Chapter 714: Burning Hope (End of the Endless Abyss)
on the platform.
Relatives and new people are returning one after another.
Bai Yuxin is still a little confused about the situation.
Fan Qingyue was the first one to rush into the door. What was more unbearable to her than her broken arm was her muscular Barbie-like condition.
The others were also eager to go home. When the tension subsided, the pain in their bodies became almost unbearable. They could only find relief by returning to Lihentian.
There were only three people left on the platform.
Wu Xian and Yuan Buyai, who were not seriously injured, stood on the edge of the platform, admiring the beautiful fire below.
Wu Xian turned around and asked, "Do you think that after taking my blow, Meat Mountain and Ghost River are dead?"
Yuan Buyai shook his head.
"I'd like to say they're definitely dead, but..."
"In the blessed land, the common, precious and immortal items for worshipping gods generally correspond to wandering ghosts, great ghosts and evil spirits. Although the correspondence is not so strict, it can also be used as a reference."
"The Meat Mountain and the Ghost River are both top-level evil spirits. If that old villain hadn't created one without a soul and the other without a body, we might not be able to deal with just one of them."
“So I think that these two evil spirits are still alive under the river of fire.”
"If these two things were easy to kill, they would not have been sealed with weak water in the first place, but would have been killed directly."
"The five-colored flame you lit may be a new seal. In a few years, new followers may come here to solve the hidden dangers we left behind..."
Wu Xian raised his eyebrows. These things were not something that a newcomer to the blessed land could know, so he smiled and asked Yuan Buyai, "How does it feel to be a family member again?"
Yuan Buyai shrugged: "I feel okay, but I always feel that I might have been tricked. If you want to erase your memory in the future, remember to be cautious."
Wu Xian nodded: "I'll make a note of it."
Wu Xian only thought of Yuan Buyai's identity later.
Long before entering the blessed land, Wu Xian thought he might be a loved one, but later he temporarily dispelled his doubts because of Yuan Buyai's wailing while climbing the rock.
During the exploration of the blessed land, Yuan Buyai's various behaviors made Wu Xian guess about his identity, but it was not verified until he left the blessed land.
After chatting for a while, the two walked to the door and took their reward tokens.
Wu Xian looked to the other side of the platform. Liu Chen, who was as thin as an insect, was sitting quietly with his back to them, and no one knew what he was thinking.
"Hey, stop dawdling. If you delay any longer, the door will be closed."
Yuan Buyai pulled Wu Xian.
"Let him calm down a bit. After all, his wife died here. Give him some time, and maybe he will figure it out."
Wu Xian took one last deep look at Liu Chen, then imprinted the scenery of this blessed land in his mind, then stepped through the gate and returned to Lihentian.
……
Looking down from the sky, the Valley of the Dead looks like a scar on the earth.
On both sides of the Valley of the Dead are endless wastelands with little life. It is dark red as far as the eye can see, and the soil and rocks are the color of rust. Only shrubs with scattered leaves are surviving tenaciously.
There are no birds, beasts, or reptiles. Any life that lives in the Valley of the Dead will eventually jump into the Valley of the Dead.
Occasionally, there are lives that appear, but they are also people who have been bewitched by the Valley of the Dead and come here to end their own lives.
A row of huge cranes painted yellow stand on the edge of the Valley of the Dead. They are dirty from the wind and sand, giving people a sense of loneliness and desolation.
In the dark red sandstorm, a group of people were struggling to advance towards the Valley of the Dead.
Walking in the front was an old man with gray hair holding a trekking pole. Behind him followed many people, all of whom were of different ages, genders, and clothing, but the only thing they had in common was that they all had weathered eyes.
A capable woman with a scar on her left cheek advised: "Team leader, it's very dangerous here. Why don't you go back first and let me lead the team from now on."
The old man shook his head stubbornly: "Don't call me team leader. The action a few days ago was the last pilgrimage. After that, the action team was disbanded. Now I am the same as you."
The headquarters of the Pilgrim Special Operations Group is in the city closest to the Valley of the Dead. This organization was jointly established by many countries in the world.
In order to complete the pilgrimage and save the world, this organization has the highest authority and can deploy any resources to complete the operation.
But after nearly a hundred pilgrimages, the action group was finally disbanded.
The reason for the disbandment was not because of the loss of support, but because they were no longer able to carry out the pilgrimage.
Under the harassment of the "ghosts", order finally collapsed, the number of living people dropped sharply, production stagnated, and the action team could no longer maintain it.
Last night was the farewell moment for the action team.
But just when everyone in the action team was about to go their separate ways, a beam of fire suddenly shot straight into the sky from the direction of the Valley of the Dead!
The fire had three colors: blue, red and yellow. It dispersed the dark clouds over the Valley of the Dead and illuminated the entire night sky. The brilliant light seemed like a miracle!
The action group that was about to be disbanded quickly started working again and temporarily formed a pilgrimage team!
The team leader himself served as the captain of the pilgrimage team, and the rest of the people were not carefully selected team members, but staff members of the special operations team.
There are administrative staff, chefs, programmers, cleaning ladies, security guards...
All the people who could be mobilized joined this pilgrimage. The nearly one hundred pilgrimages before had consumed a huge amount of manpower and resources, but no one survived. The hope of survival this time was also very low.
But the light that shot up into the sky gave the leader of the action team hope.
The team continued to move forward and finally arrived at the edge of the Valley of the Dead. After standing there for a while, the old man quickly ran towards the cliff.
The woman was startled.
There is a terrible magic around the Valley of the Dead. Except for those who go down to the bottom of the valley for pilgrimage, everyone else will feel like jumping down if they stay on the edge for a while.
But to the woman's surprise, the old man actually stopped at the edge and waved at her.
"Come and see, it's different down there!"
The woman walked over doubtfully, and after seeing the scene at the bottom of the cliff, she couldn't help but open her mouth wide!
The other members of the pilgrim team also came over and exclaimed in amazement.
In the past ten years or so, the bottom of the Valley of the Dead has been pitch black, and there is no way to detect the situation at the bottom of the valley.
But now everyone can clearly see that colorful flames are flowing at the bottom of the valley!
As he watched, the old man began to cry out.
Since he took over as the leader of the pilgrimage action team, he has been under pressure that is unimaginable for normal people. He was almost driven crazy, and he only persisted because of his obsession.
"Has the last pilgrim team completed its mission?"
"If the pilgrimage is over, does it mean that the 'ghosts' that are wreaking havoc in the world will disappear?"
Jingle Bell.
The old man's phone rang and he picked up the phone.
"Lao Luo, good news!"
"Your daughter is awake!"
"All the patients in Asylum No. 103 have woken up, the ropes hanging on Guillotine Street have disappeared, no more laughter can be heard outside the Yinling Well, and the screen on the Cursed TV has gone off..."
The old man didn't hear the sound behind him.
He just looked at the cheers of the people present, laughing like a silly child.
(End of this chapter)
