The bloody sky shattered, and the world suddenly fell silent.
The sunset quietly changed color, leaving only a blue vertical boy, like a god, standing high above, looking down on all living beings indifferently.
The ground was already empty and pitch black.
Grassland, rivers, willows, bloody lotuses, including the Wuyu in his youth, everything turned into fragments all over the sky, scattered like dandelions, completely annihilated.
There is only a deep darkness left in the place——
And the souls of three tragic seasons.
In fact, Wuyu could have cut off the connection with the fake body as soon as he fell into this unknown situation, thus avoiding the strong psychological impact, but he did not choose to do so.
This was a long-standing memory that he had sealed off from himself, and was actively stored in the deepest part of his consciousness. However, when memories and emotions surged out like a tide, he couldn't help but remember them instead of continuing to avoid them.
It was actually a matter of time, but I didn't expect that someone would dig it out in such a "forced" way -
[The cry of death].
Wuyu had heard of this ability. Judging from the way it was presented and its effect, it looked very similar to the disgusting move of "Sorrow", a member of the Duzi Group under Bai Mo.
It is said that this guy's fighting skills are average, but he is very good at using dirty tricks and interrogating. He is a natural old Yinbi, and his ability can be deeply rooted in people's hearts.
The most terrifying effect of [Cry of Death] is this, that is, it can unreasonably dig out the memories deep in people's hearts that they least want to think of, no matter how deep they are hidden.
At the same time, it can also amplify the sad emotions in the memory to weaken the opponent's will.
If Sad is willing, he can even turn this memory into a projected image so that more people can watch it together.
"Are you sad... It was indeed Bai Mo's fault..."
Although his brain was constantly being hit by intense sadness, Wuyu's thinking was still clear. He sneered in his heart and glanced around indifferently.
"Maybe that guy is hiding in the dark watching my memories..."
Thinking like this, the smiling face of a girl in green clothes suddenly flashed in his mind, standing on the bank of the river, with three thousand blue hairs moving in the wind. When he was about to open his mouth, it suddenly turned into bubbles and scattered in all directions.
Qinglian...
Even though it has been forgotten for so long, so long has passed, but when I think of it again, the picture of the past is still so clear, as if it was still yesterday.
——Even now, he still didn't notice the huge blue eyeball above his head.
Only Bai Mo, who had noticed the abnormality for a long time, noticed this. He suppressed his sadness and tried his best to look up at the sky and look at the cold vertical boy.
The eyeballs were motionless, as if frozen.
And if Bai Mo knew what Wuyu was thinking at this time, he would probably think this guy was stupid.
What just happened is indeed similar to the sad [Death Cry]. Reviving the sad memory, using the sad emotions as a spear to stab the enemy fiercely, this is indeed very effective as [Death Cry].
similar.
But similarity does not mean that this is the capacity for compassion.
A lazy face flashed in Bai Mo's mind.
That guy usually likes to stay in the back, always thinking about fishing no matter what, and his mantra is "This is it for the rest of my life." But on the first day when the war started unexpectedly, he rushed to the front, using
[Cry of Death] briefly restrained several gods.
On the first day of the war, that guy died.
He had no chance of leaving any fallback here.
Bai Mo suddenly thought of the spiritual tablets in Buyu Village, and felt a little sad again——
Everyone is waiting for him.
He withdrew his thoughts and thought about other things.
Since this is not [Death Wail], then what is it?
Also... does the huge eyeball on the top of the head that looks like a dragon's eye belong to the dragon locked underground?
If so, did that guy hide any important information from himself?
Under the repeated impact of sadness, Bai Mo's thoughts were confused,
I can't help but lament the desireless past.
In my impression, Wuyu doesn't seem to be a swordsman when he doesn't carry a sword or a wine gourd. He is always dressed in red and is a frightened puppet master.
...I think this is not to forget, but to close my own memory, so that I can completely become a desireless person.
Perhaps only in this way can he do things that he usually doesn't want to do.
