Ye Yinquan didn't understand it. She knew very little about demons and monsters, but she vaguely felt that she had heard this statement somewhere. Could it be from her past life? Shui Wujun understood it, and she pondered for a while.
"Hmm...I heard that it was a kind of bird demon with a melodious and beautiful singing voice? But nowadays, Kalingbinga has long since disappeared. How could it be reincarnated at this time?"
"Well, it doesn't mean that some creatures will be reincarnated immediately after death. Some souls have deep obsessions and wander in the place where yin and yang intersect. Like hers, she lingered for hundreds of years in her previous life. She is not a demon with pure blood.
A bird, but...a half-demon."
"Half-demon? This is really rare."
"Indeed. She is the one who assisted Kanna-kun when he was dealing with the gods of the southern kingdom. This half-demon is different from her pure-blooded kin. Her people can sing graceful songs at any time.
Come on, singing has huge power hidden in it. All you need to do is turn over your own spiritual power and repair it. The stronger the demonic power, the more powerful the song will be.
The more powerful it is. If this half-demon sings a song, her spiritual power cannot be modified like an ordinary Kalingbinga. She can only sing one song in her life, and she will die after the song. Her first and last time
Sing, there is no audience, there is only a dead person. This is a song of mourning. For the dead person, and for yourself."
Ye Yinquan listened to the more detailed things in confusion, but they all entered her mind, as if they had been buried deep in her memory, and were uprooted after a brief mention. In her previous life, she was the red demon bird in her dream.
, although I got the answer today, I am not happy. No matter how high or far the bird flies in the sky, I am always confused.
Standing in her shadow, there was no way to escape. The red color was so dazzling and unsettling, gripping her heart and soul like a nightmare. Yin Huan felt that the air around her had become thinner, and the invisible boundary formed an infinite
In the cage of sex, the whole person felt extremely depressed, which was even more uncomfortable than just being locked up in a room.
Past life, past life... The past life is the past, and there is no room for change. It will be a ghost that follows you all your life. But what does this have to do with yourself? The majestic and steep mountains in your memory are gorgeous.
The majestic hall, the respectful monster birds, the whining humans, and a man who is aloof and unpredictable... While Master Lin Tian was talking with Shui Wujun, strange scenery flashed through his mind one by one.
But Yin Huan knows better than anyone else that these things do not belong to him.
At least not to my current self.
She suddenly stood up and turned over the stool. The abnormal behavior caused the two of them to immediately shut up and look at her, wondering what the temporarily ignored person had to say.
Yin Quan trembled and opened his mouth. For the first time, he opened his mouth.
--but there was no sound.
She was even more panicked than before. She stretched out her hand to make random gestures in the air, and then touched her lips. She opened and closed her mouth without making any sound. Lintian Master and Shui Wujun stood up at the same time, vaguely aware of something. They groaned.
Huan was so anxious that she almost shed tears. She grabbed her face frantically, scratching her fingernails all the way to her throat, and several pink marks slowly emerged.
Shui Wujun grabbed her arm: "Don't hurt yourself! Are you speechless? Don't be anxious, take your time..."
"Maybe it's because you haven't spoken for too long." Master Lintian frowned, "Miss Ye is kind-hearted, but she's afraid of hurting others. Don't worry, people who haven't spoken for too long will have this kind of situation, and it will always be fine.
Why bother?"
How could Yin Huan listen to what they said. What worried her was not just that she couldn't speak, but that the feeling of depression deepened her pain. It's like a ghost pressing down on the bed. Your eyes are open and your consciousness is awake. But...
The body can't move and doesn't obey orders. Even if you know that maybe it will be better after a while, the helplessness at that moment is enough to make you anxious.
She covered her face and shed tears silently, leaving others at a loss.
