The tunnel is deep and dark, and it is empty and windy, "pop" and "pop", this is Qin Fan carrying Fuling on his back and moving forward step by step.

Fu Ling had never felt so relieved, leaning on Qin Fan's warm and generous back, she only felt a tidal wave of exhaustion coming, she had not slept all night, once there was nothing to concentrate on, the tired person would always be occupied and swallowed by sleep.

Smelling the faint aroma of this young man's body, she didn't understand why there was such a smell on a man's body, but she didn't hate it, it smelled better than the best incense in Zhongzhou, like the smell of nature, which made people feel relaxed and reassured, as if she had let go of everything, but there was something special about it, she didn't understand, she just felt a burst of peace of mind and tidal exhaustion.

A coarse cloth shirt has long been rendered with blood, and the clothes are ragged. Occasionally looking back at the sleeping girl on his back, he just felt the warmth of his heart, he never thought that he could be so close to this woman, so that he could see the woman's dark eyelashes clearly.

Step by step, the tunnel under the deep and empty sand sea is like an entrance to another world. The unknown is always frightening, but at this moment he didn't have any panic or fear, just occasionally looked at the woman's delicate face, as if he would be full of confidence, no matter what was in front of him, he could step on it.

It's just that how can this weird and empty sea of sand be so simple?

"Tick" "Tick" is like a drop of water falling from the eaves of the corner after the rain, Qin Fan's heart trembled, his footsteps paused and continued to move forward, he knew that there was no way back at this moment, because only by moving forward could he find a way out.

"Yes, only forward!" he looked back at the woman on his shoulder who was still smiling in his dream, and with a flash of determination on his face, he continued to walk. Blood was dripping from under his ragged clothes, and he knew it wasn't his own, for he didn't have a few decent wounds on his body, just abrasions and skin wounds.

So, whose blood was on these clothes? At the same time, why did Fu Ling not have a single scar on his body, not even his shirt was damaged?Thinking about it, a bad feeling made him a little uneasy, because he smelled the strong smell of blood and the smell of choking in the air.

It's a familiar smell, the choking smell is like wood being ignited by a fire after rain, and the black mist is so thick that it's disgusting.

"It's just that why is it so familiar?" Qin Fan was a little irritable, these smells reminded him of some things, and these things were buried in the depths of his heart, but at this moment, they were aroused, and the anger caused by irritability made his steps faster.

At the same time, there was more and more blood on the ground, and this blood was no longer on him or his ragged clothes, but it was lying quietly on the ground, bright red and demonic, but Qin Fan was disgusted in his heart, and the original Gujing Wubo's mood was like throwing a boulder into it at this moment, not only making waves, but also making the water surge.

If someone sees his expression at this time, they will definitely be frightened, it is a strange hideous feeling, it has never been terrible and vicious, it is hard to imagine that it will appear in such a powerless scholar boy who looks even a little mediocre.

He was still moving forward, and his steps were getting faster and faster, and he even started to trot unconsciously, and Fu Ling on his shoulder frowned slightly, as if he was a little uncomfortable, but she was too tired and still hadn't woken up.

Hearing the meaningless whispering on his back, Qin Fan slowly slowed down his steps, glanced at Fu Ling, and always felt that this woman seemed to be born with a quiet beauty, which actually calmed his originally irritable mood, although the pace slowed down, it was still faster than the beginning.

The deep and empty tunnel was not as deep as he imagined, but he walked for most of the day, and the blood stains on the ground became more and more frequent, and the unpleasant smell once again filled his heart, and the irritability suddenly appeared, but he forcibly pressed down, and he understood that the root of everything was not far ahead, and everything could be revealed.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and Qin Fan felt a chill spread all over his body, making him unable to move into the Falling Ice Cellar. "Hum", there was a roar in his mind, the whole person was like being struck by lightning, and a disgusting and tyrannical impulse kept slamming his mind and heart.

I saw hundreds of large and small corpses neatly placed on the sand in front of them, their heads wrapped in yellow scarves, which was the symbol of the sand demon, and all kinds of buildings in the cottage not far away were also burned, and the air was full of the smell of blood and unpleasant stench. The familiar scene reappeared in my mind again, the same large and small corpses, the smell of blood and choking scorching paste in the air, the scene from a few months ago reappeared, and the stiff corpses in front of me seemed to have become old and young in Qinjia Village, they were wailing and screaming.

"Ah!", under fear, Qin Fan roared wildly and fainted. Even though he had some kind of bad speculation before, when this scene reappeared, he found that he still couldn't bear it, even though his fists were clenched tightly, and his nails were buckled into the flesh, and blood was flowing out......

"Qin Fan ......"

"Qin Fan...... Qin Fan ......"

Someone in my head was calling softly, and the voice was familiar, very good, but it seemed to be in a very distant place, and it seemed to be close at hand, and it was very ethereal in the distance.

