"You are not Qingnv. Qingnv has been dead long ago. Who are you?"
Lord Shuangyue put away her umbrella tiredly. After several rounds of one-sided failed attacks, she no longer planned to waste her energy in the illusion. She wiped the sweat from her face with her cuffs and stared straight at the person in front of her who could never be hit.
The figure in the middle asked questions.
"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that I am here."
Her voice was so familiar. Even though so much time had passed, when this voice reappeared in Shuangyue-Jun's ears, it still evoked her memory of a deep night a hundred years ago. She wanted to figure it out
What is clear is that the bastard pretending to be a Hongxuanqing girl in front of him is another illusion created by Maharaja, or is it...
Hongxuan Long Night?
He shouldn't appear here... It's impossible. This was Lord Shuangyue's first reaction when he came up with this idea. But in fact, she couldn't be sure, and she knew very well that the moment she thought of it, Mahuluojia could
Capturing this thought and using it, she could not imagine what kind of quagmire she would fall into.
"Okay, I don't care who you are. But, let me out."
"But there is nothing binding your hands and feet." The young girl turned her head and said, "You can leave at any time."
Lord Shuangyue felt vaguely angry. Although she knew that memories would be beautified, in her beautified distant memories, this face was indeed so gentle - although many times, someone was taking advantage of her.
Deliberately provocative. But Shuangyue Jun can tell the difference clearly, because her body
So many people around her have told her how kind and powerful the original owner of this face was. Although she has never seen it, she has been able to construct a close outline based on this illusory impression.
And equated it with the face that brought her bad memories.
Just don't create any worse memories right now.
"Stop joking." Mr. Shuangyue's tone was always so stern, "Let me go now. I don't want to fight you. You are no different from a ghost. I have tried so many times and I can't touch a hair on your face, so I
Your efforts will not be in vain. But I also hope that you will be wiser and stop using this face to say things that are not worthy of it or do more things that are not worthy of it."
The image of Qingnv lightly shrugged her shoulders and said helplessly: "Okay, okay, I won't joke with you anymore. It's never difficult to leave the illusion - because the key to leaving is in your hand."
"...?"
Lord Shuangyue showed a puzzled expression. But this was not because she did not understand this sentence, but because she was doubting it. Like the previous phantom of the Hundred Skeleton Master, she knew very well that this statement meant something.
"Then I'm afraid I have to come to my conclusion." Lord Shuangyue said with side eyes, "You are the phantom of Mahuluojia. You use various methods to defraud me of the Red Pearl."
"What an interesting conclusion."
"Qingnu" said this, as if all the previous hallucinations had nothing to do with her. Lord Shuangyue looked at her beautiful face, her long frost-white hair, her crimson dress... all of this made her feel warm.
She was repelled again. She began to understand that Mahuluojia's illusion could not be avoided.
.Because it does not affect what people see and hear through the five senses, but directly touches the people's spirit, extracting and projecting real or once real images in the mind. These sounds, pictures and feelings
It has nothing to do with personal will, but is directly determined by thinking.
...Then why is it using this trick now?
Naturally, the sooner you use this terrifying skill, the better. It can control the situation when no one can figure out what is going on, and hold everything and people's thoughts firmly in the palm of your hand. But it did not, and even gave God
Wujun explained it to everyone so that they all knew its tricks in advance and were immune to lies to a certain extent.
So, so…
"I've seen through your trick."
"Huh?" Qingnv tilted her head.
It stands to reason that when she realized this moment, Maharaja should have noticed it. But it didn't. Either it didn't have the most direct mind-reading ability, or it felt overwhelmed and responded by pretending to be stupid.
.For whatever reason, this is not good for it.
"You have not yet obtained the right to use the Chizhen Pearl."
Qingnu didn't say anything, she just looked at her.
"The moment before I entered the illusion - I was indeed swallowed by Maharaja, but I did not die directly like this. Perhaps it is because the moment Lord Uoyue handed it over to me, its ownership
It has been delivered into my hands. Even if you eat me, kill me, and take the Red Pearl as your own again, you will not be able to gain its power."
"..."
"I can't tell the power of the magic weapon. Maybe each magic weapon has a different temperament. After all, strictly speaking, they were all 'robbed' by Kanna-kun thousands of years ago. But it's obvious that, at least now,
The Chizhen Pearl is in my hand, and I have no intention of giving it to you, so you can't get it... At least for you, 'permission' is a very important thing, it represents
It is indeed not a polite thing to break into our spiritual world and control our thoughts according to the will of human beings. If your direct goal is to cause pain and creating despair is your instinct to eat, then to a certain extent, this
It's... it's reasonable. But other than that, as long as there are a few twists and turns, you need to get 'permission', which is the law that binds you."
