Gray mist filled all directions, and an oppressive atmosphere permeated every corner. Qin Fan felt that a big stone was pressing on his heart for no apparent reason.
This is another completely different way of understanding.
Qin Fan began to observe the surrounding situation. There was no Li Xunhuan waiting for him here. What was worse was that the visible range was reduced to within ten steps, and all he could see was the gray sand under his feet.
Even if Qin Fan tried to use his mental power to break through the layers of dense fog, he would only feel instantly disoriented, causing his thoughts to be shattered.
Then Qin Fan's nose twitched slightly, smelling of rot.
This may also be a clue left by the other party to guide you forward.
But this way... In Qin Fan's lowered eyes, the whirlpool of chaos flashed away, and his brows also frowned subconsciously.
Following the direction of the smell, he took the first step, and the mist surrounding him also changed due to his movement.
One step, two steps, three steps... On the thirty-seventh step, Qin Fan saw a corpse.
Only a small part of the flesh and blood remained on the corpse, and it was rotting at a speed visible to the naked eye. As the white bones emerged one after another, Qin Fan slowly looked at the relatively well-preserved head.
"So that's it, it's him."
The smile on Qin Fan's face was still there, but there was a cold light in his eyes. The man in front of him was the first person he killed.
As the memories emerged, the man's appearance seemed to become much clearer, but the bloody holes on his face were too shocking, especially his left eye socket, which seemed to have been stabbed more than once.
That was after Lin Shu took control of Wuyou Villa. As a neglected young village owner, he would inevitably be troubled by some nobodies.
And what they like most is to watch a certain noble man who was born with a good pregnancy fall from the top of the clouds and crawl at their feet.
Not to mention that Lin Shu recruited a group of bandits and robbers at that time, and their bad style was even more vividly reflected in them.
However, Qin Fan had only experienced this kind of encounter once, and this man was the only one who humiliated and ridiculed Qin Fan.
Then on the next day, when he was drunk, Qin Fan took his dagger and left countless bloody holes on his face.
He was six years old that year, witnessed the death of his parents, and had to endure severe pain every day. Even with hatred supporting him, every day of his life was extremely painful.
So just to test a guess, he made this seemingly unintelligent and crazy move. Perhaps deep down in his heart, he wanted to take advantage of this time to seek relief.
Even now, Qin Fan still clearly remembers that in order to ensure that the other person died completely, he, who did not have much strength, inserted the dagger into the person's face forcefully again and again.
The blood dyed his eyes red, and fueled the desire to die in his heart into a raging flame. It was like the last carnival before death.
In the end, Qin Fan succeeded and failed. The failure was that he did not die when he wanted to die the most. The success was that his test was exactly as he had expected.
Even if Qin Fan killed Lin Shu's subordinates, Lin Shu didn't say anything. In fact, he had a bad temper and would whip those subordinates if he didn't go his way at all.
But facing himself, Qin Fan could feel the other person's fear.
It's not because Qin Fan showed any maturity beyond his peers, nor is it because he awakened his domineering domineering energy at the age of six.
What he was afraid of was his surname Qin, which seemed to be the awe engraved deep in Lin Shu's blood.
Even if he is a disabled person, even if he is a six-year-old child, just because of this surname, when he sees him, no matter how he hides it, this fear will always be there.
Therefore, as he continued to test step by step, Qin Fan used his fear to push him into the abyss of death.
Seeing that the face that looked like a hornet's nest in front of him was beginning to rot, Qin Fan silently leaned down and broke off the ten exposed finger bones one by one.
When comprehending [Dead Realm·Void] before, if the grass branches were not used as flying knives, this process would be a hundred times more difficult. Likewise, now this finger bone is Qin Fan's flying knife.
Then he followed the smell again. The rotten smell was not only stronger now, but also somewhere in the distance. However, this time after only eighteen steps, Qin Fan saw the second corpse.
It was also a robber under Lin Shu, but this person was not killed by him himself. To be more precise, he died because of him.
"So every corpse I encounter next, their death is related to me, right?"
Qin Fan's question did not receive any response, and thick gray fog filled the surrounding space. In such an environment, ordinary people would probably feel more and more frightened looking at the rotting corpse in front of them.
But after Qin Fan exhaled a breath of turbid air, the depression that had been accumulated in his heart was swept away. He silently stared ahead. The surrounding environment seemed to have no impact on him, and then the footsteps sounded again.
This time it's not one step, two steps, or three steps, but one step, two steps, or three steps.
