"The layout of the cabin is very familiar. It is exactly the same as brother Xiaotian's room, but I still noticed the difference at a glance."
"This is not at all the house in Dongfang Fort where brother Xiaotian lives. It is an almost exact copy of another house on the top of Purple Mountain."
"I have lived here for a while, and I can recognize even the smallest differences at a glance, but I still don't want to believe it."
"So I suddenly turned around and ran into the yard like crazy..."
"However, the reality is cold. I did not see the house of the castle owner and Sister Yaoyao, and the purple round table in the middle of the yard told me more definitely where it is."
"I don't believe it. I don't want to believe it. I just jumped off the Purple Mountain. Why am I still here?"
"So I ran to the edge of Purple Mountain again without any hesitation. This time without any hesitation, I jumped directly..."
"ah--"
Yaoyao and I were both dumbfounded by Jingjing's madness and persistence. We looked at each other and saw an expression of disbelief on each other's faces.
But Yanjing didn't notice this, she was still immersed in her own memories.
"This time I opened my eyes without belief. I wanted to see clearly what was going on!"
"The wind sounded in my ears again, and the purple mountains in my eyes kept going away. Soon I saw the red clouds below and plunged into them."
"Everything I could see was red. Apart from that, I couldn't see anything else. However, when I saw everything around me clearly again, I found that my feet had stepped on solid ground."
"That's right, I'm back in the small courtyard where I've been living!"
"I was shocked at first by this result, and then I became angry, and I felt like I had been fooled."
"So I ran over and jumped off again. Anyway, I wouldn't fall to death, so what were I afraid of?"
"But the fact is that it is so cold and there is no suspense. I returned to the small courtyard without any accident."
"That day, I danced more than a hundred times in a row until something happened..."
Shocked! Shocked! Yan Jing's words once again subverted my understanding. What kind of obsession can drive a little girl to do such a crazy move?
Ordinary people, let alone jumping from the mountain, would feel their hands and feet weak even if they stood on the edge of the cliff and looked down. But she jumped hundreds of times in a row.
It's a hundred times! Not ten times, let alone once!
Under normal circumstances, this means that he has died more than a hundred times!
Children are always full of imagination about the world, and they will unconditionally choose to believe what the people close to them say. At this moment, I regretted telling her such a story before.
She won’t understand that stories are just stories after all, and how can there be so many incredible adventures in life?
If this wasn't a purple mountain, I'd be afraid that if I jumped down once, I'd be separated from the yin and yang!
"What on earth is going on? I have a headache. Why can't I remember..."
Jing Jing covered her head with her hands, seeming to be stuck in the quagmire of memory, and said with a painful look on her face.
"Jing Jing, what happened to those villagers earlier? They were obviously killed by the Demon Ancestor, why are they here?"
At this moment, Yaoyao suddenly took a step forward, looked into Han Jing's eyes and said seriously.
I always felt that there was something wrong with her actions, and I was about to follow her to stop her, but I saw Yaoyao's hand behind her back waving at me repeatedly.
It seems that she has her own plan, and I believe that Yaoyao will not hurt Yanjing, so I gave up.
"Ah...is there any? Have the villagers come here to see Yanjing? Are the old masters here too? Where are they?"
Yan Jing responded almost as if she was murmuring in her sleep, her eyes full of confusion.
"Have you forgotten, Jingjing? At that time, you were still shouting for them to help, and then they all walked into the purple mountain!"
Yaoyao waved her hand as she spoke, and then a Zhenqi curtain appeared. What was shown on it was the shocking scene we saw when we first arrived at Zishan Space.
"Is that so... They are bloodthirsty slaves, and Zishan is their home! Of course they will come back."
"Only if they all return to Zishan, the power of Blood-devouring Madness will be even greater!"
"At that time, I could hardly stop the Demon Ancestor's attacks and needed their help."
"Strange, how do I know this? Have I really done this?"
There was a rare hint of clarity in his eyes, and he fell into confusion again after saying a few words.
However, just these few words shocked me and Yaoyao even more than before. It can be said that our world has been completely overturned!
The villagers are actually bloodthirsty slaves? But what are bloodthirsty slaves?
Judging from the name, it seems to be related to the Blood-devouring Madness? They finally walked into the purple mountain where the Blood-devouring Madness was transformed. Can they simply be understood as the slaves of the Blood-devouring Madness? Is this really the case?
If this is true, what about us? What about the castle owner? Are all the people living in Dongfang Fort bloodthirsty slaves?
"糳京熳京, tell sister, what is a bloodthirsty slave?" Yaoyao asked eagerly.
"They are the people who were killed by the blood-thirsty madness in the past! Their souls were imprisoned within the blood-thirsty madness, and they will never be able to escape for the rest of their lives!"
"The blood-devouring madness imprisons them, but it also nourishes them, making them stronger than before!"
"In return, they can attack together when the Blood-devouring Madness fights. When the sword strikes, in addition to the invincible sword light of the Blood-devouring Madness, there will also be countless bloodthirsty slaves descending from the sky, like heavenly soldiers.
It will be the same.”
"And when they gather inside the Blood-devouring Madness, they can also combine their own strength with the Blood-devouring Madness into one, further strengthening the Blood-devouring Madness's attack, just like what I did when I summoned them before."
"The blood-devouring madness will not be destroyed, and the blood-thirsty slaves will not be destroyed! Of course those villagers did not die before. The power of the demon ancestor is not enough to send them to death!"
As Yan Jing narrated, a horrifying, shocking and even fascinating picture appeared in my mind.
I seemed to have seen a battle. With a flash of purple light, bloodthirsty slaves suddenly appeared in the sky. It was as mysterious as the legendary soldiers who spewed beans, and as shocking as summoning the heavenly soldiers and generals.
It can be said that the Blood-devouring Madness is no longer a simple vicious blade, but also a cage that houses countless masters.
Those who can die under the blood-devouring mad sword are definitely not unknown people.
And according to what Jin Jing said, after becoming bloodthirsty slaves, their strength will only become stronger than before!
At the same time, they are controlled by the blood-devouring madness and obey the orders of the blood-devouring madness. It can be said that as long as they control the blood-devouring madness, they are equivalent to controlling an extremely sincere and powerful army of monks! (To be continued)