The dark room was full of moisture, and strange noises could be heard in the corners, as if rats were crawling.
Xu Xian woke up lying on the old wooden table. His head felt faintly tingling, and his memory was briefly confused.
Where am I...
In the end what happened……
There was a strange smell in his nose, but he didn't feel uncomfortable at all, as if he had already gotten used to it.
Xu Xian recalled the last scene before he fell into coma. He vaguely remembered that he seemed to be on the streets of the capital. At that time, thick fog filled the air and extremely terrifying monsters appeared.
After a long time, he felt better, and then he started groping on the table.
Xu Xian searched for a long time and found Huozhezi and a candle lantern.
After he tried several times, a faint light came on in the room.
The furnishings in the house are very simple, the walls are showing signs of decay, and the wooden furniture is in tatters. No wonder it emits a strange smell.
Just looking at the furnishings, this place looks a bit like my hometown, but the details are slightly different.
Xu Xian stood up. Perhaps due to the lack of blood circulation caused by squatting for a long time, he accidentally knocked the porcelain bowl on the table to the ground.
A clear voice sounded.
He subconsciously looked towards his feet and suddenly froze in place.
I saw densely packed porcelain bowl fragments covering almost the entire ground, and it could be seen that most of the patterns on them were the same.
Xu Xian saw that some of the porcelain pieces were stained with blood, and he couldn't help but bend down to check.
When the index finger touched it, he accidentally applied too much force, and the skin was immediately cut open, and blood flowed out, dyeing several pieces of porcelain under his feet red.
Xu Xian's eyes were in a trance, and he was still confused as to where he was and why he felt a lingering familiar feeling in his heart.
He instinctively raised his arm, hesitated for a moment and then pulled up his sleeves. He saw something seemed to be engraved on his skin.
Seeing this, Xu Xian quickly moved the candle lamp over, and the marks on his skin were clearly revealed.
The two lines of scars go deep into the flesh, showing the amount of force used when carving them in.
"do not forget."
"Try to get out."
Cold sweat suddenly broke out on Xu Xian's forehead. Who carved the writing on his arm? It couldn't be him...
This thought was like opening Pandora's box. His whole body trembled, and many strange memories flooded into his mind.
It seems that every once in a while, he wakes up and loses his memory...
Xu Xian doesn't know when he will be unconscious next time, so he must hurry up, otherwise he will never find a chance to escape.
It can be seen from the porcelain shards on the ground that he must have experienced it more than once or twice. It seems that after each reincarnation, the damaged items in the house are restored to integrity.
Xu Xian looked around, and his eyes fell on the window in the house, but it was nailed and closed by several wooden boards.
When he came to the window and was about to remove the wooden boards, he saw that the corner not far away was filled with discarded wooden boards, which showed that he had tried it more than once.
This made him hesitate, wondering if he would be too reckless if he would pass out if he opened the window.
At this moment, the wooden board made a creaking sound.
Xu Xian was so excited that he unconsciously used some strength on his arm, and suddenly the window cracked a gap.
He couldn't help but put his eyes into the crack and looked outside, and his pupils suddenly dilated.
There was a yellowish mist outside, like the afterglow that appears when the sun sets, silent and with a little unknown fear.
What shocked Xu Xian the most was that he was now above the clouds.
Although there is no sun, you can see two purple-red moons hanging high in the sky at a glance, emitting a scorching light.
He was eager to know the situation he was in, so he didn't care so much and started to remove the wooden boards on the window.
The window was pushed open from the inside out, and a fierce strong wind came towards him. If Xu Xian hadn't had Ming Jin added to his body, he would have been blown out.
The place where Xu Xian is now is an extremely large building with a silver-white surface, and densely packed windows can be seen on it.
He looked down and found many windows open, and there were people doing the same posture as Xu Xian.
Those people were men, women, old and young. They had fear on their faces, and they jumped from the height partly because of a mental breakdown.
Xu Xian closed the window again. He breathed heavily to calm down, and then his eyes fell on the wooden door, which seemed to be the only way out.
Without leaving any room for suspicion, he stepped toward the door, only to open the wooden door with a push.
There were stairs in front of me, but there was no light at all. The temperature was far colder than in the room, and it was even colder to the core.
Xu Xian picked up a candle and illuminated it. He couldn't see the difference under the stairs. There was only darkness, and strange sounds could be vaguely heard from below.
After hesitating for a moment, he returned to the house and wrapped the quilt around himself to resist the cold.
Then he walked down, the stairs spiraling downwards as if there was no end, and only the light in his hand could dispel part of the haze.
I don't know how long it took, but the oil in the candle lamp was almost exhausted, and the light became dim. This undoubtedly intensified the fear in Xu Xian's heart.
He began to use cotton wool from the quilt instead of lamp oil. After walking a while, he suddenly seemed to step on something.
Xu Xian looked down and saw a corpse also wrapped in a quilt lying not far away.
After he carefully turned the body over with his feet, he was so frightened that his clothes were soaked with sweat.
The corpse was exactly that of another person who looked the same as himself, but he had been dead for a long time and most of his body had rotted away.
Xu Xian staggered down and his expression became confused. The candle light was quickly extinguished and darkness enveloped his body.
Along the way, he didn't know how many corpses he stepped on. He just felt that his heart became extremely numb, and he repeated the walking movements mechanically.
Suddenly, there was a strange sound in the silent darkness, like something crawling rapidly.
Xu Xian couldn't help but tremble all over. After all, there was only endless darkness in front of him. The fear did not make him collapse just because he was used to the environment he was in.
The sound was getting closer and closer, Xu Xian put on a defensive posture and prepared to meet the enemy, but the sound disappeared in an instant, and the surroundings seemed to have returned to the previous silence.
Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, something rushed towards him.
The body fell on the steps.
In the room, Xu Xian woke up again. He only felt pain in his head.
When he regained consciousness, he stood up and accidentally knocked the porcelain bowl on the table.
The cycle continues.
The living people are in the underworld, and the world is empty.
Welcome to the edge of the underworld…
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