"Hush! Be quiet! Don't be afraid! How could I hurt you? Don't move."

Along with these low and gentle words, a cool breath came like a tide, mixed with a suffocatingly rich floral scent, like a torrent, penetrating into the back of Blore's neck without hindrance.

In an instant, Blore felt a chill down his spine, as if he had been thrown into a freezing cold ice cellar.

There is no warmth here at all, only the bone-chilling coldness.

His body seemed to be under a spell, becoming extremely stiff, completely losing the strength to struggle. Even his thoughts seemed to be frozen at this moment, unable to react in any way.

At this moment, a faint but extremely sharp laugh suddenly broke the silence. The laugh was vague at first, but soon became clear, like a ghostly whisper, lingering in Blore's ears.

Strangely, when this laughter sounded, Blore's originally stiff and numb body began to slowly regain consciousness.

However, as his senses gradually recovered, he felt more and more clearly that the force exerted by the person holding him from behind was getting stronger and stronger, and that person's body was becoming colder and harder, like an indestructible piece of ice.

At the same time, the graceful figures that were originally dancing on the window papers and curtains were changing at an astonishing speed.

I saw that the colors on their bodies kept changing with the passage of time. First, the bright scarlet color gradually condensed into a deep brown-red, and finally completely transformed into a dark color as black as ink and bottomless.

These figures, like ghosts, slowly and silently broke free from the flat scroll, as if being pulled by some mysterious force, and gradually merged into this real three-dimensional space.

Their movements are soft and graceful, swaying and graceful, as if every step contains endless meaning.

These figures moved extremely quickly, completing the arrangement and combination in the blink of an eye, closely connected to each other, forming an amazing picture.

They all lowered their heads, put their hands together, and assumed an extremely pious posture, as if they were holding a grand ceremony full of mystery from ancient times.

However, this was not the case for Blore, who was completely unaware of all this.

At first, as the man held him tightly, Blore was filled with fear and anxiety, and his body was as tense as a fully drawn bowstring.

But as time went on, he found that the other party did not do anything other than hug him, so his originally highly nervous mood gradually eased, and slowly an indescribable feeling of boredom evolved.

At this time, Blore felt that his organs had gradually recovered their normal functions, but maintaining the same posture for a long time made his legs and feet begin to feel slightly numb.

He raised his head boredly and cast his gaze on the strange patterns made up of black shadows before him. These shadows intertwined with each other, forming complex and wonderful shapes that made people imagine.

At this moment, Blore's thoughts drifted away involuntarily.

He recalled seeing a group of flower fairies dancing in the trees. Their figures were light and graceful, like fairies descending to earth.

Between the huge curtains that reached the ground, they danced with their graceful bodies, bringing up bursts of charming fragrance. The warm wind gently surrounded them, as if the whole world was immersed in this wonderful atmosphere.

Just as Blore was suddenly lost in his memories, a sudden voice suddenly rang in his ears:

"What are you thinking about?"

This voice was like a heavy hammer, instantly pulling him back to reality from his fantasy.

Then, the voice came again:

"Are you looking at them? Actually, there's nothing interesting here. Hmmmm... But if you must, I allow you to turn around and look at me."

A chilling breath lingered like a ghost, like countless invisible and thin silk threads, tightly wrapped around Blore.

He just opened his mouth to say something, but at this moment, an uncontrollable chill suddenly hit him, making him shiver involuntarily.

There was a loud "bang" and this magnificent hall, whose overall color was mainly deep dark, began to tremble violently, as if it was hit by some huge force.

"Hmm? Another one..." A voice came from behind Blore, but before he could finish his words, he was rudely interrupted by the sound of hurried footsteps.

Then, the footsteps became faster and closer, accompanied by the crisp, pleasant, cheerful and lively sounds of gold ornaments and spirit stones colliding with each other.

"Brother, I finally found you! This journey wasn't easy. But thankfully, I finally found you here. But... may I ask who that incredibly ugly guy standing behind you is?"

As a somewhat sinister young man's voice sounded, Blore's eyes widened uncontrollably as if he had been cast under a spell.

Oh my god, it's Ri Huaian! How could he... How could he appear here so suddenly? This doesn't make sense at all!

You know, under normal circumstances, he should have been just a character in the illusion created by the mysterious misty cypress forest.

Moreover, he had clearly escaped from that illusion, so why was he here alive again? A series of questions flooded into Blore's mind like a tide, leaving him confused and at a loss.

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