The devil concubine ghost vine is in hand, she doesn't raise it if it's not a beast

Chapter 2 Immortality
Shen Tangluo's feet were dripping with blood, and the blood flowed profusely, and beneath his feet was a bone nail trestle shrouded in layers of black mist.

This bridge stands in the territory of the ghost king, at the end of the cave of thousands of ghosts.

For tens of thousands of years, the place has been shrouded in wind and mist, gathering the dead bones of the unjustly dead souls in the world, forming [-] slender bone-eating nails, so it is the bridge of life and death.

Except for ghosts, all living beings in the six realms, if they enter, their bones will be broken and their bodies burned.

Shen Tangluo's face was cold and grim, dragging his exhausted body, stepping on the bone-eating nails step by step, he walked towards the end of the blazing fire in the dark purgatory.

She didn't seem to feel the pain, the bone nails devoured the flesh under her feet inch by inch, tearing the bones of her feet.

Thunder and lightning flickered over the empty purgatory, wiping out the flames all over the place.

Every step she took, left streaks of deep red blood, and the bone-strewn trestle was greedily sucking the warm dark red blood.

Against the backdrop of the fire at the end of the Broken Bones Bridge, Shen Tangluo's stubborn little face looked cruel and indifferent, but her scarlet peach blossom eyes could not hide her nervousness and panic.

Dressed in red, like a coquettishly blooming poppy, glamorous and cool.

Suddenly, a ghostly purple shadow fell on the dark and foggy Life and Death Broken Bones Bridge.

He landed in front of Shen Tangluo, his dark purple eyes were also scarlet and bloodshot.

Nangong Zhu stretched out his skeleton hands covered under his overcoat, and pressed them on Shen Tangluo's shoulder bones.

He yelled violently, as if he wanted to wake up the desperate woman in front of him, "Shen Tangluo, don't leave, if you continue like this, you will be dead!"

Shen Tangluo gave him a cold look, and there was no trace of warmth in her peach-blossom eyes like black holes.

So what if there are no bones left?
At the end of this life-and-death bone-broken bridge, sleeps deeply the man who was noble and lonely all his life.

He is dead, and there is no one to collect the body. It can be seen, so what if the bones are left behind?
Without hesitation, she raised her hand and pushed Nangong Zhu away, and continued to lift her bloody feet with a firm step.

However, she did not see Nangong Zhu's hands that were only skeletons under the purple clothes.

"You're crazy, he's dead!"

Nangong Zhu was in a hurry, and stretched out his hand to grab Shen Tangluo, wanting to hug her horizontally.

But she didn't look at him, but she seemed to be able to predict Nangong Zhu's movement, and the palm of her hand slashed towards his shoulder, and the sole of her foot was deeply buried in the bone nail.

Pain, piercing to the bone!

However, she still didn't back down in any way, and let the man's eyes turn red with indifference and determination.

Nangong Zhu who was hit by a palm froze, staring at the absolute red shadow, his cold and dusty complexion turned pale, unable to conceal his sadness.

He didn't stop after all.

With every step she took, Shen Tangluo's ruthless figure became more and more transparent.

The blood light all over his body also gradually dissipated in the void as he walked forward, floating towards the dark bottomless abyss under the broken bone bridge of life and death.

Finally, at the end of the black mist, on the collarbone chain, she saw the familiar and stern face.

Even though she was mentally prepared, the blood in her body couldn't help but coagulate.

The person she had been looking for for ten years was right in front of her eyes at this moment, but she didn't dare to take a step forward.

Shen Tangluo desperately endured the tears that flowed all the way, and they burst out of her eyes uncontrollably, out of control.

Her crazy roar echoed in the purgatory-like cave, and her heart-piercing wailing seemed to penetrate the cave of ghosts and resounded through the sky.

Ridiculous, how ridiculous! !
He had been dead for ten years, and for the entire ten years, she had been kept in the dark and could not find him!
Finally, Shen Tangluo couldn't hold on any longer, and fell down in front of the lifeless man in red who was imprisoned by the chains, unable to stand up anymore.

