Chapter 38 "Ever Dark"

Xiao Fengbei squatted there. Under her body, the abyss was dark and lightless, like a quagmire, and like a mirror, reflecting Feng Bei's helpless shadow.

The floodwaters were still pouring down, like waterfalls on all sides.

The white carp squirmed crazily in the water, and the human faces howled with hunger.

But when all the carp groups fell into the pitch-black abyss, they seemed to fall into another space, leaving only circles and ripples before disappearing strangely.

Under Fengbei's feet, it was like a bottomless black hole, swallowing everything.

Red flowers stretched out from the darkness, connected into one piece, twisted strangely, and wrapped around Fengbei's feet.

The area around Fengbei seems to be two different worlds from the flooded Baili Village.

Even the heavy rain in the sky suddenly stopped when it fell in the air, and hung in the air, turning into black water droplets.

The sky was getting darker, and even the pouring rain was dyeing it an inky black color.

The style of painting suddenly changes, and everything in front of you seems to have turned into an ink painting, which seems real and illusion, and fake yet real.

bass.

The "ink world" is like an invisible light curtain, centered on Fengbei and spreading outward.

In an instant, before Zheng Xiu's eyes, his style changed drastically.

He looked at his palm in shock, and when he waved it slightly, five slender and twisted shadows appeared on the edge of his palm, as hazy as an illusion.

The painting style is as magnificent as a painting, but it gives Zheng Xiu an inexplicable sense of coldness.

【You are about to enter ‘Eternal Darkness’.】

【You are polluted by ‘dirty soil’.】

[Produce passive will judgment.]

Often dark?

dirt?

Holding back the increasingly fierce beating in his chest, Zheng Xiu's head felt dizzy. Looking at the two new terms, it was difficult to think.

His forehead itched, and a bloody dice popped out of his head, spinning around Zheng Xiu out of thin air, like a living thing.

【sixteen.】

【Resistance successful.】

But the matter is not over yet.

【You continue to be polluted by ‘dirty soil’. 】

[Produce passive will judgment.]

【Four.】

【Resistance failed.】

【Will minus one.】

[You continue to be polluted by ‘dirty soil’...]

It was determined again and again that Zheng Xiu's will had been inexplicably contaminated and had dropped below thirty.

Thin threads of blood crawled up Zheng Xiu's field of vision like spider webs.

It was faint at first, but as the willpower became lower and lower, the bloodshot eyes became more and more conspicuous.

Zheng Xiu's eyes seemed to have an extra layer of "cobweb" filter, and the world was completely different.

Bo~

Zheng Xiu felt more and more pain in his chest.

broken.

"Sagasaksaksh—"

A shrill scream echoed through the dark night.

The blood vessel in Mr. Zheng's chest finally burst open, but what spurted out from the burst place was not blood, but wisps of light black breath.

Black energy surged in Zheng Xiu's chest, condensing into a rotten bird.

It's a prison bird!

Since Zheng Xiu passively "captured" the caged sparrow in the doorway, apart from the abnormality on the surface of his body, Zheng Xiu has had no other discomforts. Instead, he has realized the ability of [projection], so that during these days, he plays trumpets in the ghost world and interacts with the Treasure King. The mingling made Mr. Zheng gradually forget about the existence of this bird.

The first time he stayed in a village house, Zheng Xiu had his neck broken by the crazy Feng Bei's father. The stinging pain in his chest reminded Zheng Xiu who was hanging up. Zheng Xiu felt at that time that the bird should serve as a reminder.

Now, the rotten bird flaps its wings and flies high into the sky with a shrill cry, then swoops down and disappears on the top of Master Zheng's Tianling Canopy.

The blood vessels in his chest were still pulsing, and the blood flowing in them was no longer bright red. Dark lines followed the blood vessels and spread all over Zheng Xiu's body in an instant.

Zheng Xiu's mind returned to clarity, the dice no longer produced judgments, and the four tiger teeth were slightly stretched out and sharpened.

There was a sharp pain in the left shoulder blade, and Zheng Xiu tried hard.

Bo~

The wings unfolded, the bone feathers separated, Zheng Xiushu opened the wings, and the "feathers" falling from them were like drops of ink, drawing shadow-like trajectories in the void.

Zheng Xiu flapped his wings and easily escaped from the flood, hanging in the air.

"This is?"

All the changes were beyond Master Zheng's expectations. He even forgot that he was in a ghost for a while, and curiously manipulated the dark wings and curled up in front of him.

He stretched out his hand and touched it, and when his fingers passed through it, it turned out that the black wings were not real.

"Damn it, me and that bird... have merged?"

A ridiculous idea flashed through Zheng Xiu's mind.

The second thought was: He can fly!

The third thought is: Am I becoming a birdman?

With his mind spinning, Zheng Xiu's eyes narrowed and he looked down from the air.

Below, the red flowers are as bright as blood. Thousands of bloody flowers are wrapped around Feng Bei's body, dragging her into the dark mirror.

Looking down from Zheng Xiu's perspective, the original shape of Baili Village has long since disappeared.

The red of the flowers, the white of the fish, and the black of the water form an ink painting with distinct colors.

The red flowers formed huge tentacles, curling towards Zheng Xiu in the sky.

Although the red flowers were beautiful, Zheng Xiu's brows were twitching, and a chill filled his heart.

【intuition】.

Danger!

Although Zheng Xiu didn't know why all of this happened, and he didn't know what the red flowers, the abyss, the everlasting darkness, and the filthy soil were, the current situation told him intuitively that it was extremely dangerous, and whether he could pass it quickly or not, success or failure depended on this.

"Brother Zheng! You..."

Zheng Xiu's posture was not upright and upright, and was even exactly the same as the "evil" described in the scroll legend. Wang Cangyun was eaten by white carps in the dark flood and was already dying. Seeing Zheng Xiu's weird behavior, he was even more shocked.

He spat out half a mouthful of blood, and the word "wrong payment" seemed to be written on his shocked face.

"Little Lord!"

At this time, Wang Cangyun saw at Feng Bei's feet, in the darkness like a quagmire, a weak hand stretched out and then sank down again. In an instant, Wang Cangyun exclaimed and stopped struggling, let alone wishful thinking.

Brother Zheng was dragging hundreds of white carp like leeches on his body. Without hesitation, he jumped into the abyss!

Plop!

Wang Cangyun was covered in blood and flesh, and fell into the "water" with a roar.

There was only a faint ripple left around Feng Bei.

More red flowers stretched out. Feng Bei raised his head and looked blankly at the empty place beside him. Under his disheveled hair, his left eye was empty and lifeless.

She allowed the tentacle-like flowers to drag her in.

sink.

sink.

sink.

Feng Bei hugged his knees tightly.

Zheng Xiu flew high into the sky.

At this moment, he truly understood what a "ghost" was. It was obviously just an ordinary rainstorm, but as Zheng Xiu ascended into the sky, the "black" seemed to be real, squeezing towards Zheng Xiu crazily.

soon.

Zheng Xiu hit an invisible barrier and spun back to the sky above Baili Village.
To be continued...