Flames and thunder and lightning intertwined, locking Mu Ziyun tightly to the ground. Mu Ziyun's mental state was so chaotic that his strength level was greatly reduced, and he was unable to resist the suppression of the fire beads and thunder souls. /p
During this period, three thousand years of memories were constantly being swallowed up by real memories, and Mu Ziyun's desire to die became increasingly weakened. After a long time, Mu Ziyun entered a state of excessive confusion, and the fire beads and thunder souls were also untied. Imprisoned so that Mu Ziyun could move freely, at this time, Mu Ziyun couldn't tell what was false and what was true. /p
He felt that Little Whirlpool was beside him, perhaps hiding under a certain tree, and perhaps they would be able to meet again when the next game came. In his eyes, the mountain road became the long street of the ghost country. He could always see all kinds of dead souls traveling through different fantasy worlds, and he kept searching among them, deepening his sense of belonging to the ghost country over and over again. /p
"Xiao Hui'er!" Mu Ziyun called out in surprise. He saw Ji Le and Xiao Hui'er appearing in front of her. Of course, it was an illusion caused by memory confusion, but Mu Ziyun believed it to be true. Xiao Hui'er always avoided him, just like the first game they ever played. Xiao Hui'er ran in front, and he chased after him. His speed became extremely fast due to the substantial evolution of thunder energy. /p
Xiao Hui'er left a trail of clues on the road. Mu Ziyun happily searched for traces of Xiao Hui'er amidst the false and true. He chatted with a stone for a long time and learned the direction of Ji Le's little Hui'er. Then he flew Ran across a piece of land. /p
More and more memories of three thousand years disappeared, and he became more confused and painful. He began to doubt, but because of this, his desire to see Ji Le Xiao Huier became more urgent, and his mind He also became stupid. /p
He saw a group of dead souls strolling on the ghost street. He rushed to the dead souls and asked breathlessly if they had seen Ji Le Xiao Hui'er. The dead souls spoke some language that Mu Ziyun could not understand. This is impossible to happen in the ghost country, so this scene becomes even more false. However, in Mu Ziyun's painful inner struggle, everything he would rather see is true. Under the interference of his subconscious mind, he "understood" the language of the dead souls. /p
But this group of dead souls was particularly violent, and during Mu Ziyun's subsequent questioning, they began to punch and kick them. /p
Mu Ziyun was attacked by a group of people and could not fight back. He could not feel the pain. In reality, he was almost killed. He suddenly saw the head of one of the dead souls turn into the appearance of Ji Le Xiao Hui'er. Although the scenery on both sides gradually blurred and became transparent, and finally slowly changed back to the appearance of the woods, this sight really made Mu Ziyun feel like he had seen a life-saving straw. Excited, he cheered: "Xiao Huier, I found you!"/p
Xiao Huier's head obviously does not match her body, and starting from the neck, Xiao Huier's head is changing its appearance. Mu Ziyun felt anxious and struck out suddenly, breaking the man's neck neatly. He held the beautiful little Hui'er in his hands, looked up and looked away, and found a leg jumping somewhere. It was Xiao Hui'er's legs. He understood that Xiao Hui'er was playing a jigsaw puzzle and he needed to find all the parts of Xiao Hui'er. /p
He wrapped the head and ran towards the depths of the ghost street, while the remaining souls were chasing after him as if lifeless. /p
Not long after, two more dead souls appeared in front, and Mu Ziyun passed between them. /p
"You bitch! You bitch Mu Ziyun! You are indeed still alive! I knew you couldn't die!"/p
"Hu Zi?" Such a figure suddenly appeared in Mu Ziyun's heart, but when he turned around, he could no longer see the two dead souls due to the distance, so he continued to chase Xiao Hui'er. /p
"Stop running, Xiao Hui'er, I'm tired." He stopped tiredly. The previous confrontation with the fire beads and thunder souls consumed too much of his energy, and the ghost country would not be in such a situation. He was once again forced to doubt the reality and the false world, which made him suffer in his heart. /p
Unexpectedly, Xiao Hui'er heard his call and walked out from behind the tree again, standing in front of him with a smile. /p
At this time, those crazy dead souls rushed over again. They gradually changed in Mu Ziyun's eyes. The biggest change was that their backs suddenly grew strange white wings. In reality, that was madness. Birdman. /p
Xiao Hui'er pounced on Mu Ziyun, and Birdman also came to kill him. Mu Ziyun couldn't care less about those dead souls, embracing and dancing with Xiao Hui'er. The swords and palms that fell down turned into gorgeous ribbons in Mu Ziyun's eyes. The ribbons were swimming around him and Xiao Hui'er. Maybe they Will dodge, maybe catch it. During this period, the package was torn into pieces, and the completely transformed head flew elsewhere. /p
Mu Ziyun saw a group of demons, and they rushed over with their teeth and claws. Xiao Hui'er hid behind him in fear. He summoned lightning and flames, killing the demons to pieces. At the end, he and Xiao Hui'er held hands and flew to another level of ghost street. /p