At night, Shui Wujun stayed with her in the house. Master Lintian was not here, so he said that he would look for an herb on the mountain that is good for opening the throat. It might be useful after decoction. Although it is not a panacea that will be effective immediately,
It made her feel better. Yin Huan must have wanted to say something at that time, otherwise he would have been silent for many years and would not have spoken for no reason. Next
When they brought Yin Quan paper and pen at noon, she shook her head with red eyes and didn't want to write anymore. It seemed that being unable to speak again was much more important than what she originally wanted to say. For Yin Quan,
For the safety of those around her, she can remain silent her whole life. But she must retain the ability to speak. This is her most basic right as a human being.
Now, it has disappeared. If God felt that she should not speak, why not let her be born mute, and now take away the things given to her, what kind of thing is this?
Shui Wujun and her sat face to face at the table, with a small candle in the middle. The light trembled slightly, making their shadows sway. In front of Ling Huan were polished ink and paper and pen, but she hadn't touched them yet.
Guo. Shuiwujundao:
"It's getting late, and I don't know if the Heavenly Master can come back tonight. Why don't you go and rest for a while, and I'll wait."
Yin Huan did not shake her head, but sighed silently, blowing out the sensitive candle flame. She was dazed for a while, then suddenly picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote a few small characters on the paper. Shui Wujun took it to read.
, I feel that this calligraphy is very elegant, and it is the result of many years of practice, although it is only a mere two characters on paper.
Not sleepy.
"Okay, if you want to rest, just go to bed."
The weak candlelight fell on Yin Huan's eyes, but could not illuminate what was inside. She raised her pen again and wrote two other words instead of "good".
Thanks.
Shui Wujun only said that there was nothing to thank, it was all work and it was deserved, so there was no need to feel apologetic.
So Yin Huan asked again on the paper:
Will you be punished if the work is not completed?
"That's not the case. It shouldn't be, right? I've been acting as an impermanent person for all these years, and I can basically do what the Lord asked me to do. Generally speaking, there won't be any mistakes, and even if there are, they won't cause any bad things.
The consequences. What I did during my lifetime, if I miss even the slightest bit... it will be a thousand miles away.
The point of no return. The adult also asked me to relax and not deliberately put so much pressure on me. The tasks we received were all assigned by the adult based on our temperament and expertise based on the situation.
.Because he is very accurate in seeing people, not many terrible accidents have happened to this day.”
Yin Quan was thoughtful. She raised her pen and asked:
What did you do when you were alive? Why did you become the current impermanent person? I was a little curious about these things along the way, but I didn't dare to ask. If it's inconvenient for you, it's okay not to say anything.
This time she wrote more. Shui Wujun read it for a while and was silent for a long time. He didn't know if he was offended. Yin Huan was wondering if he had too many things on his mind when Shui Wujun suddenly put down the paper with a calm expression.
"There's nothing to say. I... met Master Lintian when I was still a human being. At that time, I had a normal relationship with his friends, but we had one thing in common - he was probably an enemy. Then
At that time, Master Lintian was just an ordinary Taoist priest, and his disciple Aluan was still young. There was also a girl, who was
Today's Shigetsuki-kun was still a human at that time. My partner died in the battle that night, and she talked a lot to me. I don't remember what she said, I just think...it's special. She didn't treat me as a human being.
As an enemy, she has no friends. Although we are not friends, because I have no friends, I
He always felt something unusual and something he had never seen before. They also had a friend with a beautiful female corpse who obeyed his command... He wanted to bring the corpse back to life, and he even did it. But at that time, the corpse
The soul inside is no longer the same as before. In order to appease this unreasonable thing, the
An adult also recruited her to become the Impermanent Ghost. As for the owner of the corpse, you may or may not have heard of it. His name is Shi Wuqi, known as the Master of Hundred Bones. He is still in the monster business. His shop was called Weeping Corpse.
The house has now been relocated and renamed the Eclipse Palace. It’s a legend when you think about it... We have all survived until now."
It is indeed a legend. Ye Yinquan felt like he was listening to a book. He only felt that her plain tone told the story so wonderfully. However, Shui Wujun was stunned for a moment and quickly realized:
"Sorry, I don't seem to have answered your question... I was a killer during my lifetime, do you believe it?"
