Liu Qinghuan shrank in the cave with a simple map in his hand, looking at the non-stop blood rain outside the protective array in a daze. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The environment of this ruin of no return is so bad, it is almost the same as the Hell of the Hidden Priest, right? It is not that there are no plants and trees on the mountain, on the contrary, there are quite a few plants and trees, but they all look like they are dancing with teeth and claws, as if they are a gloomy and terrifying scene in a grotesque dream.

Fortunately, he did not go forward in the rain, because not long ago he caught a glimpse of something in the rain of blood, but through the dense rain curtain and the sound of the rushing rain, he did not see what the other party looked like.

Even if you extrapolate from common sense, you can know that it's probably not a good thing.

Liu Qinghuan sighed, he didn't know where Yun Zheng was now, I hoped he could meet him on the road.

The place he was going to was a place called the General's Mound, where the teleportation circle was said to be nearby.

But the general's mound is in the depths of the ruins, and the location where he came in is a little off, and the distance is very far.

The ruins of no return are only open for a month, and the way to get out is to crush the orb. Therefore, the bead is extremely important, and if it is lost, it can only be snatched from someone else, or it can only be left in it forever.

Thinking about it, the death and anger in this place are so deep, I am afraid that if you stay for a long time, you will slowly lose your mind and become a tyrannical ghost.

The blood rain has been falling for more than two hours before it slowly stops, but the sky is still gloomy and terrifying, and I don't know if it has been like this all along.

Wisps of black-red mist gathered in the air, and Liu Qinghuan frowned.

He confirmed his direction in mid-air, carefully avoiding the mist and flying west.

Cross a river of blood with a rushing water, and weave through the peaks that are not half high and not short. He didn't dare to slow down, he didn't want to run into those strange fogs at first glance.

From time to time, there were all kinds of strange noises in the wind, and sometimes suddenly a terrible scream, which could scare people half to death.

Fortunately, Liu Qinghuan was firm-minded, and he was not caught off guard like when he first entered, and his mood was affected by these voices. But he didn't dare to relax, holding the ghost stick tightly in his hand, always vigilant.

Another gust of wind whined, and Liu Qinghuan's whole body suddenly stood on end!

Not far from him, a cloud of mist churned violently, as if something was about to rush out, and it swept towards him with the wind.

Liu Qinghuan recited the spell, and the runes on the ghost stick in his hand lit up one by one, and he pulled it over!

A long wail rang out in the wind, and the mist was scattered by the Demon Torture Rod, and then quickly coalesced into a clump and agitated to surround him again.

"What the hell is this!" Liu Qinghuan was extremely depressed, his figure kept dodging, and the ghost torture stick flashed with golden runes, stick after stick, and it took a while to hit the fog that could no longer gather.

Liu Qinghuan gasped and stopped. In this ruin, the operation of spiritual power seems to be suppressed, not as smooth as outside. After a little use, I feel tired.

After that, Liu Qinghuan looked at the six roads, avoiding those black and red fogs from afar. Not every piece of fog can move, but it's all the more dangerous.

After a while, the sky became darker and darker. There is no sun, moon and stars here, and it is too dangerous to travel at night, so Liu Qinghuan is ready to find a place to rest.

Suddenly, there was a low sound in the wind.

At first, he didn't pay attention, because there were too many sounds in the wind here, and although he couldn't block the six senses, he let himself treat all these sounds as the wind in his ears.

Now the sound of the piano together, all those fragmentary whispers and ghost cries have all receded, and in the silence only the sound of the piano is heard whimpering, as if it came from a very far away.

Then a desolate voice sounded in unison:

In the past, I went back, and the willows followed.

Now I think about it, the rain and snow are glorious.

Ask how old are the four seasons in the mountains?

Those who know me say that I am worried.

Those who do not know me say what I want.

......

Liu Qinghuan listened attentively, and was shocked in his heart: he actually understood!

