"Shijun."

A sound suddenly sounded in my ears.

Ethereal and crisp.

This is the voice of the God Son of White Mist.

It was as if she was right behind her, breathing alive.

Xicheng Style raised his head, turned a deaf ear, and continued to walk inward.

"Shijun! Don't go forward any longer! There is the Abyss of the Yellow Springs in front... If you go forward any further, you won't be able to come back."

The anxious and crisp voice of the Godson of White Mist circled in his ears.

It seems that I am really worried about the Xicheng-style situation.

Even Xicheng style was a little dazed, when he opened his eyes again-

In front of me is a deep and bottomless abyss.

Below are the whispers of resentful and sinister resentful spirits.

The Xicheng style has a feeling that if you go further, your soul may be really sucked into it.

Falling into the underworld, you can never look back.

"Look back quickly...Look back quickly."

Seeing Xicheng style stopping, the voice of the White Mist God Son became even more rapid and crazy!

“…” Xicheng style.

Without hesitation, he took another step forward!

In a moment—

The sky was spinning, and everything became what it was just now.

The ruined Hose Shrine, the sky with a scarlet aura.

"Is it really an illusion?"

Xicheng style muttered to himself.

Everything was an illusion just now.

In fact, similar to the illusion just now, Xicheng style has experienced it no less than three times.

The sudden sound of acquaintances in his ears made him subconsciously want to look back at the beginning.

But he forced himself to resist the desire to turn back with his own concentration.

It was Rina Asagawa at first.

Then there is Qiansha, Nishicheng...

Then there is the Son of White Mist...

Even Kawano Yayin, Kawano Ryoko, Kitagawa Temple and others came.

The reasons are ever-changing, but only one remains unchanged.

Then let the Xicheng style turn back.

The noise in my ears became louder and louder.

Even some memories and some people appeared in their previous lives.

Nishijo style was completely inaudible, and followed the traces of fog in Nizawa Baoyu and walked towards the depths of the shrine.

Gradually, the sound in my ears became louder and louder, as if I was about to tear my eardrums apart.

"..." Xichengshi frowned and reached out to touch his ear.

On his fingers, there was a bright blood mark.

It turned out that his ears had already oozed out of blood.

Xicheng style shaking his head.

Ignore his ears.

Anyway, there is also death energy that can be repaired afterwards, so keep it like this.

He continued to walk forward.

step.

Two steps.

For some reason, this time when he walked forward, the sound in his ear gradually dissipated.

In the end, everything disappeared.

Only the sound of his footsteps moving forward was left.

It was as if the whole world was left with only Xicheng style.

This made Xichengshi couldn't help but shake her head.

Of course he wouldn't think that this would end simply.

He could even feel the danger of Huangquan... he was about to show it in front of him.

"Why..."

The Xicheng style breathed out and looked at the pale white mist in front.

The tingling sensation of ears is just a trivial matter, and what he couldn't accept the most was the pain in his soul.

Yes, those sounds just now not only targeted the body, but also had an impact on the soul.

But even so... I still have to go forward.

Xicheng style raised his feet and took a step forward.

Next second—

White arms gushed out from all directions.

Yes...

These arms twisted and squirmed, grabbing them like living things.

Xicheng style moved his feet and wanted to dodge.

But who knows that these arms did not affect his body, but penetrated directly through his body.

Next moment—

An unimaginable soul pain came out.

Xicheng Style immediately understood.

These arms... are things that act directly on the soul.

Moreover, when they grabbed their arms, Xichengshi clearly felt that his soul seemed to be missing.

"Is this what Nizawa Baoyuri means?"

Xicheng style suddenly realized.

‘As long as you walk into the shrine torii, it is equivalent to entering the underworld, and your soul will be worn out bit by bit and forget many things.’

Is this what is called the soul being worn out?

Looking at the overwhelming arms, Xicheng-style shook his head.

If he was brought to each of these things... even if he had the original Xicheng style owner and the soul of two people in his previous life... he probably wouldn't be able to support it for long.

Although Nizawa Baoyu could recover his memory afterwards, Nishijo Shi was unwilling to be caught by this thing.

But these arms act directly on the soul.

Even if you die, you can't drive away these arms.

Therefore, Xichengshi can only avoid these arms that attack out of thin air at its own speed.

But there are too many arms in the air.

Even in the West City style, it is difficult to avoid them all.

Accompanied by the tingling sensation on the soul, Xicheng-style stumbled through the arm group.

"call..."

Xicheng style breathed a sigh of relief.

The feeling of emptiness in the soul made him feel powerless.

And... there seems to be something wrong with memory.

The faces of the White Mist God Son and Nishicheng Qiansha in the memory seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, and they could not be recalled no matter what.
To be continued...