Liu Yang looked at her quietly like that, and disappeared faintly from his eyes.
He didn't chase after him and pull him and ask him what he meant by that I want him to get out of here quickly.
I still don't think I want to get involved in this battle.
It's because he feels that his life is running out now.
I still don't think he has much time in this Shura field.
Liu Yang had countless puzzles in his mind that he didn't know how to solve, but one of his feet was injected with lead, and he couldn't lift it for half a moment.
Just watched her quietly like that.
I don't know why.
Why does he think that she is a very strange person, and now he is very familiar with him, he doesn't seem to be able to see it clearly.
Liu Yang turned his head to look at the two groups of people who were still noisy in the courtyard.
It's all about letting yourself survive this battle.
After all, who wants to die I'm afraid no one wants it.
And what about him He wanted to die He could have died whenever he wanted.
But why didn't he do it?
Perhaps, death may be a relief for him.
In this way, he can escape here, and he will be able to get rid of the ghosts who have troubled him.
He doesn't have to live every day like a year, living in this worrying torment.
But he didn't seem to do that.
Because, he also wants to live.
In order to survive, he began to become unscrupulous, and in the end he became the person he hated the most.
After watching it for a long time, Liu Yang couldn't remember clearly.
Just stood there quietly, facing the slightest cold and frozen wind.
I want to blow myself awake.
"Liu Yang, you're still here, I'm going crazy looking for you."
Hearing a familiar voice behind him, Liu Yang turned his head to look, and it turned out to be a man panting and running towards him.
"Hurry up, let's hurry up."
That guy was tired enough, and it seemed that he must have been looking for a lot of time.
"Where to go" "Of course you should get out of here quickly, didn't you just hear the bunch of people down there talking about something?"
"There is going to be a war soon, let's run, we will definitely not be able to resist a battle of their level, even if it is cannon fodder."
If you don't run now, when will you wait until you're done?
"But."
"But what, but, isn't the old man not here, since he is not here, then what's the point of us staying here any longer Anyway, we came here, aren't we here to find him?"
"So we should hurry up and get out of here and get to the next place to find him.
We've been here for too long. ” "Maybe he's waiting for us to come and save him right now."
The man noticed the hesitation in Liu Yang's tone, and couldn't help but speak quickly.
He didn't want to be cannon fodder here.
So he tried his best to persuade him.
"You have to think clearly, remember, those people in here are not ordinary people, they are all a group of powerful ghosts, if they start to be ruthless, it will be a real murder without blinking."
"It's not like you don't know, with our strength, if we are here, how long can we stay?"
"One day or two days" "You and I can't only go to subdue demons and eliminate demons, even if this corpse chaser is here, don't he have to shrink."
"However, I still have a lot of questions that I haven't figured out."
"Oh my brother, when is this, what are you still thinking about to solve the problem, as long as you can survive is the most important thing, if you can't even survive, these fart problems of yours have a fart."
But no matter how the man persuaded him, coercion or temptation, Liu Yang didn't listen to him at all, and the last two finally reached an agreement.
Spend a day here.
If the answer to his question was not found in that day's time, then they would leave the place without delay.
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"But we can't just leave."
"And Master Mu, what should they do?"
"Don't worry, I'll take care of all of this.
All you need is if you agree to my terms, and everything will fall into place that day. ” The man patted his chest very confidently and said.
After saying that, the man ran down happily.
He was about to leave such a damn place, could he not be happy.
But Liu Yang was not happy at all.
At this time, the thousand ghosts didn't know when, and suddenly appeared next to Liu Yang, and Liu Yang never noticed him.
"What are you thinking about?"
Later, it wasn't until after the sound of the thousand ghosts that Liu Yang turned his head to look at him.
"Why are you here, when did you come here, why didn't I find out" There was no hidden surprise in his tone.
"It's always been here.
It's just that you didn't notice me. ” Liu Yang didn't know if what he had been referring to was when the woman in black was there, or when the man came over just now.
Or rather, he's been here since the morning.
"Why are you staying here all the time, it's hard to see their jokes just like them" Liu Yang's words mean something.
And Chiki, as for it, seems to understand the fun of those two strange guys.
"Not really."
"I just want to be here and see the last beautiful night view."
"What do you mean by that?"
Liu Yang hadn't come to his senses for a while.
"Don't you understand, it means that this land is about to be destroyed, and the last beautiful scenery may also become a flower at the door of the pile of crows in front of your grave."
The thousand ghosts said it in a very flat tone, as if they were talking about a person's business, and it didn't have much to do with him.
Destruction, funerals, crows, fireworks I don't know why, in Liu Yang's mind, that layer of loneliness and sadness suddenly appeared.
Under the setting sun, the long rising smoke gathered a thick ink color in the sky, with a lonely sadness, like a wild goose, losing its eyes to fly to the south and becoming empty.
On that piece of land, the mounds of dirt that were gradually piling up, were overgrown with weeds, and it was impossible to tell who was who.
But you can clearly see that there are faint traces of blood on the piles of dirt, and even after so many years, it seems that you can still feel the lonely and cold atmosphere around here.
Like spring, which will never come, here will always be winter.
Faintly, above heaven and earth, you can see a figure who seems to be kneeling on top of the rows of unknown tombs.
His body was trembling.
His grave is piled up in exile.
A tear flowed down one day a day, and he was blind to his empty tears :