Vicki thought casually, snorted lowly, and licked the blood from the corner of her mouth with her bright red tongue.

The delicate and pale face was hidden in the shadows, and the black mist became thicker and thicker. It rubbed his face intimately, the temperature was cold, and wrapped around his ankles, as if it wanted to keep him here forever.

Finally, Vicky stopped and saw the picture in front of her!

That's a sword.

Insert it on the tombstone.

All the black fog around is rushing to surround the sword, like a black sea, the vast ocean will drown people!

Serve with blood and sacrifice with bones.

The long sword was stuck on the tombstone so quietly. The forest-white blade could cut through the sky and lick blood from the blade.

The hilt of the sword is engraved with complex and ancient patterns, and red light flashes in the black text that spreads upward.

Vicky stared at it for a long time, her lips as thin as blood raised an arc of unknown meaning, walked straight towards it, stretched out her hand, and grasped the hilt of the sword.

The next second, the wind blew violently!

The sobs of ghosts crying and wolf howling echoed sharply in his ears, and countless ghost hands grew in his mind, trying desperately to tear off his nerves.

Vicky was thrown dozens of meters away, and the blood spilling from the corner of her mouth was like a blood-red rose in full bloom.

He hissed, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and stared at the motionless long sword in the distance, while a gentle and deep voice suddenly echoed in his ears.

"When we, Axi, grow up, we will become the best black magicians."

"It's not evil, it's the human heart."

The small attic was filled with the warm sunshine of late winter. The young woman was sitting on the floor knitting a sweater. Her face was blurred by the sunlight and she couldn't see clearly.

The camera turned again, and it was still in the attic. The little boy was lying on the window sill, looking up at the sky, and asked in a clear voice in confusion: "Am I different from others?"

"You have to accept your unique self."

The woman hugged the four or five-year-old child in front of her, reached out to touch his face, and kissed his forehead gently.

The camera turned again, and it was not the young woman who appeared, but the drunk girl leaning on his arms like a kitten after the dance that night.

She raised her head and kissed his cheek, her eyes sparkling, and she said, "I like you so much."

The soft voice echoed in Vicki's ears again and again at midnight, echoing in the empty world at this time.

He remembered her breathing, body temperature, heartbeat and smell, which were fresh and vivid.

Or maybe the girl stayed with him at night in the forest, struggling to make a bonfire with wood, her face as dirty as a kitten, and she was so sleepy that she told him to be a good sister.

Or on the last night, she said everything could be told to her. The moment before she was taken away by the evil dragon, her two interlocked hands were sweating in the cold winter and were tightly clasped together.

All the images were like old shots in his memories, giving him a sense of infinite power and no fear in this dark world.

The cold and hard heart is dying, and a trace of warmth is injected along the blood vessels that are about to dry up, turning into a steady stream of vitality, beating hard, and the heat is about to jump out of the chest.

"Vexy! Vicky! Where are you?"

The clear and anxious voice of a girl seemed to be heard from the horizon, calling his name again and again.

Vicky listened to the echo and was extremely convinced.

She's right outside!

So Vicki strode forward, her two completely different temperaments, cold and evil, constantly intertwined and contradictory.

Towards the sword!

The world fears and hates black magic, which has long become an unspeakable taboo.

Perhaps over the course of a few hundred years, black magicians have become history, disappeared into the long river, and ushered in death.

When she was young, in order to find the source of the curse, and not believing that her mother in her memory would die of illness, Vicky resolutely embarked on this road.

Now, I dare to admit my love for another person.

…

The depths of the forest.

The two forks in the road symbolize different fates. If you are not careful, you will be shattered into pieces.

"Go to the right." Qi Andan looked at the two intersections steadily and finally insisted, her tone convincing.

"Ryan, trust me, my feelings are always relatively accurate. If we go to the left, we may not be able to get out."

"Okay." Ryan believed her.

The two people walked along the dark and narrow road, their backs blurred by the heavy fog.

At the fork on the left, the running spirit deer showed a strange smile.

Qi'an's back felt cold along the way, and she always felt like something was staring at her. She had this feeling the last time she was in the forest at night, but with Vicki around at the time, she wasn't so scared.

But when she looked back, she couldn't see anything, and it was creepy.

"How many forks in the road are there?" Ryan waved his sword angrily, his eyes becoming even more blood-red.

This is the fourth time, the same two forks in the road, heaven and hell, just in a thought.

Qi'an comforted him: "Don't worry, I'm afraid if you do this." Wuwuwuwu.

Ryan reluctantly calmed down and nodded, and the two of them insisted on walking to the right together. After all, a sudden lane change would make accidents more likely to happen.

It was difficult to see clearly from several meters away. Qi An and Rui En were walking side by side. She felt her shoulders sink and a hand came up. She knocked it away without thinking.

"Brother, I'm tired from walking. Don't put your arm on my shoulder."

"What did you say?" Ryan looked at her in confusion, "I didn't put my arm on your shoulder."

Their eyes met, and a strange dead silence filled the air.

Qi'an sniffed firmly and held back her trembling tears: "Then you'd better... let's give it a try."

She is afraid of ghosts!!!!!!

Ryan's situation is getting worse and worse, and as he goes deeper, he becomes more and more irritable.

Qi'an felt deeply that she could not go on like this, so she made up her mind and said seriously: "Ryan, look at me."

Ryan looked at her confused.

Qi'an pursed her lower lip and stood on the dark and gloomy path, forming a seal with her hands.

Ice blue light and shadow rose from the fingertips, the star wheel was ancient and complicated, the cold wind suddenly blew, ruffling her long hair, and her brows were holy and tough.

The light and shadow seemed to burn the bones around them, and the tentacles that were ready to move towards them in the darkness suddenly retreated as if they had encountered some terrible force!

A ray of blue light fell into Ryan's eyebrows, and his body swayed. After a few seconds, he opened his eyes blankly, and the blood in his eyes faded: "How did we get here?"

"Because we want to save Vicki." Qi'an smiled, her eyebrows were soft, her face paled by three points, she suppressed the bloody smell in her throat, and looked extremely tough and brave.

The thirteenth fork in the road.

There is only a beautiful and dreamy candy house ahead, exuding a sweet smell.

Ryan's face changed drastically. He knew that the abnormality he just had was definitely related to the candy house. He gritted his teeth and said, "What should I do?"

"If you can't get out, then it will be destroyed." Qi'an said.

Just when she was about to form the seal.
Chapter completed!