"Humanity is slim, the fairy road is boundless, the ghost road is happy, when the door of life, the fairy road is noble, the ghost road is noble, the fairy road is noble, the fairy road is often auspicious, and the ghost road is often murderous..."

"Ghost Dao Immortal Tao Sutra" sang like a complaint, and the hoarse voice couldn't tell where it came from and who it came from. It just reverberates, turning countless ancient characters into a reckless fill, and also turning this vast universe into chaos. As far as the eye can see, all kinds of fog, without the slightest brilliance, only illusory, ethereal, gloomy, depressing...

Walking in it, I don't know where to go...

Tick...

In the silent environment, this voice seems so abrupt.

Lu Chen looked up in amazement, but there was still no more than endless haze in front of him.

After only a moment's pause, he ignored the sudden sound of water, and just continued on his way.

Why he came here, why he saw this, he didn't know, he couldn't think, he just walked in confusion, walking helplessly, he didn't even know the purpose, like a lost person on this journey.

Tick...

Another bang.

Tick...

It's a crisp sound, but I don't know how many times I've heard it.

This road seems to have no end, it's too long...

How far is it going?

There is no way to know, perhaps, that this is the path of the dead. The spirits that should escape into the underworld may have walked this path... It's just that this long road, with twists and turns, and the depression that inexplicably shrouds the heart, makes people feel sad for some reason.

And the sad song of the avenue, which stings the heart...

It's sad...

Walk slowly, walk slowly.

The surrounding fog seems to have unconsciously dispersed a little.

Lu Chen raised his head a little distractedly and looked at the thing that gradually appeared in front of him.

The old streets are empty, and the small shops around them are dilapidated...

Keep going...

The gloomy land is a desolate grave that no one cleans...

Overgrown paths...

Empty.

He walked alone, silently.

On this cold path, there was no living thing in sight, and the loneliness in the air seemed to be prepared for him alone.

Walking slowly, Lu Chen became more and more confused, and his steps became a little staggering.

Tick...

It's the sound of water again.

But why did it get so close?

Looking up godlessly, Luo Yi saw a waterhole.

In the center of the pool, a pair of jade hands are dancing, intertwined lotus arms, and the red gauze skirt hidden in the water, exudes a seductive charm.

He opened his mouth, but didn't speak, letting his voice break the silence.

The hands, still dancing, occasionally brought a splash and made that ticking sound.

Tick...

Lu Chen looked at it blankly, walked out slowly, and gently stepped into the pool.

The water in the pool is warmer than the outside.

Slowly, it submerged his feet, submerged his waist, and submerged his head.

There is no feeling of suffocation, as if wrapped in warmth.

He saw the owner of the hands.

The beautiful body danced in the pool water, but the clumps of aquatic plants blocked her appearance, and there was the looming grace.

Her long hair fluttering in the water also obscured what should have been an incomparably delicate appearance.

Step by step, step by step, keep getting closer.

Those aquatic plants are constantly floating in the pool water, and you can see what a seductive posture the pair of white jade legs are dancing...

Closer, closer...

Turning over those aquatic plants, Lu Chen finally saw her body.

Perfect body.

Filled with deadly temptations.

I still want to see it more clearly...

He reached out and brushed away her long flowing hair...

Her skin was white, paper-white.

No eyes.

There are no eyebrows.

There is also no nose and mouth.

All she had was a face......

Then, the dancing hands slowly placed on his neck and closed gently.

"Come on..."

The bewitching voice, like a fairy sound, completely destroyed the last trace of resistance in his heart. He became in a trance, as if he had seen the most perfect existence in the world.

Then, he returned to the path.

In front of me, there was still the dark but warm pool.

In the middle of the pool, the jade hands were still dancing.

Beside him, footsteps sounded slowly.

A woman wearing a red Hanfu, holding a red oil-paper umbrella in her hand, and her mouth was also painted with red lip grease, slowly walked into the pool.

He opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but he couldn't make any sound.

Lu Chen was stunned, his pupils contracted suddenly, and in a trance, there was still that miserable white face in front of him, just one face.

Faceless, faceless!

Lu Chen woke up, finally woke up, and desperately wanted to escape.

Piercing screams rang out suddenly, poignantly, hoarsely, and piercing people's eardrums.

He struggled to escape the jade hands that were pinching his neck, and then swam up desperately.

Sitting on the shore, Lu Chen looked at the waterhole behind him in horror, his heart was still beating rapidly, as if he was about to break open his chest.

And the pair of jade hands, slowly poking out of the water, are dancing again, releasing a seductive charm.

"Come on..."

The bewitching voice seemed to be close to the ear.

Boom...

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Lu Chen retreated a little in a panic, his eyes turned to the surroundings, and he could finally see this reckless and turbid world clearly. The dark clouds overhead slowly broke through a ray of morning light, and a dazzling light fell on his body.

