Chapter four hundred and eighty-fourth: Collecting bones and accumulating spirits
Zhu Tong is dead.
Putting her to death was not Xie Zhe's original intention. Originally, they just wanted to defeat her and make her incapacitated, at least not having the strength to stop her in front of a few people. But she was too desperate and spared no effort to drive them away.
If you want to fight back, there is nothing appropriate or inappropriate - it is difficult to save your own life, let alone the enemy's.
When she died, she could hardly look like a human being because she had liberated the remaining demonic power, but that was not all. Master Lin Tian firmly said that she should not be so fragile. Her age and magic were second only to
She Ji of Death Shadow Pavilion. Where did her power go? This is an unknown mystery for the time being, and it is best not to take it lightly.
Wenying looked at her dilapidated body. It looked like a giant spider, but not quite. Surrounding her were fragments of the doll, and the color seemed to come from a part of her. These fragments were everywhere.
There are also those broken ribbons scattered on the ground that were once full of demonic power. They are slowly disappearing, as if they are rapidly decaying.
If she hadn't nearly killed herself, Han Chang wouldn't have struck such a fatal blow.
Her eyes moved to Han Zhang's hand again. He was still holding the sword tightly. The long sword. The sword body was red due to the high temperature.
It has been tempered for thousands of times, but it is cooling down. He can draw the sword out, which is good news. But for some reason, few of them feel happy about the death of their enemy.
In other words, she wouldn't have become an enemy...
"Although Satsuki-kun's subordinates are all ruthless monsters, they have not harmed many people under her control. Having said that, those plots and tricks are another matter... and we don't know yet.
What is their purpose?"
After Chenxing finished speaking, Han Chang shook his head and said, "And even if she died, she didn't reveal any of the inside story."
"So I have to see it with my own eyes." Xie Zhe said softly.
Lintian Master almost didn't take any action. He just helped deal with some surrounding interference. He originally thought that with the strength of a few people, he might be able to win by a narrow margin, let alone Chenxing. But he didn't expect that Zhu Tong's defeat was worse than he expected.
Faster. He said this:
"Indeed, there are still too many things we don't know. But these monsters have been following Satsuki Lord hundreds of years ago and working conscientiously for the Shadow Pavilion. To be able to do this step - to sacrifice their lives, is also
They must have their own reasons. The emotional bond between them is stronger than ours
The idea is more complicated. Even She Ji with a temperament like Gao Yuejun can coexist peacefully with Gao Yuejun. She has always been good at this... As Mr. Xie said, we have to explore the rest by ourselves.
We'd better hurry up, there's no benefit in staying in such a barrier for too long."
They walked away from Zhu Tong's body and headed deeper into the forest. No one looked back.
The sky is still bright, but there is no sun or moon. It just lights up monotonously, which is not dazzling. It stands to reason that the outside world has long been plunged into darkness, maybe there are stars to accompany it. But there is nothing here.
The sky is so bright,
With a light, false blue, there is no trace of wandering clouds. It is impossible to determine the time here. The eternal day may be because the shadows belonging to the night are also swallowed up by the barrier. Since there is no shadow and no sun, then there is no such thing as a sundial.
The device cannot be used
I don’t know how long this state has lasted, and I don’t know how the animals and plants here have survived to this day. However, even in such a green glass, there is a dark and shaded place. The Death Shadow Pavilion is established in the cave.
medium, but compared to the specific cave tree
Cave is closer to the concept of the nest itself. Even those obvious entrances are just a kind of road and do not really lead visitors to the mountain itself. Therefore, the "door" entering the Death Shadow Pavilion is separated from the form of a cave entrance.
Could be anything.
She Zishu finally came to such a place.
This is a dark cave, with a kind of moist moisture inside. Waves of cold wind shuttle inside irregularly, and it is impossible to judge where it comes from and where it is going. She walked through it with her sword in hand. Following the instructions of Resentment, she knew
I'm about to find it myself. Would the remains of an old friend be hidden in such a strange place? This seems to be a good place to hide something.
However, this kind of place cannot be regarded as complete darkness. Even if there is no light source, she can still see the road under her feet. Occasionally, there are corpses with dried moss. They may have been moist and even emitted light. Maybe the monsters are in the darkness.
Her eyesight is probably very good. But apart from that, there are some things here that she doesn’t know the ingredients of. The sticky threads are blocking her face, and there are no patterns???
????????????, intricate, sometimes dense and sometimes sparse. The silk threads are not as thin as piano strings. They are as thin as a finger wide, one strand after another. The color is light white, but it will
It emits a faint light. This kind of light may not be detectable by human eyes, because it is generated by spiritual power. The light is a faint cyan blue, which will bring a subtle sense of emptiness when cast in the eyes.
