Lost Narrative Poetry

Murong Ziying's expression was very ugly. He flew with his sword and rose into the air. After leaving the house, what he saw was not the outline of Chenzhou City that should appear.

Instead, it was filled with mist, deep night, and an extremely strange scenery. He could see various building ruins below. It was a black city ruins, which seemed to be the ruins of Chenzhou City that had been destroyed for countless years...

Although he still insisted that these were all fake, he just couldn't see where the problem was because everything was so real.

Murong Ziying did not waver easily, but continued to fly with the sword. The speed of the sword was hundreds of miles away, and she left the black ruins of the city in an instant.

Outside is a dark land shrouded in night. You can see dry rivers and huge rocks in the distance, as well as dark and stretching mountain peaks. You can continue to look far away above the desolate scene, and you can even see something at the end of the horizon. Clouds as heavy as lead.

It seemed like a huge storm surrounded the entire world, plunging the entire world into a demonic realm.

Dead silence.

Weird.

Cold.

It seemed that, unbeknownst to him, the world was undergoing a great change, the world was ending in darkness, and everything was reduced to ashes. Everything had reached the end of despair, everything was covered by darkness, and everyone died of despair.

The expression on the Sword Immortal's face became more and more stern, and a flash of emotion flashed deep in his eyes. However, he still said nothing. He just tried his best to activate the sword light, spread out his consciousness to scan the sky and the earth, and moved forward at the fastest speed. Flying wildly.

However, he then roared thousands of miles along the way, and saw the ruins of towns and villages that he was familiar with or unfamiliar with, and the ruins of various scenery after destruction. Murong Ziying stayed for a while, and even went down in person. After some exploration.

But the more he confirmed it like this, the more his heart sank.

So true.

In other words, there is no falsehood at all.

This is simply a real world where heaven and earth are at the end of the law.

Although Murong Ziying was reluctant to admit it, he was indeed shaken. There is no way not to be shaken, because all his sensory feedback is telling him that this is the real external environment, not some illusion.

It is not easy to stick to your own ideas. When one person says you are wrong, you may not take it seriously. When two people say you are wrong, you may sneer. When three people say you are wrong, you are equally likely. Dismissive...

But when more and more people deny you, it is often difficult for you to stick to your original ideas. Of course, you will doubt yourself whether you are wrong.

Compared with "the whole world has a problem", it is always more credible to suspect that "you have a problem". When the whole world is denying you, your confidence that you are not wrong will of course be shaken.

This is the current situation, and Murong Ziying will inevitably be affected. This is not a question of whether the Taoist heart is firm or not - a firm Taoist heart should mean that there is no doubt about the path one wants to take, no regrets, and It doesn’t mean refusing to believe things you don’t want to accept.

The sword has escaped for thousands of miles again. If it continues like this, it will return to the Kunlun Mountains. However, Murong Ziying still found nothing. Only darkness covers the earth, and everything has been reduced to ashes. Everything he saw was hopeless black.

He still insisted that none of this was real, but if it was an illusion, it would be too scary.

After pausing in the air for a while, gritting his teeth, the swordsman finally turned around and returned the same way, speeding along the way. Continuing to wander outside like this has no practical meaning other than making myself more and more confused.

If he wanted to break the situation, it would be most feasible to start from the place just now, and he did not trust those people to act alone.

But at this moment, Murong Ziying was a little worried about whether she could return to the original place. After all, they were already deeply involved in the situation. It was impossible for the mastermind behind the scenes to not intervene all the time, right?

He didn't know that when he subconsciously worried about such things, the fluctuations in his heart were reflected in this vast dream, and spread, as if a star had fallen on the water. The stones splashed into circles of ripples.

But when it hits the shore, the ripples will reflect back in circles. At that time, something will really start to happen, and once he has more violent mood swings because of those things, he will further causing a chain reaction——

More violent ripples rippled out, and then continued to reflect back. Until the situation became more serious, the entire water surface became completely turbulent, and even violent storms rolled up...

In other words, the more he worries about something, the more corresponding phenomena will appear.

But in the final analysis, the reflected projection is caused by the fluctuation of his own inner image. It is something he is worried about and fears. Just like punching a wall, his own fist will be injured.

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"Miss Han, we'd better wait until Master Ziying comes back before making a decision..."

"But he has been gone for a long time. We can't just wait here and do nothing, right?"

"Well...but Master Ziying has reached the level of Qi-turned-sword, and he is the most powerful person among us..."

In the deserted and dark courtyard, Han Lingsha and Huaishuo had a little argument. The reason was because a certain swordsman said he went to see the specific situation, but ended up leaving and never came back. He didn't know what happened. matter.

