The holy light shone everywhere, soft and crystal clear, covering the entire black bamboo house, and even seeping out from the gaps between the black bamboos.
Looking from afar, it looks like hope derived from the abyss of hell.
Black bamboo house, beams of light splashing randomly.
Yang Zhi, who was carefully searching for a way back, noticed the movement in the black bamboo house, turned around and saw the snow-colored light reflected in his dark pupils.
The color of the light was like pure ice and snow in late winter. Across a river and thousands of corpses, Yang Zhi suddenly felt extremely comfortable, and his soul seemed to have been cleansed.
In the black bamboo house, in the gentle light, Qing Ge saw that a ray of white light exploded, and smoke swayed out from it like water ripples. In the upper air in front of Qing Ge, it condensed and merged to form eyebrows and facial features——
Snow-white gauze clothes, delicate face, and amazing bones, like flowers and jade, what is a monster? That is, there is no smoke and dust in the body, and it is so clean and holy that people cannot bear to blaspheme.
The man has white hair, silver eyes, and a dark blue water drop on his full forehead. He is lean and slender, with a tall figure, slender legs, rosy lips, dark eyebrows, bright eyes and white teeth, pure and pure, with bare feet and white legs.
There are two gold rings hanging on Yingying's ankles. As she walks, the morning breeze blows and the silver bells ring.
Difficult to distinguish between male and female——
He walked up to Qingge with bare feet, stretched out his hand, gently held Qingge's face, and suddenly leaned over, placing a kiss on her forehead like a dragonfly dripping water.
The wind is blowing, and the same snow-white hair is flying in the air, intertwined with ancient dreams.
"Thank you, human."
A clear and sweet voice, noble and indifferent.
Qingge took a step back, looked distant, and looked at him coldly, "It's just a deal for each of you, no need to say thank you."
"The Xuanming Cover is going to disappear, get out quickly." Nightmare said suddenly.
Qingge's eyes flickered, she glanced at the person in front of her, then stretched out her hand to grab his wrist, stepped on the Blood Demon Flower, and swept out.
The black bamboo door was heavily illuminated, and the red light released by the Xuanming Cover gradually disappeared. The arched red bridge constructed on the long river seemed to be following Qingge's footsteps, following behind Qingge, and quickly disappeared.
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When they reached the other side of the river, Qingge looked back and saw a red light flashing and disappearing in the decaying wind.
Seeing this, Qingge breathed a sigh of relief, and fortunately rushed out in time. This night's exploration of the black bamboo house was a huge gain.
"Little Master..."
Yang Zhi stood dumbly, looked at Qing Ge, and then looked at the person next to Qing Ge curiously. He was extremely confused. The young master was really magical. He only went in for a while and then he brought someone out?
Qingge followed Yang Zhi's line of sight and looked at the man with white hair and silver eyes. Her eyes couldn't help but look at his chest, as if something was not there...
man?
woman?
Qingge was a little embarrassed.
"Girl, my mission is to protect Penglai Wonderland for life, and this is also my belief. There is no difference whether you are a man or a woman." It was that beautiful voice again, like the sound of long music rising in the wind.
Qingge pursed her lips and looked towards him.
In her impression, only aventurine can be called clean, but too often, aventurine is too melancholy, and the person in front of her is like a tangled snow, as if, where she is,
It is dawn and hope.
"Penglai Wonderland? Is this the space we are in?" Qingge asked in surprise.
He nodded very gently, "Exactly."
Qingge turned her eyes and looked around. There was a fishy smell in the air. The dark color was like a tomb. The long river that should have been clear was full of corpses of monsters and people. There were thick bones and homeless souls everywhere.
ghost.
Where is there a little bit of fairy spirit?
He also looked around, with silver-white eyes, everything in his field of vision was dark. He looked at the corpse in the river, feeling sad, "It seems that it can no longer be called a fairyland."
"What about the people who are supposed to live here?" Yang Zhi suddenly interjected and asked.
Mentioning this, he chuckled and said: "Perhaps, they are all dead. It is because I am incompetent and cannot protect Penglai."
Yang Zhi was speechless.
"What's your name?" Qing Ge asked.
Hearing this, he frowned. Speaking of which, his frown looked as if snow had been sprinkled on it, and it was also a bit silvery white.
After a long time, he said in annoyance: "I have been alone for so long that I have forgotten my name."
Qingge was stunned. How long had she been alone before she could forget her own name?
"Let's go, I'll take you out." He said.
Qingge took out the terrain map she just found in the Black Bamboo House from her space bag, opened it, pointed at one of the red dots, and said, "Can I go to this place?"
She came from Xuanyue Pass and had to go back to Xuanyue Pass. If this person sent her to a place where birds did not poop, she would be speechless and choked.
He looked at the direction Qingge pointed, and then said: "Okay."
After receiving a positive answer, Qingge breathed a sigh of relief and put away the topographic map.
Singing softly, Yang Zhi followed him, walking forward along the long river.
Suddenly, he stopped, crouched down, looked at the various corpses in the river, and suddenly stretched out his hand, as long as jade, with a slender palm, and fished it out of the dirty river water.
When he took his hand back, his supposedly white hand was stained with black liquid and had a dull scarlet color on the surface.
"The Fairy River is already so dirty."
The voice was very calm and gentle, without any ups and downs, but Qing Ge could hear the helpless sadness underneath the voice.
He closed his eyes, pressed his fingers together, and placed his palms downward, against the surface of the river. In his palms, a holy soft light was released, a ripple-like circle of holy light that spread out with him as the center.
Qingge saw that wherever the holy light passed, the bones returned to their original appearance. They were snow-white and cunning foxes, dark green and fierce wolves, as well as simple women and beautiful girls...
These are what the corpses and bones looked like when they were still alive.
However, when it reached a certain distance, the halo of holy light radiating from his palm stopped moving forward, and even narrowed crazily, until the last bit of light disappeared from his crystal fingertips.
Why--
He sighed lightly, "Sure enough, how can the fairyland that has been stained by sin be restored? So what if it is restored to its original state? It will no longer be the original Penglai."
After the holy light disappeared, it was a dark river again, with dark red blood, corpses, and bones floating on the surface, gathering all the filth.
He stood up, singing quietly, and Yang Zhi walked forward.
The fishy smell of moisture wafts from the river, making people feel chilly.
Qingge looked at the snow-white figure in front of her, feeling quite dazed.
His whiteness and holiness are in sharp contrast to the filth around him.
"Penglai Wonderland..." Qingge murmured.
She seemed to be able to feel how beautiful and uncontested the original Penglai Wonderland was, but now it seemed like the end of the world, full of ruin, chaos, despair and loneliness.