long night walk

Chapter 1637: On the River

The two monsters behind him kept chasing him, but the mud under Bailian's feet became softer and softer. Every time he took a step, he felt powerless as if his feet were sinking into the mud.

It feels like stepping on a pile of rotting corpses of old animals.

The closer you get to Cangnan Yi's location, the soft and rotten feeling under your feet becomes stickier and heavier.

Bailian's speed of movement was inevitably affected and restricted.

The two monsters behind him were almost floating in the air and swimming quickly without touching the ground, but their speed became hesitant and slowed down for some reason, as if they were afraid of some unknown thing in front of them.

Bailian noticed the emotional changes of the two monsters behind him, and he could guess that although the place Cangnanyi pointed to might have a glimmer of hope, it was also accompanied by great danger.

But despite knowing this, he did not hesitate at all.

There were dense forests before my eyes, with towering ancient trees growing taller and taller. The densely packed huge trees were closely connected, isolating all the light from the outside world in this piece of heaven and earth. I couldn't tell the sun and the moon, the morning and the evening. As it got deeper and farther away, there was no trace of light in front of me.

It was pitch dark.

Fortunately, the darkness in this place was not enough to affect Bailian's vision. As far as he could see, he could clearly see the red flowers, yellow stones, and thorny forests.

Although the speed of the two monsters behind him slowed down, they did not stop, and Bailian did not dare to delay any further.

No one can confirm whether new strange monsters will appear in this strange world.

Before my eyes was a dense forest of thorns. The dark green thorns were as thick as a human arm, and the black barbs on them were the color of steel.

It was a thorny jungle that looked like a death trap.

Seeing that Bailian was about to crash into it, Cangnanyi, who was lying behind Bailian, did not say a word to remind him.

The wordless silence was naturally intended for him to find a way to get through the dense, twisted and entangled thorns.

Bailian did not have any hesitation or doubt about Cangnanyi's decision.

He kept walking, but he adjusted his body posture slightly and stood up a little straighter. With the last heavy step, three feet of ice appeared under his feet, freezing the muddy ground into ice.

With the force of his body, he rushed forward without any pause or hesitation. With the explosive power of his tense bones, he rushed into the thorns like a mad dragon.

“Kala-la-la…”

The sound of thick and sharp thorns breaking, mixed with the sound of skin being cut, continued to ring out.

In order to cooperate with Bailian's movements, Cangnanyi lowered his body and buried his cheek in the cold silver hair on his back.

The sharp barbs of the thorns tore through her arms and calves, followed by a sharp sense of cutting pain.

The air was suddenly filled with the sweet scent of cold blood.

The thorns that were originally dead and tangled between the giant trees and plants began to revive like hibernating snakes and began to slowly wriggle in the dark forest.

Bailian knew that he couldn't delay any longer. If the plants in this damn place were allowed to suck up his blood, who knows what kind of horrible monsters they would evolve into.

He took a deep breath, and the dragon horn on his forehead suddenly burst into a star-like light in the darkness.

Cangnanyi, who was lying behind him, could hear through the boy's cold hair and lean back the horrifying muffled sound coming from his body, as if a billion thunders were erupting.

It was at this moment that this little fellow was able to break free from the life-and-death calamity that had been suppressed by Emperor Jun Chenghuang for many years.

At this moment, the divine calamity that had been pent up for hundreds of thousands of years and had violated the six rules actually played an unexpected role and began to conflict with the laws and order of this world that had befallen him.

The demonic power in his body briefly defeated the suppression of the laws. Bailian slightly opened his thin lips and slowly exhaled wisps of frosty blue mist. His pair of demonic eyes became more and more strange and eerie in the night.

Cangnanyi felt that the body under him suddenly became as cold and solid as ice.

The thorns all over the body were wriggling slightly and making sounds like babies crying, as if they were stimulated by some kind of pain.

The sound of wind and frost whistled past my ears, and what lingered on my nose was the familiar smell of Kunlun frost and snow.

Just by hearing the movements around him, Cangnan Yi could feel that these young thorn monsters were being torn apart by the terrible force of the bitter frost.

