Chapter 381 Awakening

The dark cave, the winding corridor, the candle shadow in the deepest hall, and the figure of the white-shirted woman under the steps also shook, as if it were a nightmare.

On the high level, a man stood with his hands behind his back, and the deep and cold eyes of the abyss were projected under the bronze mask, sweeping coldly at the woman's face.

"Have you got the thing?"

"Hmm."

The woman nodded, leaned into her sleeve, took out a silver mask, went up two steps, and put her hands up.

The long-sealed silver ghost face finally saw the sun again, and immediately unscrupulously emitted the majesty of death around. A silver-gray halo stained the whole hall. The strong dead air hit the torch, and the dark candlelight shrank to a point and was about to fall.

A warm look flashed in the eyes of the man in the high hall. He stepped over the mask, took it and watched it carefully in front of him. He muttered, "Such a strong sense of death, yes, it is indeed it... Blood Wolf Monk, Blood Wolf Monk, you are really smart and confused for a while. It's really violent to hand over such a treasure to a doll. Heavenly things..."

The silver strange luster and the ancient and strange seal inscriptions all use the charm of enchanting to make him deeply intoxicated.

He groped for a long time, and caught a glimpse of the woman's indifferent and cold eyes. Then he slowly put the mask in his arms, quietly retreated a few steps, and regained his usual majesty and coldness. He said, "The biggest dream of this life is about to come true, Xiao Meng, can you be happy for me?"

"Hmm."

Die Shumeng nodded gently and was as indifferent as ever.

"In the past five years, it has been all up to you to spare no effort to help me achieve success. Now that it has been completed, what kind of reward do you want?"

After the silver ghost face was put away, the dead air gradually dissipated, and the dark torch jumped, pulling the man's figure like a demon.

Die Shumeng stood up straight, reflecting the narrow curve from the side, and a faint hazy halo under the light of fire. Without a veil, the corners of her lips outlined a soft curvature, and the outline of her cheeks was so beautiful. She raised her head slightly and gently stared at the figure on the high level. Her eyes were full of affection, pure like the snow under the sun, without any shadow. What came into her eyes must be a man she loved so much that she didn't know how lucky he was.

"I just want the owner to fulfill his promise five years ago and let me see him."

"Oh! Sure enough, I still think about him..." The owner smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes. He knew that such affectionate eyes were not looking at himself, but through thousands of miles and fell on a man who only existed in imagination and as dazzling as a god. I don't want to tell you to believe a joke from many years ago. I want to take you to see him, but unfortunately he didn't even leave his bones, which made me very embarrassed!"

"Is he dead?" Die Shumeng asked in a low voice.

"I died as early as five years ago. It is said that he died when he was practicing the sixth weight of blood. There were no bones left, and there were no clothes left. Hey! In fact, what have you seen? As the chief disciple of the Demon Sect, no matter how he practices martial arts and performs tasks, he can't appear once every five years. You volunteered to be hooked, and you can't blame me. However, I'm really a little soft-hearted, and I can't bear to see you work hard but fail in the end. Well, I'll kill you and bury you where he died, so that you will be together forever, how about that?

With his words, His Highness's heavy door was closed, and the astringent sound of the piano quietly linger from the silence. Five steps behind Die Shumeng, a dark shadow suddenly changed its shape and condensed into an old man in white. He held a sharp sword at the woman's back heart and said faintly, "Butterfly Fairy, please hold your hand."

Die Shumeng was unaware of all these changes. The dim firelight cast a halo on her face, and the cold outline was heartbreaking.

She fell into silence, her eyes were blurred, and her eyes could not reflect the figure of the high-level master, as if it was just a void.

The sound of the piano is slow and low, full of a sense of depression. The qi and blood in Die Shumeng's body are also affected by it, and the astringent is blocked, and it seems that it is about to be frozen by the ice.

The owner stared at her eyes, stared at the bright luster, and said slowly, "I think one day, you will find out the truth by yourself. It's better for me to do it first than wait for you to fight back. If you don't have any last words, please sleep here!"

The white-haired old man's eyes burst into murderous intent. When he stepped forward, he had to penetrate the woman's chest with a sharp sword.

At this time, Die Shumeng said gently: "It turns out that he is really dead..."

The owner raised his hand slightly and signaled the old man to postpone his sword. He wanted to listen to the woman's last words.

Die Shumeng just looked at him, whispering in his lover's ear and said softly, "All signs show this truth, but I'm still clinging to the last straw and don't want to believe it... In fact, I still want to thank you for giving me five years to dream."

Five years of dreaming? Haha, this is a new saying. Don't you regret it?"

Die Shumeng shook her head, but couldn't hide the deep sadness in her pupils. The dream has woken up, and it doesn't matter if you don't regret it..."

The owner waited for the following, but only felt a long silence.

"Is there no other last word?"

Die Shumeng smiled softly and raised her hand to pull the veil: "It's too early to say your last words now."

The owner snorted coldly. Suddenly, the sound of the piano seemed to come from all directions, ethereal and empty, as if it magnified and repeated the lifelong hatred, enchanting.

In an instant, Die Shumeng fell into the storm of spiritual power, and waves came, as if it would wash away her thin body at any time. She suddenly took a step back and stood on the edge of the steps, and the wind shook. The sharp sword shadow of the white-haired old man stabbed and was dodged by her.

The snow-white skirt flew in the wind, and the gorgeous clouds and fog trees bloomed angrily. Her eyes moved horizontally and looked at somewhere in the deep hall. A sad look flashed in her eyes and muttered, "After five years of sinking, it's time to wake up..."

That year, I stood side by side with him and smiled at the setting sun blowing Shaba, as if it were yesterday.

Autumn heart enters the painting, tears dye blue silk and white hair.

The old legends are all fake. He is willing to be scolded, but he is reluctant to give up with him. The fate can't be put down, and the mystery is like a gossip.

For a moment, the prosperity of this world is from spring to summer.

From true to false, creation is finally blurred.

Maybe I forgot it over the years, but it's just a word of carelessness.

Like a dream, it's just like a water and moon mirror. Why did I meet him again, close to the world?

Maybe the lead has been washed away in the dark, and I am the beautiful jade again. It's easy to find a good price, and it's rare to be affectionate, so!

——Fish Mystery