Liu Qinghuan huddled in the cave with a simple map in his hand, staring blankly at the continuous rain of blood outside the protective formation.
The environment of Bugui Ruins is so bad, it’s almost the same as Yousi Underworld Prison, isn’t it? It’s not that there are no plants and trees on the mountain, on the contrary, there are quite a lot of them, but they all look like they are showing their teeth and claws, as if they are eerie and terrifying in a weird dream.
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Fortunately, he didn't go forward in the rain, because not long ago he caught a glimpse of something in the bloody rain, but through the dense rain curtain and the sound of rain, he couldn't see clearly what the other person looked like.
Even by common sense, you can tell that it's probably not a good thing.
Liu Qinghuan sighed. He didn't know where Yunzheng was now. He hoped he could meet him on the road.
The place he was going to was a place called General's Tomb, and it was said that the teleportation circle was nearby.
But the General's Tomb is deep in the Bugui Ruins, and the location where he came in was a bit off and far away.
The Bugui Ruins is only open for one month, and the way out is to crush the ball. Therefore, the ball is extremely important. If it is lost, you will either have to steal someone else's, or you will have to stay here forever.
Thinking about how deep the energy of death and hostility is here, if you stay there for a long time, you may slowly lose your mind and turn into a violent ghost.
The bloody rain continued for more than two hours before it slowly stopped, but the sky was still terrifyingly gloomy. I don't know if it has always been like this.
There were wisps of black and red mist gathering in the sky, which made Liu Qinghuan frown.
He confirmed the direction in mid-air, carefully avoiding the mist and flew to the west.
He crossed a fast-flowing blood river and passed through mountain peaks that were both half-high and medium-high. He didn't dare to go any faster because he didn't want to run into those strange-looking fog.
From time to time, various strange sounds come from the wind, and sometimes a sudden shrill scream can scare people half to death.
Fortunately, Liu Qinghuan's mind was firm and he was not caught off guard like when he first entered, and his mood was affected by these sounds. But he did not dare to relax. He held the ghost torture stick tightly in his hand and remained vigilant at all times.
Another gust of wind blew, and Liu Qinghuan suddenly felt chills all over his body!
A cloud of mist not far away from him was churning violently, as if something was about to rush out, and it rushed towards him with the wind.
Liu Qinghuan recited the magic spell, and the runes on the ghost stick in his hand lit up one by one, and he drew it with one stroke!
There was a long wailing sound in the wind, and after the mist was scattered by the ghost torture stick, it quickly condensed into a ball and was encouraged to surround him again.
"What the hell is this!" Liu Qinghuan was extremely depressed and kept dodging. The ghost stick flashed with golden runes, one stick after another. It took a while before the fog could no longer gather.
Liu Qinghuan gasped and stopped. In this Ruins of No Return, the movement of spiritual power seemed to be suppressed, not as smooth as outside. After a little use, he felt tired.
After that, Liu Qinghuan looked at six directions, avoiding the black and red flowing mist from a distance. Not every flowing mist could move, but it was more dangerous because of it.
After a while, the sky became darker and darker. There was no sun, moon or stars here. It was too dangerous to travel at night, so Liu Qinghuan was ready to find a place to rest.
Suddenly there was a deep piano sound in the wind.
He didn't pay attention at first, because there were too many sounds in the wind here. Although he couldn't block out the six senses, he allowed himself to ignore all these sounds.
Now with the sound of the piano, those fragmentary whispers and ghostly cries have all receded, and in the silence, only the whimpering sound of the piano can be heard, as if coming from an extremely distant place.
Then a desolate voice sounded along with the piano:
I have left in the past, and the willows are still there.
Now I come to think about it, it rains and snows incessantly.
Ask Li people, how old are the four seasons in the mountains?
Those who know me say that I am worried.
Those who don’t know me can’t tell me what I want.
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Liu Qinghuan listened intently and was shocked: He actually understood!
