Cold,

So cold…

Zhou Ze didn’t know why it was so cold here.

He was walking on a secluded path, the sides of which were covered with flowers, but there was no romantic or beautiful atmosphere at all. The flowers were bright and beautiful, like a mockery, or like onlookers.

Flowers bloom on the far shore, people go to rebirth;

Zhou Ze remembered that his last memory was fire, a great fire, terrifying flames that completely engulfed him, the palpitating heat baking him into ashes.

But in the blink of an eye,

He had arrived here.

On this road, there were actually many people,

There were old people,

There were children,

There were also young people and middle-aged people,

There were men and women,

Everyone was wearing different clothes.

Some people were dressed very simply, while others were wearing bright red and purple clothes, with excessive blush on their faces.

Everyone was walking on tiptoes,

No one spoke,

No one made any other sound,

Only the occasional "scrubbing" sound of soles rubbing remained.

Zhou Ze was also moving forward numbly with everyone else. He was constantly looking around and constantly looking back. He vaguely realized where he had come to.

He was dead;

And here,

Was hell.

Here, was the world of the dead, the home of the deceased,

He,

Had finally died.

He didn't know what to do, and he didn't know what choice to make.

He didn't want to die. People never want to die, but in this place, he had no idea what to do. He was confused and helpless.

"Eeya……………………………………"

A clear and cold tune came from a distance.

Zhou Ze turned his head and saw a splash of bright red coming from afar, but everyone else around him turned a blind eye to it and continued to walk forward numbly on their tiptoes.

When they got closer, Zhou Ze saw clearly that the splashes of bright red were peach blossom paper umbrellas. In the distance, there was a group of women, lined up in a row, holding paper umbrellas, walking gracefully.

They were tall, and their figures were flirtatious, all wearing purple cheongsams.

The women had their hair tied up in neat buns. Even their steps were neat and tidy, like the most outstanding dance troupe in the world, and they had been rehearsing for more than a century.

They were walking,

They were proceeding,

From one end of the path to the other,

Coincidentally,

Passing in front of Zhou Ze.

Exquisite makeup, snow-white skin, and the clear and cold long tune they hummed created a misty and rainy atmosphere of old Shanghai.

Each woman wore bracelets on her wrist, of different colors and sizes, setting off their snow-white wrists and making them even more dazzling.

It was a pity,

That they weren't walking in the South Street commercial pedestrian area,

Nor were they at the gilded and magnificent high-end clubhouse, Wa Tai,

They were stepping on the Yellow Springs Road,

Sweeping past the sea of ​​manjusaka flowers,

They didn't look sideways, the latter staring at the former,

The very front one,

Had empty eyes.

When the last woman passed in front of Zhou Ze,

The woman suddenly turned her head and looked at Zhou Ze.

Originally, the world was the most beautiful,

But now,

It directly jumped to another extreme.

Terrifying?

Of course, it was terrifying!

Disgusting?

Of course, it was disgusting!

But Zhou Ze was already a dead person. People can be scared to death, but what about ghosts?

The woman looked at Zhou Ze,

Zhou Ze was also looking at the woman,

The two exchanged glances briefly, and then the woman continued to walk forward, her figure swaying, her back view graceful.

"Where… where are you going?"

Zhou Ze subconsciously followed this group of women forward, thus leaving the original group.

However, none of the people walking woodenly on the path looked here. They didn't seem to think or have any perception, and Zhou Ze seemed to be an anomaly among them.

A line of women, stepping and creating smoke, kept walking forward, murmuring tunes that sounded both desolate and icy;

The originally repressed environment, due to their appearance, made people feel even more bleak.

Zhou Ze continued to walk forward, following them.

Then, Zhou Ze saw them walking one by one into the pool in front of them.

The pool wasn't big,

Like a mirror,

Their entry seemed to break this calm, blowing away layers of ripples.

The heads of the first few women had already disappeared into the water, and the women behind them continued to follow.

Zhou Ze walked to the edge of the pool. He didn't follow them down. He just stood on the side and watched.

Everything here was an absolutely unfamiliar place to him. Anyone only had one chance to enter in their lifetime, and once they entered, they could never leave again.

In the center of the pool, something floated up,

It was a pair of hands,

Red nails and white hands,

Slender and verdant,

The two hands danced gracefully, dreamlike, and illusory, instantly attracting people's attention, making it impossible to move away.