But the strange thing was that although the body beneath her was as cold as an ice sculpture, she did not feel any chilling sensation.

The distance of several hundred meters no longer seemed far away. The darkness in front of my eyes suddenly broke, and a ray of dazzling light like sunlight came into view.

The whistling sound of the wind in my ears was gradually drowned out by the sound of the rushing river.

Behind the dense and thick thorn forest, there was a cliff that was not very low.

Below the cliff are big rivers with turbulent waves and huge white waves rolling, just like thousands of troops galloping through the rivers, silently demonstrating the majesty and power of nature.

If the water in a river is turbulent, it must be muddy and yellow. However, the fierce water of this river has the potential to cause a tsunami disaster, but its water is still pure and clean.

On the surface of the river, there are huge waves, mighty and powerful, while at the bottom of the river, the water is deep and quiet.

An extremely weird picture.

This river connects to the infinite universe above and the vast abyss of the universe below. It is so vast and boundless, but no living creatures or fish can be seen.

Bailian stood on the cliff, letting the strong wind brought by the river water rush back. He seemed to be blinded by the fierce wind. When he closed his eyes and opened them again, he could no longer see anything else in the river except the surging waves of the river.

However, his natural sixth sense was able to sense from this river that harbored no living creatures that countless lives were trying to break free from the bondage and curse of the river water. They were baring their fangs and making a sound, silently and heartbreakingly trying to grab onto the tiny spider silk that did not exist in this world and climb out of the water hell world.

This weird feeling that he couldn't control, couldn't see clearly, couldn't explain, and couldn't feel where the source came from made Bailian stop involuntarily.

Just this slight pause allowed the two monsters hiding in the dark shadows to sense Bailian's hesitation, and the rustling sound started again quickly.

At the same time, there was a sound as if countless mouths were chewing in the sticky darkness.

There is no sky above, no road below, only the strange water path formed by the surging river, which exudes an ominous meaning, like an unknown land that swallows people. It is normal to hesitate.

Cangnanyi raised her graceful and calm face buried in the boy's hair. When she was about to pat Bailian's shoulder and say something to him, the boy under her adjusted his breathing during this brief hesitation.

Then, without hesitation, he jumped directly from the treacherous cliff into the endless waves that were turbulent enough to eat people.

In a flash, Cangnanyi's slightly raised hand trembled, as if she was surprised that this young man actually...had unknowingly trusted him to a level that she could not understand?

Although he might not be able to sense what this river meant, with his state of mind and cultivation, it was not difficult for him to see that this river area was a place where people were eaten without leaving any bones.

Therefore, if we look at it from our own perspective, the path she pointed out is nothing but a dead end.

But even so, he jumped off the cliff without hesitation.

A huge wave rose up from the sky with astonishing momentum, and hit Bailian in the face with unparalleled force.

They were both soaked.

The huge wave was like the first tongue that emerged from the river and tasted the two of them.

The surging momentum of the river suddenly stopped, the overlapping waves calmed down, and the river seemed to turn into a calm river in an instant.

On the cliffs on both sides of the steep bank, there are willows and tender flowers. Unknown petals are flying, and the wind blows the flowers down, which unexpectedly has a strange artistic conception of the lingering whispers of the south of the Yangtze River.

The surface of the river was no longer as smooth as before, but now it was as smooth as a mirror. There was not even a trace of wind, and it was like a dead water area.

However, suddenly, sounds of stringed instruments, bamboo flutes and singing came from the river.

Just when Bailian was about to fall into the river, seven big red lanterns suddenly appeared in the river, and what slowly floated up was actually an ancient and fragrant pleasure boat.

The light from the seven lanterns hung on the eaves of the boat was reflected in the smooth, mirror-like surface of the river. There was no wind, and the ripples spread out the faint light of the candles, making people feel uneasy.

Bailian fell heavily on the deck, his wet body and splashing water soaking a large area of ​​the pear wood deck.

Cangnanyi was right indeed. There really was a glimmer of hope hidden beneath this strange river.

