This small world is finished.

At the top of Zhongling Mountain, the evening breeze blows gently, the grass shakes its head, the stars hang low, and the bright moon hangs in the distance.

The silver light falls on the earth, the starlight looks like fine white sugar, and the white moonlight looks like a white frost.

Xu You lay on the soft grass, stretched out, and looked at Xun Yin beside her.

No matter what the view, he only looks at her.

After his recovery there was no end of anxiety, he never took his eyes off her, and the night followed him like a shadow, he opened two rooms, and when he looked up, he had to see her.

Even so, he couldn't sleep well, and closed his eyes to rest as Xu You wanted him to, but when she went to sleep, he would stand by the bed in silence and look at her quietly, as if he wanted to look back at the gap of these twenty years.

Xu You knew, but you just didn't poke holes in it, and some of the after-effects will have to be smoothed out slowly.

Look at each other for a moment.

Xu You looked at the wine pot in his hand, a little bit of craving, too long to drink, but her body nowadays can not drink wine, because this body does not have five organs and six viscera.

" Xun Yin, tea or wine?"

"Tea."

Because in the time when he only drank tea, nothing had happened yet, he only needed to hide his feelings, and his greatest wish was to be with her forever in the Pear Blossom Garden, master and disciple together.

Seeing his darkened eyes, Xu You sat up and abruptly approached him, stroking his neck with one hand and feeling the warmth of her fingertips touching it, she hooked her red lips, "But I'm somewhat tempted to drink."

Feeling the slight coldness on his lips, Xun Yin's eyes trembled slightly, his breathing stopped instantly, and the knot in his throat slid up and down as he clenched the green grass on the ground violently with both hands.

Xu You touch is to retreat, forcibly feign normal operation, the face does not change expression actually heart wildly beating, she lightly coughed: "That ......"

Before she could finish her sentence, she noticed that Xun Yin was slightly bent over, her head lowered, and her ears reddened, along with a blush spreading down the side of her face and neck.

Xu You couldn't help but laugh a little, but was afraid that if he did, Xun Yin would be even more embarrassed.

She suddenly remembered the year when she picked up the bruised teenager, to give him medicine, he grabbed the quilt with one hand, grabbed his pants with the other, lowered his head and blushed straight away.

Xu You thought, "There's a lot about him that hasn't changed over the years.

Seeing that it was getting late, Xu You said, "Let's go back."

Xun Yin: "Good."

As they walk through the mountains, the light and shadows dim, Xu You notices his hand reaching for hers, pausing before it touches her, and then silently withdrawing it.

The introverted restraint that he had developed from his teenage years made him habitually hide all his burning feelings in the bottom of his heart, only thinking not to affect her, not to bring her any disturbance or trouble, and not to let her have any words to fall into other people's mouths.

Xu You raised her hand to take his, interlocking her fingers, and feeling the damp heat of his palm, she stopped and looked at him, saying in a single word, " Xun Yin , it's just us."

It's just us, and it's nobody's business how we should be.

The leaves rustled in the forest, muffling the sound of his soul-stirring heartbeat, and he lowered his eyes, looking at their clasped hands, and he couldn't restrain himself from reaching out with his other hand to hold her close.

"Master."

"Uh-huh."

"Master."

"I am."

"Master ......"

"Xun Yin, I'm here."

His face was buried in the hollow of her shoulder, and he called her in a low, husky voice that spoke of all that was thought, thought, thought, thought, and delusion.

The breath on her neck and shoulders was warm, Xu You raised her hand and touched his head, looking at the dappled moonlight seeping through the treetops, she said softly, " Xun Yin, do you believe it."

"Actually, we've been in love for several lifetimes."

--

Back at Pear Blossom Garden, the two go inside.

Xun Yin still held her hand, unable to let go of it, looking at her with eyes that were too gentle for words, like the starlight and moonlight outside had merged into them.

"It's fine if you don't let go," looking at him like that, Xu You couldn't help but tease him, "you can help me change too."

With that, she brought his hand to her waistband.

Xun Yin instantly let go of her hand as if she had touched a fire, and turned away in a hurry, holding back the heat on her face as she said, "It won't work."

