readx; This laughter came from Zhao Zheng's hair, and the black gas on the top of Zhao Zheng's head was full of black gas, which was connected with the night, and it was difficult to distinguish, but Zhao Zheng could clearly feel his heaviness. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The stone is like a splendor of things.

The black air filled the night sky, stretching unscrupulously, and the sky was dark and heavy, as if it was about to be suppressed.

Zhao Zheng only felt that his breathing suddenly became difficult, and an inexplicable momentum made people feel so dull.

In a moment, a yin wind came from the ground, and something came from all directions, surging and surging, like a torrent that broke the embankment,

The newborn tide is terrifying with such a ferocity that it is terrifying.

Zhao Zheng was standing, he felt something, but he couldn't feel anything, there seemed to be some life around him, he looked around, but it was nothing but darkness or darkness.

The fire was suddenly suppressed by something, and it couldn't stand up, but it didn't go out, and he struggled, trying to break out the strength to oppress him, but he couldn't.

The whole world suddenly seemed to be controlled by a different force.

Zhao Zheng felt as if he suddenly no longer belonged to this world, the strange and indifferent momentum of this world suppressed him, making him breathe urgently, and at the slightest pressure, he would all collapse.

The black qi was overflowing above his head, spreading out, rising upward, gradually converging in the middle of the sky, as if under the weight of the heavens, and gradually condensing into an unknown form, as if it was about to give orders.

There was some life in the darkness floating in the air, devouring everywhere.

Stemless was silent, his hands loosened, his eyes closed, and two lines of blood slid down from the corners of his eyes.

He didn't open his eyes, but listened intently, and there was a great agitation hidden in the silence.

He cautiously, with a raised hand and a foot, he was walking on thin ice.

He was on guard, the restlessness hidden in the air as if suddenly it would rush out and consume him.

In the dark, Zhao Zheng felt that there was a life around him, but he couldn't see what it was, and he could hear what sound was noisy in his ears, but he couldn't hear anything.

Like a dream, people don't know if they are in a dream, or are they still living in reality?

The fire gradually subsided, as if something was weighing heavily on it, and it could not bear it, and exhausted its last strength, but in vain.

Zhao Zheng's nerves were tense, his eyes seemed to be out of order at this time, and his limbs seemed to be involuntarily, like a nightmare, trying to break free of the power that was entwining him, but he couldn't.

He didn't move, but he was sweating profusely.

A dream a long, long time ago, in the dream, there was a ghost thing wrapped around him, he screamed hard, hit hard, everything was in vain, except for consciousness, all organs were useless, but he still struggled, still struggled, with all his strength, until he screamed and woke himself up, his body was already wet with sweat, his heart was beating wildly, he was stunned, he didn't dare to sleep on the pillow for several days,

At that time, I was glad that it was just a nightmare, but today......

Is this also a dream at this moment?

But his consciousness was so clear, so intense......

He wanted to move his fingers and pinch himself to see if it hurt, but there was also some force wrapped around his body, stopping him, like a nightmare.

His fear was at its extreme, he suddenly felt as if there was someone behind him, he wanted to look back, and suddenly he felt that his eyes had gone, he couldn't find his eyes, and he forgot how to look back.

There seemed to be many people shouting behind him, but he couldn't hear anything clearly, among these many people, there was a pair of eyes staring straight at him, approaching him step by step, he couldn't see it, but he could really feel it, fear climbed up his back, behind him to show off his might, at this moment he wanted to escape, but it was difficult to move, something inexplicable was wandering around him, his body seemed to have become a burden,

He wanted so badly to get rid of this burden and run away, but his heart beat violently like never before, and he held him in and pulled him back, staring at the place, unable to move.

Someone whispered in his ear, laughed and laughed, and then there seemed to be another person, and then there seemed to be a group of people,

Rush comes and goes. Laughing casually, more and more, more and more, the sound was gradually blurred by the noise, gradually, Zhao Zheng's eyes seemed to see a big bazaar, buying and selling, people were high-headed, and people in various costumes were bustling in front of him, but all he saw were behind the people, no one was facing him, the sky was gray and gray, and he couldn't see clearly.

He thought, "Where have I been?" Where has the demon gone? Where has the stone gone?

Then he heard the sound of a drum, the sound of the drum, each knock seemed to hit his heart, making his heart pound, and when he tried to cover his abdomen, a hand of unknown one had slowly covered his abdomen, and he was so frightened that he wanted to remove the hand, and his arms were gone.

He thought, "Where is my hand?"

The sound of the drums gradually died down, and then only the mournful low sobs could be heard in his ears, I don't know whether it was a man or a woman, old or young, the cry was low, but it was terrifying, and a chill immediately spread over his arms, and he felt that his arms were still there.

The cry was not far away, it was clearly in his ears, and at last he could not tell what it was, whether it was the sound of a man, the sound of a beast.

When a person is terrified, he becomes numb and then becomes indifferent to fear.

Zhao Zheng is like this, when he is afraid and can no longer be afraid, he will not be afraid.

The cry of heartbreak was in his ears, what great calamity had struck this mourner, what unspeakable suffering was deeply told?

Then, the cry became more and more, gradually inaudible, but only saw a person kneeling deeply, long hair scattered, ragged clothes, Zhao Zheng looked at his lying back, could not tell whether it was a man or a woman, the man moved with both hands, holding a stack of burning paper in his hands, torn one by one, raised upward, the burning paper floated up, and then Huo Di somehow ignited, but the fire was small, green, not like fire, just like that, burning one by one, the green flames were scurrying everywhere, the paper ash was floating all over the world, slowly, a piece of floating paper ash touched his face, Zhao Zheng obviously felt the hot temperature。

He just wanted to get away at the moment.

His feet were rooted in the ground, and the paper-burning man was so close to him that he could almost see the man's raised hands, which were white and long, distinctly women's hands.

He wanted to see the woman's face, but the woman bowed her head deeply and did not lift her up a little, and the more he wanted to see the woman's face, the more the woman bowed her head and did not move.

The sound in her ears became noisy again, and the woman suddenly left far, far away, and the green fire gradually moved away, like a few ghost fires in the wilderness.

Zhao Zheng had a huge desire to see the woman's face clearly, but gradually the woman was out of reach.

The sound of the drums and the clamor were gone, and then many people shook before his eyes, some with children, some with baskets, some with chariots and horses, and some riding animals, all hurrying away, not knowing where they were going.

But everyone turned their backs to him, and occasionally passed by sideways, and also intentionally or unintentionally covered half of their faces, blocking them tightly.