Purgatory Artist

dark.

Darkness fills every place, like a boundless sea, and like an endless void.

Only a little cold light shone and floated in the dark.

—That is a man holding a black umbrella.

His upper body was naked, showing black runes all over his body, and the black umbrella in his hand danced with the wind, leading him to the unknown place slowly.

At a certain moment.

The umbrella holder stopped gently and looked back at the way he had come.

"what-"

"Hahahahahaha!"

He suddenly laughed wildly, and said in an ecstatic tone: "Finally got rid of! That manor—no matter who its owner is, finally there is no longer anything that can imprison my soul."

The umbrella-holder laughed for a while, then suddenly stopped, and the joy in his expression disappeared.

"Damn... Obviously it was a perfect escape, but in the end I encountered that thing, I just hope it was deceived by my fake death technique."

The umbrella holder settled, pinched a seal with one hand, and shouted in a low voice: "Look!"

One by one, black runes radiated from him, sinking into the dark void around him.

About dozens of breaths passed.

All the black runes flew back and sank into him again.

The corners of the umbrella-holder's mouth were slightly cocked.

No tracking, no surveillance, no trailing.

It seems that he has successfully escaped from that situation.

"Huh-it's a pity for my body and strength, but in my life, how can I get what I want without paying a price?"

The umbrella-holder said something comfortingly.

At this time, mists appeared in front of him, floating in the wind.

The umbrella holder took out a card and looked at it.

"Yes, it's here."

He flew into the mist, accelerating in one direction.

finally.

He arrived there.

—It was an extremely magnificent pillar, which seemed to have been completely destroyed, soaked with black blood in the broken place.

The black blood has been staying down the huge pillar, immersed in the depths of the mist.

I don't know what happened here.

The umbrella holder flew over, landed on the fractured surface of the giant pillar, squatted down and touched the black blood stains on the ground.

"A sacred pillar that is completely destroyed has no value, and no existence will be interested in it."

The umbrella holder sat on the ground happily and grinned: "Very well, this will be my new foothold."

He hummed the tune softly, and with a single tap from the void, he unloaded various materials and placed them on the ground.

suddenly.

He seemed to hear something.

"who!"

He drank, flew up from the huge pillar, and looked around.

In the void, the mist filled quietly.

Nothing happened.

The umbrella-holder frowned, and said, "Which stranger is staying here? It's better to come out and meet."

Silent and silent.

The umbrella holder waited for a few more breaths before falling slowly.

"Strange... Is there still the sporadic power fluctuations that were destroyed in the first place here?"

He shook his head and was about to continue unloading supplies when suddenly his body became stiff.

All the materials unloaded on the ground just now are gone.

"Damn it! Who is it!"

The umbrella-holder roared and raised the black umbrella in his hand high.

The black umbrella suddenly released a ray of light soaring to the sky, dispelling all the surrounding fog, and illuminating the boundless darkness.

The existence hidden behind the fog finally appeared.

Compared with the broken giant pillar, its stature is much larger—

The light emitted by the umbrella holder on the giant pillar made the entire giant pillar like a match in front of it, and it was the human holding that match.

It is like a human being, but there are no facial features on the head, only a deep hole, which emits discrete waves of light.

On its body surface, densely packed granulation sprouts emerged, standing tall, with eyes open at the top.

In the boundless darkness, it looks so huge, weird, and terrifying.

The umbrella holder froze in place, and his whole body began to tremble.

"Nightmare..."

He said in a hoarse voice.

All the eyes that existed on the body stared at him, showing joking expressions one after another.

"I said, sentient beings are not delicious."

It made a rumbling noise, spreading far away towards the darkness in all directions.

Dead silence enveloped this emptiness.

The umbrella-holder wiped the cold sweat on his face and squeezed out a smile:

"Sorry—I made a mistake. I shouldn’t have a chance to use you to confuse my enemy."

Behind him, the broken pillar was suddenly covered with granulation.

These granulation sprouts kept squirming and spreading quickly, and soon they occupied a large area and began to spread in the direction of the umbrella holder.

The umbrella holder didn't notice anything.

His body was trembling constantly, as if he had exhausted all his strength to hold the black umbrella in his hand.

"Let me go, please! I can do a lot for you, and I can take you to the prosperous pillar with countless sentient beings."

The umbrella holder said quickly.

