Afternoon...

The drizzle, fluttering like a flocculent, is getting heavier and heavier.

When you look up, you can't see the sky blue, but the gray and black fog closes the clouds. The locust trees gradually thinned, and there were only a few left, and the rotten red persimmons fell from the trees and fell all over the ground. The bright red jam was so sticky and shriveled that even the rain could not wash it away, so it could only be mixed with the silt and spread into a maroon slurry, which was paved for four or five miles. The rotting animal remains were messily scattered on the red pulp, and the purple-red blood flowed from them, and the exact number could not be counted. The foul smell of rancidity is like a corpse soaked in a stinking canal, and the freshness of the rain can't completely hide it.

The end of the road that has been spreading...

"Whew!"

"Whew..."

The road became narrower and narrower, the smell of rancid persimmons became heavier and heavier, and the rotten persimmons that fell to the ground became more and more numerous until they were almost a foot deep at the end. Countless hideous corpse beasts surrounded the center of the intersection, up and down for nearly several miles, and the radius did not know how long or wide. They looked manic, but they didn't move much, as if an invisible obstacle stopped them, but they still stared at the distance on the other side of the road with a crazy gaze. Just like earlier they stared at the enemy who was about to cross the border on the other side of the road, but at this moment they changed direction, the end of the road became the end of the road, and the enemy who crossed the border also changed from the front to the back until they disappeared into the wind and rain, and the endless mosquito tide after four hours of fighting almost became rotten persimmons on the ground.

At the end of the road...

The acacia forest is over.

The corpse beasts in the front row stopped here.

One step ahead is a dim world, where there is not a single locust tree in the world, and there is no more rain and fog. Only at a glance there was no end in sight, countless coffins were at the mercy of the purple-red dirt floor, the wind howled in the dense fog in the sky, and the raindrops the size of beans continued to leak down. I don't know how many years it has been leaking, but I saw that the lid of the coffin on the ground had already been drenched and tattered, and the rainwater soaked in the coffin formed a curtain of water, which continued to overflow from the inside and then fell to the ground. Miraculously, the rainwater that landed on the ground did not naturally accumulate into a pool, but was quickly sucked into the ground by the purple-red mud.

"Wow..."

The rain is like a comb, washing away the dirt that has accumulated in the world.

What can't be washed away is because the rain itself is a corner of dirt.

The wind blows the lotus, the broad leaves swing, past the manic corpse beasts, along the endless coffins, and into this dim world with the wind and rain.

More than three miles...

"See?"

"I feel it. ”

"What does it feel?"

"It's contradictory..."

The three-foot Qingfeng was held in his hand, and the rain poured out, gathering along the blade of the sword to connect to the ground. The cold face and the black clothes were soaked by the rain, and they were even more indifferent in their despair. Jian Mei stared at the dark and turbid world ahead, and the existence of unknown things made Mo Xian extremely cautious.

In the previous battle, he barely used the slightest of his physical strength.

"Two souls, watching us. ”

"I feel the same way. ”

"There's one that's a lot like you. ”

"Uh..."

A pair of coffin boards turned over, Bai Sensen's bones were abandoned on the side of the road, and the mosquito queen lay under the coffin, dying. In the final stage of the bloody battle, its little brother was almost dead, and half of his stomach was cut off by the sharp claws of a bear corpse before he could dodge, but fortunately, Mo Xian took it back from the hands of death in time, and burst out with a speed that almost surpassed the Apocalypse Dacheng Realm, breaking through the encirclement of the corpse beasts and coming here.

The index finger that had not yet healed the wound was cut by the knife again, and Xia Xun smeared the blood on the abdomen of the mosquito queen, whether it was useful or not He didn't know, but it stands to reason that the blood in his body had been transformed by the dragon and phoenix essence blood, and it should be barely used as a medicine. As for the contradictory feeling in Mo Xian's mouth, he understood what it meant, because he had always felt the presence of things, but as he went deeper and deeper into the core of the canyon, this feeling became more pronounced, and one thing also became two.

"How?" he asked.

"The breath is similar. ”

Mo Xian sorted out his thoughts for a moment and said, "A strange and dangerous, very aggressive. A déjà vu is very familiar, just like the feeling you gave me. ”

“......”

Mo Xian's words were a little ambiguous, but it didn't prevent Xia Xun from understanding, but he didn't reply immediately.

The icy rain fell on the coffin board, and the ticking sound formed a random track, which kept echoing in people's ears. The scarlet eyes showed a dull panic, Xia Xun estimated that the mosquito queen at the moment might not be able to survive this level. It's just that after the blood smeared the mosquito's abdomen, he still tore off the strip of cloth from his underwear and bandaged the mosquito's wound seriously. A seemingly meaningless thing, being done so meticulously by Xia Xun, really makes people wonder what he is thinking.

Perhaps, that's what he said...

Good and evil are rewarded, and there can be no revenge.

"What are you thinking?" Seeing that Xia Xunliang was speechless for a long time, Mo Xian asked.

After bandaging the mosquito, Xia Xun replied lightly: "I'm wondering if that thing will belong to me." ”

"Do you feel familiar too?"

"More than familiar..."

Xia Xun tied the strip of cloth into a small slipknot, gently stroked the head behind the mosquito with his fingers, and said, "When you cut through the Qi Gathering Array of Sixiang Mountain, I felt his breath. After passing the Yin and Yang Realm, my subconscious was even more drawn in that direction. It's like... It's like there's something that belongs to me, waiting for me there, and I have to go. ”

Mo Xian didn't answer again.