After seeing the tenth corpse, Qin Fan has already seen a road made of corpses heading into the distance. He has not killed many people with his own hands over the years, but the number of people who have died indirectly because of him has been too many for him to remember.
Get specific numbers.
However, after carefully looking at the faces of each corpse, Qin Fan made another discovery.
"Some people whose names I only know but not their faces don't seem to be here.
Just a casual glance, as long as his appearance remains in the cracks of memory, even if no other information is known, he still exists here."
After saying this, Qin Fan leaned down and stretched out his right hand, as if picking up a ball at random, and forcefully pulled a human head off a corpse.
"Just like this man, the mole on his left cheek really makes me unforgettable."
Qin Fan said seriously, although there was still no response.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Then the purple sun devil flame in his hand rose up, and the head was instantly dyed into ashes.
"This road shouldn't be too long."
Qin Fan took another step forward, his eyes no longer focused on the corpse at his feet. He calmly looked at the dark shadow looming in front of him.
It was a mountain of corpses surrounded by corpses. At the top of the mountain of corpses was a throne of bones. This throne also had an owner.
This man was dressed in black, and his appearance was exactly the same as Qin Fan's, but he lacked the friendly smile that always hung on his face. Coupled with his deliberately restrained emotions, his temperament made him feel repulsive.
It's cold outside.
"You're here." Qin Fan in black stood up and walked down the stairs piled with corpses step by step.
And this mountain of corpses was not as huge as expected. At least it only took Qin Fan in black half a stick of incense to descend the mountain.
The smile on Qin Fan's face did not diminish, and he actually looked a little humble.
"What should I do next?"
"How to do it?" Qin Fan in black snapped his fingers, and the corpses on the corpse road suddenly stood up one by one, then spontaneously walked around the two of them, and then collapsed to the ground one by one.
"They deserve to die, don't they?"
There was a hint of madness in the eyes of Qin Fan in black. He did not stop, so the distance between him and Qin Fan became closer and closer.
Qin Fan tilted his head as if troubled, and then said in confusion:
"I don't quite understand what you mean. They are already dead, aren't they?"
At this time, the distance between Qin Fan and Qin Fan in black was only three steps. Qin Fan in black walked to Qin Fan's side, put his arm around his shoulder, and put his lips to Qin Fan's ear and said:
"It's still not enough, why do you keep suppressing yourself?"
"Depressed? Do you think the real me should continue to kill?
By the way, who are you and why do you have the same face as me!" Qin Fan's voice suddenly became a little excited.
Qin Fan, who was dressed in black, chuckled and said:
"I have the same face as you, naturally because I am you, the madness that you have been suppressing in your heart!"
"Crazy?" Qin Fan shook his head seriously, "Everyone has a crazy side, but I don't think this side of me is like you."
Qin Fan in black sighed and said:
"You still haven't recognized yourself. The real you has always wanted to make a big fuss, but because of some inexplicable bonds, some unnecessary concerns, and even those ridiculous calculations, you chose to be patient!
Now you are fully qualified to bring an unforgettable bloody feast to this world!"
Qin Fan was silent for a long time. He looked at the stark white bones around him and the rotting human heads on the fragile bones and said:
"Is this the process I need to understand the true meaning of martial arts?"
Qin Fan in black said firmly:
"This is the process in which you must understand the true meaning of martial arts!
"The Great Compassion of Heaven and Earth Conquering Yin and Yang" is a magic skill! You should have already expected it when you chose to understand the true meaning of its martial arts.
I am the devil in your heart, but I am also the real you. Release me and you will become stronger!
Or rather, Qin Fan is invincible when you and I are completely integrated!"
"So what is the true meaning of martial arts this time?" Qin Fan suddenly asked a question that seemed relevant but actually seemed meaningless.
Qin Fan, who was dressed in black, thought deeply: "To be precise, it can be called demonization."
"So, you are the devil, not me."
"Haha, have you forgotten your advice to Ah Da? There has never been a demon from beginning to end. The reason why the so-called demon is called a demon is because the first person who created it gave it this name.
You can also be called a god, an immortal, deified, immortalized, etc. This is just a different word."
"So that's it, that's how you understand it."
"It's not me, it's us. This is our own idea!"
"Oh?" Qin Fan tilted his head and looked at Qin Fan in black, who was very close at hand. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, but the next second the purple sun demonic flame suddenly burst out and engulfed Qin Fan in black!
"Why did you attack me!" Qin Fan in black dodged the blow, and in an instant he was ten steps away from Qin Fan.
