Purgatory Artist

On the ceiling, several figures remained motionless.

The huge face outside the window did not move.

The two people chased out of the study remained motionless.

"You want to kill me, but you can't be seen by me, is that right?"

Liuping simply pointed the long knife forward.

Magic face read the knife!

A huge vertical pupil phantom suddenly appeared behind him.

Liuping maintained his vertical pupils, and in a flash, he walked through the corridor and reached another door at the end of the road.

He didn't need to look back to know that under the gaze of the vertical pupil, those strange existences did not move.

open the door.

Here is a magnificent hall.

A group of people in battle armor surrounded the high platform, watching the throne together.

The throne was empty, only a crown studded with various gems was placed on the armrest.

—The king here seems to be away?

Liu Ping looked at those people and saw that their faces were sad, as if they had encountered extremely desperate things, and all bowed their heads.

In the world...

How could there be such a civilization in the inner world?

Liu Ping looked at his hand.

Too late to think about it.

The thread of fate keeps entwining upwards, has crossed the arm, and has begun to spread on the chest.

Now that the baby girl said that if you want to see the spirit here before the thread of fate is completely entangled, then you should hurry up.

A shadow appeared behind him.

"You control the front, I am in charge of the back." Liu Ping said.

"good."

The shadow waved the long knife at will.

In an instant, a seven-eight-meter-high vertical pupil phantom appeared in front of him.

The vertical pupil behind Liu Ping stared at the road when he came, and the vertical pupil stared at the people in the hall.

"go!"

Liu Ping and the shadow flew forward together.

The two walked through the hall, all the way to a small door behind the throne.

Infinite power fluctuations came from the small door.

-right here!

Liu Ping took a deep breath and pushed the door open hard.

"what?"

He couldn't help but speak.

I saw that this was a huge room, densely covered with countless mist-like spikes, all pierced into a humanoid existence floating in the air.

It was a petite body, and it looked a bit like—

Andrea!

"No... there are still some differences." Liu Ping said forcefully, holding back the stormy sea in his heart.

Thinking about it carefully, Andrea directly awakened from Eternal Night.

She was even replaced by Dragon Spine, and she could almost never grow up.

—Could she be related to this girl?

Liu Ping stared at the girl intently.

I saw that the dense spikes pierced her head and back in a way similar to squirming, as if controlling her.

And she opened a pair of confused eyes and said unconsciously: "Thirty-five minutes later, the killing mission will be released."

One card after another appeared from the void, floating in front of her.

The little girl stared at the cards and muttered:

"The venue has been set up."

"The reward card is ready."

"Task: Fight in chaos."

"Preparatory death toll: 1,000."

She seemed to be in a state of sleepwalking.

On top of her head, a line of small words quickly appeared:

"Nightmare Entangling Body, Spirit of the World,???"

"A world-class higher spirit under the control of a nightmare."

Liu Ping stared at the girl in a daze, and an emotion that he had never had before suddenly surged in his heart.

Scenes of incredibly long-term memories spontaneously appeared in his mind.

That is a world full of wars.

In the sky, something incomparably huge burst out with a roar that shook all directions.

Liu Ping heard his own voice.

"The nightmare has come, and the sacred pillar here is about to collapse. Everyone prepares. We are going to be reincarnated and reborn and leave here."

The voice fell.

Another soft voice sounded: "But even if we arrive at the next sacred pillar, how long can we stay?"

"After reincarnation, we will inevitably be separated, and maybe we will never remember each other." Someone answered.

A female voice suddenly sounded: "Part of my soul has been eroded by nightmares. I am afraid-only the remnant soul can be reincarnated."

All voices fell silent.

Next second.

Liu Ping heard his own voice.

"I will find you."

"Even if there is nothing left, I will find you."

All memories fell apart.

Liu Ping suddenly woke up, panting heavily.

He wanted to take a few steps, but found himself unable to act at all.

The thread of fate has wrapped around his body, making him unable to move, only one head is still exposed.

time is limited!

"Watch out," said the shadow.

Outside the door not far behind the two, countless people stood there, gazing at the vertical pupils, moving towards the door with difficulty step by step.

Liu Ping seized the last time, striving with all his strength, and the whole person floated into the air.

He flew to the other side of the girl, his eyes fixed on her.

"Andrea?"

He whispered softly.

