Evil bones are divided into two types: innate and acquired. The conditions for innate evil bones must be that one of the parents has evil bones.
Obviously, neither Ye Jingfeng nor Yan Bingtong had evil bones in their bodies, which meant that Jiu Ci's evil bones were acquired.
I heard that only those who have been to the darkest and dampest places will develop evil bones.
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In the afternoon, Uncle Mo brought Qing Ge to Jiu Ci's room, "Ci'er has lived here since he was a child. Look, those on the wall are all his paintings."
Qing Ge was slightly stunned. She didn't know that Jiu Ci could paint.
However, when Qingge looked up, her chest felt suffocated. Most of the paintings on the wall were depressing and dark.
One of the paintings is of a cliff. There are countless ghosts and ghosts in the abyss below the cliff. On the upper side, two men with ferocious faces are facing a swaddled baby downwards.
The baby didn't cry loudly, there was only a smile on his face, and there was plenty of hatred mixed in that smile. "That was painted when Ci'er was five years old." Uncle Mo saw Qingge staring at that painting all the time.
Looking at it, he explained: "When he was five years old, Ci'er had already shown his talent. He was a very good person, but he couldn't cross the hurdle of family members. He drew the ground as a prison and fought against trapped animals.
No one can save him, he can only suffer more and more. I didn't expect that this pain and torture would actually make him give birth to evil bones. This matter was my negligence. Ci'er is half of my son.
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I didn't take good care of him. Fortunately, you showed up and allowed him to seal the evil bones on his own. In the past, no matter how many times I told him, he would never listen."
Uncle Mo is explaining the origin of Jiuci Xiegu.
Qingge frowned, is that true...
Because he was abandoned by his relatives, he was in trouble. He couldn't get rid of the pain for more than ten years, so he became more and more resentful, so that he developed an evil bone.
This makes sense, but Qingge doesn't believe it...
She carefully observed the paintings on the wall and stared at the baby who hated her parents so much that her heart suddenly sank.
At first glance, this painting shows that the baby is hating, but after looking at it for a long time, you will find that the baby is helpless, sad, and sad.
Hate is just his protective color. He paints these dark and horrifying pictures in the name of hate, but what is hidden under the hate is the sadness of being abandoned.
There are so many children in the world who are cared for by their parents, why is he the only one who is abandoned?
He hates, but also longs for, longing for the day when his relatives will come to hug him and tell him that I am late.
Qing Ge recovered her thoughts and glanced at Uncle Mo. If Jiu Ci's evil bones were not abandoned, it must be caused by other acquired factors. Then, what role does Uncle Mo play in it?
Qing Ge moved her eyes away to look at other paintings. Jiu Ci's pain could be seen in every painting.
In the painting on the left, the tone of the entire painting is bloody. There is a heavy rain of blood. The little boy is holding a sickle in the corner of the painting. He turns his head and looks to the left.
On his left, there was also a boy of the same age, but the boy was different from him. He was high-spirited, holding his mother's hand and laughing, while his mother held an umbrella to protect him from the rain.
From this point of view, as a young man, he was as lonely and helpless as a beggar on the street. He looked at the passing people with envy in his eyes from time to time.
Qing Ge's heart felt like a huge stone was pressing down on her, and her breathing became heavy. How did Jiu Ci survive those hopeless days?
In her eyes, Jiu Ci is cynical, idle, and idle every day. With one mouth, he can talk all over the street, and no one can match him.
Qing Ge looked at the paintings one by one. Finally, Jiu Ci's paintings had bright colors. The haze seemed to have been dispelled. Qing Ge saw the sunny sky in Jiu Ci's paintings for the first time.
In this painting, there is a clear blue sky, a scorching sun, a yard with blooming flowers, and a white-haired girl sitting on a swing woven with vines, with a smile on her lips.
The tall boy stood behind her and pushed her high into the sky. The light of the green sun reflected from their eyes, shining brightly, and their cheeks were filled with happiness and joy.
Qingge's heart seemed to be suddenly hit by something, her fingertips were slightly cold and trembling.
Uncle Mo followed her gaze and said, "That's Ci'er's painting last year. It can be seen that Ci'er is very happy."
In the later paintings, more and more people appear.
There are Ye Jingfeng and Yan Bingtong, as well as Grandpa Ye Qingtian.
The last painting, under the starry night, is of him and Moyou.
Seeing this, the corners of Qingge's eyes were slightly moist.
Brother, take them very seriously.
"Qingge, to be honest, the higher-ups within the Nine Realms have given orders that the One Hundred and Eight Continents will be merged," Uncle Mo said.
"Merge?" Qingge stared, flashing a dangerous look. "Yes, merge." Uncle Mo said: "One hundred and eight continents will become fifty-four continents. This means that for every two planes,
It is necessary to merge into one plane, and this is the minimum standard. There is no upper limit in the nine realms. If you are ambitious, you can even merge planes continuously. This is a major challenge for the One Hundred and Eight Continents.
In a short time, the order from the Nine Realms will be issued to 108 continents. You are Ci'er's sister, and you happened to come to the Nine Realms again. I am thinking about something that is not painful or unpleasant.
, it’s not a secret, so it doesn’t matter if I tell you.”
Qing Ge frowned, if according to what Uncle Mo said, the One Hundred and Eight Continents are about to merge, I'm afraid... there will be a lot of disputes by then.
"Uncle Mo, one hundred and eight continents are in the void, above the abyss, and they have different geographical locations and are far apart. How can they be merged?" Qing Ge asked. "The territory is moving and the two are merged into one." Uncle Mo said:
"The nine realms will use the abyss iron chain as a medium to build a bridge that connects the one hundred and eight continents. Starting from this, the merger is inevitable. The fire of the abyss is about to appear from the void, and the one hundred and eight continents will soon appear.
It is possible that they will all disappear in an instant. With one hundred and eight continents saved, the only choice is to merge. The territory of one hundred and eight continents has been locked by the iron chain of the abyss, and can never leave the void of the Flame World, but
One Hundred Thousand Fires of the Abyss
Once a year, once it appears, one hundred and eight continents and all the cultivators inside will not be able to survive!"
Qingge's eyes tightened violently.
So that's the reason for the merger.
Uncle Mo said: "Only by merging the planes can we resist the fire of the abyss. As for how to merge, it depends on whether the elements and resources between the territories conflict."
"If there is a merger, it will lead to war." Qingge said.
"If you want to preserve the One Hundred and Eight Continents, even a war is the minimum sacrifice." Uncle Mo sighed: "Progress and peace are inseparable from sacrifice. It is indeed cruel to say this, but it is also a fact...
"Qingge, the real reason why I called you here today is because of the merger of the planes. I hope you can merge the 108 continents and become the empress of the 108 continents! We will endure the fire of the abyss together!"