He was originally a dirty bloodline, reckless and lowly, and now he has fallen into the devil's path.

He doesn't deserve it.

When she was on top of the high platform at the disciple acceptance ceremony, she was in a white dress that was holy and beautiful, and this image was engraved into his bone marrow.

She was a god in his heart, and he was willing to be a believer as humble as dust.

Kneel only at her feet in this life and the next.

Just religiously expect a glance back from her.

The believer does not have access to the gods and is not worthy of them.

Seeing that his back was turned, Xu You did not guess what he was thinking at the moment, so he began to undo his belt, wanting to change into a light bedclothes.

She pulled off her lining and found some fine powder, and more fell off as the garment shook.

Under the warm yellow lamplight, Xu You looked at her body and couldn't help but freeze in place, her eyes widening.

Large and small cracks appeared on the jade white skin of the whole body, like the cracks that appeared when porcelain was smashed and cracked, and the empty blackness of the body could also be seen from the larger cracks.

The wind poured in between the cracks, and the sound it made was like the wind pouring into a cracked porcelain pot.

This body ......

"Master?"

Xu You came back to his senses and hastily said, "Don't turn around, it's not changed yet."

There was a finger-width gap at her collarbone; she couldn't wear her bedding anymore, her collarbone would be visible.

After a while, Xu You said, "Okay."

Xun Yin turned around and saw that she was still wearing her daytime dress and didn't say anything, just assuming that Xu You was deliberately teasing him again just now.

Xu You had a hard night's sleep, and although she lay flat and motionless, Xun Yin quickly realized that something was wrong with her and asked softly from a distance, "Master, what's wrong?"

She opened her mouth, momentarily at a loss as to what to say, the words turned and turned in her mouth, finally turning into a silent sigh, "For some reason, it's just a bit hard to sleep, why don't you read me the sword manual."

The ground-up sword book that she had once read to him so often had been carried around with him, and from time to time he would turn to it, its edges rubbed and frayed.

Xun Yin picked up the book that was placed at the bedside and slowly read it.

Xu You's eyes were so hard that they hurt, she was too afraid of parting, and she didn't dare to face it, especially to him.

She pulled the pearly jade pin off her head and looked to the wall of the bed.

The low, clear voice echoing in the room was unbroken, and she struggled to hear every word, but it was getting harder and harder to hear, her body was getting heavier and heavier, and her vision was getting blurry.

When the light of day breaks, the morning sun falls into the yard, the candles in the house burn out and go out, a wisp of green smoke like a broken lifeline.

"Master?" Xun Yin's voice was slightly hoarse from sitting on the edge of her bed reading all night.

When he didn't hear an echo, he thought Xu You was asleep, and thinking to take another look at her while she slept, he got up and softly marched to her bedside.

"Master!"

Xun Yin's eyes suddenly widened and narrowed, her fingertips trembling as they touched her cheek.

She was out of breath and her whole face was covered in cracks.

The blood in his body instantly freezes and freezes, Xun Yin stays in place for a long time, realizing that drops of water have fallen on her face, he carefully raises his hand to help her wipe it off, only to find that more and more drops of water are falling on her face.

As an afterthought, he raised his hand to touch himself under his eyes, only to realize that he was already in tears.

Xun Yin knelt on the floor and leaned down to take her into his arms, a jade hairpin slipped from between her hands, he froze and reached down to pick it up just as he raised his eyes to see a few words carved into the corner of the bed-

- Xun Yin, I've always liked you.

-Every time, I'm here for you.

-Next time, I'll come looking for you too.

-So don't be afraid and don't--

By the time she reached the last sentence, her strength was exhausted, the words were getting more and more blurry, and she couldn't finish carving.

The cold silence of the house resounded with strange and sudden laughter, like crying like laughing, hoarse voice choked broken in the throat.

"Tick, tick."

Blood oozed from between his fingers against his brow bone, channels of bright red running across his face and dripping to the ground.

The world is extremely bitter, but few people cry out in grief.