So Han Lingsha felt that she couldn't wait any longer and had to take action. She couldn't just sit back and wait for death. This place looked so weird. But Huaishuo thought that he shouldn't be so rash, and it was better to wait where his uncle came back.

The two of them insisted on their own opinions, and the others also frowned, some not knowing how to make a decision, because both Han Lingsha and Huaishuo's statements seemed to have their own reasons.

"Then let's make a compromise. If you wait another quarter of an hour, if your uncle doesn't come back, then we can't waste time here anymore..."

In the end, it was Han Lingsha who suggested it. She didn't want to conflict with the important combat power of the team at such a critical time. In that case, it would be unwise, and Huaishuo thought about it and agreed.

The current situation is unclear, but all fools know that they must have been tricked, as if they were trapped in a haunted mansion that has been abandoned for a long time. Before, they were cautious not to make a sound for fear of being discovered by the people in the house.

Now, no matter how loud they speak, no one will come to check. There seems to be nothing here, and everything has been dead for countless years.

The surroundings were dark and desolate, without any life.

The stars and moon in the sky were also obscured by thick dark clouds. They seemed to be looming, but in fact they never appeared again. The darkness and grayness not only made people feel extremely depressed, but also made people have to do something to confirm the current time. Less than.

Only the room next to everyone was quite new and complete. It was spotless inside, and there was still candlelight shining through it. It looked extremely strange and out of place in this abandoned house...

Han Lingsha also felt that this kind of environment made her feel uncomfortable. In addition, the cold young swordsman was gone forever, so she wanted to leave here as soon as possible.

She had obviously walked through the Huainan royal tombs where there were endless ghosts and evil spirits. Such a gloomy and strange scene, and there was no real threat or danger, she shouldn't be moved.

However, she just felt that this place was particularly depressing, and the silence was filled with a creepy atmosphere. Under the psychological pressure brought by auto-suggestion, she always felt that this place was much scarier than the danger-ridden Huainan Royal Tomb.

Others obviously think so too. They would rather have something really pop out than endure this kind of invisible depression and fear here all the time. After all, dealing with clearly visible dangers and threats is better than this kind of slow and slow attack. The suffocating eerie atmosphere is much more comfortable.

Soon, a quarter of an hour passed.

Of course, Murong Ziying, who was worried that she would not be able to come back, did not come back.

Everyone waited patiently for a while, but there was still no change. Now let alone Huaishuo, not even Xuanji could say anything. And the two of them did start to waver. Could it be that their uncle had encountered some trouble and was now fighting alone?

If I and others take action, they may be able to destroy the conspiracy of the mastermind behind the scenes and work together inside and outside to help Uncle Ziying break the situation. If they keep waiting here stupidly, they really can't do anything.

"Regardless of whether we will be separated or not, let's go out and take a look now..." Han Lingsha was also unsure and pointed at the courtyard wall.

Others have no objections. After all, Murong Ziying said she wanted to go out and have a look instead of exploring the deserted mansion that suddenly changed beyond recognition. She has not come back until now. If it is to be on the safe side, it is best for everyone to go out and look for it first. Better to find one.

This ghost place is really weird. No one thought it would be so vicious before entering.

Han Lingsha climbed over the tall courtyard wall with light and dexterous movements and landed on the street outside without making any sound. She glanced at the empty street and found that there was no change in Chenzhou City at night.

The street was empty, and the houses on both sides were dark. Only a few houses were illuminated, no different from before.

Nothing different? Could it be that, in fact, something like the illusionary array was specifically aimed at the sword fairy from before? Are these little shrimps like you not taken seriously by the other party at all?

Han Lingsha made such an inference. When she turned around, she didn't find anyone else climbing over the wall, and she couldn't help but frown.

"..."

"..."

The girl in red suddenly found that the surroundings were eerily quiet. Just now, she was worried that she would be separated from everyone as soon as she climbed over the wall. She found that her worries seemed to have come true...

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The sun shines and spring fills the peaks.

In a simple pine wood house, a boy in animal skin clothing with handsome features and resolute eyes crossed his arms and sat on his familiar bed. He looked at the familiar scene in front of him, frowned, and realized that things were not simple.

Yun Tianhe didn't know why, but he was just following Lingsha over the courtyard wall. He was distracted for a moment, and in a daze, he actually returned to the wooden house on Qingluan Peak.

Moreover, the Lingsha in front was also missing, and a large group of people around them were all gone. I don’t know where they went.

Faced with such a bizarre situation, even a savage on the top of the mountain would naturally feel surprised and uncertain subconsciously. It is impossible to accept it so heartlessly...

"Ho ho ho..."

At this time, a low roar of some wild beast suddenly came from outside.

"Mountain Boar!"

Yun Tianhe's eyes suddenly shone, he looked around, reflexively picked up his long bow and rushed out.