Defeat That Fake Heroine

The cool wind blows slightly, and the fragrance of flowers is like fog.

The bell rings in the middle of the night.

The man on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, and there was no sleepiness in his eyes.

The ice outside the attic has begun to melt, drop by drop, is the sound of water falling on the ground. Bursts of fragrant dizzy aroma from far and very close place, clear and floating, those aroma as if there is life, quickly toward this still living attic gathered, until, the outermost ice melt clean.

I believe that in a quarter of an hour, those things will certainly erode away the ice in the house and arrive here!

The man's white jade palm produced a black mist, which was about to be thrown out. A soft hand was placed on his wrist, and then came a very sober voice: "don't..."

Long Jin looked back at Gu Huawei, who didn't know when to open his eyes. He took back the evil spirit in his hand and grasped all her palms in his palm. "How did you wake up?"

Gu Huawei certainly won't tell him that she didn't fall asleep at all. This place is so strange. No matter how careless she is, she will never fall asleep in this place. The so-called mending sleep is just a lie to deceive the world. As for who is it? No, it's coming soon.

"Don't disturb it," she said softly. "Those who should come will come."

Although all things have already been changed under the incitement of her butterfly wings, those things that should come, no matter what way they are, even if they are too late, still have to arrive.

Long Jin stretched out his hand to touch her disordered bun, and grasped her hand too tightly. "Something has happened outside."

The black fog in the sky had been destroyed by an invisible force before midnight, so that he was sure that this place was not simple.

"I know." Gu Huawei scratched the palm of his hand. Since she entered here, she did not believe that this place would be safe.

The fragrance in the breeze finally penetrated through the melting ice layer, and the whole room was buried by the fragrance of flowers.

"Don't let go of my hand." He only had time to say this, he saw her close her eyes, deep sleep, safe, with a pleasant smile.

He punched her on the edge of the bed and raised her to cover the bedding. Looking at the cold night when the wind blew away, he showed a cold smile. In that smile, evil was rampant and the demon was awe inspiring.

I don't know when it started. In the silent city, one after another, there were crying voices, male and female, with sharp voice, sadness, hatred and endless venom. When you listen carefully, you can't find the source. It seems that the owner of the voice is standing in front of you, just like a dead soul.

At midnight after midnight, the whole city finally began to cry and howl.

The wind blows, the sand flies, the sky is dim and the earth is dark. The wind is circling and howling in the Windy City, making a shrill and strange sound. It's creepy. The air current like an arrow is shuttling among the craftsmen of the strange stone mountain, making a shrill sound, such as the howling of wolves, the howling of tigers and the crying of ghosts.

The man dressed in blood looks out of the city. He can't really see the eight mountains. The smile of his lips has not dissipated. Something is coming.

The fog in Longjin's hand converged, and his palm was like thunder. With wide sleeves waving, the door closed automatically without wind. The sound disappeared when the door closed.

The Black Mist cut the palm of the master's hand, and the bright red blood flowed down like that. The fingertips of Longjin moved, and the blood beads flowered from the palm of the hand, blooming around the edge of the bed. The whole bed was surrounded by the smell of blood mixed with layers of frost. In a moment, the fragrance of attacking people's heart and lungs was like a great enemy, and retreated from the room Absolutely.

With a cold glance, long Jin lies on Gu Huawei's side again, grabs Gu Huawei's hand firmly, closes his eyes and falls asleep with her.

Gu Huawei opened his eyes again and saw a broad river. It was getting late. He could only see a dark stream. The river was flowing westward, but there was no way to return. Beside the river, there were clusters of blood colored flowers with flowers and leaves, blooming one by one.

A dry, wooden bridge built with pale tree trunks, quietly stands on the river, winding all the way to the other side of the river, where there is nothing, only a rugged path, blooming all the way, I do not know where to go.

She wanted to look back and see if there was anyone behind her, but a voice kept telling her not to look back and not to look back.

Gu Huawei almost has no way to control her body. Step by step, she walks towards the white wooden bridge. As soon as she steps on the bridge, Gu Huawei hears the sound of something breaking through the water. The sound is very small, but it can't be ignored. Her body is slightly stunned. The tree trunk at her feet is abrupt and shaken. It seems that her weight is affecting her I can't bear something.

In her head, because of the bewitching fragrance of flowers, she was still heavy. Even thinking had become a big problem. She could only follow the instinct of her body and set foot on the wooden bridge.That bridge, when she stepped on it, suddenly, the whole body of the bridge kept shaking. More and more water breaking made her almost dare not look down to see what the river was like at her feet?

Gu Huawei didn't see the tree trunk that began to disappear after she stepped on it, and didn't see the palms that were stretched out from the river, one by one, skinny and gnarled, turning into the shape of heart digging. She kept grabbing at her position, trying to catch her ankles and let her fall into the abyss.

Gu Huawei quietly, keeping a constant speed, walked to the opposite side from the wooden bridge. She was sweating. The cold sweat on her forehead made her not look so calm.

No matter how stupid she was, no matter how she couldn't think, she knew at that moment what kind of place she had been.

She did not expect that the fragrance of flowers would send her soul to such a place.

She didn't even think about it.

On the other side of the Styx.

There are bridges of life and death built by human flesh and bones, the Styx river full of blood and resentment, and the flowers on the other side where the flowers and leaves don't meet in reincarnation.

Which bridge is not human bone, which river is not blood, which flower is not a curse?