The gloomy cave, the winding corridor, the candle shadows in the deepest hall are swaying, and the figure of the woman in the white shirt under the steps is also shaking, and the light is like a nightmare.

On the top of the high stairs, a person stood with his hands in his hands, and a deep and lonely gaze was projected from under the bronze mask, and he swept coldly towards the woman's face.

"Did you get it?"

"Hmm. ”

The woman nodded, reached into her sleeve, took out a silver mask, went up two steps, and presented it with both hands.

The silver ghost face that had been sealed for a long time finally saw the light of day, and immediately unscrupulously exuded the majesty of death to the surroundings, a layer of silver-gray halo permeated the entire hall, and the rich death qi hit the torches, and the dim candlelight shrank to a point, crumbling.

A look of eagerness flashed in the eyes of the man in the high hall, and he stepped over to take the mask, took it to his eyes and looked at it carefully, and muttered, "Such a rich death breath, yes, it is indeed it...... Blood Wolf Monk, Blood Wolf Monk, you are really smart and confused for a while, and you actually put such a treasure in the hands of a doll, it is really a tyrannical thing......"

The silver and strange luster, the ancient and strange talisman inscriptions, all used the charm of seduction, and made him deeply intoxicated.

He couldn't put it down and fumbled for a long time, and caught a glimpse of the woman's indifferent and cold gaze out of the corner of his eye, before he slowly put the mask into his arms, quietly took a few steps back, and returned to his usual majesty and coldness, and said: "The biggest dream in this life is about to come true, little dream, can you be happy for me?"

"Hmm. ”

Die Shumeng nodded slightly, as indifferent as ever.

"In the past five years, thanks to your tireless work to help me succeed, and now that it has been completed, what kind of reward do you want?"

After the silver ghost face was put away, the dead air gradually dissipated, and the dim torches crackled and jumped, pulling the man's figure like a demon.

Die Shumeng stood up straight, reflecting the slender curve from the side, and a faint hazy halo under the glow of the firelight. Without a veil, the corners of her lips are outlined in a gentle arc, and the contours of her cheeks are so delicate and beautiful. She raised her head slightly, gazing gently at the figure on the upper steps, her eyes full of affectionate veins, pure as snow in the sun, without the slightest shadow. What caught her eyes must be the one she loved very much, a man who didn't know how lucky he was.

"I just want the owner to fulfill the promise he made five years ago and let me meet him. ”

"Oh! I still think about him......" The owner smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes. He knew that such affectionate eyes were not looking at him, but had traveled thousands of miles and landed on a man who only existed in his imagination and was as dazzling as a god. "I don't want a joke from many years ago to teach you to believe it. I wanted to take you to see him, but unfortunately he didn't even have any bones, which made me very embarrassed!"

"He's dead?" Die Shumeng asked in a low voice.

"He died as early as five years ago, and it is said that he died by exploding when he was practicing the sixth level of Han Blood, and his bones are gone, and there is not even any clothes left. Hey, actually, you've already seen something, right? As the chief disciple of the Demon Sect, no matter how much he cultivates martial arts and performs tasks, it is impossible for him not to show up once in five years. You took the bait voluntarily, and you can't complain about me. However, I'm really a little soft-hearted, and I can't bear to see your hard work and achievements end up in vain. Well, I'll kill you and bury you where he died, so that you'll be together for the rest of your life."

With his words, His Highness's heavy door suddenly closed, and the sound of the scandium piano quietly lingered from the silence. Five steps behind Die Shumeng, a black shadow suddenly changed shape, condensed into an old man with white hair and white clothes, holding a sharp sword aimed at the woman's heart, and said lightly: "Butterfly fairy, please tie your hands and arrest it." ”

Die Shumeng was unaware of all these changes. The dim light of the fire cast a misty shadow on her face, and the cold silhouette was heartbreaking.

She fell silent, her eyes misty, and the figure of the high-level master could not be reflected in her eyes, as if it was just a void.

The sound of the piano was slow and low, full of a sense of gloom, and the qi and blood in Die Shumeng's body were also affected by it, condensing and blocking, as if it was about to be frozen by the ice.

The owner stared into her eyes, staring at the shiny light, and said slowly, "I think one day, you will discover the truth yourself." Rather than waiting for you to fight back, I'll strike first. If you don't have any last words, rest here!"

The white-haired old man's eyes burst with murderous intent, and when he stepped forward, he was about to use a sharp sword to pierce the woman's chest.

At this time, Die Shumeng spoke softly: "It turns out that he is really dead......"

The owner raised his hand slightly, signaling the old man to suspend his sword. He wanted to hear the woman's last words.

Die Shumeng just looked at him, as if whispering in his lover's ear, and said softly: "All kinds of signs indicate this truth, but I still cling to the last straw and don't want to believe it...... Actually, I would like to thank you for giving me five years to dream. ”

"Five years of dreaming? Haha, that's a new way of saying it. Don't you regret it?"

Die Shumeng shook her head, but she couldn't hide the deep sadness in her eyes. "The dream has been woken up, and it doesn't matter if you don't regret it......"

The owner waited for the following, but felt only a long silence.

"No other last words?"

Die Shumeng smiled softly, raised her hand and pulled the veil: "It's too early to say the last words now." ”

The owner snorted coldly. The sound of the piano suddenly, as if coming from all directions, ethereal and empty, seems to magnify and repeat the bitterness of a lifetime, and hook the soul.

In an instant, Die Shumeng fell into a storm of spiritual power, and wave after wave came, as if it would wash away her thin body at any time. Suddenly, she took a step diagonally behind her, standing on the edge of the steps, the wind moving. The white-haired old man's sharp sword shadow stabbed at her, and she dodged it indiscriminately.

The snow-white clothes were flying in the wind, and the colorful clouds and mist trees were blooming angrily, and she looked sideways, looking at a certain place in the deep hall, a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes, and she muttered: "After five years of sinking, it's time to wake up from a dream......

That year, I stood side by side with him, smiling and watching the long sun blowing shakuhachi, as if it was just yesterday.

Autumn heart into the painting, tears stained green silk and white hair.

The legends of the old days have been faked. Willing to be infamy, but reluctant to him. I can't let go of it in the dark, and the mystery is like a hexagram.

In an instant, the prosperity of this life is only from spring to summer.

From the true to the false, the creation is finally virtual.

Maybe I forgot about it all the time, but it was just a sentence without concern.

It's like a dream, it's just like a moon and a mirror, why did I meet him again, close to the end of the world.

Maybe I've washed away the lead in the dark, and I'm that piece of jade flawless. It's easy to ask for a good price, it's rare to have affection, so to speak!

- "Fish Mystery"