Yin-Yang Corridor, Yin-Yang City?

Yu Xing looked at the tasks released by the system and his eyes were on these two new words.

At least there was no connection with this very Chinese-sounding location in the duplicate of the Apocalypse.

It was indeed imposed.

Yin-Yang City sounds very big, so will the so-called Yin-Yang corridor be a part of Yin-Yang City?

Yu Xing thought about it and looked up.

The endless corridor is not a straight line, but winding like an earthworm. Not far ahead is a curve, and dense wind chimes are hidden in the curve.

Yu Xing could hear his breathing, and in addition, the slight collision between the wind chimes also magnified infinitely.

His senses were not suppressed, and no small movement could be hidden from him.

So he was even more sure that there was no one else in this corridor, only him.

"Oh……"

Yu Xing exhaled a mouthful of white mist, felt the cold air, forked off the information of the light brain watch, and rubbed his hands.

Since you are here, let’s take a look at what the Yin-Yang City pointed to by this side mission is.

Speaking of it...

Isn't it surprising to see anything in this corridor?

Yu Xing thought for a moment and took a step.

The sound of footsteps overshadowed his breath and heartbeat, and wisps of light penetrated from the murals on both sides, illuminating the corridor so that the corridor would not fall into complete darkness.

He raised his hand as he walked, and his fingertips touched the yellow talisman hanging on the wind chime. A tiny grainy feeling came from the yellow talisman, and the cinnabar was firmly soaked in the talisman paper, like blood.

Yu Xing's nose moved and felt a familiar smell pouring into his nose.

It was a smell of time.

The gallery does not look like modern. The quaint murals are covered with relief patterns. I don’t know what the purpose is. The walls are pink and white, while the ceiling is a wooden mortise and tenon structure, which are stacked and embedded together to create the instant visual feeling of the beams.

The wind chimes hang in the cracks of the wood, with strange order in chaos, and no wind automatically and shaking.

The corridor is not wide, and it can make about 5 adults walk side by side with their shoulders. Yu Xing is more than enough to walk alone. He speeds up his pace in the unchanging scene, without ignoring the acceleration of his heartbeat.

strangeness.

How could his heart beating so fast, as if he knew what was here and was excited about it.

But Yu Xing was sure that he had never been here before, and he had never dreamed of it. The environment and temperature here made him feel strange.

Where did Zhao Yijiu go?

Is the actor still with him?

Is this corridor a single space or is it all in the same place?

Some scattered questions emerged from Yu Xing's mind, but no one can tell him the answer for the time being.

Yu Xing thought that he was probably the one who knew the least about this place among everyone? After all, he was the only one who was airborne in the middle of the journey. Before that, he never knew that there was such a strange place hidden in the copy of the Apocalypse.

And did the others know it long ago? Did they prepare before entering the dungeon?

What did the actor know so that he would force him to enter the game in this way to find the so-called qualification to enter Yin and Yang City?

In fact, the connection between him and the actor is very limited, and there are only a few reasons.

Hate, betrayal, and power.

Betrayal and hatred are the basis of their relationship, but it is not appropriate to appear here. The actor took Zhao Yijiu away in order to make him willingly find the small curly hair, see the totem, and enter the special map of the Yin-Yang Gallery.

This time it seemed like someone was holding a banquet and the actor insisted on letting him be present. There must be something he and the actor were concerned about in the banquet. This thing would not be a hatred that had never been eliminated, but it would only be... related to their source of strength.

The power of curse.

Yu Xing walked over another corner and snorted.

The actor's curse power comes from Hua Subai, and his curse power comes from the actor. This curse has been passed down, making them both hate and fight for it.

Coupled with the familiarity he couldn't explain clearly now, Yu Xing could basically confirm that the Yin-Yang Gate - or the Yin-Yang City behind the Yin-Yang Gate, was related to the origin of the power of curse. It may not be just a ghost tree, but also more things and deeper secrets.

But he didn't know how to come in, so the actor took a turn and invited him into the game.

He didn't want to understand the benefits of inviting him into the game for the madman. He just wanted to know whether this corridor was dangerous, especially for someone like Zhao Yijiu who did not have the power of curses.

Puzzled.

Too confused.

Many people in the copy of the Apocalypse seem to be looking for this place, Carlos, Zhao Ruru... Then those people don't have the power of cursing.

Perhaps they didn't know the involvement of the power of curses and Yin-Yang City, and they were pursuing something else?

Yu Xingdong thought about it, but there was no conclusion. After all, Yin and Yang City was too unfamiliar to him and there was no information. He accelerated his pace again, and black patterns appeared on his legs, and black mist lingered around him, moving forward rapidly in a suspended state.

The corridor is still winding and twisting, with no bottom visible, and no breath of living people.

It was not until a certain moment that a different sound came from the front that Yu Xing stopped from the flight, landed again, and walked forward slowly.

A man was hanging in front of him.

It was difficult for Yu Xing to describe his mood at this moment. He walked for a long time and looked around and saw that the beams were full of wind chimes. At this moment, someone was infiltrated in the middle of the wind chimes.

The man hung up, and the thin hemp rope tied his neck. His black and white clothes were like mourning clothes, hanging softly until he covered his low instep.

His body was a little thin, and he could tell that he was a man, but his face was destroyed, and the blood scab covered his entire face. I don’t know who did it.

Yu Xing stepped forward and tried to touch the hanged man's hand, and it was cold.

He died thoroughly.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "..." Yu Xing didn't say anything, retracted his gaze, bypassed the corpse and continued to move forward.

The surrounding murals seem to have changed. There are many old people hanging in the twilight on the relief. Under simple lines, the elderly people either stand or sit, lean on crutches or lie on the bed, withering and waiting for death.

Yu Xing observed the content of the mural for a while, and even he felt discomfort in the endless themes of the old man and death and frowned.

But soon, he met the second person he saw in this corridor.

That's still a dead person.

Still a dead person who hangs himself.

Yu Xing paused and looked ahead with a cold look.

There, the corpse was hung with a thin hemp rope. The body was wearing black and white mourning clothes, covering the instep. The face was densely packed with blood scabs, and the face was not visible.

Exactly the same.

It’s not that the way of dying is exactly the same, but that... people are exactly the same.

This is the corpse he encountered before.

This time, Yu Xing put the corpse down and leaned against the wall beside him. He stood in front of the corpse and was silent for ten seconds, then turned around and left.

The murals have changed more. This time, there are more young men and women around the old man, perhaps the children of the old man.

The young men and women snuggled up to each other, and there was no elderly person in their eyes, nor did they take care of them. They either stood or sat, laughed or looked sad, and the old man beside him turned his head to them and stared at them expressionlessly.

After a while, Yu Xing met a third person.

The empty hemp rope hangs in the middle of the corridor, swaying slightly as the surrounding wind chimes sway.

The third person leaned against the wall, his head lowered, leaving the dense blood scab hidden in the shadow, his limbs soft and covered by black and white mourning clothes.

This corpse was put down by Yu Xing himself.

The corridor did not start again, but the bodies appeared in front again and again - maintaining the posture of being placed by Yu Xing.

It leaned there and sent a silent invitation to Yu Xing, as if saying...
Chapter completed!