Beauty was attractive, but this kind of beauty was soul-stirring.

A look of intoxication slowly appeared in Zhou Ze's eyes, and he didn't even realize that he had involuntarily started to walk forward.

First the instep of his foot,

Then his knees,

Then his waist,

Until finally,

The water submerged his neck,

To the point that his whole person entered the pool.

The pool water wasn't cold, it was even very warm. The water was clear and the visibility was high. When you entered here, you didn't even have the pain of suffocation.

Zhou Ze saw the group of women holding paper umbrellas earlier. They were still graceful and moving under the water, still continuing to walk forward.

However, in the position closest to him,

There was a woman wearing red, standing in the water, but her hands were dancing and flying above the water.

Zhou Ze began to approach this woman in red,

Not because of beauty,

Nor because of other illusory influences,

But because this woman seemed to have an indescribable magic power that made you approach, get close, and involuntarily move closer.

Finally,

Zhou Ze approached her,

And her hands slowly retracted from the water.

The woman's hair was very long and thick, dancing and rippling in the water, making it impossible to see her face clearly.

"Finally… another… person like this… is here…"

The woman's voice was crisp, sweet, and soft,

The woman's beautiful hands stretched out and rested on Zhou Ze's shoulders, a very intimate gesture.

"You… come… accompany me…"

The next moment,

The woman's hair began to scatter, and strands of black hair began to blow across Zhou Ze's face;

A beauty brushing against one's face, this seemed to be a very romantic thing, but then, the woman's hair turned into the most tenacious steel cable in the world and began to bind Zhou Ze's neck.

"You come… accompany me…"

Her hair was disheveled, no longer concealing,

The woman's face was finally revealed,

She had no face,

Her face was flat, without waves or wrinkles. It was a smooth face, enough to make thousands of girls jealous and envious,

But she had no nose, no mouth, no eyes, and no ears,

A faceless… woman.

Zhou Ze felt that he couldn't breathe. His chest was about to explode, and at the same time, his body seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

The faceless woman's laughter was still crisp and ethereal, but at this time, in Zhou Ze's ears, it was like a demonic sound piercing his ears.

Zhou Ze had regained consciousness,

He didn't know what it meant to be entangled in this way in this place,

But in short,

It wouldn't be a good ending.

"You will… accompany me… here!"

The faceless woman continued to laugh, her hair dancing wildly.

Zhou Ze subconsciously reached out to grab the hair wrapped around his neck, trying to break free.

The faceless woman found his overestimation of his abilities very interesting,

"You can't break free, don't struggle. Those who can come here all have spirits. Once I devour enough people with spirits, I will have a chance to go back!

You are destined,

To become,

My sacrifice!"

But at the moment the words fell,

The faceless woman let out an exclamation: "How is it possible… impossible…"

Zhou Ze's fingernails began to slowly lengthen, the black and translucent color flashing with its unusual brilliance in this pool. The color of this fingernail was exactly the same as the color of the old man's fingernails that Zhou Ze had treated before his death.

"Tzzzzz… Tzzzzz…"

The sound of hot water hitting a hot pot came,

The faceless woman's hair entangled around Zhou Ze's fingernails melted and broke directly upon touching Zhou Ze's fingernails, and Zhou Ze's figure slowly retreated, beginning to break free from the faceless woman's shackles.

"Impossible… impossible… this is impossible… why! Why can you leave too!

Why can you leave and I can't!

Why!

Why!

This is unfair!

Unfair!"

The faceless woman used her hand to stop Zhou Ze,

But when Zhou Ze used his hand to get rid of her, once his fingernail touched her faceless hand, a hole was immediately burned into the faceless woman's originally flawless jade hand.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

The faceless woman let out a scream,

Her figure began to retreat, and from then on, she lost control of Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze's body began to float upwards,

About to surface.

"You can't escape… you will be… will be caught back!

Here,

Is the home of the dead!

You, you and them, even if you leave, you will eventually be caught back!"

The faceless woman was hysterically shouting and roaring below,

She was jealous,

She was envious,

She was crazy!!!

However, Zhou Ze, who was constantly rising,

Slowly lost consciousness,

The secluded Yellow Springs Road,

The dazzling manjusaka flowers,

The faceless woman's roar,

The graceful cheongsam women,

Everything,

Seemed to be gradually moving away from him…