Chapter 1573: Netherworld, Other Shore Flower 48
Su Yan felt some moisture as she touched the black cloth.
It was too dim to see clearly.
Then, her attention was captured by the scene in front of her.
It was a young girl.
Wearing a long black dress.
Barefoot, her ankles were fair.
There seemed to be a pattern on those ankles, intricate and mysterious.
The girl’s hair was loose, and she crouched in the corner.
In the vast prison, she was the only one.
The girl’s light and pleasant tune continued.
Until after a while, she seemed to notice Su Yan’s presence.
She lifted her head.
Revealing a pale face.
No, not pale.
Deathly white.
The kind of whiteness without any blood, like a dead person.
The girl was delicately beautiful, her large eyes gazed at Su Yan.
Her lips were like a red rose, shockingly red.
She squatted there, looking at Su Yan, curious and innocent.
If there was something one could remember, it would probably be those eyes.
One pitch-black, one ashen.
When Su Yan saw her for the first time, her first thought was, Undying.
The girl tilted her head slightly, focusing on Su Yan’s wound.
Then, she spoke
"Hello there."
Su Yan nodded
"Hello."
The girl gave a light chuckle.
She stood up from the corner.
Then, puffed her cheeks, pointing behind Su Yan
"It seems like someone wants to kill you."
As she finished, four black-clad figures appeared behind Su Yan.
Scythes in hand, advancing step by step.
Filled with murderous intent.
Su Yan turned around.
The girl in the prison kindly pointed out
"The hairpin on your head is probably the only thing that can harm them."
Her black dress trailing on the ground, the girl stood in the middle of the prison, like a blooming radiant rose.
One cup of tea later.
Bam!
Su Yan struck down the last Undying.
Unable to kill them, but they lost the ability to fight back.
Before Su Yan could ask, she heard the voice behind her again
"Ah, so boring."
The voice was indifferent, bored and impatient.
Su Yan looked back.
She saw, centered around the girl’s feet, black vines rising, intertwining, transforming.
A black throne formed, with thorns, fallen and dark.
The girl sat on the throne.
Su Yan looked at her, only to feel that under such intense stimulation, her lips became even more vivid.
The girl idly swung her fair little legs
"You should stay here, don’t leave."
She spoke, as if what she said should be done by others.
Su Yan gazed at her, feeling a sense of familiarity.
Yet she couldn’t recall where they might have met.
The person opposite clearly felt the same.
Then she heard the girl say softly
"Have we met before? Why do you seem so familiar?"
The girl murmured.
Su Yan also fell silent.
The two stared at each other.
At some point, Su Yan’s blood dripped to the ground, flowing into that prison.
Touching those black thorns.
Instantly, Su Yan’s eyes shone with a golden light.
It was the mark of a god.
And the person opposite, her face quickly turned grayish-green.
The whole face, devoid of blood.
The single black pupil also turned gray-white.
She sat on the thorny throne.
The two of them, locking eyes.
Then, the person sitting on the thorns laughed.
The girl swinging her small legs,
"It’s you."
She mumbled.
Su Yan said nothing.
The girl sat on the throne.
Lowering her head, playing with her gray-white fingers.
Her black hair fell down, obscuring her face.