Ninety-nine felt as if his soul had been ingested, and he became like a zombie. No matter how Aya called, it was meaningless.

Xiahou Jiaoyan looked at her coldly, and then said, "It's impossible for her to wake up." ”

She ...... She's still in a heartbeat! ”

"Our team won't stop. If you stop here, you'll be 'lost' forever." ”

Lost forever......

Aya has no doubts about this.

And really...... In this funeral procession, everyone is still marching as they were. If she continues like this, she will be completely lost here.

The rain drenched her body.

"I won't wait for you any longer."

This was Xiahou Jiaoyan's last warning.

Seeing that the line was about to pass her completely, Aine finally felt a hint of fear. She knew better than anyone what was going to happen next......

"Let's go."

Jiao Yan didn't give her any time to hesitate. This team can't stop.

Aine looked up. The rain splashed down her cheeks in an instant, and what caught her eye was Xiahou Jiaoyan's cold eyes.

In the end, the hand of Ninety-Nine, which she was holding, hung down.

Xiahou Jiaoyan glanced at a red-clothed servant, who immediately understood, and then reopened an umbrella for him. And Atone's body could only support her limp body to stand up again.

Eventually, she could only continue to follow the funeral procession. From time to time, she looked back at Ninety-Nine who had fallen to the ground, however, except for her. No one pays attention to the present ninety-nine. Like...... She is a person who does not exist at all.

And this time. She looked at one of the red-clad servants who had reopened the umbrella for her and asked, "Excuse me...... What are your numbers? ”

"Ninety-nine."

"Nine...... Ninety-nine? ”

"Yes. My original number was one hundred, and now there is no ninety-nine, so I am ninety-nine now. ”

Originally...... So.

This so-called number is nothing more than a pure code name, a code name that anyone can be replaced, nothing more. From now on. Ninety-nine will completely cease to exist zài, and no one will pay attention to her.

In the end, Ayane had to accept this eerie atmosphere.

Yes...... Isn't it just like yourself?

She killed someone for that map. Until now, however, she had barely felt the slightest guilt for the fact that she had killed someone. She didn't even remember the old woman she had killed. In this way, there seems to be nothing strange about the strange behavior of these red-clothed servants.

This, both for the actor and for the character. It's all true.

The team is still advancing. Dead money. It was still scattered in the sky, and then sprinkled from the sky. Aine looked at the dark notes scattered on the ground...... No, maybe it should be called the Silver Ticket of the Netherworld? Really, for the deceased? Aine believes that this is by no means a dead money in the usual sense, but the kind of dead money that can really be used by the dead!

At this time, the road gets more and more muddy. And the sky is getting darker and darker.

At this moment, Xiahou Jiaoyan cleared his throat and shouted, "Light the lantern...... Send the dead on their way! ”

Thereupon...... A group of red-clothed servants actually began to light the red lanterns in their hands one by one in this huge rain! Under this heavy rain, the lanterns were then lit one by one, and became ...... The only light source in the darkness! And the next thing to do is to follow the fire.

Like...... Hell-fired!

No...... At this time, Xuanyin felt that this was really like a ghost fire!

Then, the red-clothed servant in front continued to play mourning music.

"Don't stay...... Don't be nostalgic...... Dust to dust, dust to dust......"

At this time, Ayane listened to them play the strange music, and began to have an inexplicable weird feeling.

"Keep up with the fire." Xiahou Jiaoyan's voice came from behind him: "If the firelight disappears in front of your eyes, you will never be able to go back." ”

The more Aya moved forward, the more she felt a sense of fear. Since she was born, there has never been such a strong sense of foreboding.

If you move on...... Will she become like Ninety-Nine?

But...... There's no going back. This funeral procession is definitely not able to stop. Absolutely not!

I don't know how long...... She suddenly felt ...... The rain stopped.

Yes, stopped. There was no thunder in the sky. But...... The strange thing is that the sky is still pitch black!

You know, according to the time, it should be three or four o'clock in the afternoon, and it is far from the time when it is dark! However, the time is darker than two or three o'clock in the morning!

In front of her, only those "ghost fires" were burning, guiding her and the people in red who were singing mourning...... This scene made her feel as if she was being extradited to hell......

"Vomit ......"

She barely ate much, but she vomited again.

"Vomit...... Vomit...... Vomit vomit ......"

