He survived under the hands of Bai Yueguang

Later, the two of them leaned against the wall quietly, unable to say whether it was aftertaste or some other emotion, they were helpless but wanted to laugh, the claustrophobic feeling of imminent death was the same as the joyful excitement in their hearts.

Zhou Yan sighed, I mean, am I tempted?The matter of love, as rumored, can make people willing to live and die for it.

Zhou Yiguang reached out and knocked on the stone door. It was so solid that even the air could not pass through it. Even when he and Zhou Yan were in their prime, they might not be able to break open, let alone now.

Zhou Yiguang had no choice, so he said with emotion: "Tell me, I shouldn't have angered that old woman just now. In fact, I can't see her depth at all, but seeing her miserable appearance, I want to anger her. no way."

Zhou Yan finally met someone crazier than him: "It turns out that you are not sure at all."

Zhou Yiguang stretched his waist: "If you're not sure, can't you act recklessly? The consequences are nothing more than that."

Zhou Yan just wanted to tease Zhou Yiguang for his recklessness, but after hearing these words, he began to agree with Zhou Yiguang a little bit.

No one is born with the certainty of doing all the things he wants to do. Is he timid when he is not sure?The best time in life is only half a hundred, so it's better to be a little crazy, even if the consequences are dire.

The air in the stone room became more and more dull, and the black air on the side of the first stone door did not know what happened.

They chatted one after another.

Zhou Yiguang: "The Qingxuan sword is broken."

Zhou Yan: "I'll pick up a new one for you in the future."

Zhou Yiguang: "Then I can use it easily."

Zhou Yan: "I'll pick the one that's easier for you."

Zhou Yiguang: "Will we be suffocated to death?"

Zhou Yan: "Can you think about the good?"

Zhou Yiguang: "We need to be more objective."

As he said that, he stood up and tried to pour his internal energy into the stone gate. Before giving up, he still had to try.

As expected, the internal force seemed to sink into the sea, not enough to shake Shimen at all.

Because of the high consumption of exercise, the air is thinner.Zhou Yiguang's body was already overloaded because of his constant attempts.

Simply sit down and give up on yourself: "It's over, wait for death."

In the darkness, Zhou Yiguang couldn't see Zhou Yan's expression.If he could see it, he would find that Zhou Yan was in pain now.

Because of the internal injury, a lot of the zhenqi in the body protection dissipated, and the black qi he blocked for Zhou Yiguang had been raging in his viscera for a long time.

But Zhou Yan was too quiet, he didn't even try to go out, and he didn't stop him tossing around alone, which made Zhou Yiguang find out the trick.

Zhou Yiguang touched Zhou Yan's face with his hand, Zhou Yan frowned, there must be something wrong.

Zhou Yiguang looked gloomy, and asked again: "In the bamboo garden, what did you block for me?"

Zhou Yan was vague: "It's nothing, it's just a small cloud of black air, similar to the big one just now."

Zhou Yiguang thought for a while, then suddenly remembered the life experience of the person who carried the spirit, and said lightly:

"It's really not good, my blood is still useful to you."

"It is indeed useful. When a spirit-carrying person seizes the house, he will hide all the energy in the blood of the mortal heart. It can make me immortal, and it can also help me heal my wounds. But if you take away the blood, the gathered The spirit will dissipate and you will die."

"Oh."

Zhou Yiguang was thoughtful, "It's okay, it's just a matter of time."

Sooner or later, I'm going to get out of here.

In the darkness, Zhou Yan's eyes were puzzled.

He asked Zhou Yiguang: "Everyone in the world is greedy for life, so aren't you afraid of death?"

Zhou Yiguang doesn't know how long he has traveled in the fast-traveling world. Although he has no previous memories, the vicissitudes in his heart cannot be wiped out.In fact, every time I travel through a world, it is like dying and being born again. After a long time, I no longer have the awe of life and death in my heart.

Are you afraid of death?Strange to say, Zhou Yiguang never thought about this question.

So he asked Zhou Yan: "What do you think is real death?"

Zhou Yan did not expect that Zhou Yiguang would have such thoughts. He had a hazy impression of the underworld, and he knew that after death, people would continue to exist in two places, but everything around them became terrifying. .

So, according to this, wouldn't it be equivalent to death if the living environment became extremely poor?A bit absurd, but not without reason.But Zhou Yiguang is just a spirit-carrying person without awakening consciousness, so it is impossible to have the impression of the underworld, how could he have such an idea?

Zhou Yan is not a person who is good at emotion: "That's it, the corpse is slowly decaying, and I can no longer open my eyes to talk to you."

"No, the real death is when no one remembers you anymore."

"There are many people, don't look at him alive, but no one thinks he is important, he is no different from dead."

It was just a few casual words, but Zhou Yiguang felt a dull pain in his heart, was he once one of them?

Zhou Yiguang suddenly approached Zhou Yan, and grabbed his lapel fanatically: "So, if I die for you, you will definitely remember me for a long time, then I will not be considered really dead."

Zhou Yan didn't buy it, and said lightly: "If you dare to die, I will forget you the next day."

Zhou Yiguang didn't doubt this at all, he was very clear about Zhou Yan's indifference.

He laughed and said, "Isn't it past the first seven days? I heard that the ghosts will come back to have a look on the first seven days... Forget about me on the second day, what about the first day?"

"Probably drink a bar, drink as much as you want, get drunk for as long as you can, and forget everything the next day."

Zhou Yiguang found it interesting, the so-called worldly affairs are like a play.

Zhou Yiguang wrapped his hands around the back of Zhou Yan's neck, and leaned close to his ear, his tone was warm and ambiguous: "Three years ago, you were the one who tied me to the altar and wanted my life. Now, don't let me You are the one who died, aren't you contradicting yourself?"

"Contradictions...it seems to be a bit."

"But you and I know very well that you and I are not good people, so what if there are conflicts? I don't respect ghosts and gods, nor do I respect morality. Whether it's killing people or saving people, what I want is nothing more than what I want."

"Then you might as well treat me as you like."

"I said earlier that I am yours and have always been."

Zhou Yiguang teased wantonly, but Zhou Yan ignored it.

The stone chamber is opaque, and the sense of time has also become blurred. They only remember that it was dark when they were trapped here, and now they cannot know the time.

Zhou Yan pushed Zhou Yiguang away: "I don't know what time it is, let's sleep for a while. Trapped here, even if we don't eat or drink, it's enough for us to last for three to five or seven days. It's not like we're dying, where are we?" There are so many things to say, and the dying words will be said when the time comes."

Zhou Yiguang was amused by him, stopped tossing, quietly leaned on Zhou Yan's shoulder, and fell into a deep sleep.

Dawn broke, and the sky suddenly appeared outside the stone chamber.

There are four days left until the task deadline.

Zhou Yiguang perfectly missed this system message in his sleep, but he probably didn't care too much.

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Beyond the second stone gate, Zhang Ziyu actually didn't leave.