Feng Hui's attention was not on this endless black shadow, but on Zhang Fan's appearance.
If Zhang Fan appears, she will immediately tie him up with the soul-binding rope and take him... home.
Feng Hui shook the soul-calling flag in her hand and went deeper and deeper. A terrifying unknown land, dark and terrifying, pitch black. The deeper you go into it, the thicker the darkness contained inside becomes.
It's thicker than ink, and it's almost impossible to see anything. But Feng Hui's footsteps have not stopped at all and are still moving forward.
"Zhang Fan..."
"Zhang Fan..." Feng Hui called loudly, shaking the soul-calling flag in her hand vigorously. I do not know how long it has been.
Feng Hui has penetrated deep into the sticky darkness, and she doesn't know how far away. Here, not even light can penetrate, not even the wind stops suddenly, and even the dark shadows standing up strangely around begin to fade away, as if they are afraid of the unknown horror lurking in this depth.
There was deathly silence all around, and Feng Hui could no longer see the personality in her eyes. The world of the gloomy and unknown place finally disappeared, leaving only darkness as thick as ink.
Feng Hui's voice floated far away in the darkness and lingered for a long time. But the response to her was still deathly silence.
The terrifying and oppressive silence makes the heaven and earth silent, makes everything stand still, and lets the sticky darkness like stagnant water float and wander.
"Zhang Fan...where are you?!"
"If...you hear my voice, come out and see me!" Scarlet blood flowed from Feng Hui's eyes, making her originally pale face look even weaker.
She didn't know how long she had been walking here, nor how far she had traveled. She only knew that her body was getting weaker and weaker. If Zhang Fan's soul could no longer be found, she might also be there. die.
She couldn't die, she had to continue to linger, and she had to persist until Zhang Fan appeared. If Zhang Fan cannot be revived, everything will be meaningless.
"Zhang Fan..." Feng Hui's voice trembled slightly, and her face was particularly bitter. ...
"Whose voice?" It was a very dark place. There was no sound, no light, time had frozen at some point, and space seemed to be frozen.
At this time, a young man with a stooped back was staggering forward.
He walked slowly and very hard, as if he might fall down at any time. He didn't know who he was, where he came from, or where he was going.
It seemed like everything was meaningless, wrapped in a hazy coldness. Cold, very cold, bone-chilling cold, clinging to my heart like bone-eating maggots, devouring my thoughts bit by bit.
"It's so cold..."
"who I am?"
"Where am I going...?"
"So tired!..." The young man gasped, his face as white as paper, without any blood, like a dead person without emotions.
"Why am I so cold...why...am I so empty!" The young man struggled to walk forward. Without paying attention, his body tripped and fell to the ground, knocking heavily. On the ground, he fell dizzy.
"It hurts...but...my heart...!"
"I forgot something..." The young man struggled to get up. Just when he was numbly confused, suddenly, an anxious call slowly came from the distance behind him.
This call was like a stone dropped in stagnant water, causing ripples, and the ripples continued to spread around.
"Whose voice?" Hearing the call, the young man looked stiff and his steps couldn't help but pause.
He listened carefully, trying to hear who made the sound.
"Zhang Fan..." the voice came one after another, as if conveying a familiar yet unfamiliar name.
"Who is Zhang Fan?" Hearing the name, the young man's face gradually became more curious. This name suddenly sounds very unfamiliar, but if you listen carefully, you will find that it is inexplicably familiar.
Who is Zhang Fan? Who is Zhang Fan? Who is Zhang Fan? ...One sentence, two sentences, three sentences, more and more doubts arose in the young man's heart, and the voice gradually became louder, gradually covering his entire body.
Who is Zhang Fan? Why would anyone be calling him. The person calling him must care about him. This man named Zhang Fan should be very happy, after all, someone cares about him.
Unlike myself, I don’t know who I am, and no one cares about me. I am only surrounded by endless loneliness.
"Zhang Fan..."
"Zhang Fan..."
"Where are you?! I'm here to find you..." The calls from behind became louder and louder, and also got closer, as if they were just a few steps away.
