Has the heartthrob villain collapsed today?

After Fu Zhenhong dropped a sentence, she led Ning Caichen and disappeared in place.

As for Huaisheng, his original purpose was to let Nie Xiaoqian and Liuli come to Lanruo Temple to take away the white-clothed scholar, so as to dedicate this human with a pure Yang physique to Heishan. Now that the scholar is already in the hands of Heishan Now, there is no need for him to stay here any longer.

As for Yan Chixia, although Huaisheng wanted to avenge the wound that day, but thinking that the Taoist priest would definitely go to the dead city of Heishan to save the scholar, why should he waste extra time and thought at this moment.

Once Yan Chixia went to the Black Mountain Realm, Yan Chixia narrowly escaped death due to the danger and strangeness of the Black Mountain Realm.

Thinking of this, Huaisheng's pale face suddenly showed a sneer and playfulness.

"Daoist Yan, I wish you good luck."

After he finished speaking, he took Nie Xiaoqian and Liuli away.

the other side……

Fu Zhenhong was holding Ning Caichen's wrist, and flew towards one of the entrances leading to the Black Mountain Realm.

The biting cold wind blew on Ning Caichen's face, and his body suspended in mid-air made Ning Caichen's face turn paler and paler.As an ordinary mortal with no special power and no knowledge of martial arts, Ning Caichen has never been flying in mid-air with his wrists tied and his body disobedient to control like now.

With the rapid flight speed, his ears buzzed, his heart beat like a drum, and his breathing became very difficult.

Fortunately, he held back and didn't cry out, but when Fu Zhenhong suddenly accelerated again, his body was faster than his thoughts, and he instinctively grasped Fu Zhenhong's arm tightly with the other hand.

Due to too much force, Ning Caichen's nails sank deep into Fu Zhenhong's clothes.

Fu Zhenhong glanced sideways at Ning Caichen, and in the next second, raised her hand and hit Ning Caichen on the back of the neck, knocking the white-clothed scholar unconscious.

…………

bell...bell...bell...

It was the sound from the bell.

Ring Ring Ring... Ring Ring Ring...

In a daze, Ning Caichen heard three very rhythmic copper bells.

He slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a rainy gray sky, without moonlight or starlight, only red and black clouds floating in the sky.

tick tock...

Tiny raindrops fell on Ning Caichen's face, and Ning Caichen felt that his body was shaking slightly, and the frequency of this gentle shaking was like he was in a boat moving slowly on the water.

Ning Caichen wiped off the rain on his face, and the thoughts in his mind gradually returned. He remembered that he was knocked out by Heishan.

Montenegro...

Thinking of this name, Ning Caichen suddenly sat up.

He saw the boatman rowing with sculls in front of him, and Ning Caichen realized that the feeling of being on a boat just now was not an illusion.

Directly in front of him was a somewhat arched boatman, with a stooped figure, wearing a brown coir raincoat and a somewhat tattered straw hat on his head.

Ning Caichen noticed that there were two exquisite copper bells tied on his old and withered wrists, and it was from here that the bells rang just now.

The copper bell rings three times, which is a signal of death, and also a kind of alarm bell that represents the separation of Yin and Yang.

Just as Ning Caichen was thinking, the boatman suddenly turned around and looked at Ning Caichen.

The moment he saw the face of the boatman, Ning Caichen was taken aback.

This boatman's face is withered and yellow, and his skin is full of wrinkles. He is a kind of old man who has completely lost moisture. His eye sockets are sunken, his eyes are small, but his nose is very big. The tip of his nose is like an eagle's hook. It looks very strange and terrifying.

However, Ning Caichen calmed down quickly, firstly because he didn't feel any malice or murderous intent from this boatman, and secondly because Ning Caichen was more concerned about taking him away from Lanruo Temple. Montenegro.

Ning Caichen stood up and began to search with his eyes, and soon saw Heishan standing at the stern of the boat.

This monster was dressed in red, and stood quietly at the stern of the boat. The raindrops dripped on his body, but it didn't wet his body at all.

Ning Caichen had always thought that a man would look a bit vulgar if he wore a red shirt. It wasn't until he met Montenegro that Ning Caichen realized that a man in a red shirt turned out to be so good-looking.

No one is more suitable for red than Montenegro, and no one can wear red clothes to give him such an effect, publicity, bright, with a strong impact, like a blooming crabapple, more like a fire that can burn people's hearts .

Ning Caichen unconsciously put his hands on his chest.

He looked at the profile of this male demon's side face, it was perfect without any blemishes, every frame and every inch was the Creator's preference and favor.The thick and slender eyelashes raised slightly in a curved arc, and it seemed that countless thoughts poured out from the gap when they were lightly stirred.

Obviously, the corners of the demon's eyes and brows are full of natural charm, but at this moment, Ning Caichen felt a kind of coldness, a kind of coldness.

Alienation and indifference that make people inaccessible and untouchable.This feeling made Ning Caichen think of Dust and Bright Moon.

Ning Caichen's lips moved slightly, wanting to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

His hesitant appearance made the boatman beside him laugh.

"Young man, do you know where this is?"

The boatman suddenly spoke, his old and hoarse voice was like the unpleasant sound of a saw cutting a plank, with a strange feeling that made the scalp tingle.

Ning Caichen thought of what Heishan said to Yan Chixia when Heishan took him away, and said, "Is this the Heishan realm?"

"Wrong," the boatman shook his head, "here...is the river Styx where only the dead and dying come."

"A dying person?"

