Yingmeng felt like blood was dripping all over his body. This feeling even overshadowed the cotton wool blocking his blood vessels, making him unable to breathe. Even breathing was a torture.

An almost indistinguishable ominous smell invaded her nasal cavity, which was horrifying. The smell contained three traces of staleness, two traces of dampness, and a hint of dim blood.

Her whole body fell into a kind of dizziness, as if she was standing on the top of the cold sky, and at the same time falling into the void full of greed and disgust. The air seemed to be gradually thinning, or something sticky and soft was wrapped around her.

neck, making her breathless.

Yingmeng didn't know what her situation was, but it was definitely not good. She was like a puppet with a string, dancing according to other people's wishes. She tried to resist, but even just a movement of raising her hand was enough to make her whole body

He was constantly twitching with unspeakable pain.

A huge and terrifying claw seemed to be holding several silk threads, and she was firmly tied to the end of the silk threads. She could only keep falling, while everything around her passed by like a comic strip.

She saw the horror of the Blood Pool, its revolting antiquity, and its terrible alliance with blood and the worship of corrupted faiths.

Then her whole body was immersed in the evil products created by sinful beliefs, and was wrapped in a large amount of dried and coagulated blood. Something that made people tremble so hard that the blood coagulated climbed up her limbs. They were the great fuel for the endless power.

, used his life as a sacrifice to support all these sins.

The black shadow and longing are the accumulation of their despair in the endless years; the rolling resentment is the accumulation of their pain in the abyss. They are crazy and stubborn, and they have used the same name in the reincarnations for thousands of years.

All my wishes have been completely forgotten.

They say that they live because of you. They say that they can give you the power to stand alongside all things.

These remarks were too bizarre, so rather than accepting these thoughts, Shadow Dream was more willing to doubt her restless senses. She realized that the blood pool itself was the source of all darkness and terror, and she did not want to become one of them.

One of them. She asked them, "If you agree, will you be resurrected through me, or will I complete your journey for you?"

This disguised rejection seemed to anger the monsters. They no longer tried to bewitch Yingmeng as before, but began to bite her arms, legs and feet. Yingmeng

The chest seemed to have been stabbed with a hundred wounds, and streams of black mist emerged from it, as if they were their sharp fingers. They were mocking, roaring, unwilling and resentful, all of which washed away the shadows over and over again.

The spiritual platform of dreams.

She felt a burst of mental and soul fear, without any details to describe. She only remembered the boundless black fog, which was the total collection of all evil and cruelty. What happened next was cruel to her even if she tried to recall it.

Extremely.

It seemed that everything was about to come to an incomplete end... But at this critical moment, a dazzling light was streaking across the sky, piercing the darkness, and the monster greedily sucking blood let out an indescribable horrifying roar, and finally in hope

It turned into black mist under the light.

Ying Meng gradually woke up, or at least felt that she had entered a state where she was not as immobile as before. Out of instinct, she raised her hand hard and tried hard to hold a ray of warmth, even though she felt a

The ability to destroy her from the source. When she touched it, she felt a burning sting. She begged and still didn't let go. Then someone in the light seemed to hold her hand...

"My young master, promise me to live..." The voice was filled with gentle compassion, but before the words were finished, the light turned into a puff of smoke and disappeared.

Yingmeng felt an unexplainable stabbing pain in her brain, and it seemed like her whole body was falling downward at a crazy speed. With a "touch", the pain stopped suddenly, and everything seemed to have returned to calm.

Yingmeng opened her eyes suddenly and gasped for air. She remembered the fight that took place on the Bluestone Bridge, the moons turning to attack her, and the ghost army that suddenly appeared.

, and...right, the portrait in the water.

The moment she woke up, the wildest speculations returned to her mind in an instant. The shock caused by the repeated occurrence of this ultimate terror was really unbearable. The previous moment of clarity, the suspended rest

, although short-lived, gave Yingmeng enough power to deal with a series of vivid mixtures of impressions, and the way she dealt with it was to use the most benevolent gift - forgetfulness.

Those bizarre and absurd "hallucinations" and they will be firmly locked into oblivion.

Yingmeng suddenly felt lucky that her nerves had been tortured to the point of exhaustion, otherwise she would not know what kind of associations her associations would bring to her about the abyssal blood pool and those horrific things.

The primal fear of the mysterious.

She began to analyze the current situation. Even if she was exhausted, she could not sit still and wait for death. She felt that she was alone... and she was staying in this abyss with something. They were desperate and unavoidable dangers... No, what else

...a being that symbolizes light and order...salvation.

Ying Meng almost laughed out of anger at her own thoughts. She kept repeating to herself, "This is just a dream! This is just a dream!"

She can't let herself fall into the bottomless well of despair. What she needs now is action. Sitting and waiting will only slowly kill her.

The abyss filled with endless horrific nightmares was just a hallucination caused by her mental disorder and near-death state. There was no logic at all... Is it true? But whether it was true or not, at this moment she was more willing to believe this explanation. Only in this way could she

Throw away all conscious or unconscious thoughts and use the remaining energy where it should be used.

Yingmeng took a deep breath and found that she had already convulsed and was too exhausted to act immediately. She tried to take a moment to stretch her bent and crushed body, but found that her hands were tightly tied behind her back and her knees were straight.

Tied to the ground, a strong rope is held by his ankles.

She seemed to be hanging. Yingmeng swung her body and bumped into the irregular stone wall repeatedly and heavily. Yes, she was sure that she was hanging.

She mobilized her brain to analyze the information, and carefully avoided recalling the ridiculous dream. Whether consciously or unconsciously, she chose to forget it.

Based on the humidity, appearance, and temperature of the stone wall, Ying Meng concluded that her entire body was in the deepest part of the earth. This was a man-made hole, and her head was closer to the ground, so as long as she broke free from the restraints on her body

, she can be down to earth again.

Yingmeng tried to relax as much as possible. Gradually, she gradually regained some strength and flexibility.

She didn't know how long it took her to get rid of these burdens, but it was definitely much slower than the times she was caught in the fairy world. If she hadn't been the restored prototype, she could have survived the difficulty by shrinking, that person

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