Seeing that Qingnu didn't speak, she continued: "It's not difficult to explain. You don't belong to the human world, and humans will be subject to various restrictions if they want to live in other places in the six realms. You might come to the human realm.
There are also any shackles of rules."
Qingnv stood quietly in front of her, her hands clasped together in front of her body. She still squinted her eyes, and her expression was that iconic smile, as if there was never a moment of anger. She just listened to Shuangyue Lord's question.
, then opened his eyes and said to her:
"Did you want to know what I was before?"
"You want to answer me?"
"I am your fear."
At the moment when these six short words ended, Shuangyue Jun did feel a real... fear. Because what she heard was clearly not the familiar female voice, but another familiar male voice. But - this
There are some subtle differences. It is a kind of overlapping sound, like there are two people,
There were even more people talking at the same time, but she could only hear and understand two of them. One was indeed the voice of Lord Kouchue, and the other was a hoarse voice that she had never heard before. It was so confusing.
Horaka would not fabricate sounds that did not exist in her memory out of thin air, so could that be...
The voice of Maharaja himself?
The voice was hoarse, hazy, and cold. It seemed like an outsider who was so old that time had forgotten it, like a drowning person who had just been fished out of the shore, or like a dying person whose neck was violently strangled by a wild beast.
Before I could fully understand the origin and meaning of that sentence, a terrifying face rushed towards me. Is that the face of Qingnv, the face of Lord Kagyue, or... the face of Maharaja? Maybe it's the face of Qingnv.
Like that voice, it is both and neither. The ulcerated face on the left side
It was decorated with three scarlet eyeballs that could fall out at any time. The black vertical pupils belonging to snakes seemed to be trembling inside, like a worm trying to break out of the cocoon. A terrifying face passed directly over her face, and she smelled
There was a bloody moment, and then she came to another place that did not belong to the southern country.
Nor does it belong to this moment.
She saw her father's coffin being covered with a lid and sunk into a deep pit. It was not a good piece of wood and was so thin that it could break into pieces with a single knock. Her father's life was like a breeze, but in the end he left nothing for his family. Her mother held Siyan in one hand and held her in the other.
Pulling herself, she pulled them both into her arms at the same time. The sound of the suona and the sound of paper money clattering in the wind drowned out her mother's sobs.
Was her mother crying at that time? When she raised her face, she was clearly expressionless. Mr. Shuangyue also remembered clearly that her face was clean and there were no water stains. But now that I think about it, her shoulders
There is indeed a dampness.
Was my mother so tall at that time? Or was she too young at that time? And at that time, was there already white hair on her hair?
At that time, she could not feel much sadness, and her age limited her understanding of all this. It was not until time passed slowly and there was no trace of a person in her life that she was slowly overwhelmed by the sadness. For her brother
For her mother, this scene was indeed a shocking moment, but life would go on after that. For her, this memory was so long that every year she became more aware of the fact that she was being taken away by her at that time.
The pain of neglect.
At that time, she only had fear - the abnormal behavior of the adults around her, the harsh voices she had never heard before, and the fear that her eyes would be filled with only monotonous white.
Shuangyue Jun thought that the sadness in the future had completely covered up or even replaced the inexplicable helplessness at that time. But at this moment, this forgotten emotion was completely awakened, and she once again truly felt the fear of her young self on that day.
And then... more deaths.
The senior sister was lying in a pool of blood, with a sharp knife stabbing through her chest. Her familiar green clothes were like the leaves of a flower, even if they were stained with mud, no one would care. Compared to the fiery red, she was so humble.
A woman with half her face burned, her body pierced by a mana light arrow, and holes dotted with sparks spreading in her chest. She really wanted to die, so she risked her life and stood in front of him without hesitation.
There was also a little maid who died with the same mood. She died in the hands of the corpse of her beloved young master, but at the same time it was for them, for all of them.
There was a cute and beautiful little girl like her, the monster of kapok, burning in the flames of the swamp. Did she also die for all of them? She didn't even struggle.
As for Siyan's death, she had never seen it with her own eyes, and she had not even participated in the burial. But she had indeed dreamed of such a terrible scene... a simple house, blood all over the floor. Even if it was a dream,
Nor was it spared.
The deaths of many and countless people flashed before her one by one. Most of all, after she became the Six Paths Impermanence, she tried her best to save the dead lives but failed. There were people and monsters;
Some of them she had forgotten, and some she still remembered clearly. These old accounts were reviewed one by one and kept flashing before her, and she herself continued to participate in these desperate moments.
Yes, she was scared.
Not for death itself - but for her own incompetence. How many lives that could have been redeemed will be ruined by this incompetence in the future? She didn't know, there wasn't enough time for her to figure it out.
The last picture is of a weird, two-headed snake.
And in her hand appeared a wakizashi that she had lost not long ago.
The snake looked at her and she looked at the snake.