Yin Huan's eyes widened, but she wasn't too surprised. Not to mention the light outfit, she still remembered the moment Shui Wujun used a short knife to cut open the iron lock. She didn't know what she was doing with this skill.
How strange it would be. Although Shui Wujun is cold, he has an indescribable gentleness in his words and deeds. It is difficult for her to directly associate the word killer with her.
"The outfit I wear now is pretty much the same as when I was alive. It doesn't look too complicated, but it is full of hidden weapons. My partner once joked with me before he was alive, saying that we were all hedgehogs wrapped in a piece of cloth.
Whoever speaks will be unlucky. Are you questioning my identity with that look in your eyes? No
Fresh. Hundreds of years have passed, and time can change a lot. Some people tend to go crazy in their long lifespan, while some people search for the truth in infinite time. How to use it is up to you. Time is something that everyone has but is rare.
Not to mention it was hard-won, and I didn’t even have to find where it came from.”
Shui Wujun started talking more. She actually didn't keep talking along the way, but she didn't speak, so it seemed that only Shui Wujun was talking. Now Yin Huan felt much better, she held her face and spoke quietly
Listen to Shui Wujun and continue.
"I have killed many people." She said calmly, "Are you afraid?"
Yin Huan shook his head.
"Whether you believe it or not, whether you are afraid or not, I have indeed done this. Almost all of those people have nothing to do with me and are part of the mission. If I don't kill them, I won't be able to live. There are many bad people and many good people under our hands.
, we have to treat everyone equally. The lives of others are not just money, but also our own lives. And these two knives..."
Mizumu-kun took off the swords from the rings on both sides of his waist. The colors and styles of the two scabbards are different, but it can be seen that the workmanship is similar. One of them is more refined, and may have been finished later. They are both very similar.
It was old, but well maintained. The exquisite Yin Huan had seen it before, and it was the barrier sword with a jagged cross section. Shui Wujun took it out first in front of her, confirming her memory.
Mizuwu-kun took out the other one.
That's still a broken knife.
Yin Huan was stunned and didn't understand what was going on. Why were both of her weapons incomplete? Yin Huan leaned forward, watching the other person holding the knife in his hand, staring at its expression and upper body.
They were the same. But Yin Quan could see clearly that the broken part of this one was smooth and neat, and it was a horizontal knife.
There were two scabbards placed in front of Shui Wujun, and two parallel broken knives placed on the left and right. She pointed at the barrier sword and said:
"This is my brother's pistol. We usually fight together. After he died, I used it alone. Later, I fought with the man who killed him, blocked a fatal blow, and broke it. And this pistol...
"She paused, "It was the enemy's sword, the one in Lord Shuangyue's hand - this sword was broken by the Demon-Sealing Blade. After that, I walked far away, until no one knew me.
In this place, I lived to middle age with hands stained with blood. I died... There is no ghost chasing me, no old friend calling me, and I don’t need any special reason. I think I don’t want to escape, I want to atone for my sins.
When I met that gentleman, I was told that I had to go through all my sins and pay for it through impermanence, so I agreed. Or rather, I got what I wanted."
Across the light, Yin Quan stared blankly at her calm, unruffled face.
In her eyes, there is only plainness, only the human world accumulated over hundreds of years.
The remaining blood is cleansed from the dust, and both hands are empty; one hand is full of love, and the other hand is full of hatred. One knife loves to separate, and the other knife is long-lasting resentment.
All kinds of common things that cannot be escaped from the world of mortals are all indifferent, nothing wrong, nothing to talk about, and nothing to criticize. The joy of life, the sorrow of old age, the pain of illness, the sorrow of death, the depth of love, the intensity of hatred, and the desire for it cannot be obtained.
Where the roots take root here, the four elements of form and yin are out of tune, receiving yin accepts and distinguishes, imagining yin and pursuing each other, performing yin creates various karma, and recognizing yin creates confusion and karma. This is the blazing exuberance of the five yin.
