This is a temple, as if it was made of human bones, and there is an extra atmosphere of loneliness.

The breeze swayed gently and made a terrible sound.

Here, when everything is silent, everything in the world will produce many ghosts crying and wolf howling sounds, as if reminiscing about the old Jin Ge Iron Horse.

The moment of grandeur and intensity is far from the present.

It's not just a few pillars that shiver.

These are the result of countless bones on it.

A few white columns, like something that never collapses, are also a stable structure that looks very different.

That's right......

Who is it, or the ancestors, who built this palace?

The buildings here have a strange charm, as if they were bloody, as if a dying person was stabbing his bayonet into the sky.

It's a very sharp building.

It is a temple that stands tall on the horizon.

It seems that the whole world is noisy.

Everyone is drunk and I am awake, is it still awake?

Hibernation in the dead silence now, but there is a sense of tranquility, and the slightest wisps of it arise.

What is its desire?

It's an earthy brown wasteland, with endless red and blood.

There are mountains, forests, and hills.

There are no trees here, like a piece of scorched flesh, not a single hair grows, and a special beauty looms at this moment.

This is not a building in some normal place, and here, how many years has it been silent?

All hope is illusory.

Reverse the situation and smooth the universe.

It's all desolate.

There is no record of such a building in this history, but it seems to be very large in size and small at the same time.

Looking at the top, you can see a lot of strange structures, where several white pillars intersect, and at the top of that hall, there is actually a faint starlight.

In this world, such a district, such a wasteland, this temple-like place has been produced.

Its body is also covered with a layer of things, as if someone has added a layer of glass.

Zooming in, you can see the countless carved marks on the bones of these dead men.

These carvings are very strange, and there is a bit of a sense of enchantment.

These shapes, these methods, these structures.

It's all quite spectacular.

"And carved ......"

An incomparably majestic voice rang out.

The voice echoed repeatedly in this temple, in front of this pillar, stirring up a faint strangeness.

This thing......

On the body, there was already a deterrent voice, but now it is even more strange.

This hall, is there a bit of space swinging?

But this one voice seemed to be complaining.

It's as if they, the pillars, can communicate with each other in the world in front of them, and can tell their joys and sorrows.

It's not the same, it's not the same at all.

"Woo Woo ......"

Suddenly, in this world, a fog has been created.

These are fogs, like clouds of dust.

By the time they appeared in the air, they had already begun to scatter.

Like a lost one, they are like animals that gather together to keep warm.

Here, in the middle of this temple.

This thing is the condensation of countless dust.

It's like one by one, you won't let me, I won't let you, there is a feeling of compression on my body.

These things appear suddenly, so particles that come here from another world have their own differences.

By the time they start squeezing, they're already materialized.

They began to compress, shape, as if fabricated by a pair of hands, condensed into a curtain of light.

"Squeak Quack......"

This voice also illustrates this point.

But how did they come together as a whole?

It's like a snowflake idea.

Such as the snow balls flying around on the screen of a scrapped TV.

But these condensations make them different again.

Sure enough, this thing is real, and it can't be faked.

When they emerge from the sky, they are still phantoms.

However, after going through layers of layers, they have grown like a dream.

Everything is abstract, and such an entity, superimposed because of the virtual, is simply shocking!

"Oh, is the drunken talk coming? Or are you looking for me? ”

The sound was abrupt, and it suddenly appeared, like the smoke.

The smoke was endless, like a canopy.

At this time, after the voice of that person was heard, there was some change that seemed to be absent.

Is this a ghost?

His voice was fluttering.

But if he makes a sound, he is a living being.

If he doesn't make a sound, isn't he a dead thing?

"Great, after a month's absence, the drunken words finally heard back to me."

There was a feeling of emotion in this voice.

Moreover, compared to yesterday, that voice was a little melancholy, a woman's feeling.

She?

Was that old voice coming from a woman?

This voice is a little vibrant.

If you have a little hope, wait for it to sprout a little bit.

This feeling is a kind of baptism.

That voice, not as stern as it was that day, and even had a soft feeling, why is that?

There is a kind of tenderness that flourishes in her.

And now, before the light of this piece, a shadow has also appeared.

The shadow, as if spliced together by countless rose petals, has an extra sense of fantasy.

What's even more amazing is --

Her body was actually made up.

The place that was supposed to be here was an endless void.

Her body too, like something made up of a fog, a world of mist.

Including this light curtain, although it is a physical thing, it may not be a real existence.

In the end, I saw the petals in front of me, flying around.

Crazy, they're flying freely, but they're already collaging into one thing.

So, it didn't take much time for her body to appear here.

This strange feeling is like watching the development of a world from a person's point of view.

It's a haunted temple where everything becomes a ghostly world.

Running rampant, interspersed with them, they are ghosts.

In letting go of their own ghostly energy, there is everything in this strange world.

But that person has become clearer and clearer.

Her body was covered in blood, and her red dress was like a flower in hell.

So dazzling, so innocent.

Blood was pouring down, and this feeling, as she was also a phantom.

Who is she?

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