--

Zhongling Mountain is home to a madman that no one knows about, who will run down the mountain in the daytime, and when he sees a woman in a white dress, he will follow her, constantly chanting, "Master, Master ......"

In the evening, he would change into a white suit and return to the hills, murmuring fiendishly to a body of broken porcelain.

......

The people can not beat him, only to see him far behind the woman in white, and did not do something, they no longer care about him, only to treat him as a crazy person, as well as as as the gossip after dinner.

"Tsk tsk, the Great Demon King whose might shook the two paths is crazy, it's really ridiculous."

"It's not that there are too many wronged souls under his command, and he got his comeuppance."

Listening to the murmurings of others, a disciple looked to Yanzhi Fan, who was sitting in a wheelchair next to him, and asked in a low voice, "The Valley Master anticipates things as if they were divine, Xun Yin really did completely collapse as you said."

After several failures, Yanzhi Fan and the others realized that the power of the righteous is not enough to get rid of Xun Yin, so they united with the people of the Devil's Abyss. After all, not all devils are willing to recognize Xun Yin as the king, and he has half of the righteous's blood in him.

Unorthodox, non-evil, non-human, non-demon, such a crippled piece of work is not worthy of death.

The depths of the Devil's Abyss there is an eight-legged demon specializing in body shaping, human body can be shaped, but to be able to put the soul, must have the magic glaze to shape the magic glaze is rare, for thousands of years only found a piece of the magic glaze will be used to shape the body of Xu You.

The person molded by the magic glaze could perfectly copy everything, including the appearance and voice as well as the demeanor, but it had two great shortcomings, one was the burning of the soul, in order for the body to act, it would consume the soul, and the second was that there were times when the body container would be depleted.

In fact, Xu You's body had already been made, but it was hard to find a soul that resembled Xu You. Yanzhi Fan spent more than ten years through deduction and calculation before she found one that barely matched, and it just so happened that the person wanted to take revenge on Xun Yin, so even if it was only for ten days, and even if he would be dispersed, she agreed to do it.

Yanzhi Fan certainly didn't expect her to kill Xun Yin through Xu You's appearance, he was waiting for the body to wear out and waste away.

Losing and regaining and losing again was enough to break Xun Yin as the last straw.

Yanzhi Fan looked toward Xun Yin's madly departing back and said, "The time has come, wait for him at the foot of Zhongling Mountain in the evening."

Xun Yin went mad in the morning and came to his senses in the evening. When the sun set, he put on his white clothes, tied up his hair and headed for Zhongling Mountain.

Until the foot of the mountain, black demonic qi surged out from his palm and condensed into a long sword, killing towards the front.

"Do you want to save her?" With his sword at his neck, Yanzhi Fan said lightly, without changing his color.

The blade of the sword stuttered, Xun Yin really stopped his hand, unable to hide his hope in the bottom of his shadowy eyes, "How can I save it?"

The disciple beside Yanzhi Fan could not help but look shocked, for Xun Yin was not asking, "Why should I trust you?", "Can you save her? "How can you save her?" "What can you do to save her?" and so on.

He only asked how to save.

It shows that he knew it was a trap, and for the sake of that sporadic expectation, even if the bottom was full of steel thorns, he did not hesitate to jump down.

That disciple couldn't help but sigh, there was such a crazy and foolish person in the world.

Everything is as it should be, Yanzhi Fan said, "A life for a life, Underworld has the Well of the Sun and the Flower of the Other Side, you can take her to find life, I will open the way to Underworld for you."

Those who have access to heavenly destiny also have access to hell, where they are sacrificed with their life span, and their body is lost and their soul is dispersed, and they do not enter into the cycle of reincarnation.

It was the responsibility and the end of their family, and he was the last, and there would be no more skywriters ever again.

Xun Yin carries Xu You's body down the mountain and says to Yanzhi Fan, "Begin."

Yanzhi Fan drew a door formation in the air, and then put a curse on himself, turning into a puddle of blood and water to merge into the door formation, and all of a sudden, blood light rushed to the sky, space was distorted, and a pitch-black void appeared.

Xun Yin held Xu You in his arms, and without stopping for a moment, he stepped directly into the pitch-black void.