"Humanity is slim, the fairy road is boundless, the ghost road is happy, when the door of life, the fairy road is noble, the ghost road is noble, the fairy road is noble, the fairy road is often auspicious, and the ghost road is often murderous..."

The tragic song of the Great Dao sounded again, and the wisps of gray Dao marks continued to interweave and manifest, constantly infiltrating and appearing from this illusory world, intertwining and floating. Those depressing and deep Dao marks flowed by, and the whole world gradually began to dissolve and collapse, as if everything was just outlined by this "Ghost Dao Immortal Dao Sutra".

Lu Chen looked at it in amazement, thinking that he was pretending to be a demon and was slapped to death by the middle-aged man, and he was already walking on the dark road of Huangquan.

Or, really on this path...

Otherwise, how could you see this?

He still couldn't understand where he had been, and he just watched everything in front of him slowly dissipate. The wind rises, it is cold, and it is thrown into the bone marrow, and there is only one spirit, and the eyes turn into darkness again. However, the terrible scream suddenly sounded, piercing, desperately screaming, and a miserable white palm struggled in the darkness, grabbing his trouser leg violently.

I can't hear what I shouted, but I was very unwilling and crazy...

Lu Chen's heart beat desperately again, he could feel the pulling force, desperately trying to let him go back to that illusory world.

Get back?

Cold sweat broke out on Lu Chen's body and he began to struggle. He kicked himself on the pale palm, freed himself, and swam upwards... But there is always no darkness in front of him, no light can be seen, cold, and lonely.

"Alive!"

This is the voice of the woman in the green dress.

Lu Chen can clearly tell.

"It's good to be rescued, otherwise it would really be troublesome. ”

This is the voice of the middle-aged man.

"His life abyss is really weird, and I blame me for being reckless, I didn't expect that there was such a strong ghost aura in it, not only could it not be forced, but it almost killed him. If he is really allowed to die like this, not only will he not be able to obtain the Dao weapon of the Blood Heaven Great Sage, but he may even attract the revenge of those who are good friends with him, especially..."

The sound faded away, and there was the sound of the door opening and closing.

Then what they said, Lu Chen could no longer hear it.

Fortunately... Came alive...

Lu Chen worked hard for a long time before he finally reluctantly opened his eyes, and was just about to get up, but suddenly noticed a sharp pain in his lower abdomen. Looking inward, his entire life abyss had become a mess and full of rifts. The golden characters imprinted in it floated out, blooming with golden brilliance, reflecting the entire life abyss into a brilliant appearance. However, among them, there are wisps of gray and black constantly floating, haunting between the flesh and qi, like ghosts, without a shadow and invisible.

Ghostly.

Gold letters.

Was there a collision?

Lu Chen couldn't understand why this was the case, but the injury of the life abyss was extremely real, and the hideous crack covered the entire life abyss, which was terrifying. If it is a few more serious, I am afraid that I will really lose my life and be pulled into the netherworld by the faceless ghost in the pool.

Looking back on it now, I still feel scared.

However, during this time, Lu Chen did not continue to dwell on those, he only regarded it as the disadvantages of practicing the "Ghost Dao Immortal Dao Sutra", after all, it was equivalent to walking on the edge of the netherworld, and it was not surprising that he would see those. He only calmed down as soon as possible, put his cultivation method into operation, and the golden characters gradually calmed down, returning to the abyss of life, imprinting on the abyss of life as before. And those essence blood that contained the aura of the ghost path were re-oppressed by Lu Chen, sank into the abyss of fate, occupied one side, and never collided with the golden characters again.

The blood and qi are rolling and flowing, like a vast river, covering the abyss of life. Everywhere he passed, the shackles of the abyss of life were shaking, and those cracks were slowly recovering.

It's too slow...

"It will take at least half a month to fully recover, but I don't know what time it will be. ”

Lu Chen opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of turbidity, only to feel that the pain was slightly weaker.

He looked around, and the quaint room was full of things that only his daughter's family had, and even the side of the bed had a dresser, full of all kinds of rouge gouache. The body is covered with a brightly colored brocade quilt, and there is still a faint fragrance between the noses.

"The boudoir of the woman in the green dress?"

Lu Chen's eyes turned to the tables, chairs, flowers and root carvings, and suddenly laughed.

It's a sneer, but it also contains a lot of bitterness.

Such a scene is really like when he was about to leave the mountain village, he met Ling Caiwei, although it was a little different, but it was also about the same. It's just for the sake of breaking the knife, exhausting the organs, dignity, chastity, everything is just a means to use.

So...

Is it about the same when people are sinister?

Or say that the hero is sad to pass the beauty pass, so these people always like this...

Amusing!