009 Youhun

Luo Shangshang turned his head and left in the direction he pointed. At this time, a few shouts in the sky shocked the three people and fell down one after another. One after the water, and the other one immediately stopped floating in the air.

Yang Zifan saw that the man's heart tightened. This man was not someone else but Sun Zhangmen who robbed the map. At this time, his hair was messy and his clothes were not neat. Obviously, he had suffered a great loss. Sun Zhangmen also saw the three people, and his eyes were awe of awe. I'm afraid he didn't expect that the three people would be here and took a step back slightly. Four people, as soon as they go up, are tense and may go to war at any time.

"Ah! Ghost, ghost..." A cry of panic broke the critical point that was almost condensed. One person got into the dark pool, with white hair and trembling, as if something beautiful and horrible in the water, he swam to the shore desperately. Yang Zifan remembered that this person was one of the people he had saved.

After that, another person came out of the water, emitting fluorescence all over his body, and his muscles sank, as if the flesh and blood of the whole body were gone. Only a layer of human skin was applied to the bone. His eyes were wide open, his mouth was wide open, and he stretched out his hand and fled to the shore in pain. After struggling for a while, he lost his strength and gradually sank into the water. The fluorescence of his whole body gathered in the eyeball and rushed out.

As soon as the fluorescence appeared, it rushed to the only hole connected to the outside world at the top of the cave. The fluorescence hit the hole, and a large area of light scattered. A rotating sky character appeared on the prohibition. The hole was filled with a golden light in an instant. Unfortunately, the light flashed away, and one after another came a desperate look. In the scene, fluorescence broke the ban, and a large number of ghosts swarmed down.

In such a scene, no one cares about kindness and resentment. Yang Zifan and the three of them stepped up and fled into the darkness. Luo Shangshang ran to the front. The torch was inconvenient to carry and was thrown aside by Si Nan Xiaoxiao. Then he took out three square transparent crystals from the storage bag and stuffed them to Yang Zifan and Luo Shangshang who were fleeing. One: "The ghosts are afraid of light. If there is light in them, they can't help us." He was afraid that Yang Zifan didn't understand the usage. As he ran, he explained, "This thing is called Zhenyuan Candle. If you put Zhenyuan in, it will emit light." After saying that, the transparent crystal in his hand emitted a bright silver light under his operation to illuminate the distance of three feet around him.

As he said, Yang Zifan entered Zhenyuan, and the silver light source lit up the surroundings. He didn't expect that there was anything like a flashlight in the world. Looking around curiously, Meng Menglong felt like he was in a dream. The silver light on Luo Shangshang's body in front of him gradually disappeared into the field of vision, and a strange fog surrounded four Zhou.

"What's going on?" Yang Zifan was shocked. There was no Si Nan Xiaoxiao beside him. Looking back, there was no Sun Zhangmen and a large number of yin spirits, as if he was the only one left in the whole world. He looked at the Zhenyuan candle in his hand and darkened under the influence of his Zhenyuan.

Not far away, the fog dispersed, and there was a man standing there. His face was not pink, his eyebrows were like the moon, and his mouth was like a cherry, but his face was bloodless against the silver light. That was an extremely familiar face.

"Sister...Qinglin." He hesitated for a moment. Qinglin stood there, motionless, looking at him. He didn't expect to see the person he had been looking for here, and the silent joy surged into his heart. He ran to Qinglin, just holding her in his arms and asking her where she had gone.

"Why, why do you let go, why?" Yang Zifan, who was running, heard Qinglin Nuonuo saying to himself. His footsteps slowed down, stopped, and stood only a foot away from her and looked at her. Qinglin also looked at him, with hatred in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth moved slightly, repeating the sentence: "Why, why do you let go, why?"

Yang Zifan shook his head and couldn't believe that Qinglin would say such things. He couldn't believe that Qinglin was hating him. He began to argue: "No, I didn't. I didn't let go. I really wanted to hold you, but you pushed it away, not me, not me..."

Qinglin looked at him angrily, with tears of disappointment in his eyes: "It's you, you let go, it's all because of you." She blamed loudly.

He felt very depressed. An unspeakable sadness surged into his heart. In the empty space, the two looked at each other silently. Yang Zifan was very sorry. He began to hate himself. Why did he let go at the moment when the weak water came down? He began to blame himself for everything. He apologized loudly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... ”

Qinglin smiled coldly, took out his quenching ice and put it on the ground: "If you really love me, cut your heart and let me see."

The coldness on the hardened ice condensed a piece of frost on the ground. Yang Zifan picked it up, and the strength between his fingers shattered the ice. He raised the quenched ice, pulled open his Taoist suit, and stroked it with his hand in the position of his heart. The Zhenyuan candle was still on his side by him, and the cold smell was suffocating. He closed his eyes and cut the ice blade on his chest. The pain of flesh and blood could not hide the apology in his heart.

Maybe it should end like this. He thought.

Maybe that day should end together, he knows.

The blood remained along his chest, and Qinglin's sneer stopped abruptly. A group of colorful light crawled out of Yang Zifan's ring, and the light on his body lit up the whole world and seemed to illuminate Yang Zifan's heart.

The haze melted away in an instant, and Yang Zifan woke up. He looked at the colorful novel floating in the air in front of him. Tears remained in the corners of his eyes, but there was no green forest in front of him, no ice in his hand, and his chest was intact.

"What's going on?" He looked around, and pieces of ghosts surrounded them and circled. Si Nanxiao and Luo Shangshang stood stunned. There was a smile on Si Nanxiao's face, tears in Luo Shangshang's eyes, and the muscles on Sun Zhangmen's face were twitching, except for Sun Zhangmen's men who had just escaped from the pool.

Yin Ling sensed that Yang Zifan woke up, and the light on his body began to flash. He circled and rushed to Yang Zifan. Yang Zifan secretly said, "It's terrible." The fire of the green lotus had been ignited in his hand and he planned to fight for it, but the little Shuo on his shoulder flew into the air, and his black eyes stared at the ghost, emitting a circle of colorful brilliance on his body. The swarming gloomy spirit hit the aperture and splashed around like a spark.

Yang Zifan looked at this scene in surprise. He didn't expect Xiao Shuo to have such a move. With Xiao Shuo's help, he hurried to shake Si Nan Xiaoxiao, but no matter how much he shouted, it was useless. Si Nan Xiaoxiao seemed to be fascinated by something. I'm afraid something would happen if it went on like this. He thought quickly. The glass-shaped quartz on the ground reflected Yang Zifan's shadow under the colorful light. He bowed his head and always felt something was wrong.

Suddenly, he understood what was going on. His eyes were full of light and he quickly looked at Luo Shangshang's feet. It is empty and there is no shadow.