Defeat That Fake Heroine

Lingding's figure on the river bank has no reflection, quietly flowers also have no sound.

Here, there are only tens of millions of years of loneliness and eternal night.

Gu Huawei didn't look back, and didn't dare to look back. It is said that the souls who look back on the bridge of life and death in the Styx River, whether they come or go, have never been reborn.

Gu Huawei raises her feet and walks quietly towards the path of flowers blooming on the other side of the road. The river Styx becomes eternal behind her. Those hands that can't wait for her eyes are finally pulled back into the water by the unknown power. She can only hear the faint scream, and even the ghost's pain is so quiet.

Gu Huawei raised his hand to look at his white palm. There was a black mist flowing. It was the first time that Longjin gave her something to protect her life when she left. Some people were worried that she would die in the middle of the journey. For the first time, someone gave her a protective attitude.

This feeling Nice, isn't it?

As if the black fog felt her mind and had a little joy, it was not as dazed as its owner. When it got Gu Huawei's favor, it immediately wound Gu Huawei's wrist and whirled around her arm. It was very happy.

Gu Huawei smiles quietly and doesn't look at it any more. She walks in the bright red, surrounded by big flowers. She doesn't know where this path will eventually lead, but she has no choice but to go on.

Along the way, Gu Huawei did not meet a person, or soul, even she would suffer. She never doubted whether the disciples of other sects were dazed by the inexplicable fragrance of flowers. Therefore, we must not be spared. Meeting is just a matter of time.

Think of here, Gu Huawei's heart completely relaxed, just like strolling in the garden, walking in the sea of flowers, purple skirt meandering like the charm of flowers.

Until the more and more clear sound of breaking the wind came behind, Gu Huawei just stopped, did not stop, a black figure passed by her side, stepping on the other side of the flower, a body of cold evil spirit, ghost face fangs, hurried away, followed by the second figure, blood breath, like a life-threatening wild ghost, the third figure almost came from Gu Huawei Hua Wei's side through, the figure is dark, can't see the original appearance, roaring loudly, it is a heinous ghost, want to use claws to catch Gu Hua Wei's neck, but finally by the black fog, cry to chase the two figures in front, all the way, let a person creepy.

The fourth figure, the fifth figure Gu Huawei has been quietly counting the number of figures passing by him. There are crying women, greedy businessmen, powerful people and ministers There are old women, young children, unsuccessful men and unhappy girls When every soul passes by her, she can hear their sad cry or unwilling voice. They increase the number again and again, just like the tsunami, with the sentimental love of previous life. In the last 100th night, they are quietly rushed back from the most sentimental place, and go to the place they should go together in the eternal night.

This is the so-called ghost night trip.

From the beginning, the first ghost stayed in a place, then ghost appeared, and Luotuo appeared. They increased in turn. On the last 100th day, they made a hundred ghosts' night trip.

They go through the storm together, with cynical mourning, making waves in the deepest night, until they come back here.

Gu Huawei looked at the last one, that is, the hundredth soul, passing by her side. She felt unspeakable emotion that she saw the legendary ghost night travel. Although she was not in the mortal world, just here, she was a little surprised.

She should feel lucky that when she met them, she was only in the underworld where they were ghosts.

Gu Huawei didn't know where the 100 ghosts had gone. All she knew was that she seemed to be lost.

Through the erosive sea of flowers surrounded by flowers on the other side, Gu Huawei looks at the cliffs in front of him, and his heart almost collapses.

In the middle of the road, there is no bright future, but there is a cliff. Can this kind of failure not appear on her every time.

Under the cliff is the surging river Styx. Gu Huawei has reason to believe that all the ghosts walking by are in this river. They are willing to degenerate and become immortal. They have no reincarnation and gradually forget their own ghosts.

No matter how clean the soul fell into the river Styx, no matter how clear the heart is, it must be assimilated by the devil buried in the blood and become a monster who wants to drag the soul into the water.

Now, she is standing on the cliff, either falling into the abyss, or returning to the place where she came, but there is no way back when she came. She can clearly feel that the flowers blooming on the other side are gradually withering, and they are gradually disappearing, just like the white bone bridge of life and death that she disappeared after walking once.

The winding and rugged path has disappeared, leaving only the blood of breaking through the river bank and rushing up to drown the whole sea of flowers.

Gu Huawei stood quietly in the same place. She didn't understand why the strange fragrance of flowers wanted to send her here. But when she heard the drowning sound behind her, she also heard the pain of crying and howling. It was those sad souls. She suddenly understood something.Such understanding makes her unable to connect with the whole thing, but makes her not so confused.

She stretched out her hand and gently pulled out a bunch of beautiful Wisteria flowers on her head, which were still in full bloom. They were the companion flowers of the Saro twin trees. The Saro twin trees were calm and had nothing to do with them. They were the most psychic existence from heaven to earth, and they were also the dark natural enemies of all evil spirits. So their companion flowers should not be very bad.

The broken purple flowers in her hands quickly turned into a whip of spiritual power, flowers blooming quietly, in the evil place, unspeakable clean.

The evil spirit of the underworld may have shackles on the soul, but for the accompanying flowers of the Saro twin trees, they can only retreat, not to mention Gu Huawei's recognition of the master's weapon.

The beautiful Wisteria flower whip almost didn't have Gu Huawei's command, so it began to rush up to those who wanted to grasp Gu Huawei's claws and beat them out. The power of not entering the world pumped on those souls and set off a storm. Those souls who couldn't bear to absorb the fresh power screamed together. The scream was full of resentment and curse, and it was a curse Be pulled off palm, see so, those resentment spirit dare not rush up again rashly!

Gu Huawei silently looks at the cliff in front of her and thinks about how to pass. She doesn't pay attention to the movement behind her. After all, if she has a weapon. Even if you can't do this, it's also in vain for the name of Accompanying flowers, isn't it?