Mysterious country.

Chapter 1485 Act

Xia Qi couldn't detect the changes in the outside world. At this time, he was in a strange state.

Like a reserved moviegoer, watching the flashing images on the screen.

Most of the scenes are on a very ordinary-looking bus.

The people inside, sitting on the seats of the bus, seemed to be chatting with each other.

It's just that he didn't know any of these people except the man named Xiao Mo.

Can't even hear what they're talking about.

It's just a momentary picture.

But as time passed, as the screen jumped more and more frequently, he gradually saw something.

That's the people on the bus, changing all the time.

Some people got off the bus and never came back.

The number of people also began to decrease, from the initial seven or eight to the last three or two.

The initial greenness on Xiao Mo's face was completely replaced by determination.

Such a scene seemed as if God was telling him about his tormenting experience back then.

People keep showing up, and people keep leaving.

He saw Xiao Mo's fragility and his loneliness behind others.

He raised his head, as if unwilling to shed tears, but the tears kept sliding down his cheeks.

He looked at him, from a head of black hair, gradually turned into a head full of silver.

He looked at his mouth murmuring, as if he was reciting the names of many people.

The picture changes, the bus disappears without a trace, and the world is shrouded in darkness.

A few men floated high above the sky, roaring towards a prison-like existence.

Xiao Mo stood below, his heart was about to burst, as if he was desperately trying to stop something.

Those people all turned into traces of blood mist, the prison was broken open, and Xiao Mo was submerged inside.

Then everything disappeared.

It wasn't until it was quiet for a long time that some distant stars appeared on the screen. A man with white hair walked slowly towards one end, muttering to himself.

I don't know how long he walked until he stopped weakly.

Then his eyes looked down.

It is a city.

His gaze moved across the city and fell on some people.

Xia Qi recognized those people, they were the people who were with him on the bus at that time.

Those people were talking and laughing, or they were already married, or they were worrying about some trivial things, as if they had completely forgotten what happened to them.

Xiao Mo just looked at them like this.

day after day.

It was as if in the space he was in, time would not travel at all.

The people below were laughing, but he was alone, murmuring in the darkness as if recalling memories.

Then, everything crumbled into pieces again, crumbling into nothingness.

Xia Qi also completely lost consciousness during this process, like a ray of wandering soul rippling between the heaven and the earth.

I don't know where I am, and I don't know where to return.

Just when Xia Qi fell into this state of not knowing anything about the outside world and himself, a week had passed before the outside world knew it.

Except for the second domain, where Cao Yingjiu and others were working hard to restore the vitality of the underworld, the death trial field where all forces gathered was surprisingly quiet.

It seemed that after the great war in the foreign land, all the forces were seriously injured and needed time to recuperate.

The witch god is very quiet.

Those in the Western camp, such as Gibel, were quiet.

The Eastern camp was similarly quiet.

The forces of all parties seemed to be waiting for something tacitly.

Only the power of the masked man is still ready to move in the death trial field.

All the forces dispersed, and began to frantically search for the ghosts that harmed the side. The area covered was very large, almost bordering the area occupied by the Western camp.

Liu Yanmin was also in the team that cleared the army of ghosts in the death trial ground.

Today, he is already a big man at the peak of a director, and there are as many as a hundred senior managers under him.

Everyone regards him as a devil, because he has lost control of his heart many times, so that he killed people around him.

The number of times of getting lost is increasing, from occasional at first, to frequent later, and now every day, and the duration is getting longer and longer.

Liu Yanmin knew that his time was running out, and he had already separated from his subordinates, so he didn't want to kill innocent people indiscriminately because of his own reasons.

For the power held by the man in the mask, the loss of a director has almost no impact.

So even if he died here, he wouldn't attract anyone's attention.

Xia Qi asked him more than once if it was worth doing so, why he would rather do it on his own, knowing what the end was waiting for him.

The reason is very simple, he also told Xia Qi that it is for strength.

Only by mastering enough power can the pain in his heart be alleviated.

No matter what, he can't forget his relatives, friends, and the powerlessness of dying at the hands of the haunted house one after another.

It's not that he didn't think about it, let go of his hatred, let go of his grief, and live well.

But he couldn't do it, there was no way to let go of these things and survive.

He can only feel the meaning of his existence by killing, killing those ghosts and merging them.

The man in the mask is indeed scary, but it can give him strength and give him a way to gain strength.

Let him grow from weak to strong step by step.

Step by step from the lowest end of the food chain, he grows into a director who can kill a party of ghosts and cause chaos.

This alone is enough.

From the first time he went mad and lost his sanity, he knew that he would never be able to return to Xia Qi and the others.

That's why, his attitude towards Xia Qi suddenly became indifferent.

It's not that he wants to alienate his friends so much, but that he doesn't want to hurt them one day, or end up under their hands.

Either way, it will cause them great pain.

So since he had already taken this step long ago, why bother to look back?
Maybe we can only regret that in this life, we are destined to be friends, but we don't have the opportunity to be brothers.

Liu Yanmin didn't know when he would lose all his sanity and become a killing weapon.

But when he can still hold on to his humanity, he still wants to do one thing and go to another place.

He wanted to pay homage to his dead relatives and friends, wanted to pay homage to Nangong Yun who had melted the coldness in his heart, and wanted to go again, the villa where they lived together.

I want to go back again, the hometown that once gave birth to him, raised him, and left him with great pain.

In any case, the wanderer returns home, and the fallen leaves return to their roots.

On this day, Liu Yanmin started heading home, trying to stay away from the death trial ground.

The power of the masked man spread widely in the Death Trial Field.

And all the people behind the scenes, including Mo Shuhui, did not know his whereabouts.

At the edge of the death trial field, there is a large space.

The space is composed of more than a dozen cities. When the death trial field can be described as a flood of ghosts, this place is still like a paradise, free from any infringement.

(End of this chapter)