Son, the empress doesn't like to eat soft rice

Chen Xian'an was very interested in the ceremony. Although Mo Jinghong said he wanted to rest, he was dragged along.

The remaining four followed the coachman to the place where they lived.

Black Mist has specially prepared a house for them to live in so that they can better adapt to life here in the future.

Walking forward with the flow of white people, some of those people spotted the two of them and looked at them curiously, but they were poked by their companions, and that person closed their eyes.

But he couldn't help but look at Chen Xian'an again.

Chen Xian'an also looked at that person. After careful observation, he found that it was a girl.

Dressed in white, the same as that of Arab men.

In such a place full of weirdness, the girl's eyes are very pure, like a drop of white water falling in ink.

Looking at such a pair of eyes, he also felt that his heart had calmed down.

"Brother Jinghong, do you think these people are dressed in black all day and won't bump into each other at night?"

The city is also dark.

Mo Jinghong glanced at Chen Xian'an indifferently, and said, "This is not something we should care about. Even if we bump into each other, what does it matter?"

Chen Xian'an was heartbroken, and pointed at Mo Jinghong's nose: "Brother Jinghong, why are you so boring, you won't find a man like this!"

"···"

Before Mo Jinghong was angry, Chen Xian'an quickly followed the white crowd.

Here, it seems difficult to distinguish day from night.

The sunlight shone through the cracks in the clouds, but it only produced some small light and shadows. These light and shadows seemed to be absorbed on the dark wall.

Black is the end of all colors...
When the last ray of sunlight came down, there was a brilliant golden strip, which stayed in the air for more than ten minutes, and then gradually changed from brilliant gold to dim yellow.

The dim sunlight was like a searchlight by the sea, sweeping from this section of the horizon to the other side, and finally disappeared completely in the darkness.

The candles in the city were lit.

The flickering candlelight, the pedestrians coming and going, under the light of the candlelight, elongated into strips of slender lamp shadows.

The dark walls can't reflect light, and these red candles are like tadpoles in a puddle, jumping around randomly, unable to get out of this narrow cage.

The flickering candle flames drew long and thin ghost figures, with some white figures mixed in during the period.

On the crowded street, the stream of white people was still walking forward. Chen Xian'an didn't know how long they had been walking, but it was already almost night when he came here.

The white figure was illuminated by the candlelight, and the complexion of the illuminated person was a little pale.

At night, the city suddenly became quiet, and people returned to their rooms one after another. Red candles were lit up inside, and a figure sitting on the bed was reflected on the wall.

Soon, there were only believers in white clothes left on the street.

These believers are like Bai Wuchang leading to the underworld, leading the mission and walking forward with a blank expression.

Chen Xian'an felt a little chilly. This black mist didn't look like a serious organization.

Mo Jinghong, on the other hand, remained silent the whole time, and rarely even looked away from the front. He seemed to be the same as other believers, just walking forward dully.

"Brother Jinghong?"

Chen Xian'an put his hand in front of the opponent and shook it a few times, but there was no response.

His complexion changed, and he gently shook the opponent's body.

"Brother Jinghong, brother Jinghong, don't scare me."

Mo Jinghong still didn't respond, his pupils lost focus, like a walking dead, and his body movements were also very stiff.

Chen Xian'an was silent for a while, and suddenly laughed loudly: "I can finally see if you are a man or a woman this time."

After speaking, he grabbed his hand towards the other person's chest.

A pair of white jade hands blocked his hand, Chen Xian'an raised his head, and saw Mo Jinghong's dark face, his eyes seemed to kill him.

"what do you want to do?"

"Ah...this."

"Aren't you under control?"

Chen Xian'an wanted to change the subject.

With a dark face, Mo Jinghong said: "If everyone is like you, we will definitely not be able to complete this task. Don't you feel that there is something wrong with this candle? I was immersed in that space just now, and I wanted to see this task. Who is the Goddess of the Night?"

"But I was disturbed by you."

"Ah...is that so?"

Chen Xian'an smiled awkwardly, "I saw a mosquito on your body just now, and I was afraid it would suck your blood."

Mo Jinghong glanced at the thick mink fur coat he was wearing. The mosquito's mouth must be more than ten centimeters long?

"Consciousness sinks into the mind, and with the flickering of the candle lightly let go of yourself, and enter the ceremony with me."

Mo Jinghong said coldly, he didn't care about this person's behavior of wanting to eat his tofu just now.

This time, Chen Xian'an became more honest.

No wonder these people kept walking forward without stopping. So there was no place where the ceremony was held. Were they always in the middle of the ceremony?

He imitated Mo Jinghong, but was surprised to find that he didn't need to let go of his mind at all, just entered a black space.

Next to him, Mo Jinghong's figure slowly emerged, looking at Chen Xian'an who entered this state first, he was stunned for a moment.

In the end, he could only shake his head helplessly.

Here, it seems to be a square, but there are no buildings in the square.

Empty only a bunch of white crowd.

"They have been in this state for a long time. I suspect that the ritual of the black mist is actually walking like an ascetic monk. This is the reason for the generation of the black tide."

The white crowd sitting in the center suddenly raised their heads and looked upwards.

There, there is a small white dot and black ring.

The black ring encloses the white dot in the center, forming a surrounding structure.

Chen Xian'an suddenly felt that this structure was actually very similar to the present one.

The black circle around the emptiness, and the white dots in the center are these young people in white clothes.

Soon, the black rings began to devour the white dots. First, thin black lines appeared and wrapped around the white dots. These white thin lines were like earthworms.

The white dots gradually became black.

"Do you know the origin of the title of Goddess Si Ye?"

Mo Jinghong suddenly made a sound, breaking the absolute silence here.

However, the white crowd did not look this way, turning a blind eye to the two of them.

Chen Xianan shook his head.

"You'll find out soon enough."

"..."

Chen Xian'an suddenly felt that this person was really annoying.
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