Within a few moments, the void disappeared.

......

Underworld The ground is full of yellow sand, the wind is howling, the sky is dark and low, and there is a silent deathly silence everywhere.

Ahead of them was a river of ink and darkness like the River Styx, waveless and flat as a mirror.

Xun Yin traveled to the edge of the river, there was no reflection on the surface of the river, and countless dark and shadowy ghostly faces floated under the water, waving their teeth and claws at him, excited to the extreme.

Just then, out of nowhere, a few wooden-looking ghosts floated in, and a wooden boat suddenly appeared by the river, with a hunched-back, skinny, bony old woman sitting on it.

Those ghosts got on the boat, the old woman with her head hanging down noticed something and turned her head to look at Xun Yin, she had no eyes, no nose and no mouth, but she was able to make a voice: "The living are not allowed to cross the boat, wherever you come from, go back, or else you'll die ......."

Her voice drifted away and the boat disappeared.

Xun Yin looked down at the person in her arms, held her higher, and then lifted her feet into the river, with the sound of burning flesh under her feet.

The water near him grew thicker and blacker, and all the ghosts and monsters in the river swarmed toward him, greedily tearing at his flesh and sucking at his blood and bones.

Traveling to the river, he had no flesh and blood below his knees, and when he crossed to the shore, he had only cold white bones below his thighs.

He used his mana to strengthen his body, hugging her tightly and insisting on moving forward.

The deadly place scoured every living thing for a hint of scent.

The whistling wind swept up the yellow sand, invisibly twisted into sharp blades, cutting on his body, soon, his face and body appeared a trail of blood, bright red blood flowers, blood-colored footprints were covered by yellow sand.

Underworld was the place where past lives and present lives were connected, and countless fragments of memories had emerged like a tidal wave since he had crossed the River Styx.

For one man to go global, he is Min Duan;

Cutting open the heart for one man, he's Jue Shen;

Struggling with the sea of bitterness for one man, he is the Winking Art;

He is Si Yu, who cuts off his tail and turns it into foam for one person;

For the sake of one man, he is Xun Yin.

These people are all him, and the one he works for and the one he loves are all Xu You.

Turns out, they've been in love for so long.

And at the moment, she in her arms cracked like ceramic with more cracks, and from her fingertips she began to fall downward as fine sand.

Xun Yin's hands trembled as she tried to catch the sand in a panic.

At the same time, a man in black appeared, with chains on his right wrist and a yin sign in his left hand.

Xun Yin raised his eyes to him and hastily asked in a loud voice, "Where are the Tong Yang Well and the Other Shore Flower?"

Black Impermanence looked at him lightly, "There is no Three Lives Stone Naiho Bridge here, not to mention the Tongyang Well and the flowers on the other side of the shore."

Xun Yin dropped to her knees and begged, "Please save her."

"The living should not be here."

"I couldn't save her," said Black Impermanence coldly, "and I couldn't save you either."

More sand slipped from her clothes, and Xun Yin turned pale, trembling, her eyes red.

Soon Xu You was no longer in human form, turning into quicksand and falling down into the yellow sand, his clothes quickly drying out.

Xun Yin frantically grabbed those quicksand, the fine sand slipped from between his fingers, all in vain, he said in a muffled voice: " Xu You , you said you would come back to look for me next time."

"Don't forget."

"Stop lying to me ......"

Before the words fell, his body shattered and turned into pieces that dissipated with the wind.

Everything returned to yellow sand, as if those two had never been there.

There are countless stories buried under this boundless yellow sand, so what's the rarity.

Black Impermanence had little expression, fingertips raised, the chain on his wrist flew out, and the chain, as if it couldn't find the direction, made two bends and returned to his hand.

Black Impermanence will not save people, nor have the leisure to appreciate the sadness of life and death, he is just a businessman to come here to claim souls, but why not this time?

He tapped the yin sign, again making sure this was the right place, and had to pinch himself.

After a few moments.

"Heh."

"It's just the two Heavenly Gods transiting."

The black figure disappears into the ghastly wind, Underworld is dead silent, and it's business as usual.