Hall of Mercy

As the wind blew, emerald green flames burned on the grassland, and a beauty with silver hair and golden eyes lay in the flames.

The vast and boundless sky was reflected in her eyes, vast and ethereal, with bright stars.

Her long curly hair danced with the wind, and her small fan-like eyelashes trembled slightly.Facing the bright moonlight, she stretched out her right hand to cover the moonlight pouring on her cold and seductive face, her hand was soft and boneless.

She and the night seemed to merge together.

Her snow-white hands cupped them in the air, and a few clusters of dark purple flames emerged out of thin air, condensed into flowers, and held in the palms of her hands.The glamorous petals are as elegant and seductive as hers, and her eyes are tightly locked on the deep purple flower in her hand, gradually, a sense of sadness overflows her eyes.

"More than 1000 years," she murmured.

"I finally came back to this place. Do you still remember this place?" On the vast grassland, there was no one else but her, and the only response to her was the passing breeze.

"At that time, I had just turned a hundred years old, and I was still an immature child. You were like the breeze between heaven and earth, blowing softly into my heart."

She let out a long sigh, and closed her eyes heavily, her eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand catties.

The wind swept by, rustling the shrubs on the grassland.

A piece of black mist leaped from thousands of miles away, so fast that it only took the blink of an eye.The black mist turned into a man wearing a hood, holding a rusty sledgehammer in his hand.

Two groups of dark blue flames rise faintly from under the hood, staring straight at the beauty who seems to be lying leisurely on the grassland.

"Duhun, you are exactly as I imagined." She did not open her eyes, and teased with the corners of her lips curled up.

Duhun ignored her, and stood quietly aside, gathering and dispersing from time to time.

It was within her expectation that no one responded, she curled the corner of her mouth disapprovingly: "You are silent all day, aren't you bored?"

"I'm scared, Duhun." She slowly opened her eyes, and fear gradually seeped into her eyes.

She is dead.

She had heard the legend about crossing the soul and the past life. The soul crossing messenger and the past life messenger were originally one body, but later divided into two people, one male and one female, each performing their duties.

She has also heard of Wuwangya, which reflects everything before birth like a bright mirror, digs out the sins in the deepest part of the soul, invades the heart with hostility, and resentment becomes the strongest emotion.She was a little terrified.

What should I do if her hatred has not dissipated for a long time?What should she do if she made the wrong choice in a single thought?

For a time, it was a dilemma.

Her fan-like eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes looked at the boundless galaxy.

She is dead.

She will never see him again.

All of this is her own fault.

Her birth was a mistake.

But fortunately, he is still alive.He didn't die because of her.

"Duhun, say something."

Duhun was still silent, his blue eyes suddenly dimmed.

"Let's go." The flames in his eyes flickered, and he spoke suddenly.Rarely, he nodded slightly as a courtesy.

She was amazed by Duhun's polite attitude, she never thought that with such an unbearable status, she could still be respected by the Purgatory Envoy.

She squinted at the hammer in Duhun's hand, and finally, with a long sigh, she stood up: "Yes."

Duhun led her and stepped across the emerald green waves on the grassland, the sky full of stars fell into her eyes, leaving the gentle wind behind.