"Hmm, it's me, I'm Qin Fan, who are you?" he replied, and in the darkness he tried to grasp the figure in the endless depths, but he didn't catch anything, but there seemed to be a soft laugh in his ears, and when he got closer, it looked like someone was crying and sobbing.

The sight was still dark, slowly opened his eyes, calmed down, a beautiful face was full of worry, close to people couldn't bear to break this scene.

"Hey, don't pretend to be unconscious when Qin Fan wakes up, do you still expect me to carry you all the way on my back?" Fu Ling pointed at Qin Fan, who was a little at a loss, and scolded with a smile.

"This ...... Where is the Golden Sand Vortex?" Qin Fan scratched the back of his head, his whole body was sore, and there was still a disgusting irritability in his chest, telling him that the terrifying scene just now was real, and suddenly his expression changed greatly, and he grabbed Fu Ling's hand and shouted: "Aren't we in the Golden Sand Vortex? Where is this......? Just...... Those ...... "were red in sight, and it was the dawn of dawn." This is obviously no longer a golden sand vortex, and the scene in his mind is unveiled again, and in the end, he can't say any more.

Fu Ling first looked at Qin Fan suspiciously, and then laughed and said, "Haha", "What are you talking about? Haven't we already walked through the golden sand vortex? You...... What's going on?" Fu Ling asked naturally, but there was something strange between his eyebrows. But it was not discovered by Qin Fan.

Qin Fan was stunned for a moment, where could he take care of anything else, when he heard Fu Ling's words, he only felt that his mind was in chaos, and he had a headache and annoyance, Fu Ling seemed to be right, but vaguely felt that something extremely important was missing, and patted his head hard, but his mind was still in chaos, the only thing he could remember was the familiar voice and messy memory fragments, there were fires and corpses.

Qin Fan was silent, and after thinking for a while, he was really troubled and simply pushed all this aside, looked at Fu Ling and said, "Next, where are we going?"

"What's the matter, don't you want to be the champion of the infinite scenery in front of Guangsheng Gate?" Hearing this, Fu Ling answered not what he asked, but asked back, and Qin Fan smiled "hehe" and didn't speak, but the firm light in his eyes had already explained everything.

......

With the sound of the masonry and earth shattering, a palm stretched out from the broken ruins, it was not a normal palm, but a crystal clear skeletal hand bone......

The huge horse's head slammed out of the sand pit, sneezed, and sprayed Qin Fan with sand all over his face. He was not angry but happy, and with a "snap", he patted the old wine's horse on the head and said: "You rammer is at ease, and you don't know where to get out of sleep after sleeping, knowing that we are leaving?"

The old wine screamed non-stop, and he kept pushing his horse head against Qin Fan's waist, and he didn't know if he was dissatisfied with Qin Fan's statement, or if he didn't see him for a while, he missed it very much.

"This foal's nose is much stronger than a dog's!" Fu Ling grinned.

The ancient road is desolate, stepping through the long desert, but the old wine still seems irritable, shaking his head and tail more than once, like a dog often looking back and biting and licking his horse hair, which is very abnormal. Qin Fan didn't care, the speed of the old wine was still fast, even if he was carrying two people, he was still galloping, and the speed was fast. The smell of burnt flesh in the distant air wafted from the canyon not far away, and as the canyon seemed to have been split vertically by an axe, and a gang of outlaws lodged in it, the reputation of the Valley of the Severed Head became even more terrifying, like a sharp sword hanging over the heads of passing caravans. It's just that the canyon is dead silent today, maybe it was the same before? Qin Fan didn't know, but the disgusting smell in the air filled the air, which made him very uneasy.

"Magnificent ......" the old wine roared, and his legs were raised forward to really have a bit of horse momentum. The speed was a little faster, and Qin Fan unconsciously grabbed his shirt, making some kind of preparation in his heart.

Walk through the canyon and head straight to the back of the canyon, which is the direction where the smell is strongest. Stepping over a low mountain, I saw that the ruins were dilapidated, and the black smoke was all over the sky, and in the open space not far ahead, dozens of neat corpses were still stiff and dead, and the flames on the ruins were flickering and extinguishing for a while.

Qin Fan's face was ugly, he forcibly endured the irritability in his chest, and said fiercely: "Go!"

"Where are you going?" Fu Ling's face was also not good-looking.

"The mad demon obviously didn't want us to get even the slightest bit of news about him, so he slaughtered the knowers before us. After a pause, he patted the old wine's ass fiercely, the old wine roared, and the speed of the four hooves suddenly increased a few notches faster, it was really surprising, I don't know how much power this little horse has in its body to burst out at such a terrifying speed, in Fu Ling's exclamation, the scenery on both sides is rapidly receding, Qin Fan's eyes are resolute, and he said: "South, Black Cloud Village!"

The wind was howling, but Qin Fan's voice was still clear and audible.