A fleeting pain flashed across the girl's face, and her face became dull again.

She stared at the void and whispered: "The remaining time until the next killing: 30 minutes."

Liu Ping closed his eyes, anger and sadness gradually appeared on his calm face.

His shadow stopped talking, and quickly walked to the door, drew out a long knife, and struggling to cut out a fierce blade.

Those people were hit by the sword light, and they only paused briefly. After a while, they had already stepped into this room.

The shadow shouted angrily: "Heaven and earth can't!"

Hum—

The long knife shook endlessly.

A magnificent golden tower appeared, wrapping those people in.

However, in the next second, those people reappeared.

There are countless knife marks on their bodies, but they don't care, and the shadows are still approaching step by step.

Shadow clenched the long knife in both hands, shouted again, and cut out the endless blades of void.

The progress of those people was delayed again.

Mid-air.

Liuping was still floating.

Another memory came to his mind.

I don't know where it is.

I don't know what time it is.

In an extremely remote time and space, a female voice suddenly rang from the darkness and silence.

"Liu Ping."

"Um?"

"How many sacred pillars do we have to walk through, and how long do we wander between life and death before we can get rid of the nightmare?"

Liu Ping heard his own voice sounded again: "Wait for me to find a way to deal with them."

"Then—when will you find a way to deal with them?" the female voice asked.

"Alright, give me some more time."

"I'm afraid."

"Fool, don't we succeed in reincarnation every time?"

"Wandering between life and death has a price, even if you exist like you and me, you will forget a lot of things-I am afraid that in the end, we will all forget each other." Female said.

There was silence.

Liu Ping heard his voice soften:

"We have experienced too many things together, and have too deep a bond. Even if we forget each other, the law of destiny will make us meet again."

Female voice: "I'm afraid that one day, you won't remember us anymore, and you won't come to save us."

"…Will not."

All the memories disappeared suddenly.

Liu Ping opened his eyes and stared at the girl opposite.

She was controlled by countless nightmare spikes and was always ready to kill those sentient beings.

The threads of fate spread upward one after another, gradually covering Liu Ping's lips, nose, and eyes.

He never saw each other again.

"go!"

The baby girl's voice suddenly sounded.

There was a gap in the void between the sparks and flints.

Another thread of fate flew to Liu Ping tightly, and pulled him away from here.

His shadow looked up and said with a sigh of relief: "Finally remembered something, this time it's worth it."

The voice fell, and the shadow disappeared from the place.

…

bar.

In front of the bar.

The colorful baby bottle swayed and suddenly rolled down from the tabletop.

A silk thread attached to the bottle stretched suddenly—

Huh!

Liu Ping emerged from the void, staggered a few steps, and stood firm in the bar.

The thread of fate has long since disappeared.

He stood silently in front of the bar, picked up the wine glass, and drank all the wine in it.

"It's just to take a look at the world inside. What kind of magic are you doing?" The baby girl asked in surprise.

"It's okay," Liu Ping put down the bottle and said, "I was just thinking, next we are going to save the world-class spirit."

"Save? Are you kidding, she is a nightmare spirit! She will kill you!" said the baby girl.

Liu Ping was silent.

"It seems that there is a particularly powerful secret? Forget it-I don't dare to know too much. After all, I am fusing. I have to sleep for seven or forty-nine days. Even if I die, don't wake me up."

After the baby girl had finished speaking, she acted casually.

The colorful baby bottle flew up and fell into her hand.

The baby girl fell asleep holding the bottle.

The bar was quiet again.

Liu Ping sat there still, and the aura of his whole body gradually changed.

A burst of powerful aura lingered around him endlessly.

in the dark.

His gaze was like a blade.

"We have experienced too many things together, and have too deep a bond. Even if we forget each other, the law of destiny will make us meet again."

The words once came to mind again.

—Where is there an unreasonable encounter?

Every kind of companionship around is the accumulation of countless reincarnations, reconnected by the weaving thread of fate, and this can be met again in the boundless world and sea of ​​people.

The people around...

How long have they been wandering with themselves?

Liu Ping closed his eyes.

The confused girl who was controlled by the nightmare resurfaced before his eyes.

"The last time I felt anger... when was it?"

He murmured, filled the wine again, picked it up and drank slowly.

If there is substantial light rising on him, it emits blazing flames like flames.

"...Never let you wander in life and death again."

"I swear."

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