Qin Fan looked at the black-clothed ‘Qin Fan’ seriously and said:
"I understand my own madness very well, so from the first sentence you said, I knew you were not me.
This scene is created because you want me to treat you as my other side."
Qin Fan suddenly took a step, but his direction was towards the mountain of corpses.
"Looking at these gray mists, they are all exaggerating depression and dullness. The corpses that followed were either killed by me or died because of me. You should be trying to deliberately induce the intolerance and guilt in my heart.
Only in this way can I be highlighted as a true good, and then good and evil can be naturally merged into one, so your initial plan was to impersonate my evil thoughts, right?"
‘Qin Fan’ in black clenched his fists subconsciously, looked at Qin Fan who was still walking towards the mountain of corpses, took a few deep breaths, and then released his hands and said:
"Then why am I doing this? If I become your evil thought, I will be disgusted by you!"
"No." Qin Fan's voice was very soft, but it rang clearly in the ears of the black-clothed 'Qin Fan', "Because you still understand me very well in some aspects, and I will not refuse the power that belongs to me.
Whether it is evil or demonic, as long as it belongs to me, I will happily accept it.
If the true meaning of martial arts I learned this time can indeed inspire my hidden power, I will definitely be very happy.
But unfortunately, this plan failed at the beginning, so you made some changes, and the goal became to make me believe that you are the devil in my heart."
'Qin Fan' in black was silent for a long time. He stared at Qin Fan's back heading towards the top of the mountain. His expression could no longer maintain absolute indifference. The haze in his eyes actually made him look a little anxious.
"People like you definitely have demons in their hearts, so why don't you want to believe it?"
At this time, Qin Fan had reached the top. He was sitting calmly on the Bone Throne, holding his chin with his right hand, looking down at the black-clothed 'Qin Fan' at the bottom of the mountain. The smile on his face was still gentle, and his tone was a little softer.
The meaning of encouragement.
"You can continue to try to convince me and make me believe in you."
'Qin Fan' in black could clearly see the joking in the other party's eyes, but he still felt a little unwilling.
"I'm not the devil in your heart, so what am I?"
Qin Fan put away his smile and looked at 'Qin Fan' in black like a clown who overestimated his abilities.
"When I attacked you just now, the move you used should be the "Void Step", so do you need me to clarify? After all, I don't know this light skill, so this farce should be over.
Already."
"A farce? Do you think this is the only thing?" 'Qin Fan' in black gave up the last chance of luck in his heart. It was obviously the same face, but at this moment he looked a little ugly because of the veins on his forehead, his flushed face, and his distorted expression.
"This is your fault, now it's time for you to pay it back!"
As the words of 'Qin Fan' in black fell, layers of flesh and blood appeared on the white bones around them. With just a few breaths, they were no different from living people.
And the corpse mountain also began to shake, and corpses slowly climbed up. This made Qin Fan's bone throne begin to tremble, as if it would collapse in the next second.
Until a voice sounded: "I didn't do nothing just now."
Qin Fan saw purple flames emerging on the road he was walking forward. As the flames grew stronger and spread, they formed a sea of burning and boiling purple flames.
Painful screams came from the mouths of the resurrected corpses, especially the mountain of corpses at Qin Fan's feet, which had long been completely covered with the coquettish purple color.
However, as silhouettes rushed out of the flames, the height of the mountain of corpses still dropped a lot, but Qin Fan, who was sitting on the bone throne, could still continue to look down at the black-clothed 'Qin Fan'.
"These dead people exist deep in my memory, but they appear here because of you.
So as the true owner of this memory, I should be able to do the same."
'Qin Fan' in black sneered, and just when he was about to say something, a poem trumpet interrupted what he was about to blurt out.
[The stream of light is like fireflies, dark whispers are flying, and the mist is solitary in the night sky! The sky is shaking, the earth is covering the sky, the sword buries ten thousand bones, and the wind never ends! 】
A figure appeared from behind Qin Fan, and the thick fog around him was blown away by a cold wind blowing from nowhere.
After a few breaths, the raging wind had condensed into roaring purple tornadoes with the Purple Sun Devil Sea at Qin Fan's feet.
And those wailing sounds disappeared, and they once again became a quiet cornerstone under the Throne of Bones.
"Like you said it can't be just this."
Another poetry call also completely shattered the confidence of 'Qin Fan' in black at this moment.
[The falling stars and frost return to the night in mourning. Thousands of prides are as brilliant as the moonlight. The moon shines in the sky. It turns into a silent song and falls into the world of mortals. Everything looks like suffering, and the lonely rain falls. 】