The chain lingering with purple awns passed through the ribs of the man in red, piercing the flesh and piercing deeply.

As for the heart of the man in red, there was a black hole, the blood had already drained, and he was lifeless.

His pale face was bone-chillingly cold and handsome, as if the ice of Tianshan Mountain had no warmth.

Shen Tangluo's pupils constricted, and he dared not look at the man in red in horror.

However, at the next moment, she stretched out her hands tremblingly, and caressed his lonely and handsome face, cautiously, as if she was afraid of hurting him.

But she forgot that he has become a dry bone and has no pain.

Nangong Zhu silently followed behind her, raising his hand many times to wipe away her tears.

But he lowered his eyes and looked at the skeleton of the hand, and smiled self-deprecatingly, with a sad face.

Shen Tangluo was so choked up that she could barely make a sound, her pale lips trembled unbelievably, she had a lot of effort to force her hoarse voice to speak, "Where is his... heart?"

After saying a word, the tears seemed to burst, and slid heavily down the pale and cold face.

Nangong Zhu stayed by her side all the time, with pained eyes, instead of answering her question, he roared out uncontrollably, "Shen Tangluo, do you know that from the moment you stepped on that bridge, you were doomed to lose your soul? !"

Shen Tangluo's hoarse voice was full of despair and heart-wrenching vicissitudes, and his eyes were scarlet, "I only know that he is cold, so I want to accompany him."

Shen Tangluo opened his mouth with difficulty, and his heart ached, and he asked tremblingly, "How...how did he die?"

Nangong Zhu's face was solemn, and his low tone was unusually calm, "The bone pestle cut out the heart, and died of exhausted blood."

She trembled her lips, and asked again: "You cut out his heart?"

This is the territory of the ghost king Nangong Zhu, and if someone who is not a ghost enters, his strength will be limited.

Nangong Zhu fell silent, and the sadness that was too thick to melt was contained in his eyes.

"It was you who ruined his hope of reincarnation! Nangong Zhu, I hate you. I will never see you again forever."

This purple spirit shackle is a magic weapon only possessed by the king of the ghost domain, and it belongs to Nangong Zhu.

Once the shackles of the purple spirit are imprisoned, all living beings in the world will never have the path of reincarnation.

Suddenly, Shen Tangluo's scarlet eyes were instantly smeared with destructive hatred.

Nangong Zhu narrowed his pupils, and looked at the stunningly beautiful woman in red in astonishment, clenched her skeleton hands tightly, unable to utter a word.

Tang Luo said, she hates him!
Forever and ever, do not meet each other.

"Shen Tangluo, you..."

There was darkness in front of him, and Shen Tangluo suddenly felt his heart suffocate, only feeling that his heart was so painful that he couldn't breathe for a while.

The eyes can no longer see any light and shadow, nor can they hear any sound.

In the hazy consciousness, scenes from the past quickly flashed through his mind.

She sadly discovered that she had never been happy in her life.

The end of despair is a bottomless abyss...

The blood and energy in his body were completely burned, and Shen Tangluo fell into a deep sleep with the man in red in his arms.

Nangong Zhu stood beside Shen Tangluo with eyes full of panic, his deep black eyes were full of at a loss, as if he had lost his soul, he couldn't lift his feet in a daze.

She finally came home, but in this way.

*
800 years later, the ghost lord Nangong Zhu, with a body of a skeleton and the spirits of the six realms, exhausted his cultivation in the Cave of Ten Thousand Ghosts, and two crimson blood glows stretched out for a long, long time.

On that day, ten thousand ghosts from the six realms marched, not afraid of the sun, and gathered all over the place, crying out in mourning.

According to legend, the soul of the person who can walk across the bridge of life and death with a desperate love will live forever.

Notes for reading the article: This article is all fictitious and superficial, so don't pay attention to it.

The first two chapters have a lot of foreshadowing, and it may be confusing now, but believe me, if you keep reading it, you will suddenly understand.

*The most important point is that Nangong Zhu doesn’t have a strong sense of presence in the previous article, but please don’t make the wrong cp
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May the little fairies enjoy reading~
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