"It seems like a woman is calling Zhang Fan..."
"She... seems to be crying!" The young man held his breath and listened carefully. He suddenly heard the woman's choked sobs from the call.
"Why...is she crying?"
"who is she?"
"Why...I also have tears in my eyes..."
"Why...my heart...aches more and more..." The young man listened to the woman's choked crying. He only felt that his eyes were filled with tears, and the tears were uncontrollable. The blood flowed down, and at the same time, an angina pectoris pain that was so painful that it could not be described in words also broke out in his heart.
"who is she?"
"Why...is she crying..." The young man covered his heart hard, trying to restrain the spread of heartache.
Covering his heart hard, the young man's head turned little by little in response to the calls from behind him.
But when he looked back, he didn't see anything, there was only dead silence behind him.
"nobody....."
"But why...I can hear crying calls..."
"No...there should be someone there!"
"Maybe...someone..."
"I should...go take a look..." The young man turned around and began to walk slowly in the direction of the sound.
He walked very slowly and with difficulty. The road back seemed to become more difficult. With every step he took, the young man's legs felt as heavy as iron and lead.
Just after taking two steps, the young man fell to the ground again. This time he fell, but he didn't get up immediately. It took a long time before he gritted his teeth and stood up.
When he stood up, his whole body was already wet with sweat.
"The sound...is still going on..." The young man didn't care about his physical condition or his own weakness. He still walked in the direction of the sound, step after step.
I don't know how much time passed, but the young man walked out of the extremely dark place little by little, and slowly came to a sticky dark place.
"The sound... is getting closer..." The young man shook his body and raised his head.
He could clearly feel that he was getting closer and closer to the woman's call. It would not be long before he would reach her side.
Even so, he felt that the weight of his body was getting heavier and heavier, as if a mountain towering in the clouds was pressing on his back. Every step he took would leave deep footprints on the dark ground.
Although it was very heavy, the young man still did not stop, but continued to walk towards the sound.
"Who are you?" After walking for an unknown amount of time, the young man suddenly slowed down and then stopped. In front of his eyes, a woman in red suddenly appeared.
The woman in red had an anxious look on her face, and the exhaustion on her face was extremely strong.
"Zhang Fan..." When the young man saw the woman in red, the woman in red also saw him.
The two eyes looked at each other at this moment. Bloody tears flowed from the eyes of the woman in red, and a pale smile gradually appeared on her face.
"I finally found you..." The woman in red slowly took a step forward and reached out her hand to touch the young man.
"Who are you?" The young man looked wary and did not let the woman in red touch him. He couldn't help but take a step back and distanced himself from her.
"Zhang Fan..." Seeing the young man avoiding her, the woman in red's heart stung to the extreme. Her tears could no longer be suppressed and she let them out completely.
"Zhang Fan...I am Feng Hui...I love you the most...Feng Hui!" The woman in red is none other than someone who went deep into the unknown to search for... Feng Hui by Zhang Fan.
Feng Hui cried bitterly and her body kept shaking. Because she found that Zhang Fan didn't recognize her anymore. Look at yourself like a stranger.
This cold and terrifying look broke Feng Hui's heart.
"Zhang Fan... don't be afraid, I won't hurt you... I'll take you... home!!" Feng Hui wiped away her tears and strode forward. Go hug Zhang Fan.
"I don't know you...you got the wrong person..." Zhang Fan was dodging and evading.
"I'll take you...home!" Feng Hui knew that Zhang Fan's loss of memory must not have been his own will, and it was most likely due to the influence of this dark world.
In this case, it is even more important to take him back. Maybe by taking him back, Zhang Fan might think of himself?
There was not much time left for Feng Hui, and she could clearly feel that her body was gradually weakening.
This is the sequelae of the destruction of the spiritual position. She didn't have to destroy her spiritual status. But she was forced to do so.
If he doesn't do it, he will be threatened by the red-clothed ghost sent by Mr. Hu, and then... Zhang Fan will die completely and will never be able to recover.
