After a night's rest, the three of them were in better spirits. However, there were still bloody bandages wrapped around their bodies.

"Let's go, it's about to end." Mr. Liu took a deep breath with a look of disillusionment.

""Eight Immortals" is waving to me." Ye Yimu didn't care about Mr. Liu's "fearlessness" and was obviously in a good mood.

Ye'er didn't say a word from behind. She had long been used to her young lady's unequal dialogue.

The three of them were walking on the road. The road was full of potholes and tatters. The monster's rampage and destructive power yesterday was really shocking.

At noon, a strange sight appeared in front of a group of people

A vast and flat space, with only mud and sand on the road. There is not a tree on the gray ground, no, it should be said, not even a blade of grass...

Weird, spooky, scary

Xiaobai in his arms kept shouting "gu...gu...gu" and twisted his body vigorously, trying to express something

Before Ye Yimu could ask more questions, he saw Mr. Liu next to him kneeling on the ground, with the corners of his mouth twitching and choking.

"It's here... it's here"

...

It seemed that this was the final battlefield. Ye Yimu lowered his head and touched Xiaobai in his arms, "Is this here?"

Xiaobai shook his chubby body and nodded, "Gu...Gu"

Xiaobai shook his short tail and rubbed Ye Yimu's palm, "Cuckoo..." and then froze his body.

Ye Yimu's eyes followed the direction pointed by Xiaobai's tail

There is a small shadow in the center of the flat ground, a red shadow... That shadow is almost negligible.

Ye Yimu smiled slightly and put down Xiaobai. His eyes scanned the surroundings.

There was nothing around, as if chaotic time and space were intertwined. Ye Yimu casually grabbed a handful of stones from the ground and threw them forward.

The land that looked like sand slowly swallowed up the fallen stones, and not a single one was left...

Ye Yimu looked at the scene in front of him and felt a chill in his heart. This meant that the entire so-called land in front of him was a swamp. As long as he took a step forward, he would be slowly swallowed up. In the end, he would die from lack of oxygen.

What does this mean? You can’t get it just by looking at it? If you want to get it, you have to die? You may not be able to get it even if you die?...

Mr. Liu on the side was still immersed in his own thoughts. The expression on Ye'er's face was ugly. He never imagined that things would be like this.

"Miss, this..." Using Qinggong to get it is just seeking death. Not to mention the distance, there is no helper. Ye'er can only look at Ye Yimu, her young lady is too smart, maybe she can think of a way.

"There is no way" and he is not a god, Ye Yimu also has a look of helplessness

She sat on the ground, picked up the pebbles next to her, and pushed them forward, one after another...

Ye'er looked at her young lady's coherent movements, and her doubts became even greater. Since she couldn't get it, she didn't retreat. Instead, she threw stones here to play... It's so leisurely.

"Let's play together." Ye Yimu threw out another stone in his hand, and looked up at the stunned Ye'er.

"Huh?" "Oh"

Although Ye'er couldn't guess what her young lady was thinking, she still did it. Maybe the young lady had an idea. Just like that, Ye'er sat down and turned on the stone-throwing mode.

In fact, Ye'er was completely wrong. Ye Yimu really had no choice. Her current actions could only be regarded as passing time, because she would definitely not go back unless she got the "Eight Immortals"

As a result, a strange scene appeared in the strange space: a man squatted on the spot and kept choking in his memories, and two women sat on the edge and kept throwing stones.

Time passed a quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour, three quarters of an hour...

A voice that did not belong to the weird atmosphere appeared
Chapter completed!