Compared with other sounds, although this music is sad, it does not disturb the mind. The former is malicious, but the latter is someone sighing.
Seeing that it was getting dark, he couldn't help but be curious, so he followed the music and searched forward. After turning around a low mountain, he saw a ruins in front of him.
The ruins are quite large, roughly the size of an abandoned town. Most of the houses in the town have collapsed, leaving behind walls of mud.
Liu Qinghuan's consciousness explored every corner, and the sound of the piano came from here, but he could not find the specific location.
After discovering that there was no obvious danger, he landed on the overgrown stone road at the entrance of the town.
The crooning voice sounded again:
The sky and the earth are long, and my heart is troubled.
Stay together for a long time and ask for nothing else.
I asked Zheng, where can I look at the countryside where it is dry and luxuriant?
Decline, decline, Hu Bugui?
Decline, decline, Hu Bugui?
This is a poem that looks forward to the return of soldiers from the army. It is accompanied by the sad and desolate music of the piano, which makes people feel the urge to cry when listening to it.
Although Liu Qinghuan remained vigilant, he was still infected by the emotions in the tune.
As the words "Weakness, decline, Hu Bugui" were heard again and again, the dilapidated town in front of us seemed to go backwards in time. The mud walls that had fallen to the ground were re-erected, and the collapsed tiles flew back to the roof.
When the first person opened the door and walked out, Liu Qinghuan flashed and hid behind a tall yellow jujube tree at the entrance of the town.
Everyone came out, shops opened one after another, and various stalls were set up.
The people here are neatly dressed and have a peaceful demeanor, obviously living a prosperous life.
Liu Qinghuan watched from a distance and felt that everything in front of him was extremely shocking.
He remembered the legend of Bugui Ruins: this is a place cursed by time.
Suddenly, I felt a gust of wind blowing from behind. Liu Qinghuan moved his feet and moved aside.
A leather ball sewn with animal skin hit the yellow oak tree, bounced to the ground and rolled several times.
"Look, you kicked the ball too far again!" A little boy of seven or eight years old ran over, picked up the ball, and shouted to an even smaller girl following behind him: "Kick the ball too far again, and I won't let you play.
Got it!"
When the little girl heard this, her eyes immediately started to water, and she was ready to cry.
"Don't cry! If you cry, I won't let you play! Okay, okay, here you go." The little boy looked helpless and pushed the ball over.
Liu Qinghuan watched the two children running away with deep eyes. He had been standing beside them just now.
Everyone here, except for the little boy, their bodies are just shaking shadows.
At this time, dozens of unexpected figures suddenly appeared at the entrance of the town. They were wearing iron armor and holding spears, as if they had just come off the battlefield and were full of blood.
The whole town was boiling, the streets were abuzz, and people were running home in panic.
However, these soldiers didn't care that there were so many, and quickly drove all the men in the town under the yellow oak tree, including a boy who looked to be fourteen or fifteen years old.
After a scene of parting and death, the boy suppressed tears and disappeared at the entrance of the village.
Time seems to be speeding up, and the trees in the town are turning green and yellow, and yellow and green again.
Liu Qinghuan watched the little girl who had grown up to come to the yellow oak tree year after year to stop and look around, murmuring the ballad he had heard before, slowly growing old, and then died in the sudden war.
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People in the town fled and died. The houses were soon deserted and weeds grew on the stone roads.
Years passed by, and no one knew how many years had passed. A young man covered in blood fell down at the street corner. When he saw the ruins of the town, he let out a desperate cry.
Liu Qinghuan and Dingqing looked around and saw that this man was the boy from before, but he had become an immortal cultivator.
The sound of the piano comes again.
Decline, decline, Hu Bugui?
Decline, decline, Hu Bugui?
Everything in front of him slowly disappeared and returned to the ruins that Liu Qinghuan first saw. Then he found the man playing the piano and singing.
His body showed the unique virtual and real state of the soul. He placed his hand on the guqin in front of him and looked up at Liu Qinghuan.