Darkness is like a quiet sea.

There is no direction, no sound, only the endless quietness, like the night sky suddenly falls into tranquility at a certain moment, so this silence turns into eternity.

In fact, time has an end, and it does not pass like water as we imagine.

All that has passed away is life.

Huang Sheng opened his eyes, and the darkness slowly faded from the underworld, and the drizzle outside the window plunged into his eyes.

He got up and walked down the futon, stood in front of the window and looked for a while.

The rain was sparse, the wind was filled with a hint of coolness, and the sky was filled with a layer of haze, very light, like a leisurely song.

His thoughts seemed to be blown by the wind, and suddenly he remembered that many years ago, there was a beautiful singer in the capital of Hunan. At the farewell ferry, she sang a song of separation for him.

She always thought that he was like her, a traveler who was wandering in a foreign land, but she didn't know that he had never left his hometown.

In some unknown foreign land.

In the world he has worked hard to create over the years.

Huang Sheng's mouth moved, and his smile was like the song in his memory, distant and faint, and when he started, the afterglow was blown away by the wind.

He stretched his arms and flattened his sleeves, as if he was soothing some sudden ups and downs in his memory. He immediately took the blue paper umbrella standing in the corner of the wall and walked out of the courtyard.

The working farmers were gone in the fields, and the golden wheat waves were rising and falling in the drizzle.

When the next sunny day is a good time to harvest.

Huang Sheng laughed again.

This smile made his righteous face look excited, as if the farmer foresaw the harvest was about to come.

It's about to end.

His hands gathered in his sleeves rubbed back and forth. The rough fabric was a little uneven and it was not pleasant to caress, but the excitement in his expression became more and more obvious.

Finally, he laughed out loud.

"Haha, OK, OK..."

His lips were squirming, revealing a series of almost whispers, but his steps were unconsciously enlarged, and the corners of his lips were difficult to close for a while.

After the autumn harvest, his arrangements over the years have reached the harvest. Just like these farmers worked hard for two whole seasons, they finally got a full warehouse of grain.

The difference is that what he has paid and gained is thousands or tens of thousands of times more than these farmers.

Huang Sheng raised the green paper umbrella a little higher.

The wind blew the raindrops and fell on the corners of his robe bit by bit. He walked across the ridges of fields and followed the old road to the manor built on the mountain.

The bamboo door is covered with no trace of people.

The Taoist boy guarding the gate didn't come to respond at all. Instead, the aroma of baked cakes floated from a distance, and the peach and apricots on the trees disappeared at this time.

Huang Sheng looked at it openly, and the light at the end of his eyes quickly swept across a brick house at the corner of the yard.

The wallpaper shows the clear figure of the little Taoist boy, and the aroma of the scones is also heard from there. The sucking sound of edible fruits can be heard even if it is so far away.

Huang Sheng looked helpless, shook his head, and did not call anyone. He pushed the door and walked into the yard with a bamboo door.

The yard is covered with stone paths, and the fine five-colored round stones are wet by the rain, reflecting a little light of the sky.

Huang Sheng walked along the gravel road, passing through several gateways, and then stopped when he walked straight to the last courtyard.

The yard was halfway up the mountain, with a total of only more than ten steps in total, but it did not appear cramped. There were osmanthus plants in one corner of the yard, and flowers were blooming in the trees at this time.

What's strange is that the flowers bloom a lot, but there is no fragrance passing by, and the shape of the tree is also a little distorted.

Every time a few breaths pass, a transparent ripples will pass by the tree, as if the tree grew in the water, but the water did not fall on the ground, but was hanging upside down in the air, and the mirror believed it.

Huang Sheng looked ahead, the golden seal in his pupils lit up, and a golden thunder shadow suddenly struck down.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Nine golden thunders struck the flower trees in succession, golden lightning burst through the sky, and the sky above the courtyard was changing.

However, the surroundings of the yard were as calm as usual, and the wind and rain were still unaffected.

Huang Sheng opened his eyes wide and stared at the trees and flowers indifferently.

The next breath, the darkness suddenly fell, and the whole world was pitch black in an instant, without light, no sound or color, only eternal silence.

Huang Sheng's body seemed to have lost its weight, and it floated lightly into the air like a feather.

He looked calm, his hands were placed behind him, his eyes slightly closed at this moment, and a golden shadow passed under his eyelids from time to time.

In this absolute darkness, the golden light was so pure and brilliant, and his eyelids seemed to be covered with a layer of gold foil.

However, even if it is such a bright light, all it can reflect is the square of yellow sound.

The darkness is thick and thick, like something sticky, filling every gap.

So, at the same time as the light disappeared, air, rain and sky.

This is a void without time and space. Even Huang Sheng’s existence itself becomes as if it is present or not.

His body began to become strange. Every moment, every breath, his body was falling apart, disintegrating into countless powders that were difficult to detect with the naked eye.

However, the powders will regroup and reunite and reunite into human form at the same time when they are scattered.

Huang Sheng raised his head halfway, and his eyebrows were peaceful, as if he was very satisfied with such darkness and this strange physical condition, and even enjoyed it.

He slowly opened his mouth.

The darkness swallowed his voice, and only the faintly visible eyebrows and eyes showed that he should be humming a little song.

Calm, peaceful, peaceful, as if he was not in the darkness that was so depressing that it was so terrifying that he was in a sunny afternoon, and had nothing to do, so he hummed a song alone to make fun of it.

However, the happy expression quickly faded from his eyebrows and eyes.

He opened his eyes, and a trace of surprise appeared in his pupils with the flashing golden seal.

I heard that voice again.

Huang Sheng pinched his eyebrows impatiently.

He knew this place was strange.

After all, this is the Tomb of Time, burying the present, past and future. In such a situation, no matter how high his cultivation level is, he will inevitably have times when his spiritual consciousness is unstable, and occasionally he will hear some illusion sounds.

However, when you hear the same sound again and again, it is really annoying. What is even more disgusting is that the sound is very similar to someone crying. If you listen carefully, you can even hear the sound saying "Who will save me?"

It's really ridiculous.

There will never be anyone in this place.

Because only non-humans can exist in this nothingness.

Huang Sheng lowered his hand that pinched his eyebrows, but his frown did not relax, but instead showed more anxiety than before.
Chapter completed!