[155] It's over (the last chapter has been modified, everyone go to Kangkang)
"Oh, it turns out it's you."
A simple sentence.
It doesn't seem to contain anything other than peace.
I just saw it, discovered it, and sighed lightly.
The queen sitting next to her moved her eyes slightly, and then she burst into a bright smile.
"Did you wake up so quickly?"
"He is an amazing person who sticks to his heart like this."
"This is the last line of defense I have set up."
"It's really a scary life."
After the conspiracy was discovered, the woman's expression did not change at all, she just pursed her lips and smiled slightly.
Han Baiyi was still sitting on the high platform, looking back at her expressionlessly.
"Aren't you scared?"
he asked.
"Why?"
The woman just tilted her head slightly.
Eight hundred years have long since made her lose many of the emotions that a real human being can have. Even when faced with Han Baiyi's remarks, no matter how funny they are, she will not laugh.
"Because you are going to die."
Unless you can't help it.
"Pfft... hum hum ha ha ha ha ha..."
She tried very hard to hold it in, but she still couldn't hold back her laughter.
She smiled wildly.
While laughing, he pointed at the dark army of desperate souls in front of him, covering his mouth with joy.
"You...are you talking about me?"
"Hahahaha...you said, you said I will die?"
"You can't even get out, how are you going to kill me?"
Han Baiyi frowned, is there anything funny about this?
"Oh, that's it."
"So, can't you feel it?"
The woman's smile suddenly froze.
The laughter gradually subsided.
Han Baiyi looked like he understood her very well and nodded silently towards her.
"That red crystal pillar wrapped around Feng's body should be a part of you, right?"
"It really is the last line of defense."
"But why are you trying so hard to protect yourself outside and prevent me from touching this pillar?"
Han Baiyi looked at her calmly as before, as if he was pitying an ugly beggar.
His voice pierced into the woman's heart like a sharp knife.
The two of them still maintained their sitting posture, one in front of the other.
The woman's face changed from cheerful to cold, and her eyes were like awls piercing the back of Han Baiyi's heart.
He didn't care at all.
The conversation suddenly changed.
"Do you know about chameleons?"
"That's Zhu Gong."
Han Baiyi turned his head, his calm eyes met the woman's cold awl-like eyes, but his tone was calm.
"Zhu Gong often hides among the leaves and feeds on aphids, and sometimes mosquitoes, flies, and mantises."
"Because his body can change according to his hiding place, it is difficult for ordinary people to find him."
"However, people can often strike plants and trees to frighten them. When Zhu Gong falls to the ground, it will lose its color and change instantly."
"Catch them and feed them with cinnabar for three years, then grind them into three kilograms, pound them into medicinal paste, dry them and put them into powder, which is the palace sand."
"The Zhu Palace is hard to find, and it is always acquired by the one who pays the highest price."
The more calm Han Baiyi's tone became, the uglier the woman's complexion became.
Hide yourself and spy on your prey. Your body is precious but extremely fragile.
Who is this being satirized?
He looked at the woman's increasingly gloomy expression, then turned his head and looked at the endless darkness of desperate souls in front of him, his voice still speaking as plainly as before.
"I was also surprised before. A long time ago, you were emphasizing body and soul."
"But after I was sucked into your body, why did you show such obvious weaknesses in front of me?"
"Just like you are in Fairyland, why do you want to set up a giant thunder tree in front of the fake Sakura Dragon that can just restrain it?"
"If the soul world is really under your control, no one will make such a stupid mistake, right?"
Han Baiyi analyzed his thoughts for her bit by bit. Although the woman had a gloomy face, she also listened silently.
Both of them seemed to be waiting for something.
Han Baiyi continued:
"... combined with the three living people you mentioned before, that is, me, the descendant of Huangji, you, according to you, the three of us are all living people."
"If you really want to, or really can, monopolize this body, why can we still maintain consciousness?"
Han Baiyi asked softly.
"Then the question continues, why do we keep reincarnating in death while we are alive?"
"In other words, why am I the only one reincarnating in death and pain in the soul world you created?"
The woman's face became increasingly cold.
Han Baiyi chuckled lightly.
"The only way you can kill me is to make me 'desire death', right?"
"Whether it's Ba, the Buddha carver, or the wolf, they are all actually 'I'."
"To be precise, it should be the power of Long Yin that keeps me trapped in reincarnation."
"That's what 'I' is."
Han Baiyi turned his head and met her eyes:
"You have too much power, so you should be restricted by some kind of rules, right?"
The woman looked at him calmly.
"Although I don't know what the rules are, at least there are a lot of things you can't do."
"No matter how noble you are, you are still a human being."
"People have limits."
Han Baiyi also looked at her calmly, and the atmosphere between them solidified.
As Han Baiyi's words fell, the desperate souls below surged like a tide. As the chains continued to lengthen, black flames continued to spread along the path of the crowd.
The desperate black souls were driven by the flames and rushed towards the high platform. As the crowds surged, the black souls were densely packed into a pile, facing forward with their mouths wide open, howling silently.
They long for death.
The crowd was rushing so violently that it was like black tide hitting the masonry of the high platform one after another.
Han Baiyi, who was sitting on top of the altar, looked at the woman expressionlessly, not paying any attention to the hellish black scene below where people were squeezing and trampling on people.
Han Baiyi waited quietly.
The woman also said nothing.
Only the high platform under the two seats swayed slightly. In the constant surge of people, the black flames also climbed up. Countless arms, heads, and legs continued to move up with the surge of people, just like
The evil ghost crawled out of hell, struggling and thirsting for death.
The expressions of Han Baiyi and the woman were still so calm.
It was as if everything terrifying in front of him was just a false illusion.
"How do you know all this?"
The woman suddenly asked him.
Han Baiyi was startled for a moment, then showed an extremely warm smile.
"How many times do you think I have been reincarnated in this endless time?"
He smiled so happily, just like a child who had been hiding until the end in the hide-and-seek process, and suddenly jumped out from the side when his friends were helpless.
The pleasure is extremely pure.
As his smile appeared, the black and white world suddenly spread, and all limited movements fell into endless stillness in black and white.
The hell and the wave of despair beneath my feet stagnated in place at the moment when black and white swept over me.
The woman's expression was calm and indifferent, with a touch of regret in her eyes.
Everything is like a sculpture.
After Han Baiyi finished laughing, his voice was particularly calm.