That huge terrifying existence looked down at the giant pillar and the little man on the giant pillar—

It's like a person holding a match in his hand and looking at a dust on the match.

The umbrella holder hurriedly knelt on the ground and said loudly:

"I know many weird secrets, and I also know the distribution of many worlds on that complete sacred pillar, as long as you let me go!"

The squirming granulation swept over, spread over every place on the broken pillar, and began to crawl towards him.

He didn't realize it, but stared longingly at the huge existence in the void.

"Although I have lost a lot of my strange power, I still have the ability to press the box, you must use me."

He babbled, unaware that the squirming granulation gradually covered his whole body, and then got in through his mouth, nostrils, ears, and eyes.

He became a humanoid monster.

The next moment.

All the granulation has disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

The umbrella holder returned to normal.

He put down the black umbrella, raised his hands and shook it, but accidentally used too much force, so that his hands completely scattered into countless granulation.

"I...time...adapted to...needs."

He looked down at his hands and said in a jerky tone.

The huge existence floating in the void slowly receded.

The fog is gradually rising.

It disappeared into the boundless mist.

Looking from the broken huge pillar, one can only vaguely see its incomparable figure silhouette slowly sinking below the huge pillar.

In the darkness, its rumbling voice sounded again:

"My dream is waking up, I need energy."

The umbrella holder standing on the short column said: "Don't worry, I will go—"

He showed the color of memories, thought for a few breaths, and said again:

"Go to the complete sacred pillar."

The voice fell.

He leaped slightly, jumped into the void again, and drifted away towards the way he came.

…

the other side.

Sitting on the bar counter in the bar, Liu Ping touched his glasses with a man and a woman beside him.

The surrounding is noisy and lively.

But no one glanced at them, and no one came to bother.

"I haven't asked your surname and name yet."

Liu Ping smiled.

"You can't tell your real name. Saying it will affect everything. You can call me time." The man said.

"Just call me mystery." The woman raised her glass gracefully.

"Stay and help me-we have fought side by side so many times, why not keep doing this?" Liu Ping said.

The man drank the wine in his glass and sighed: "Remember what I told you? The only chance of life is that we need to win both battles. You are responsible for this side, and we are responsible for the other side. Aside."

He raised his hand and showed it in front of Liu Ping.

I saw his hands become illusory and transparent, and then the whole person appeared illusory and transparent, as if it were not a real person, but just a phantom.

Liu Ping looked at the woman.

I saw that the woman named "Mystery" also became illusory.

The woman said: "We are only two phantoms, so our strength is limited. We can only appear at certain key points in time. At other times, we must lie dormant."

"What about your body?" Liu Ping asked.

"We are fighting in another place. When the time comes, you will know everything, but you can't say it now." The man said.

"Next you will face a very complicated situation. It is probably that the creatures in countless worlds on the sacred pillar begin to sense the departure of Niangui. They come back to check the situation and see if they conquer this place or reach an agreement with this place." The woman said.

"Then soon—"

"That era is about to begin."

"What era?" Liu Ping asked.

"It belongs to the era of nightmares." The man shook his shoulders uncomfortably, not knowing what he thought of.

The woman stretched out her hand, and a card flew out of Liu Ping and fell into her hand.

It is the "Void World Battlefield".

"This card will be too risky to use in the next battle, I will send it back to my body." The woman said.

"But you can keep the Day and Night Parade. It will help you at certain critical moments," the man said.

Liuping nodded.

If they wanted to harm themselves, they could have done it long ago.

The decision they made right now must be beneficial to them.

I saw the two put down their wine glasses and stood up.

Liu Ping also got up quickly.

"Is it going now?" he asked.

The woman said: "We must rush to our own body and tell them what happened here."

The man glanced at the clock on the wall and said, "A quarter of an hour ago, messengers from other worlds came here to see you. You must be prepared."

Liu Ping said: "Then you take care. UU reading www.uukanshu.com"

The two nodded with a smile at him, and walked out of the bar together.

The door of the bar closed.

In an instant, everything in the bar fell into a standstill.

Liu Ping looked at the clock on the wall.

I saw the clock began to rewind quickly, back a quarter of an hour ago—

Tick, tick,

The second hand starts to move again.

The hustle and bustle of the bar has been restored again.

Liu Ping poured himself a glass of wine and sighed: "Are you messengers from other worlds... I don't know what kind of world it is."

The voice fell.

The door of the bar was pushed open again.