Chapter 1485 Curtain

Xia Qi could not detect the changes in the outside world. At this time, he was in a strange state.

Like a moviegoer in a private theater, watching the pictures that kept flashing on the screen.

Most of the scenes are on a very ordinary-looking bus.

The people inside, sitting on the seats of the bus, seemed to be chatting with each other.

It's just that he doesn't know any of these people except the man named Xiao Mo.

You can't even hear the content of their chat.

It's just a picture that appears momentarily.

But as time passed, and as the screen jumped more and more frequently, he gradually saw something.

That's the people on the bus, changing all the time.

Some people got off the bus and never came back.

The number of people also began to become smaller and smaller, from the first seven or eight to the last three or two.

The initial greenness on Xiao Mo's face was completely replaced by perseverance.

Such a scene was as if God was telling him about his suffering experience back then.

People kept appearing and people kept leaving.

He saw Xiao Mo's fragility and his loneliness behind others.

He raised his head as if he didn't want to shed tears, but the tears kept sliding down his cheeks.

He looked at him, and his hair gradually turned from black to silver.

He looked at his mouth and murmured, as if he was reciting the names of many people.

The scene changed, the bus disappeared without a trace, and the world was shrouded in darkness.

Several men floated high in the sky, roaring towards a prison-like existence.

Xiao Mo stood below, his liver and gallbladder bursting, as if he was desperately trying to stop something.

All those people turned into blood mist, the prison was broken open, and Xiao Mo fell into it.

Then everything disappeared.

It wasn't until it was quiet for a long time that a few distant stars appeared on the screen. A man with white hair walked slowly towards one end, muttering to himself.

I don't know how long he walked until he stopped feebly.

Then his eyes looked downward.

That's a city.

His eyes passed through the city and fell on some people.

Xia Qi recognized those people as those who were on the bus with him at that time.

Those people were talking and laughing, or they were already married, or they were worrying about trivial things, as if they had completely forgotten what they had experienced.

Xiao Mo just looked at them.

day after day.

It was as if time could not move at all in the space he was in.

The people below were smiling, but he was alone, muttering in the darkness as if reminiscing.

Then everything fell into pieces again and collapsed into nothingness.

Xia Qi also completely lost consciousness during this process, like a wandering soul floating in the world.

I don’t know where I am, and I don’t know where to return.

Just when Xia Qi fell into this state of not knowing anything about the outside world or himself, a week had passed unknowingly to the outside world.

Except for the second domain, where Cao Yingjiu and others are working hard to restore the vitality of the underworld, the death trial field where all forces gather is surprisingly quiet.

It was as if after the great battle in a foreign land, all the forces were severely injured and in urgent need of time to recuperate.

The Witch God is very quiet.

Guiber and other people in the Western camp are quiet.

The Eastern camp was equally quiet.

All forces seemed to be waiting for something tacitly.

Only the power of the masked man is still ready to move in the death trial field.

All forces dispersed and began to frantically search for ghosts that were causing harm to one side. They covered a large area, almost contiguous with the area occupied by the Western camp.

Liu Yanmin was also in the team that eliminated the army of ghosts from the Death Trial Field.

Today, he is already a big shot at the peak of a director, with as many as a hundred senior managers at the manager level.

Everyone regards him as a devil because he has lost control of his heart many times and even killed those around him.

The number of times I get lost is increasing, from occasionally at first, then often, to now happening every day, and lasting longer and longer.

Liu Yanmin knew that his time was running out and he was already separated from his subordinates, and he did not want to kill innocent people indiscriminately for his own reasons.

For the power possessed by the masked man, losing a director would have almost no impact.

So even if he died here, he wouldn't attract anyone's attention.

Xia Qi asked him more than once whether it was worth doing so, and why he would rather do it despite knowing what fate was waiting for him.

The reason is very simple. He also told Xia Qi that it is for strength.

Only by mastering enough power can he alleviate the pain in his heart.

No matter what, he could never forget the helplessness of his relatives and friends who died in the hands of the haunted house one after another.

It's not like he hasn't thought about letting go of his hatred and grief and living well.

But he couldn't do it, there was no way to let go of these things and survive.

Only through killing, constantly killing those ghosts, and integrating them can he feel the meaning of his existence.

The masked man is indeed scary, but it can give him power and a way to gain power.

Let him grow from weak to strong step by step.

Step by step, he grew from the bottom of the food chain to a director capable of killing ghosts and causing chaos.

This alone is enough.

From the first time he went mad uncontrollably and lost his mind, he knew that he would never be able to return to Xia Qi and the others.

This is why his attitude towards Xia Qi suddenly became indifferent.

It's not that he wants to alienate his friends, but that he doesn't want to hurt them one day, or end up at their hands.

No matter which one it is, it will cause them great pain.

So since he had already taken this step before, why bother to look back?

Perhaps we can only regret that we are destined to be friends in this life, but not brothers.

Liu Yanmin didn't know when she would lose all her sanity and become a killing weapon.

But while he can still hold on to his humanity, he still wants to do one thing and go to another place.

He wanted to pay homage to his dead relatives and friends, to pay homage to Nangong Yun, who had melted the coldness in his heart, and to visit again the villa where they had lived together.

I want to go back to the hometown that gave birth to him, raised him, and left him with great pain.

No matter what, the wanderer returns home, and the fallen leaves return to their roots.

On this day, Liu Yanmin began to head towards home, trying to stay away from the death trial field.

The forces of the masked man spread widely in the Death Trial Field.

And everyone behind all this, including Mo Shuhui, didn't know his whereabouts.

There is a larger space on the edge of the Death Trial Field.

The space is made up of more than a dozen cities. While the Death Trial Field can be described as being overrun by ghosts, this place is still like a paradise, free from any intrusion.