the funeral, it is full of malice.

Why is this happening?

I'm more than afraid: bewilderment.

Is someone lying, or is the world foggy and unable to see the truth?

The Dark One gradually gave up the struggle, and he didn't take a breath from the mud that stuck his mouth and nose, and at this moment, the transpiration of death spread from his mouth to his chest, more and more swollen, more and more bloated, more and more bloated, and he could not find an exit, and his fate was - death.

My soul lay dormant at the door of his heart, and I could see very clearly that at the point where his life was about to disappear, a dark smoke filled his chest.

It was the air of anger and hatred.

Don't ask me how I know, I can empathize with the mind of the Dark.

All the humiliation and hurt since the memory of memory, the jealousy and hatred for the One of Light, turned into a piece of driftwood floating on the surface of the dark sea, and was clung to by the Dark One, only these hatred and bitterness can replace despair, can give the Dark One a little hope, let him grit his teeth and hold on!

Suddenly, a bean-sized light exploded in the darkness.

Then the second, then the third, and then the ......

A grayish-white bird-like thing, using its massive beak to break through the dirt that covers the Darker!

The whole bird appeared in front of me—so big! so tall and strong that it almost obscured half of the sky!

The big bird picked up the Dark One with its wings tied up with its pointed beak and began to swing its head from side to side.

The Darker has long been suffocated by the mud and delirious, and has no struggle, at the mercy of the big bird.

Luckily, with the swing of the big bird, the mud was thrown out of the dark one's nose.

The Dark One suddenly became angry, and Purple swelled his face and struggled to breathe.

Is it saved?

I'm still too naïve!

I saw the big bird shake his head and throw the dark man to the ground, and before the dark one turned over and sat up, the big bird's body sank, and stomped a pair of big claws on the dark one's body, so that the dark one's eyes rolled, and he was about to faint!

How could my soul have guessed this, and was so shocked that it almost separated from the body of the dark one!

The big bird lowered his head, grabbed the dark one again with its sharp beak, and threw him into the air as if it were a joke, and before he could hit the ground, the big bird caught the dark one again...... It's a lot of fun.

It turned out that the Dark One was dug out of the dirt by the big bird, not to save him, but to treat him as a plaything.

The dark one, who has been played with repeatedly, is dizzy and painful.

I couldn't keep my composure: from the moment I lived with this dark elf, I didn't see the dark one's harm and calculations to others, all I saw was the merciless contempt and humiliation of those who thought they were superior to him. Now, even a bird, a bird that appeared in the territory of the Light Elve, could play with him and hurt him at will, why should they do this?

The instinct to survive caused the dark man under the claws of the big bird to struggle - which angered the player.

The big bird choked the dark one, shrugged over, sprinted, roared straight into the sky, paused quietly in the air for a moment, I don't even know where my own eyes came from, and I clearly saw a sad and helpless expression on the big bird's face - well, let you go, there is no fun now.

A large bird's beak, the Darker fell from the Sky Tree like a rotten fruit that had been discarded.

I stayed in the depths of the dark one's heart, listening to the shrill wind in the dark one's ears, the speed was getting faster and faster, the air was getting hotter and hotter, and I knew that this time, I would die with the dark one, and there would be no room for survival.

Suddenly, I heard a voice, one voice that was so clear, so firm and longing, that voice was shouting, begging, word by word, I could hear it clearly:

"Listen to the gods who are in charge of all the evil spirits in this dark world, and I will give you the power of evil, so that I may destroy all the so-called truth, goodness, and beauty! Let the flower of evil bloom in my heart! Let my lips recite the incantation of evil! Let me use the cruelest revenge in this world to appease the jealousy and bitterness in my heart! Let hatred be my irresistible and invincible strength!"

I only felt that my eyes were dark (yes, my soul, although she was only a soul, there was still the possibility of "darkness in front of my eyes"), a mountain of force "blasted" me aside, I was almost squeezed out of the chest of the Dark, and I watched as a dark seed fell from the sky and fell into the heart of the Darker. That seed sprouted and bloomed instantly, and a huge dark flower suddenly bloomed all over the chest of the dark one!

Can't make out the color, but still need it?