Bailian once again marveled at her strength. Even though they were so far away, she could still sense so much details from the turbulent waves of the river.

Cangnanyi was also soaked. She stood up from Bailian's body. Even though there was no wind blowing past her, the water in the river was extremely cold and penetrated her bones, comparable to the water of the Yellow Spring under the Netherworld.

Her green clothes were soaked through, sticking tightly to her body, which made her figure more exquisite. Some transparent clothes were sticking to her body, rising and falling with her slight movements. Through the clothes, one could see that the clothes, which had been soaked in the river water, were not green, but instead exuded a glaze-like color of polished jade. The translucent jade-white color made the woman's slender body sparkle in the not-so-warm sunlight.

Drops of water meandered down along the jet-black hair. Cangnanyi lowered his eyes to look at his disheveled body, but he didn't care.

Having just passed through the thorny jungle, she had faint red marks on her arms and calves, but her skin was not broken and bleeding.

Even though she couldn't use her cultivation at will at this moment, her body as a saint was still as powerful as an abyss that could not be crossed.

On the contrary, Bailian, who was so vigorous just now, now fell to the ground, soaked all over, and could not get up for a long time. As the thick wet water between his clothes spread on the floor, strands of scarlet also spread out like cinnabar melting.

Cangnanyi then realized that compared to the scratches on her arms and legs, there was almost no healthy flesh on Bailian's body. His cheeks, neck, limbs and body were covered with criss-crossing, deep bloody wounds.

Even vaguely, one could see some black barbed thorns remaining in the deeper wounds, deeply embedded in the skin, flesh and bones.

After several rounds of tossing and turning, Bailian's physical strength has been exhausted.

He lay slumped on the deck, seemingly unable to lift a finger.

Cangnanyi's eyes darkened. She bent down, stretched out her fingers to feel Bailian's pulse on the back of his neck, only to feel the skin under her fingers was as cold as stone, as if the whole person had just been pulled out of an ice storage, his body was frighteningly cold.

She lowered her eyes, and a wisp of light golden spiritual power coiled up from her fingertips, penetrated through that inch of skin, and slowly seeped into Bailian's body.

Bailian took a breath and moved his body slightly. At this moment, the blood that had been oozing out of the wound began to flow out wildly as if it had broken free of some shackles.

Soon, the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the floor and the woman's skirt were stained red with blood.

However, Bailian was finally able to move. His limbs were stiff, and he curled up sideways, his eyes closed, with beads of ice hanging under his long black eyelashes. He kept breathing out cold air, and subconsciously moved towards a warm place.

He searched for the finger with very low body temperature and raised his chin as if he wanted to rub the back of her hand.

But in this extreme situation, Bailian once again demonstrated his amazing willpower and mental strength. He was able to quickly grasp his clarity of mind despite being seriously injured and unconscious, and forced himself to wake up from the cold decadence.

He only raised his chin slightly, then stopped moving and tried hard to open his heavy eyelids.

What came into view was Cangnanyi's stunningly beautiful yet expressionless face.

He put his palms on the ground and tried to turn over.

Cangnanyi's lowered eyes moved slightly, but there was no emotion in them, and she did not retract her fingers from Bailian's neck.

Instead, he placed the back of his hand on Bailian's icy jade-like cheek and pressed his stubbornly raised body down again.

The movement was subtle, but it carried the authority of an elder that could not be refused.

Bailian was slightly stunned, unable to refuse, and fell down again.

Cangnanyi glanced at the scars on Bailian's body with a faint look in her eyes, and she knew that this fool had adjusted his posture when passing through the thorny jungle just now, in order to block as many sharp thorns and barbs as possible for her.

But it's really stupid.

Didn't he know that her body was sanctified and could not be invulnerable to any force in the world? As for the situation just now, it was not difficult for her to use her body as a shield and pass through the thorny jungle without getting hurt.

Cangnanyi didn't want to say more about this, but when she met Baili'an's stunned and deep eyes, she opened her thin lips and whispered, "Cold?"

(Some unexpected events occurred during the Mid-Autumn Festival, so I am posting this today. Sorry.)