"Am I beautiful?"
While the Sublimator was still in a daze, she took another step forward and opened her mouth to ask again.
A gloomy aura rose and spread out, covering the light of the setting sun.
She took another step forward, and her voice became sharp, "Am I beautiful?"
"What the hell!"
The Sublimator finally couldn't stand the strange atmosphere. He clenched his dagger and rushed forward. Then, he saw … the woman pull down the mask on her face.
Immediately after, a bone-chilling chewing sound came from the alleyway.
At this moment, as the light of dusk gradually faded, strange shadows walked out from the darkness. The demons hungrily patrolled, looking for their prey.
They couldn't wait.
Following countless sharp wails, the darkness that surged outside this narrow hell began to boil. It slowly rose, as if it wanted to drown everything.
The signs had been revealed.
The night was coming.
.
After a long, long time, Huai Shi recovered from the initial shock.
He repeatedly checked the broken billboard erected on the building in the distance.
Under the dim light, a smiling face appeared on the dilapidated billboard. But now, the smile had fallen apart and turned into an unsettling incomplete ferocious expression.
Next to the smile, there were still words of the past, announcing to the visitors.
Huai Shi squinted her eyes and struggled to decipher the characters. "What's Hello Come To?"
There was a gap in the middle, making it impossible for people to see where this place was.
But at this point, how could Huai Shi still not understand where this hell was! This was clearly an ancient city that had sunk in the disaster hundreds of years ago, outside the border — Yamatai!
But how did the original Yingzhou City become like this?
Also, wasn't it now in the open sea, being fought over by the Dongxia lineage and the Yingzhou lineage?
How did it become the arena of the rookie competition?
Or …
Huai Shi slowly raised his head.
In the last ray of the setting sun, he narrowed his eyes and stared at the empty darkness above his head. It was like an illusion, for a moment, he saw something.
Amidst the endless rising darkness, amidst the bone-chilling tide of darkness, a vague silhouette appeared in the sky … It was a wing.
A pair of wings that covered the sky and the sun, shrouding the entire city in shadows!
This place was already covered by the wings of the Mystic Bird!
In the midst of the shock, Huai Shi's mind flashed with a trace of understanding.
— The Dongxia lineage wanted to use the rookie competition as an opportunity to take down Yamatai!
But …
What did this have to do with my Huai Hai Lu Pei Qi?
When Huai Shi finally understood this point and threw this question to the back of his mind, he realized that he had already wandered to an unknown place.
He stopped outside the door of an ancient courtyard.
In the gradually darkening night, the stone lanterns in front of the door, but it didn't make people feel that it was bright.
Instead, it set off the desolate scene in the courtyard, making it even more gloomy.
As the withered leaves slowly fell on the black stone and white sand, in the pavilion in the courtyard, behind the layers of paper curtains, a cold and lonely voice sounded.
It was a pipa.
Under the illumination of the light, a woman in a gorgeous robe cast a cold silhouette on the paper curtains. She lowered her head and fiddled with the strings of the pipa in her arms. A hoarse and resentful voice spread out along with the melody.
"Sorrow meets the bitter rain, the world sighs in vain … Spring has no time to enjoy, the flower of helplessness has withered … Hate to drift away … Hate to drift away …"
The mournful voice spread far and wide along with the sharp pipa sound.
After the voice had dissipated for a long time, Huai Shi raised his hand and applauded from the bottom of his heart, "She sang really well, the rhythm of her exhalation is too powerful!"
Behind the curtains, the woman's figure was stunned for a moment and seemed to raise her head.
"There's a small problem, the last beat was a little rushed." Huai Shi clapped with his hand, "You see, it should be like this … Da, da, da, da … Elongate the melody a little … Trust me, it's not wrong."
The woman's figure was stunned for a moment, and her fingers began to fiddle with the pipa, following his words. The final result was indeed better than just now.
She seemed to be pleasantly surprised.
She put down the pipa and bowed to Huai Shi through the thick paper curtains to thank him.
Then she raised her white wrist in the heavy sleeves and pointed behind Huai Shi.
Huai Shi looked back and saw the alley behind him.
"Should we go this way?"
He was stunned and waved his hand to thank her, "Thank you!"
Huai Shi smiled from the bottom of his heart.
This was probably why the world would become a better place if everyone gave a little bit of love.
The local gangs here are all so polite!
Although he didn't know if their words were nice or not, everyone seemed to be talented. He was beginning to like this place.
Before leaving, Huai Shi turned back and shouted towards the door, "Be careful of those people from the outside. They're all quite violent. It's better for girls to hide."
The sound of the pipa intertwined, playing a mournful melody of farewell.
Sending off the guest.