This is how the Flower of Hell, known as the "Netherworld Path", took root in the heart of a dark person!

Listening to a long cry of "Ah-", the petals of the flower were like sharp spears, and without pity, they pierced the chest of the Darker, and the branches and vines traveled all the way, extending from the chest to one of the Darker's arms.

It's not over yet.

A huge flower trembled and rested on the wrist of the Darker, causing the big bird in the air to finally lose its curiosity and lean down and come closer.

I saw that the petals suddenly rose up, and each petal was like a sharp thin blade, slashing towards the big bird's head!

The juice flies.

I don't know if it's a flower or a big bird.

With a soft click, the big bird's head disappeared, leaving only a huge body that fell heavily to the ground. Where's its head? It's already rolling off to the side.

The flower hit the blow and quickly retreated, stumbling from the wrist of the Dark One, returning all the way back to the chest of the Dark One, stopping for a short time, burying it in the chest, and disappearing.

The Darker stood dumbfounded, the headless body of the Great Bird lying at his feet. There was still juice spurting from the severed neck, accompanied by the wheezing sound of the big bird that was not yet dead, "Whoop, whoop!" – what a torture!

But the Dark One had no intention of leaving.

He stared at the once invincible perpetrator, enjoying the joy of victory.

The dying "whirring" finally slowed down, and finally calmed down.

The big bird died. In such an unbearable way.

The Darker's heart suddenly beat faster, I don't know why, but I saw him reach out and put it on his chest, and whispered and reverently said, "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you......"

The Dark One wept, tears silently washing down his ugly cheeks.

"Take me, please take me, let me follow you, all according to your ......will," I heard him muttering in a low but fervent voice, his hand always pressed against his chest, where the Nether Flower bloomed.

I was suddenly stunned: Could this dark one be the dark spirit who planted a "Netherworld Path" on his chest before?

It can't be such a coincidence, right?

It's not surprising that this is a coincidence!

When I couldn't stop it, Kazama pulled the black flowers out of the dark elf's chest, and my eyes were dark, and when I woke up, it was the current situation, right...... Could it be that someone wants me to go through the process of how the Hellflower was planted in the chest of this dark elf?

But what does this process have to do with me?

Why do I need to know?

It's a pity that I now exist in the form of a ghost, I can't fight, I can't run, I can't get out, I can only continue to walk with the exorcism of this dark elf.

With a soft "bang", dark flowers bloomed from the dark one's chest again, and the vines wrapped around the arm, like a rope on a towing rope, pulling the dark one in a certain direction, moving forward.

This is to direct the Dark One to a certain place.

Where to go?

Suspicious, I followed the Darker through the grass.

Luckily, no more Brighteners were encountered.

The sky darkened. The grass is getting deeper. The flowers of the Nether Path always bloom in front of the Darker's wrist, pulling at him like a guiding banner, leading the Darker to more remote and deeper places.

The moon rose in the sky, and through the eyes of the dark one I saw for the first time the gray-white moonlight, like a sneering blank face, looking impatiently at this lewd, fugitive fellow—where can you go?

The Dark One's heart did not have so many waves, he just firmly and even urgently trusted the "Netherworld Path" that guided him, and moved forward without hesitation. In the darkness, only his muffled gasps could be heard.

I don't know how long I walked, but the Dark One suddenly stopped.

The bowl-sized flower that bloomed in front of the Darker's wrist died down, squirming from his wrist and down his arm into his body.

The Dark, with my soul, came to the side of a hillside.

Through his eyes, I looked around.

It is like a canyon, steep on one side and relatively gentle on the other. The steep side looks like a hillside. There was no one around, so quiet that no insects could even be heard, only the gray and cold moonlight, which sprinkled coldly on everything like a playful taste.

The Darker stood dumbfounded, his gasps subsided, but I could feel a chill rising in his heart—the chill I call "fear."

What scares him?

Is it this empty hillside?

Or is it moonshine with a murderous aura?

I am sure that we have not yet left the territory of the Light Elves.

Is there such a place in the territory of the Light Elves?

Why did the "Netherworld Path" lead the Dark One here?

I looked again through the eyes of the Darkling.

I think, I get it.

Because I saw the source of his fear.