"What the hell are you doing?"
After thinking about Yu Mengzhou dejectedly, Yitai couldn't help but doubt the motive of the obscene tongue.
Filthy Tongue walked past him leisurely, "I won't hurt you, brother, trust me. Now we are even."
Going around a suspicious Ether, he led Yu Mengzhou and Xieshe to continue walking towards the treasure house at the bottom.
The magic arrays were one after another, like gorgeous aurora, washing over the bodies of the travelers continuously. As they went deeper, the domes along the way simultaneously bloomed with orchid-colored ice flowers all over the mountains, like a sudden burst of the Milky Way, rolling up a tide like a meteor chasing the moon.
Without even looking, Xishe stretched out his hand skillfully and grabbed the key to the treasure house from the light of one of the shooting stars, then continued walking forward with his hands tucked into his sleeves.
"This was set up by Song Ge at the time," Gao Er explained to Yu Mengzhou, "After we left, he didn't remove the defensive formation here."
"—For you." Filthy added, "The world has changed so much that everyone's concepts and ideas are no longer compatible, but as long as it's you... I can make concessions, negotiate, anything."
"But why?" Yu Mengzhou asked doubtfully, "I really don't understand, is it worth it, for me? In our... in the hearts of human beings, death is a hurdle that must be faced. I have been dead for so long, no matter how unwilling you are, you should look forward, continue to live your own life, and walk your own path."
Gao Er did not speak. Dirty Tongue spoke softly, "From my perspective, humans are willing to accept death not out of true freedom, but out of a helpless compromise. Because they are weak, they have to embellish their eternal sleep, sing poems, and regard the acceptance of death education as a sign of true maturity of thoughts and values. As for us? We are demons, forgetful, tolerant and docile creatures. We cannot be demons."
"Destruction and killing... are so easy, but love and remembrance require us to delve into confusion for our entire lives." The dirty tongue murmured, "Look, even death is at your disposal, but the person you love took his last breath in your arms. Can you figure it out? No, you will only be deeply tortured by regret and remorse, which will be a shackle that you will never be able to get rid of in your lifetime."
He took out the key from his sleeve and pressed the key into the door of the treasure house on the bottom floor.
"Come on," said Dirty Tongue, "your things are all here. I hope you can restore Falke to his former self and put an end to this meaningless internal conflict."
Yu Mengzhou thought carefully about what he said and nodded silently. The treasure house at the bottom was empty, with only a few large bubbles floating like crystals in the front, covering the hoof trimming tools he used in the past.
The young man looked left and right.
The hoof trimmer is too short, so it's not a good choice for hitting the head; hoof clippers are a good option, but if he can't control the strength, he won't hit Falque and get hurt, right? The same goes for the hoof file, which is heavy and thick at 40 centimeters...
… etc.
Yu Mengzhou approached his toolbox.
He suddenly remembered that there was actually a hammer in his toolbox.
That's right, a hammer. A simple wooden handle, an alloy steel hammer head, a hammer.