The distant and ethereal sound of copper bells echoed in my ears.
If there is a sound, if there is no sound, the jingling bells seem to ring directly in the heart, echoing in the sea of consciousness.
In the darkness of nothingness, the sudden sound of a copper bell suddenly made De Lingchu feel vigilant. The sea of consciousness had not yet surged, and the spiritual power had not yet been mobilized. The next moment, the world was completely blank.
An orange light lit up in the boundless darkness. From a small point of light, it became brighter and brighter as time went by.
There was a gentle rustling sound in the boundless darkness, the sound of the skirt cutting through the air, the sound of fabric rubbing against each other.
A pair of slender and graceful hands held a simple vermilion lantern. The graceful jade hand holding the handle of the lantern, under the dim orange light, looked as beautiful as if it were carved, but revealed a hint of beauty. A strange paleness.
Coming out of the darkness with a lantern was a graceful figure. She was wearing a simple white dress without any patterns. She had bare feet and a red rope tied to her ankles. On the red rope was exactly A copper bell covered with rust.
Following the steps of the graceful white figure, the copper bell on the ankle is slowly making a clear and ethereal sound.
The orange light was very bright, dispelling the darkness within a few meters of space around it. The orange light was very hazy, only illuminating half of the graceful figure.
From the neck up, there is a void of darkness, and it is impossible to see what this white figure looks like.
The graceful white figure, carrying a lantern and a bell on her foot, walked slowly and slowly towards the girl in green clothes who was standing there blankly. All the bones of the demon soldiers she passed along the way seemed to be invisible, completely ignoring this graceful figure. white figure.
The space cracks all over the ancient battlefield seemed to have completely disappeared. This graceful white figure did not have any avoidance at all, and walked leisurely in the darkness of nothingness.
As if he sensed something was wrong with his master, the glazed flames flew in a circle around the girl in green clothes. The palm-sized flames danced, flickering on and off, but the master in front of him remained motionless, like a sculpture.
Three meters away, the graceful white figure suddenly stopped. Although the face above the neck could not be seen, one could feel that a line of sight fell on the glazed flame.
The glazed green lotus fire suddenly became smaller and no longer dared to fly outside. Instead, it submerged into the body of the girl in Qingshang and returned to the Dantian. It seemed to be extremely anxious to circle around the Taoist platform in the Dantian.
Seeing the glazed flames escaping into the girl Qingshang's body, the graceful white figure didn't pay any attention. She only paused for a moment and then continued to walk towards the girl Qingshang.
Until he stood in front of the girl in Qingshang.
The slender girl in Qing Shang has an elegant and refined face. Her clear eyes are still black and white, but they seem to be motionless, looking straight at a point in the void. Her delicate face lacks agility and agility. angry.
"Lost traveler, return to the hometown of Wangyou."
An ethereal and indifferent voice sounded faintly, falling into the ears of the girl in Qingshang word by word.
"Forget...worry...hometown..."
A look of confusion appeared in the eyes of the girl in Qingshang, and then she seemed to stiffly repeat the words of the graceful white figure. Her voice was clear and sweet, showing a strong coldness without any emotion.
"Come on, come back..."
The ethereal and indifferent voice sounded again, and the graceful white figure held the lantern and turned to leave.
Behind him, the girl in Qingshang said in a low voice, "Forget...Worry...Hometown..."
Then, like a puppet with strings, the girl in Qingshang raised her steps numbly, followed the graceful white figure, and walked step by step towards the unknown darkness under the orange light.
Faint clear light and white light flickered, and streams of clear spring-like aura flowed and washed away.
In an instant, a faint dark glow passed through the eyes of the girl in Qingshang.
The next moment, he disappeared without a trace.
...
This is a small town standing in the darkness of nothingness. In the small town, there are continuous lights illuminating it, and there are people coming and going.
There are high-rise buildings where drinkers are drinking and chatting happily.
In the embroidery building, my daughter looks yellow in the mirror.
There are prosperous places with vendors shouting and selling.
All kinds of things in the world are laid out in front of you like a scroll.
It is obviously a lively and noisy place, but there are no lights or sounds that betray the small town.
If you hadn't stepped into this town, you wouldn't have noticed anything unusual even if you passed by it.
At this time, it was late at night, and the sky above the town was so thick that no stars or moon could be seen. Suddenly, there was a burst of bells ringing outside the town.
Coming from all directions.
One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock...
One sound, two sounds, three sounds...
One way, two ways, three ways...
As if it had been agreed long ago, in the void, all-devouring darkness, orange lights suddenly lit up one by one, bells rang one after another, and white figures came out of the darkness holding lanterns.
Some of these white figures are graceful, some are slender, some are thin, some are tall, and so on.
But the similarity is that behind every white figure, there are human figures closely following.
Some have only one, and some have several.
All the white figures did not communicate with each other. They just held lanterns and walked from all directions, leading the figures behind them step by step to the entrance of the town.
A few meters away from the entrance of the town, all the white figures suddenly stopped motionless and stood silently.
Within an hour, a dozen white figures with lanterns gathered at the entrance of the town.
At the entrance of the town, there is a jet black boulder. On the boulder, three words are written in red, Wangyouxiang.
This red color is not bright, but rather dull, like dried blood.
After less than half an hour, no more white figures with lanterns gathered around. In the small town called Wangyou Township, footsteps could be heard.
It was clear that no sound within the town could be heard outside the town, but the sound of footsteps could be heard.
A pair of black boots appeared at the entrance of the town.
The owner of the boots is a silver-haired young man. The young man's face is extremely handsome, as if hewn with a knife and an axe, exquisite and unforgettable.
But this extremely handsome face was full of indifference and indifference.
"Get back." There was no expression on the handsome face of the silver-haired boy, and even his eyes did not move at all, and he said coldly.
The white shadows holding lanterns bowed silently and bowed, then turned into bits of broken light, blended into the boundless darkness, and disappeared without a trace.
There were only a dozen figures standing there like puppets on strings.
"Welcome back to Wangyou Township, a worry-free life is waiting for you." The silver-haired boy said indifferently with his eyes dull.
