"Just go any further. ”

It was already midnight. The bright white moon hung high in the night sky, and the sky was as black as thick ink that could not be dissolved, and there was not a single star. The valley ahead was bright under the white moonlight, and the evening breeze was sharp and slow, and the weeds that grew to the knees undulated in clear waves, looking lonely and desolate. The two of them walked with long steps, their shadows overlapping and separating from time to time, like lonely ghosts.

In the second half of the night, Yu Mengsheng pushed aside a piece of weeds and suddenly murmured, "It's here." He turned his head and met a pair of bright eyes.

Yu Mengsheng wondered in his heart, did he keep staring at himself like this?

"That's it. ”

Yu Mengsheng pointed ahead, then staggered and made a way.

The terrain in front of us suddenly opened up, and on both sides came a high cold cliff, as if straight into the night, with no top in sight, glowing with cold light in the moonlight. Here, the transparent moonlight poured down like a waterfall, plating everything in a silvery-white circle.

Beneath the cliff, there is a pure white area that shines brightly, attracting people's attention. Yu Mengsheng knew that it was a white flower field that stretched for miles. The white flowers are clustered around, swaying slightly, the petals seem to absorb the essence of the moonlight, so pure white that they are almost dazzling, and the mysterious aura of holiness and coldness permeates the surroundings, like the garden of the gods.

"Isn't it beautiful. ”

Yu Mengsheng looked at the dreamlike scene in front of him, as if muttering to himself.

"I've been wondering what kind of flowers these are. ”

"This is the flower of the underworld. ”

"What?" Yu Mengsheng said in surprise.

"The Flower of the Underworld, legend has it that it is the third eye of the evil spirit. Grows in places where plague breaks out or where yin energy gathers. It grows out to spy on the world, and its petals are used in medicine to make people forget their sorrows. ”

Yu Mengsheng was slightly stunned: "How do you know?"

The response was a brief silence.

"Have you been here?"

"Let's go, don't waste time. The man in black did not answer, but said.

"Woo-woo-"

When the wind rises, the sound of incomparable sorrow echoes melodiously in the valley, ethereal and tactful, as if a lover is singing a parting song, making people cry dry tears and break their hearts.

"At night, the flowers make this flute-like sound, which sounds very sad. ”

The two of them were all silver and white, shuttling among the waist-high white flowers, and the sad songs of the flowers echoing in their ears were very dazzling. Yu Mengsheng gave birth to an illusion that was still in a dream in vain. He seemed to see the sorrow of his childhood in the swaying flowers, and she smiled so sweetly, staring at him with affection.

"That's why ..... this place is called Huayin Valley. ”

Yu Mengsheng didn't hear clearly: "What did you say?"

"Nothing. ”

A moment later.

The two of them came to the unknown sect in Huayin Valley.

"Next...... It's up to you. Yu Mengsheng consciously gave up her seat, with expectations in her eyes.

As expected, the polite and deep man broke the barrier with little effort. In front of him, the indestructible barrier to Yu Mengsheng seemed to be as fragile as a window made of paper. He just stepped forward and held out a finger, and a ripple rippled through the air, then vanished into pieces.

This is the difference between a mortal and a monk.

"Let's go. ”

The two of them glanced at each other, and by the bright moonlight, they went straight to the crumbling hanging staircase.

Yu Mengsheng walked like a fly, his heart was stirring, as if he was about to beat his chest.

I'm here to dispel my sorrows...... How have you been doing all these years, why has the smile disappeared from your face, and why has indifference clinging to your eyes? I should have known that I shouldn't have let you cultivate this damn immortal, this evil art has completely changed you! Did they specifically arrest young and beautiful women to do some terrible things, kill them when they are used up, and then destroy the corpses? Eliminate sorrows, eliminate sorrows..... I came..... I will save you.....

The two of them were like two fish in the opposite current, flowing with a stream paved with moonlight, silent, each thinking about their own thoughts.

In a hurry, the two came to a dilapidated hall. The shape of this hall is extremely simple, and Yu Mengsheng can't tell which era of building it is. There were ruins everywhere, half of the zenith was gone, and the moonlight poured in from the inky sky overhead, shining on the two of them, clear and tiny particles floating in the air, very lonely.

"How can this be like this....... Yu Mengsheng looked at this dilapidated scene in amazement, and his voice trembled slightly. Where is that evil sect gone? Why is this a scene of ruined ruins? No one responded to him in the empty and silent space, Yu Mengsheng sat on the ground dejectedly: "This ...... Where are all the people here?"

"It may be that there was a fight with other sect forces, which led to the destruction of the sect. ”

"Where is the ..... where is the sorrow?"

Yu Mengsheng muttered in his mouth, hurriedly stood up, and began to search like crazy in this dilapidated hall. The two soldiers divided into two paths, searched around the ruins in a carpet search, and finally gathered in front of a covered bridge that had been almost blocked by collapsed stone pillars, and the two looked at each other in tacit understanding and nodded.

This is the passage to the apse.

Yu Mengsheng clumsily climbed over the collapsed stone pillar, and rolled down without stepping on it. He rolled on the spot and stood up, not caring about the dust and dirt on his body, and ran forward in a hurry. The empty and long covered bridge seemed to have no end, and Yu Mengsheng felt as if she was running on a road as long as her life. He couldn't control the images in his mind, and in the end, they were all bloodied and his pupils were dilated.......

His heart began to tangle desperately.

Suddenly, a sad and sad sound echoed in front of him, Yu Mengsheng stopped, listened carefully, and he recognized it as the song of the flower of the underworld. The sound hovered over the ruins, sounding like an elegy, with a creepy feel. Ignoring so much, Yu Mengsheng ran towards the place where the singing sounded was made.

Following the ghostly sound, the two of them skirted the zigzag hall and the pool of floating corpses to another open place. It seemed to belong to the forbidden land of this unknown sect, and it was extremely empty, surrounded by huge stone statues, and towering black peaks could be seen all around.

The surface here is barren, and there is not a single flower of the underworld to be seen, so how can there be such a graceful and melodious sad song?

As the two of them stepped into the land, the white moonlight made everything very clear: there were many corpses lying in dense circles all around, mutilated, bleeding and stenching. The broken weapons were stuck horizontally on the corpses, on the ground, and on the walls, glowing with a cold light, as if telling the story of this tragic battle. The huge fissures torn by an unknown force seemed to be a wound in the earth, and the black mouth grew hideously, and let out a silent but sad wail.

When the wind blows, the sad song really rises gently with the breeze, hovering above the night sky, lingering for a long time.....

Yu Mengsheng began to tremble unconsciously.

For he could clearly see that in the moonlight, the corpses, whether they were limp or still in their former movements, were decapitated and bare, and their wounds were red and black. And above the broken neck, there were clusters of strange and bright flowers of the underworld, and the huge petals glowed with holy and hazy light, swaying with the breeze, emitting a desolate song!

That's the soul of the wronged singing!