She almost vomited so much that she even vomited stomach acid, and the "ninety-nine" on the side was patting her on the back.

"Are you alright? Miss Ayane? ”

"Yes...... Still...... Ok......"

Xuanyin, who vomited a little prostration, asked, "Is it still ...... How far is it going? The tomb of the Xiahou family? ”

However, before "Ninety-Nine" could answer, she had already said: "Forget it, what's the use of asking you...... Surely you don't know ......."

"Puff pass" ......

"Puff pass" ......

Beside him, one after another the men in red fell. No one paid any attention to them, and they continued to move forward as usual. That's it...... Keep moving forward.

"It's almost there. Bear with me a little longer. ”

At this time, Jiao Yan behind him said: "Remember, no matter what happens, you have to keep up with the team." Got it? ”

"Really...... Is it almost there? ”

"Hmm. Almost there. ”

"I ...... Will it be like the ninety-nine ......?"

"No, it won't. This. You can rest assured. Because. You are from the Xiahou family. Even if you divide the bloodline, you are also surnamed Xiahou. So, you are different from these slaves. ”

In front of these red-clothed people, the word "slave" was pronounced, but those red-clothed people did not react at all.

"But...... Compared with the people of the clan. We are divided into families, and we are just slightly higher slaves. Only, it is not given a numerical number. ”

Are those who divide their families but slaves of those who are in their clans? For this, Aine is completely convinced. After he died, he was buried with the ordinary residents of Minshan Mountain, and he could not enter the tomb of the Zong family. Chinese attach great importance to the specifications of funerals, and from this alone, it is enough to see the clan and the family. There is a huge difference in status.

"The Man in Red...... How many more people can make it to the end? ”

"I won't die, don't worry."

For the people of the Xiahou family. The Servant in Red really seems to be just a consumable. As long as you don't die. That's all they worry about. To the people of the Xiahou family, they can't be regarded as people at all, but something inferior to beasts.

That's when ...... A frenzied wind began to blow......

Then she saw a new fire not far ahead.

Is that...... A faint blue firelight!

Several such fires appeared in front of them.

"That's ...... What the? Aine looked at the faint blue firelight, and the first concept that came to her mind was-

Ghost Fire!

If she had seen it elsewhere, she might not have made associations from the word "ghost fire", but now, it is completely different. Now, she can't help but think about it.

"Don't talk." Xiahou Jiaoyan said in a voice so low that only she could hear it.

At this moment, the red fire of the man in red in front of him, and the blue fire light on the opposite side, stopped at the same time.

In the light of the lantern, she could still see the scene in front of her more or less. However, at this time, she couldn't see the opposite scene at all.

But...... On her side, she saw that the group of people in red, carrying the coffin, moved towards the position of the blue fire on the opposite side!

This is...... Do what......

What's even more bizarre is that when the group of red-clothed people carried the coffin to the opposite side, Xuanyin could no longer see them clearly.

After a long time, the red-clothed people walked back from the other side of the darkness.

Then, those faint blue "ghost fires" gradually disappeared from sight.

"That's it. Let's go. ”

It's over?

This...... That's it?

What about the tombs? Is this the so-called Zong Tomb?

Either way, though, as long as it's over. She didn't want to continue this strange journey for a second. I just hope to be able to do my best to end all this qiē.

Sure enough, Xiahou Tailan's voice came from the front: "It's okay." Right now...... Let's go back! ”

Xuanyin suddenly realized that the purpose of bringing so many red-clothed people on this journey was probably because countless red-clothed people would fall along the way, so many substitutes were needed. In fact, if you didn't think about that, you wouldn't need that many people at all!

Xiahou's ...... What kind of family is it?

Then, the team began to turn. Head back the way you came.

And Ayane, from time to time, looked at the other side of the darkness.

Those faint blue "ghost fires" just disappeared from sight.

On the rest of the journey, no one fell. And the return trip is much easier than the journey there.

It's just that...... The sky has always been pitch black, and that hasn't changed. Because of this, she couldn't make out the scene around her at all.

"Tonight, you and I will go to the sect's house on the top of the mountain. Before tomorrow night, the people of the Xiahou family, whether they are the Zong family or the branch family, must keep vigil in the Zong family. ”

Vigil?

For the dead in the coffin?

At this time, Xuanyin's mind immediately appeared Xiahou Night King. Presumably, when you get there, you can see that mysterious man again...... (To be continued......)