.
She curiously reached out and touched a slime thread. It was not very tough, but it could not be easily broken. It took her a little effort to cut off a thread that was lying across the front of her eyes. She held it up with one hand and felt its solid weight. But
Soon, it "dissolved" in the hand. It diluted itself and then turned into a puddle of water in Zishu's palm.
It cracked and dripped to the ground again. The light of spiritual power became weaker, and the liquid that fell on the ground disappeared. However, there was no water stain left on her hands, and the sticky texture before seemed not to be on her hands.
After stopping, her palms were still dry. She walked to the next place, bent down slightly, stopped taking action, and observed carefully.
These threads are like... passages? It's hard for Zishu to describe what she saw, especially to humans. To her, spiritual power is like countless tiny particles, traveling freely through the passages of mucus. They
They are flowing, and it is the flow that makes them show brilliant light. If they remain motionless and fall into dead silence, the color of the aura will no longer exist. This flowing form is very similar to the blood in the human body, and the threads of mucus are like
Like blood vessels.
But it still doesn't seem appropriate enough.
This time, she stretched out her hands and pulled off a piece. Before they melted again, Zishu suddenly exerted force and ignited them. Suddenly, a burst of blue-green smoke rose into the sky, similar to burning hair.
The smell is very pungent - and the smell is not that simple, it also contains
It was mixed with other weird and disgusting smells. At the same time, she also heard a special kind of sizzling sound. She was sure that it was not a simple burning sound, but bursts of wailing. They were very small and very loud.
Delicately and compactly intertwined, full of helpless despair.
They are...
They are bugs.
Bugs that are very small, so small that they are invisible to the naked eye. These bugs make up a swarm.
And they are conscious... despite receiving some kind of order, possibly under the control of the Queen of Insects. Otherwise, how can they perform anything in an orderly manner? However, with just these intertwined threads, where will their spiritual power be?
What about spreading among people? So Zishu looked cautiously at both ends of the wall where the silk thread was connected.
She tried to gently press her hand on the stone wall. It was indeed hard, smooth, and dry, and there seemed to be nothing unusual about it.
wrong.
She felt a regular rise and fall in the palm of her hand.
Although it is very weak, it must be there, she is sure. Because resentment also conveys messages to her in a similar way. Rather, many spiritual dead things can emit a wonderful message. It may be electric current, it may be
The rhythm may be some kind of sound, but there must be something that can be detected. She knows that there is a different kind of vitality in this entire rock structure cave. Its interior is connected by the threads of the insect swarm, and there is a special spiritual power in it.
transfer.
It was like... similar to the situation at a certain mountain god she had visited. But not exactly the same.
"You're here."
She turned around suddenly and saw the face of a strange man. When did he appear here? Maybe she was too obsessed with thinking about these things for a while.
It was her negligence that allowed others to get close to her. But she was not afraid. After a brief assessment, she judged that this man was not necessarily her opponent.
"Who are you?"
"Wu Yin."
"Oh." Zishu looked at him, "Are you someone who lives here?"
"So." Wu Yin paused for a moment and then added, "So are you."
"Me too?"
"Well, once."
She Zishu didn't understand.
"You're back." Wu Yin continued to explain, "You used to live here, but you forgot."
"What is this place?" she asked, "Do you know my past?"
"This is the Death Shadow Pavilion. You were born here and work here. Your main task is to put makeup on the dolls fired here. At that moment, they became spiritual. However, we no longer make them.
This kind of thing. Because important makeup artists left, this technology was also sold out in exchange for other benefits. We will make decisions to maximize profits."
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She Zishu was completely confused. This man named Wu Yin didn't look familiar to her at all, but from what he said, it seemed that the two of them had experience working together here. But she didn't know anything about those tasks.
The impression was as if Wu Yin was describing what happened to others, and she was just a listener. She had given up searching for the past long ago, and now the truth whose authenticity was yet to be determined was suddenly placed in front of her, making her feel helpless for a moment.
measures.
with severe distortion.
She said honestly: "I don't know what you're talking about—and I don't know what you mean by that."
"Well, it's normal not to understand. You have indeed forgotten everything, as if... you have gone through the cycle of reincarnation. I have no purpose, I am just telling you what I know, because
This is the task I have been assigned. I know, we all know that this day is coming. Although you seem to be over 20 years old, in fact, only a few years have passed since the day you were born, which is only a handful."
"If what you say is true, you have to tell me, who am I?"
"You... are not a human being." Wu Yin hesitated, "but you are not a monster either."
