"Woo ......"

"Woo......"

I don't know how long it took, but the black water in the black water pool was windless and automatic, and there were ripples.

The ripples grew bigger and bigger, so that the twin mineral flowers suspended above the black water pool did not feel that the petals were stretching, as if rippling with the water waves. The petals that were as pure as light expanded slightly, expanding to the entire space, and the white light seemed to carry some breath, making people in a trance.

Ye Ying secretly bit the tip of his tongue with his teeth.

A slight fishy sweetness and pain came, suppressing the trance.

I looked sideways at Ember, but fortunately, Ember's expression was still clear.

Then she looked in the direction of the black water pool, and saw that the flower made of white light slowly sank towards the black water pool, and at the same time, a black flower rose from the black water pool. The black flower looks exactly the same shape and size as the white flower, except that the white flower is made of white light, and the black flower is made of black light.

Both flowers stretch their petals, like mirrored two sides, a little overlapping and intersecting.

Ye Ying finally understood why the mysterious old man called them "Twin Mineral Flowers", it turned out that they were really two flowers.

She stared at the two flowers with clear eyes without blinking, the two flowers met very slowly, and in the walking circle and circle of the ghosts on the edge of the black water pool, they finally completed the meeting, turning into black flowers suspended on the water, and white flowers sank deep underwater.

"Bang la......" There was a soft sound.

A white ripple spreads in the black water.

Immediately, the originally dark and dreary black pool became clear little by little, as if it had been dyed white by something, and then turned into a pool of incomparably clear white transparent water.

Yes, white and transparent water, so clear that there is not the slightest impurity.

If it weren't for the vague trace of water vapor he smelled on the tip of his nose, Ye Ying couldn't believe that there was still water in that pool. The pure white and transparent waterhole can't even pour out the reflection of the black twin mineral flower, and the ghosts walking around the edge of the pool don't exist in the reflection of the pool.

Even, the bottom of the pool does not exist.

Under the black flower, there is a transparent and void.

[space?] Ye Ying turned his head sideways and made a lip shape to ask Ember.

Ember shook his head at her imperceptibly, he didn't feel the fluctuations in spatial attributes from the pool.

Everything in front of me is so weird, how can there be no reflection in the water?

That's when something even weirder happened.

I saw that the black flower stretched its petals in all directions, emitting a trace of black gas, and that trace of black gas gradually polluted the white gas left by the white flower before. Then, as if summoned by something, the ghosts who walked around the waterhole lined up and walked into the waterhole one by one.

Ye Ying clearly saw that their bodies had sunk into the pool.

First the legs and feet, then the waist and abdomen, and the head.

However, the parts of the body that had not entered the pool seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, and were still not refracted by the clear and transparent pool.

All the ghosts walked down the pool in a row.

Only from the moment they enter the water, the subtle ripples of their clothes where the surface of the water meets their bodies, can they be sure that they are really in the water.

Seeing that all the earth ghosts were about to walk into the pool, Ye Ying hesitated, and finally, gritted his teeth and lip-shaped to the embers: We will follow too.

Ember's purple eyes froze slightly.

Keep going, the danger is unknown, it's so weird here, no one knows what will happen.

What if, as soon as they step down, they step into the turbulence of time and space?

Thousands of broken corpses are not enough to describe the tragic state of being torn apart by the turbulence of time and space.