"Xiao Huier"/p
"Huh?"/p
The scene around him became clearer and clearer. Mu Ziyun didn't look elsewhere, only looking at Xiao Hui'er's face. The memory of the ghost country was already incomplete, but he still held on to the final territory and tried hard to persuade his heart. Mu Ziyun said to him: "Did you smell a strange smell?"/p
"No, what is that smell?" Xiao Huier asked with a smile. /p
"It stinks, but it's very familiar." Mu Ziyun looked back in his mind blankly. He remembered a vague shadow, but Xiao Huier suddenly said: "I know what it is."/p
"Oh? Is it the breath of the dead soul?" Mu Ziyun asked. /p
"No" Xiao Hui'er stopped, grabbed Mu Ziyun, looked at him with a smile and said: "She is your past and present, her name is"/p
"Okay!" Mu Ziyun interrupted Xiao Hui'er. He felt an inexplicable panic in his heart and was deliberately evading it. /p
Xiao Hui'er let go of his hand and gradually backed away. /p
Mu Ziyun was anxious. He stretched out his hand to grab Xiao Hui'er's arm, but like a slow-moving old man, he couldn't touch Xiao Hui'er's body. Xiao Hui'er looked at him with a smile and said: "Mu Ziyun, do you still remember the world you experienced before we met? A world where you do whatever you want."/p
"I remember, Xiao Hui'er, come here quickly."/p
"Mu Ziyun, the fantasy of the ghost country is the same. One person is the whole world. I know her name precisely because you are eager to hear that name. Smelly wood, bad wood. Look who I am." Xiao Hui'er disappeared, and Mu Ziyun had followed her to a certain place unknowingly. He saw a familiar face and a woman who was being thrown around by countless brown bears. /p
"Kite!" Mu Ziyun suddenly shouted, and "snowflakes" fell from the sky, which were fiery red lotus crystals. He hugged the woman tenderly, with his eyes half-open, and gently stroked her face. /p
However, what he saw was Xiao Huier, who was covered with a vague veil. Xiao Huier said to him happily: "I miss you very much."/p
Mu Ziyun ran away again. He didn't see Xiao Hui'er, but he was looking for traces of Xiao Hui'er. It was a pink paper umbrella. When Mu Ziyun passed by it, the paper umbrella disappeared into thin air, leaving a tile-roofed house and a fruit basket. A black and smelly stuffed animal, a flower rope, a handkerchief, all those things that Mu Ziyun passed by would be shattered into powder and disappear from his heart. /p
He didn't know how long he had been wandering around, and he stopped moving. No matter how he tried to convince himself, the scenery around him would never look like a corner of a ghost street, and the memories of those eighteen years in reality were so deeply ingrained that he could not question it. He remembered that this was the human world, that he was back and alive. /p
He also knew very well that Xiao Hui'er, who had been with him for countless years, was about to be forgotten by him. However, he could do nothing. He couldn't imagine the future of forgetting Xiao Huier, let alone accept it. /p
"Xiao Huier, please show up again, please, I will soon forget you, I am very scared, scared"/p
He simply closed his eyes, not seeing anything, not listening to anything. He wrote the words Ji Le Xiao Hui'er, Ghost Country, Three Thousand Years, etc. over and over again with his fingers on the ground, constantly bringing back the lost memories in front of him. However, when he thought of Xiao Hui'er, he thought of the scene when they first met. At that time, the woman standing next to him was a kite. /p
Therefore, Muziyun unconsciously thought of the kite, and through the kite he thought of Fang Tianmu, Huzi and Lingdang. Bell! His heart was suddenly tightened, the bell was dead! No, she must still be alive, and the devil tiger will find a way to save her! /p
At this time, he lowered his head and saw the words Ji Le Xiao Huier, Ghost Country, and Three Thousand Years carved on the ground. He was startled for a moment, blinked blankly, patted his forehead suddenly, and said to himself: "Huh? What have I written here?"/p
Just like that, Mu Ziyun stood up, stepped on the "memory" he had carved, murmuring the bell to himself, and walked away. /p
When the memory of the ghost country completely disappeared, the real memories of eighteen years were experienced again in Mu Ziyun's mind. Mu Ziyun didn't care about people like Xiao Hui'er. He finally recovered from the heartbreaking pain and pain. In his longing, he understood how important Lingdang, this girl whose life or death was uncertain, was in his heart. /p
He went from looking for Xiao Hui'er in confusion to looking for bells in grief. His eagerness and inner struggle made him see the phantoms of bells one after another. He wandered around for many days, "floating" aimlessly. In fact, he knew that he was desperate and could only numb himself by calling his name. However, he always inadvertently called the wrong name and set the bell. Called the one who shouldn't have any place in his heart, Xiao Hui'er. /p
He saw another phantom, which was a bell, a real bell. When he was hugged tightly, Mu Ziyun cried. At that moment, there seemed to be another "non-existent" figure in the dark, which made him feel With endless sadness, he saw the living bell, but it seemed that he had lost another "bell". However, the figure holding his hands tightly, the girl who had been with him for a long time, he could never see again, nor could he. Can't remember. /p
