The hoarse chirping of birds echoed in the deep valley, and a few lonely, cold rays of moonlight poured down from the narrow valley opening.
Ghostly voices echoed from the valley below.
They all looked at the little boy in black who had been thrown down this morning. His spiritual power was pure and boundless, and no ghost dared to approach him.
They knew his name was "Tan" and that he was only five years old.
The wind in the secluded valley was cool and biting. This chill woke the drowsy boy. He opened his eyes, and his golden eyes seemed to have been tinted, gradually turning into a dark blue. His gaze focused, and he saw Yan Chiyu.
His red cloak fluttered in the wind. Yan Chiyu opened his eyes wide, trying to see everything around him, but it was so dark and blurry that he couldn't tell which way was which, or even see anything at all.
Yan Chiyu opened his mouth slightly, wanting to call out that familiar name, but his throat felt as if it had been shattered and filled with blood, unable to utter a single syllable.
The fear of his shrinking body, the unease of losing all his spiritual power, the inability to speak, and the inability to hear—all these anxieties overwhelmed Yan Chiyu. He instinctively shrank into a corner, the purple soul flowing over his body, stirring up an unsettling tremor.
He heard a venomous, hoarse voice in his ear, laced with a sinister laugh: "Stop struggling, you'll be devoured by ten thousand ghosts, no one can escape!"
Every minute and every second here was unbearable. He couldn't tell the sunlight or the time of day. He was like a lonely waste abandoned by time, by the world, and by humanity.
Perhaps there is nothing more desperate than this.
but.
have.
The sharp teeth of the demons began to touch his skin, the subtle gnawing sounds combined with the whirlwind that swept through the room, more terrifying and more despairing than the presence of death itself.
"You are the food that God has given us!"
"This smooth and delicate skin is absolutely delicious!"
For the first few days, Yan Chiyu could still tell himself to stay awake, but afterwards, he didn't know how much time had passed. At that time, there was not a single ray of light in the secluded valley, his breathing became shallower and shallower, and his deep and beautiful eyes lost their luster, with the wisps of water glistening in them being the only bright spot in the darkness.
The demons began to gnaw at his marrow and lick his memories.
"Just die already!"
"It would be better if he were dead."
"If you die, you won't have to suffer these things."
These thoughts raced through his mind; he was trapped here, unable to go anywhere. The ranks of the ten thousand ghosts seemed to have grown even larger, surrounding him completely, impenetrably.
A low growl accompanied the sound of bone marrow being gnawed at, without any pain, perhaps because he was already numb; his face was deathly pale.
He is a god, and there is no blood where he was bitten by countless demons. Yes, even if there were bloodstains, he could not see them.
He vaguely sensed that when he occasionally looked down and could see something, his bitten arms and legs seemed to become transparent.
He became neither a god nor a ghost.
Over time, even the most composed and calm person can become hysterical.
Yan Chiyu raised his head and roared, hoping someone could hear his voice, but unfortunately, no one did.
At this moment, the icy blue feather between the boy's brows emits a faint glow. It is the mark of the only returning evening bird in the world, his true form.
The evening bird is born to love the freedom of the blue sky and is unrestrained; even in the coldest weather, it does not love the darkness.
He couldn't hold on any longer.
However, he had not yet met Wu Yue.
wait.
Waiting for her to come.
Haunted by countless ghosts, his eyes were empty like a puppet's, and the crushed moonlight was slowly dissipating. It wasn't hard to imagine that he might turn to dust in the next second and vanish into the cold, deathly darkness.
"Ah Tan!"
An anxious and concerned voice shouted, its starlight piercing the darkness.
The moon hanging in the sky was gradually swallowed by dark clouds, and the dragon roared, breaking through the clouds.
The jade pendants jingled crisply, and the newcomer parted the clouds and ghosts; wherever the divine power reached, a scorching area was created.
Yan Chiyu was embraced by an equally petite figure.
He vaguely heard a familiar voice calling out "A-Tan," and he felt both sad and happy.
Yan Chiyu wanted to ask, "Is it Wu Yue?"
But he couldn't make a sound, not even a simple gesture like a hug. Because, except for his head, every part of his body had become completely transparent. He even doubted whether the other person could still touch him.
Gradually, in a daze, he could no longer hear the man's shouts, nor the chorus of ghosts crying and laughing, nor the sound of bones being gnawed...
The mortal world, the secluded valley, all is tranquil.
Yan Chiyu murmured softly, murmuring that familiar name. Even though there was no sound.
“Witch Moon”.
Yan Chiyu suddenly realized that the pain he was suffering was not something he should have experienced.
So, whose experience was it that he went through?
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