"That's right, isn't it you who is dying?" The boatman laughed again, the corners of his lips parted almost to the width of his entire face. He didn't explain much, but said meaningfully: "Young man, look carefully at the river."

Ning Caichen heard the words and walked to the side of the boat, and lowered his head to look at the rippling river water as the boat rowed.

Amidst the ripples, Ning Caichen was surprised to find that his appearance was changing reflected in the still-clear water.

Yes, changing!

Ning Caichen rubbed his eyes to make sure that he was not mistaken.

The reflection of himself in the water was indeed changing.

To be precise, it is getting younger, and it is showing the images he has experienced that impressed him deeply.

What first came to mind was the first time he saw Black Mountain in the woods a few days ago, followed by his mother’s sudden illness that year, then when he was 14 years old, he was admitted as a scholar, and when he was ten years old, he sold for the first time. The ink painting scroll was produced, and finally I ate candied haws for the first time when I was five years old...

There are joys and sorrows in these pictures, all of which are the most impressive time and point in Ning Caichen's life.It was as if time was going backwards, going back to every stage that made him unforgettable, and then what happened at that time emerged.

"It's not that time is going backwards." The boatman saw Ning Caichen's thoughts, and said with deep meaning: "It's gradually returning to the beginning of life, and the beginning of life doesn't exist."

Ning Caichen was slightly taken aback, and only then did he notice that something was wrong since he woke up.The boatman rowed at the stern, but this boatman rowed at the bow.

This boat seems to be rowing backwards.

Ning Caichen stared at the water for a few seconds, and then looked at Fu Zhenhong, or more correctly, at Fu Zhenhong's reflection in the water.

Ning Caichen wanted to see what Montenegro looked like in the past, and what pictures he could never forget and left a deep impression on him.

However, Ning Caichen didn't expect that he didn't see any changes in the picture in the slightly rippling water. From the beginning to the end, what was reflected was the face of Montenegro at the moment.

I don't know whether to be disappointed or regretful.

Or maybe both.

The disappointment may be because he failed to see the picture that impressed Montenegro deeply, and his understanding of him is still very little.

It's a pity because Ning Caichen discovered that during the long years of living in Montenegro, there was not a single unforgettable past that was worth recalling.

Monsters have a longer time than humans, but in most cases, their time is not as wonderful as the short life of humans.

"Are you sympathizing with me?" Fu Zhenhong wanted to laugh.

When saying this, Fu Zhenhong didn't look at Ning Caichen, he still maintained the original posture.

Ning Caichen was a little surprised, Heishan didn't look at him, but guessed what he was thinking at the moment.

Fu Zhenhong turned sideways, looked at Ning Caichen and said, "I am a demon, and the senses of a demon are far more acute than you imagine."

"Instead of sympathizing with me, you should sympathize with yourself the most." After Fu Zhenhong finished speaking, without waiting for Ning Caichen to respond, she nodded slightly to the boatman.

The boatman laughed, turned up his volume, and yelled, "Young man, sit still!"

At the same time as the boatman's words fell, the boat began to shake violently from side to side.In the next second, the water flow under the boat changed from calm to turbulent, but in the blink of an eye, it turned into a gray-black vortex.

Before Ning Caichen could react, his eyes suddenly went dark.

After Ning Caichen regained his sight again, he felt an extremely piercing chill and gloomy coldness.He subconsciously hugged his arms tightly and rubbed his palms against his body to warm up the heat.

where is this place?

Ning Caichen glanced at his surroundings, the chilly wind was blowing towards his face, and the surroundings were filled with a gloomy and ghostly atmosphere, which was far more terrifying than the night in Nanlai Town.

Under the strange red-yellow light, Ning Caichen raised his head and looked at the stone gate with two large pillars engraved with three characters——Black Mountain Realm.

Ning Caichen subconsciously glanced at Fu Zhenhong who was standing not far from him, and was about to speak.A tall figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Master." Mu Tong bowed to Fu Zhenhong, his deep voice was as calm and blunt as ever.Fu Zhenhong said, "Take him to the Cold Shadow Pavilion."

He pointed at Ning Caichen.

After Fu Zhenhong finished explaining, she turned around and was about to leave, but was stopped by Ning Caichen who sensed his intentions.

"Wait a minute." Ning Caichen's gentle voice carried a hint of urgency.

"You brought me here, but you don't know my name." Ning Caichen didn't know why he suddenly said such words at this moment, but there was an intuition deep in his heart telling him that if he just let it go He would definitely regret that Montenegro left, and maybe there would be no more contact between them.

Fu Zhenhong paused, he was a little surprised that Ning Caichen would stop him.

Fu Zhenhong turned her head and asked Ning Caichen with interest: "Aren't you afraid of me?"

afraid?

Ning Caichen shook his head. As a human being, he is afraid of monsters, but he is not afraid of Montenegro.

"Don't you want to wait for Yan Chixia to come? Regardless of whether Daoist Yan will come or not, I know that at least within the day you give me, I am safe, so there is no need to be afraid." Ning Caichen replied.

Fu Zhenhong raised her eyebrows, "No fear at all?" He turned around and walked up to Ning Caichen, "Don't you scholars who don't have any force at your side sound cowardly?"

Looking at the male demon who was less than half a meter away from him, Ning Caichen felt a faint tension, not because of fear, but because of other more complicated reasons.

At this time, Ning Caichen still had a gentle appearance, and the tension in his heart was hidden by him. His gentle eyebrows and eyes reminded people of water that can tolerate everything.

"Whether it's timid or bold, the current situation is not something I can change. Since it can't be reversed, I can only face it calmly."