"This is it. ”

Yu Mengsheng, who was standing in front, staggered his body and let out a bright cliff flower valley. He turned his head and glanced at Nan Ling, his eyes were calm, and he didn't say anything. Tonight is another sunny night with a silver moon hanging high, just as it was ten years ago. Yu Mengsheng felt that he was trapped in a strange circle, as if time was reincarnated, he brought a mysterious person here again, and pinned his hopes on him again, the only difference was that last time he came to save Yi Xiaowu, and this time he came to kill the demon.

What's even more different is that this time, the guy behind him took the initiative to report his name.

"I am Nanling, a traveler from the north. He smiled, very sincerely.

"Yu Mengsheng. ”

Yu Mengsheng pretended not to care.

In the past ten years, he has wandered around the Huayin Valley several times, but he has not been able to muster the courage to set foot in this place again.

First, he was too weak, and after the incident ten years ago, he felt deeply hopeless as a mortal. Second, he couldn't face his lover who was still trapped in the ruins. He was too timid, too cowardly, too guilty, and every time he thought of his eyes that were prone to dissipation and despair, he always felt shortness of breath, and the world was spinning, and this pain tormented him for ten years, and no matter how much he drank and tried to numb himself with all kinds of bestial instincts, that cold and unforgiving pain would quickly cling to his heart again after he was awake, making him manic, making him mad.

It's time to put an end to this.

"Walking through this valley of flowers of the underworld is the place I am talking about. Yu Mengsheng led him down the hill, bathed in the silver moonlight.

He seemed familiar with the place.

Nan Ling looked at Yu Mengsheng, who was in a trance, and thought secretly. Hearing the four words of the Flower of the Underworld, he asked curiously, "The Flower of the Underworld?"

"A kind of white flower that grows in the place where yin gathers, listen, they can sing. This time, it was Yu Mengsheng's turn to explain to others. An inexplicable sense of vicissitudes came to her heart, and Yu Mengsheng felt bitterness and helplessness that could not be faded. It was a pain of drowning in warm water over the head.

and the thoughts that touch the scene and hurt it.

Although the melodious and ethereal voice sounded softly in the wind, it was like a lover singing a parting song.

Nan Ling seemed to have been brought into this sad but dreamy atmosphere, scattering his eyes and being stunned.

Yu Mengsheng looked at him, and immediately understood that he was no different from himself, very different from the person ten years ago, and was a person with a story. Maybe I was also moved by the sad tune of the flower of the underworld, and remembered someone. Who is he thinking of? Is it his lover? or his parents or elders?

Under the moonlight, the two walked through this pure white flower field.

Yu Mengsheng looked up at the bright moon, and the dreamlike feeling of ten years ago reappeared: ten years ago he was very young, his blood was boiling, and he couldn't wait to rush forward, fantasizing that he would save his beloved like a hero. Ten years later, he walked silently and slowly on the original road, but his face was full of vicissitudes and his heart was sad. Ten years ago, even if he hit his head and broke the blood, he had to break through the barrier and fight into this barren land with a lonely heart, and ten years later, even if the door was wide open, the desolate weeds had clinged to the broken wall, and his stubborn back would never be seen again.

Ten years ....... ten years, he was thirteen years old when he met Yi Xiaochou, the first time he hugged her was sixteen, and the first time he kissed her was on the night she left for Huayin Valley when she was seventeen. Yu Mengsheng still remembers her tearful eyes, and the indifferent expression when she saw her again eight years later....... so many years have passed in a blink of an eye, and it has been ten years since she resolutely ran away from home to find Yi Xiaomei, and ten years may be just a moment for immortal cultivators, but this moment is enough to make the boy who was willing to fight against the whole world for love become a timid, self-degraded beggar who relies on alcohol all day long.

Time is not the greatest healer, and she is powerless to do anything about all pain.

On the contrary, time only temporarily borrows the pain, allows it to ferment, and at the right time, in the most appropriate way, to give it back in its entirety.

"How did ..... here come to be like this......."

Walking through the flower field, the two came to the entrance of the unknown sect, and the scene in front of them made Yu Mengsheng speechless.

I saw emerald green vines clinging to the gray-white cliffs and some lifelike stone statues, which were scattered very abruptly. The stone statue is also carved from a white broken wall, and after a long time, the wind and the sun have been exposed, and there are already some small cracks on it. Bright yellow stubborn wildflowers poked their heads out of the cracks and looked at the two of them curiously.

The postures of the stone statues are strange, but under closer inspection, they are all created based on a person, a chic and handsome teenager. Whether standing or standing, the posture is very vivid and vivid, as if it will come to life in the next second.

Nan Ling stepped forward to stare at the lifelike stone statue, stretched out his hand to stroke it gently, and then said to Yu Mengsheng in a low voice: "This is you." ”

Yu Mengsheng was horrified, there was no reason, after the incident ten years ago, she had no reason to remember her ......

"Oh, here you go. ”

In the wheat field under the sunset, Yu Mengsheng closed his eyes comfortably. Yi Xiaochou, who was lying next to him, suddenly sat up as if he remembered something, and handed him something with a blushing face.

The dim light of the setting sun made her round and white ears a little red, and her beautiful eyes contained infinite tenderness.

"What?" Yu Mengsheng sat up slightly.

An elaborate figurine is placed in its own hands.

It's Yu Mengsheng's appearance.

"What did you do?" asked Yu Mengsheng in surprise.

The easily melancholy face was reflected in the soft light and was more beautiful than the sunset on the horizon: "What, don't you like it?" she hid her little hand full of scars.

"Loved it...... As long as you do it, I like it. ”

Is it really her?

He trembled as he approached the moonlit statue, his eyes timid, and he stretched out his finger and tapped it gently, as if he feared that the statue would shatter, and retracted it.

"This—this can't be ....."

Yu Mengsheng choked up. He knew that the guilt that devoured the world in this second had completely drowned him. Is she still waiting for herself? Is she thinking about herself? She couldn't get her out ten years ago, shouldn't she hate herself? Ten years, even if he plucks up the courage to take a look again, he will find out this amazing news, right? She is still alive, she has not been killed by her so-called senior brother.......

"A few days ago, I went to investigate the legend of the Banshee of Huayin Valley. It is said that this banshee has two heads, one male and one female, and specializes in capturing young and handsome men and making statues. Presumably..... it's easy to get rid of sorrow. ”

Nan Ling said behind Yu Mengsheng.

"As for this sect, according to my investigation, it is said to be a sect called Netherworld, and the head of the sect is called Netherworld True Monarch, which is a small force with a little-known name. For some reason, there was a civil war in this Netherworld Gate a few years ago, and everyone died, and the Netherworld True Monarch went mad and disappeared. ”

Suddenly, memories of ten years ago flashed back to me: moonlit nights, headless corpses filled with flowers of the underworld, mad masters, and dark caves.....

Yu Mengsheng began to tremble: "It's him....... it's him....... it's he who caused the civil war in the Netherworld.....

"Who?" asked Nanling in a low voice.

"It's him, he claims to be a disciple of the Netherworld, a senior brother who dispels sorrows, his name is—"

At this moment, a distant scream of neither man nor woman interrupted the conversation between the two. Yu Mengsheng's heart beat wildly and looked at Nan Ling. Nan Ling nodded firmly at him, and then took the lead and rushed forward!

Yu Mengsheng followed, stepping on the hanging ladder that glowed in the moonlight, and headed towards the birthplace of his nightmare!

It's been ten years, and I'm back here again.

This time, it's time to put an end to the tragedy.

I'm back, and this time, it's up to me to end your suffering!