Not knowing what she had said wrong, Huai Shi shrugged her shoulders and turned to follow the path she had pointed out.
At the end of the street, in the dark, a few figures stared at the small phone screen in their hands, staring at the figure disappearing into the alley on the screen.
Some stigmata's intuition was quite sharp. If one looked directly at them with malice, it would trigger vigilance. However, through special mirrors or electronic devices, this warning could be eliminated.
"Old Five, are you sure?" The leader of the ascendants asked in a low voice.
"It's him. I saw it clearly through the binoculars!" The skinny man called Old Five said, "That guy has a dark gold equipment in his hands! He's already injured, if we can take him down … "
He didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was clear.
The ascendants looked at each other, breathing heavily. Then, they picked up the huge cardboard box next to them and covered themselves.
They shrank under the cardboard box, their auras strangely hidden.
That cardboard box contained equipment from an unknown treasure chest. It wasn't strange for it to be placed so abruptly on the side of the road. Instead, it naturally became a part of the scenery.
Even if they moved, they were silent and blended into the night.
They followed closely behind Huai Shi's footsteps, following the distant sound of the pipa.
Then, they lost him in the tangled alleys.
They didn't know why, but it was clearly a straight alley, but they strangely went around and around. In the end, they returned to the same starting point several times.
They returned to the same pipa music.
"No, something's wrong."
The leader of the ascendants squatted under the box, his expression becoming fierce as he pulled out his weapon. "Be careful, we might be targeted by something."
The pipa music became more and more desolate and cold, causing people to feel cold all over.
From the outside to the inside, it gradually seeped into everyone's hearts, causing them to shiver uncontrollably.
"That woman …"
The leader's eyes were cold. "I'm afraid she's some damned thing from hell."
"No matter what it is, let's go up and take a look first."
Another ascendant climbed out of the cardboard box, holding a pistol in his hand. A holy glow lit up in his hand, sweeping away the cold demonic aura around him, and he walked straight into the courtyard.
It wasn't like he hadn't seen this damned thing at the border. No matter how strange and terrifying it looked, as long as he destroyed the main body, then …
He lifted the curtain, then froze in place.
Behind the countless hanging curtains, there was only a desolate oil lamp emitting a faint light. But behind the curtain, there was nothing. There was no trace of anything.
In the stillness, the small oil lamp went out noiselessly.
In that instant, the curtain closed again, and the darkness swallowed him like a tide.
Only a scream, as if the soul was collapsing in shock, came from inside. Soon after, it was swallowed up, and there was no more sound.
The original leader was stunned and rushed out without hesitation. "Old Five, let's save him together!"
But Old Five had also disappeared at some point.
In the empty courtyard, he was the only one left.
The door closed behind him.
Not long after, the door opened again, and the courtyard was still in a mess.
A pea-sized lamp shone on the side of a beauty, gently stroking the pipa.
"Beaded curtains and brocade tents do not know the dawn, who knows the endless sorrow in his dreams …"
The lonely and sorrowful singing voice spread far and wide.
No one responded.
.
"It's almost time."
Hu Po raised his head and stared at the dark sky. There were clearly no stars, but in the pitch-black darkness, a faint moon suddenly appeared.
It was like … an eye, looking down at the world in the darkness, spilling cold and tyrannical.
At this moment, as she walked on this piece of land, no one could better understand the terror brewing in this darkness and the raging waves that could devour everything than her.
She could feel the countless surging malice in the darkness, all the time. In the end, it actually evolved into a strange melody, as if countless children were humming in unison from far away. The innocent tone carried a chilling Yin energy.
Even the Sacred Mark Prajna, who was also a transformation type, found it difficult to resist the malice in the voice.
She was afraid that it would not be long before the demon wave of a hundred demons' night.
In the midst of rushing, her footsteps suddenly stopped, and she stopped at the door of a temple.
A ray of light faintly came from the dilapidated temple.
Sensing her arrival, the door of the temple opened slightly, revealing a dim light that did not give her any sense of security.
Amber took a deep breath, pressed the hilt of her knife, and walked into the temple.
She stopped in front of the temple, raised her head, and stared at the dilapidated Buddha statue. She raised her hand, showing the string of dark red agate prayer beads on her wrist.
"The last son of the Rijian clan, Amber, is here to stay for the night, please be merciful, Buddha."
In the dead silence, no one responded.
Inside, Amber raised her voice again and repeated it.
Until a wooden face appeared in the darkness, staring straight at the girl in front of it, and finally, the gaze fell on the prayer beads on her wrist.
"Follow me."
The face said with a dull voice, and then turned around, wriggling its snake-like slender body, and led her into the darkness.
The temple door closed.
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