Compared to the other sounds, the music was bleak, but it did not disturb the mind. The former is malicious, the latter is someone who is sighing.

Seeing that it was about to get dark, he couldn't help but be a little curious, so he followed the sound of the piano to find it. When I turned a low hill, I saw a ruin in front of me.

The area of this ruin is not small, it is about a deserted town. Most of the houses in the town have collapsed, leaving behind a mud wall.

Liu Qinghuan searched every corner, and the sound of the piano floated out from here, but he couldn't find the specific location.

After noticing that there was no obvious danger, he landed on the overgrown stone road at the entrance of the town.

The whispered chant sounded again:

The world is long, and my heart is entangled.

Hold on, and there is nothing else to ask for.

Ask the recruits, where is the hometown withered and the grass is gone?

Decline, decline, no return?

Decline, decline, no return?

This is a poem that looks forward to recruiting people to return to their hometowns, with a sad and desolate piano sound, which makes people feel the urge to cry when they listen to it.

Although Liu Qinghuan is still vigilant, he is still infected by the emotions in the tune.

With the sound of "decline, decline, no return", the dilapidated town in front of me seems to have gone back in time, the mud walls that fell to the ground are re-erected, and the collapsed tiles fly back to the roof.

When the first person pushed open the door and walked out, Liu Qinghuan's figure flashed, and he had already hidden behind a thick yellow cypress tree at the entrance of the town.

One by one, everyone walked out, shops opened, and various stalls were set up.

The people here are neatly dressed, peaceful, and obviously very rich.

Liu Qinghuan watched from afar, only to feel that everything in front of him was extremely shocking.

He remembered the legend of the ruins of no return: a place cursed by time.

Suddenly, I felt a gust of wind behind me, Liu Qinghuan's feet moved, and the person had already flashed to the side.

A ball sewn from animal skins hit the yellow cypress tree and bounced to the ground and rolled a few times.

"Look at you, kick the ball away again!" a little boy of seven or eight ran over, picked up the ball, and shouted to a smaller girl who followed him, "If you kick it far, I won't let you play!"

When the little girl heard this, water immediately appeared in her eyes, and she was ready to cry.

"Don't cry! If you cry, I won't play with you! Okay, okay, here you go." The little boy looked helpless and shoved the ball over.

Liu Qinghuan watched the two children run away with deep eyes, and he had been standing beside the two of them just now.

Everyone here, except for the little boy, everyone else's bodies are just shaking phantoms.

At this moment, dozens of abrupt figures suddenly appeared at the entrance of the town, dressed in iron armor and holding spears, as if they had just come down from the battlefield.

The whole town was boiling, the streets were full of goosebumps, and people were running home in panic.

However, these soldiers did not care so much, and soon all the men in the town were driven under the yellow cypress tree, and the boys, who looked to be fourteen or fifteen years old, were among them.

After a scene of life and death, the boy held back tears and disappeared at the entrance of the village.

Time seemed to speed up, and the trees in the town turned green and yellow, yellow and green.

Liu Qinghuan watched the little girl who had grown into a girl come to the yellow cypress tree year after year to stop and look, muttering the song he had heard before, slowly growing old, and then dying in the sudden war.

The townspeople fled and died, and the houses soon became deserted and weeds grew on the stone roads.

As the years passed, I don't know how many years had passed, and a young man covered in blood fell on the street, crying out in despair when he saw the town in ruins.

Liu Qinghuan Dingqing saw that this person was the boy before, but he had become an immortal cultivator.

The piano sound resumes.

Decline, decline, no return?

Decline, decline, no return?

Everything in front of him slowly disappeared, and it returned to the ruins that Liu Qinghuan saw first, and then he found the person who played the piano and sang.

His body showed a state of virtual reality unique to his soul, his hand pressed on the guqin in front of him, and he looked up at Liu Qinghuan.

"Born man, where do you come from?"