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Then the entire world fell into silence.
Not a single sound could be heard.
Only the echoing voices, like the tolling of a great bell, called out their names. It was as if they were coming from the depths of the Underworld.
Gradually, gradually.
The ground was engulfed in darkness, a profound stillness.
There was breathing, breathing, breathing. One person, two people, three people, four people, and finally countless others breathing together.
Wei Ning couldn't help but moan, instinctively reaching for Qiqi's hand beside him.
But suddenly, Qiqi was gone.
Qiqi. Qiqi. Wei Ning groped around in the darkness, trying to grasp him, but all he found was darkness—only darkness.
The emptiness gradually brightened with a full moon, casting a dim yellow light upon Wei Ning. He realized he stood alone in an empty mountain, feeling so isolated.
Wei Ning suddenly felt the desolation of the world around him. He looked up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, tears streaming down his face.
Suddenly, thousands of people began to appear around Wei Ning. The crowd surged forward, unintentionally pushing him into their midst. Wei Ning found himself swept along by the tide of people.
He noticed that these individuals were all dressed in garments made of animal hides, their expressions vacant as they walked forward in a daze.
Ahead lay a cliff. The leader didn’t even glance back; they simply fell straight down. Wei Ning barely had time to gasp before one person, then two, then three fell without hesitation. The crowd continued to move forward without pause, walking right to the edge of the cliff and plunging downwards.
The tide surged on; Wei Ning could not escape from it. He was pushed relentlessly forward until he reached the very edge of the cliff.
"No!" Wei Ning was drenched in cold sweat, desperately trying to push back and escape the crowd.
In a moment of clumsiness, Wei Ning fell to the ground. A hand reached out and grasped Wei Ning's.
Looking up, Wei Ning saw Qiqi.
Suddenly, the flow of people around them vanished.
Qiqi was as beautiful as ever, gazing at Wei Ning with a serene expression.
"Wei Ning, do you love me?" Qiqi asked with a sweet smile.
"I do." Wei Ning blurted out without thinking.
"You love me? Do you think I'm pretty?"
"Pretty..." Wei Ning stammered, responding dreamily.
"Really?" Qiqi's hair suddenly lifted as if caught by an unseen wind, then each strand stood on end. With a swift motion, Qiqi tossed her hair aside, revealing it was infested with disgusting insects. The bugs crawled out from her head, covering her body and gnawing at her flesh, yet Qiqi continued to smile, her expression sweet as ever.
"Do you think I'm pretty?" Qiqi's face had been gnawed away, exposing her white bones beneath.
"Ghost! Ghost! Ghost!" Wei Ning shouted in horror. As he slipped, he fell straight into an abyss.
When Wei Ning opened his eyes again, he found himself in a vast graveyard. He touched his face and looked at his hands, realizing they were covered in blood. Glancing down at his body, he discovered that his skin was gone, leaving only raw flesh exposed.
"What happened to me? What happened?" Wei Ning cried out in despair, but found himself surrounded by others like him—Blood Corpses who had also shed their skin.
Master, Grandfather, Yang Na, Peng Bai—everyone Wei Ning knew was there, but they were all like him now, devoid of their human skin. They seemed not to recognize Wei Ning at all; their eyes were vacant. One of them held a shovel and mechanically dug a hole before lying down into it one by one.
"Yes, I should lie down now." Wei Ning felt his eyelids growing heavier and involuntarily lay down in a nearby grave.
At that moment, a figure appeared by the grave, dressed in green with long hair, smiling brightly at him.
Lin Lingsu continued to smile, picking up a shovel and covering Wei Ning with dirt. She smiled, her beauty radiant. Yet tears streamed from the corners of Wei Ning's eyes, blurring his vision.
"Mouse, lie still and don't move. Promise me you'll be good."
Lin Lingsu scooped another handful of dirt and piled it on top of Wei Ning.
Wei Ning felt the weight of the earth increasing upon him as Lin Lingsu continued to cheerfully heap dirt onto him. He felt himself becoming heavier and heavier, and he desperately reached out a hand, trying to grasp something. The entire graveyard was desolate, with only Wei Ning's bloodied hand protruding from the mound.
Everything around Wei Ning gradually became indistinct, until darkness enveloped his sight. He felt an inexplicable pain but remained motionless. He sensed himself sinking into an unfathomable darkness, as if all efforts were in vain.
Wei Ning's eyelids grew heavier until they finally closed.
He descended into boundless darkness...
"Wei Ning, what's wrong? Aren't you going to play with me anymore?" Suddenly, a childish voice spoke.
A flash of light seemed to cut through Wei Ning's mind like a blade splitting the earth apart.
Wei Ning abruptly opened his eyes.
Then he stood up.
The ground began to shatter. It felt as if sharp blades were scraping across Wei Ning's face as he stood there, the wind whipping his clothes fiercely.
Wei Ning looked up; the dim yellow Full Moon transformed into countless falling stars, crashing around him. It was the most beautiful yet bizarre scene he had ever witnessed. A Golden Three-Legged Crow slowly rose into the sky, its enormous wings enveloping the entire expanse like a divine being.
"Fake, everything is fake," Wei Ning shouted in his heart. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his single eye, and he crouched down, pressing his hand tightly against it. With a muffled groan, he fainted.
When Wei Ning slowly regained consciousness, he found himself lying on a bamboo bed, completely alone. He bit himself hard to confirm that this was not a dream. Tentatively, he got out of bed and stepped outside, only to be greeted by a thick fog enveloping the area. In the distance, two lanterns glimmered faintly, resembling soul-calling lights.
Taking a deep breath, Wei Ning walked toward them. The surroundings were shrouded in white mist, growing denser by the moment. His clothes and hair became soaked as he continued forward. At that moment, he noticed something moving within the fog. His heart stirred, and he hurriedly followed it.
He didn't know how long he had been following when the mist began to thin, revealing a clearer view ahead. It was an enormous bamboo forest. Sure enough, he spotted a figure in white racing ahead. Wei Ning quickened his pace to catch up.
The figure in white moved faster and faster until it seemed to sense Wei Ning's presence and abruptly stopped.
A gust of wind swept through, lifting the dark hair of the figure in white behind her.
"Who are you..." Wei Ning called out to the White-Clad Woman ahead. She shuddered slightly and slowly turned her head.
What he saw was an extraordinarily beautiful face, as if all the most beautiful aspects of humanity had converged upon her features, embodying the essence of mountains and rivers—ethereal and otherworldly.
Wei Ning's heart trembled at the sight.
Lin Lingsu, how could she be here?
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