Because he heard a very strange logical flaw in Xia Xun's words.

Xia Xun is indeed unusual, but he has been trapped in that terrifying village by his grandfather since he was a child, and he has never left the village for more than ten years. Since he had never been out of the village, how could he have left something in the outside world? Moreover, it was likely that he was still a conscious living being. What's more, even Mo Xian felt that déjà vu was very familiar.

This is an extremely contradictory logic.

"Sasha~"

Xia Xun stood up, covered his hands with rain to scrub away the blood on his hands, looked at Mo Xian with a slightly tired face, and said with a faint smile: "Don't think about it, let's think it's the thing that the long has calculated to turn into a catastrophe." Anyway, if you don't come, you're coming, so let's go and see?"

"It's dangerous. ”

"If the situation is not right, running is our forte. ”

“......”

"Oh~"

The dialogue ends with the sound of the sword.

The three-foot Qingfeng shook up a beautiful sword flower and returned it to its back sheath.

Mo Xian silently stepped forward, and walked silently towards the dim road ahead. He is a very cautious person, and in the current situation, he actually does not agree with Xia Xun's choice, but he does not object, and habitually uses silence to represent his recognition, which is a kind of trust that does not need words. Xia Xun knew this, scraped the bridge of his nose, looked at the mosquito queen under the coffin board guiltily, and followed Mo Xian's hind feet.

After the mosquito, she was really dying.

The shriveled body could no longer hold much blood, and even if Xia Xun bandaged it, it would only relieve the pain in its wounds, but it would not save its life. Soon after Mo Xian and Xia Xun left, the mosquito queen's body stopped trembling, and the last ray of luster in her eyes disappeared, and she died quietly. The pouring rain was blocked by the coffin, and its body could not be drenched, and the two who were far away could not see what was behind them, and of course there would be no so-called sadness, everything seemed natural and plain.

Sometimes, death doesn't seem scary, but in a higher dimension it may be another kind of rebirth, which the world calls reincarnation.

In a place where no one can see, the mosquito queen is under the abdomen covered by strips of cloth.

Xia Xun's blood followed the wound and seeped into the flesh under the skin of the mosquito queen. An embryo of a mound mosquito that has never been egged is gradually wrapped in blood, and countless silk net-like blood lines gradually spread on the fetal membranes, replacing the original meridians and blood vessels of the mosquito queen, connecting the fragile germ in the fetus...

"Sasha..."

Looking for the road in the dream, the rain falls in the flowers.

The wind and rain are sorrowful for the flowers, and the flowers should be rested before the wind and rain stop.

The road was swallowed up by darkness, and there was no end in sight to the road ahead, and the tide and fog in the sky were already dark, and even gathered into black clouds in the distance, and thunder flashed in the depths of the clouds from time to time, like a demon god warning and roaring to the intruder.

The icy rain, the rotting coffins, the nameless bones, and the purple-red dirt seemed to be all that made up this world, without a trace of life. I don't know how many years the same sound of falling rain has been circulating, but it still hasn't driven away the silence here, but has given birth to an inexplicable weirdness in the silence, like the ghosts in the purgatory of a hundred ghosts sobbing endlessly. Walking on such a lifeless road, all living consciousness will be overwhelmed by darkness with time, and you will even think that you are only a wandering spirit in it, and even fear will become boring.

The road is deep, the rain is heavy, and the steps are heavy.

The cold and chaotic atmosphere is heavy.

As you travel, the surrounding scene gradually changes.

The coffins on the ground were arranged more and more densely, and gradually there was a certain pattern, like the arrangement of some complicated formation. One zhang, half a zhang, three feet, half a foot, and finally all the coffins gradually disappeared from the gaps, one pair was tightly connected to the other. In the end, there was not even a partition wood, and thousands of coffins were all connected into one, forming a huge and flat coffin trough, which was filled with cold rainwater, and there were endless corpses!

Yes, human corpses ...

From the tenth mile onwards, the coffin was no longer Bai Sensen's bones, but a human corpse!

It was as if they had just died, naked, their rotting flesh not completely festering, but having been soaked in the rain for a long time, and had become pale and bloodless. Perhaps, in the strict sense, they can no longer be defined as human beings, but corpses, and evil people. Violent eyes were scarlet, and a pair of huge fangs were hidden in their mouths, just like corpse beasts on the road behind, and their blood could be faintly seen beneath the rotting muscles that had mutated into a purple-red, the same color as the dirt on the ground.

Spooky, infiltrating.

As far as the eye can see, until the end of the darkness, endless human corpses are in a square tank, rising and falling with the microwaves of the majestic rain.

"What's the name?"

"The great technique of feng shui vein, the name of the heavenly capital yin corpse burial method. ”

"The position and the base of the formation are extremely particular, and there are few great feng shui masters in history who can be placed, dedicated to the veins of the famous mountains and rivers, and the atmosphere of the emperor of the chaotic country, which can also be named..."

"Ten Thousand Corpses Devouring Dragons. ”

(On the first day of the Lunar New Year, I will give you a New Year's greeting, and I will give you a fortune with only a few chapters.) May you all have a great fortune in the Year of the Dog, and your wealth will be full of peach blossoms. ）