While thinking, Bai Mo suddenly remembered a conversation he had with Wu Yu in front of the death pit -
"So many people died, but we are lucky to be able to crawl out alive."
At that time, his heart was filled with the joy of surviving the disaster.
"Are many people dead?" Wuyu asked calmly, his red eyes cold.
"Not much?" he asked doubtfully.
"It's far from it. This level of death is far from enough to cultivate a new flower."
"Um?"
Bai Mo turned his head, he still remembered the Wuyu expression at that time.
"Perhaps one day, I will slaughter an entire city and use enough deaths to welcome new life..." Wuyu said calmly, "We have an encounter. I just hope that when that time comes, you won't be among that group of people."
"..."
At that time, Bai Mo naturally could not agree with Wuyu's idea and thought that he had lost his humanity. However, he did not expect that the world is unpredictable and he would later become such a person.
Even in a sense, they are the same kind.
However, at that time, there was news of the destruction of towns almost every day. Bai Mo didn't know whether Wuyu did this after that.
He only remembered that when the two met again later, Wuyu was defeated and imprisoned in a coffin. At that time, his first and last request was to put the dandelion in his arms outside the coffin——
The reason is that it's more freeing.
"Ahem."
Bai Mo's thoughts were interrupted by a strong feeling of sadness and physical pain. He was in a rather bad state at the moment. This kind of sadness was probably a special attack that would have a negative impact on the body and mind at the same time.
Although his heart is strong enough, his body is really broken now. If he continues like this, he is worried that he may die from excessive grief.
As for the woman with the false certification...her situation could only be worse.
And the fact is just as Bai Mo guessed.
At this moment, Yang Yiyi didn't even have the strength to secretly curse the eighteenth generation of Bai Mo's ancestors. Tears kept flowing, her brain was almost completely filled with sadness, and her whole person exuded a gloomy temperament.
She didn't know why she was so sad. The scene just now was clearly similar to watching romance novels and TV series. She actually felt heartbroken watching it, as if she was the protagonist herself.
When she thought that she might be completely swallowed up by this kind of sadness, her sadness couldn't help but become a little more intense, and she even thought of the miserable life in the first half of her life.
She became more and more sad. Even if she recalled happy memories, these memories would become pathetic under the influence of sadness——
When I was a child, I was very happy when I ate meat for the first time, but later I realized that it might be human flesh, which made me sad;
When I was thirteen years old, I went to see the sunrise with my brother and I was very happy, but my brother happened to die during the sunrise. uu Kanshu www.uukanshu.com was sad;
When I was fifteen years old, I escaped, but instead of being free, the world became more cruel and sad;
I was very happy to make a lot of money on my own half a year ago, but it was all through fraud. From now on, I can no longer touch the truth, which is sad...
Sad, sad, still sad.
Whether they are sad, happy, unforgettable, or even about to be forgotten, all memories turn into a surging torrent, constantly washing away Yang Yiyi's reason.
Her intuition told her that she might become a piece of art that lost her mind and could only shed tears forever.
"I'm sorry for being a human being."
After greeting all the eighteen generations of Bai Mo's ancestors in her heart, she was completely desperate. She remembered the sentence she had read somewhere and murmured in grief.
However, at this moment, a cold voice sounded in her ears.
I don't know if it's an illusion, but there seems to be a little smile in this voice.
"I'm sorry now, isn't it too late?"
--It's that bastard's voice.
Perhaps it was because the smile in that hateful voice was too soft, Yang Yiyi felt her sadness dissipate like a tide, and her eyes regained clarity.
Turning her head, the boundless darkness was gone, surrounded by walls of flesh. She was still in the dragon's stomach, and beside her was Bai Mo with a cold expression. He was no different from before, except that his palm was pierced by black dogtail grass.
Blood flowed all over the floor, but there was no trace of pain on his face, only a reassuring calm.
Yang Yiyi breathed a sigh of relief, but saw the other party suddenly glanced at her.
"I heard you, did you just scold me?"
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