Looking from afar, at the foot of the back mountain, there is a small Yin-Yang shrine, which is easily overlooked by passersby if they do not look carefully.
He walked slowly down the mountain, his purpose was clear, his heart was pounding, and his whole body was trembling.
As they reached the gorge halfway up the mountain, several people emerged from the small Yin-Yang shrine, led by a shikigami accompanied by several R-class shikigami.
"They're here!"
His heart fluttered, and he was so nervous that he couldn't even take a step.
"Father, someone is coming out over there."
The shikigami also saw the onmyoji and his shikigami who came out and gave him a warning.
"I know."
He put away his fan and walked step by step to the Onmyoji at the foot of the mountain.
It'll be soon!
Fifty meters, thirty meters... ten meters... until finally only one meter remained between him and her.
"Hello."
He raised his hand to greet the Onmyoji he had "coincidentally" encountered.
"Uh... hello."
The passing Onmyoji hesitated upon hearing the voice. She looked up, but under the tall blue hat was not the face he recognized.
This is a strange woman.
"Oh……"
He laughed out loud.
As expected, it was both unexpected and yet within my expectations.
With his desperate smile, the world before him began to collapse, and in the end, everything was condensed into an overwhelming darkness.
"Hmm..."
He opened his eyes, his skeletal arm lifted slightly, his body twitched mechanically a few times, and he lay flat on the ground, his nose filled with the nausea and rotten smell, and his stomach churned with acid.
"Where is this place?"
He couldn't help but speak, but his voice was very hoarse. His words sounded like those of an eighty or ninety-year-old woman. He felt an icy chill, beyond the limits of human endurance, seeping from the ground.
Am I dead?
He clenched his fist; his fingers were covered in something that looked like paint dripped onto the back of his hand, creating an uncomfortable sensation.
A sticky, nauseating smell emanated from him.
Is anyone there?
His hoarse voice rang out again in the darkness.
He strained to look up at the sky, his eyes wide and almost bursting. The sky looked so dark, without a single star or moon, which was very abnormal.
After an unknown amount of time, he felt himself regaining some strength. He slowly moved his seemingly broken leg and tried to look in another direction.
I can't see anything.
Has the world ended?
Where is Qiu Shui?
There was no sound here, not even the sound of rain or wind. It was pitch black, as if no life existed here.
How did he end up here?
He groped around on the ground with his fingers and grabbed a round thing. It felt smooth to the touch, but it was uneven with some grains of sand on it.
Raise your other hand and gently place it on this thing. There are things in front and on both sides of this thing, but nothing in the middle; the middle is empty.
"What is that?"
He touched it again, but couldn't tell.
He placed the object within his fingers' reach and continued searching around his body, trying to find something useful.
Around him were some small stones, which seemed to be things that had fallen from the building, and some other things, as big as grains of rice.
"What's this?"
He pinched the thing and felt some sticky liquid in his hand.
insect.
He recognized him.
That size... it must be a maggot.
Feeling nauseous, he struggled to turn over, reaching his hand forward as if he had touched something.
"Huh? What's this...?"
His stomach suddenly swelled up, and he slowly turned over while groaning, as if something was about to come out of his stomach!
Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He touched his head and felt something sticky on his hand. He put it to his mouth and tasted a little. It was blood!
Startled, he dared not think about where he was. All around was quiet, and he suddenly felt a pair of eyes watching him silently in the darkness.
"Thump!"
A few scattered sounds came from behind.
He held his breath.
After this period of time, he realized one thing: there might be no one left alive here...
What is that sound?
"Tick-tock—"
A drop of water fell on his forehead, and by instinct, a blurry black shadow appeared before him...
My whole body stiffened, and the slight pain in my abdomen instantly subsided. A feeling of being watched by prey washed over me, and I couldn't see my hand in front of my face all around me.
He slowly straightened his posture and casually looked up into the sky. Suddenly, he saw two red dots appear in the air! They stared at him so stiffly, so sinisterly and eerily...
He bit his lower lip tightly with the few teeth that hadn't been burned away during the fire, sensing that something big was about to happen!
"Who are you?"
He shouted loudly.
An echo came from the air, and light sand fell intermittently from above, landing on his wounds and filling him with terror.
Where exactly is this place...?
"Shen Shiyang?"
Not far away, several footsteps were heard. The two red dots above his head disappeared. He took a deep breath, as if he had escaped from danger.
He adjusted his breathing slightly, and the sudden appearance of flames pierced his eyes—it was light! It was blue firelight!
He stared blankly at the person walking towards him. It wasn't Qiu Shui, nor Hai Tang; it was someone he hadn't expected.
At that moment, he suddenly remembered the number he had seen earlier. The oath had come true, and the person walking towards him was Fan Chen!
"As expected, you're still alive."
Fan Chen looked at him with a calm gaze.
Where is this?
By the faint light in his hand, he saw all sorts of rubble, rotting corpses, and broken machines all around him.
"you guess?"
Fan Chen sat in front of him, carefully examining his face, and was somewhat disappointed.
"It can't be restored."
He heard Fan Chen muttering to himself.
"Restore what?"
He asked in fear.
Fan Chen seemed not to have expected him to hear those words. His gaze fell on the sides of his forehead, and he subconsciously reached out his hand, realizing that he was missing his ears.
Looking down at himself, Fan Chen, who was beside him, laughed out loud at his actions.
"Don't you know? You're already dead."
“Nonsense!” he retorted.
Do you know where you are right now?
The voice of the mortals was extremely cold.
He looked around. There was no sky above him. It was a completely enclosed place. Was this a tomb?
"no."
Fan Chen immediately saw what he was thinking and offered to answer his questions. In the cold underground, his voice actually made him feel a little warm.
"This place is thousands of meters underground. You were buried here a few days ago, along with these dead people, forgotten by the girl you liked and your best friend."
Fan Chen looked at him and said.
He tried to ignore the nonsense of the mortal world, but it was so cold here... there wasn't a ray of light, it was more terrifying than the deep sea.
"And what about you? How did you end up here?" he asked, feigning composure.
“I was brought down unintentionally. That simulated personality was too ruthless. He overturned a third of Luo Yi… I really want to know if he is a real person.”
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