Everything seemed to have been prepared long ago.
Jianchou slowly stretched out his hand, and his fingertips were about to touch the stick of purple incense, but for some reason, he suddenly stopped.
This person has lived through nine lifetimes, and should be in his tenth lifetime now.
He would always return to this house, always follow the clues he left behind, look for traces of the past, integrate the complete memories of previous lives, and become himself again.
What kind of situation was that
What role am I playing now that I appear in this house
I raised my head unconsciously and saw that Sorrow's gaze was fixed on the handwriting that had become faint.
Suddenly, an absurd thought came to her mind: Could this person be herself
After nine reincarnations, he became a blank sheet of paper.
Who knows what the tenth life will look like
It seems that this kind of thinking is correct.
However, this thought only flashed through my mind and disappeared without a trace.
She can't be.
After this person entered reincarnation in his first life, a mark was left on his soul. What special function this mark had was not mentioned in the handwriting on the window paper.
But from those few words, she could infer that at least this mark served as a reminder.
Remind this person to pay attention to the handwriting left behind when passing by the gates of hell, the city of the dead, or the door of his house.
But although she had never been to the gates of hell, she had been to the City of the Dead and had entered this house for the first time several times. What did she discover
If there is no mark in the soul, there will naturally be no reaction.
not to mention…
She didn't want to either.
Just as this person has asked in his previous self-narration: The reason why human beings are born is simply because they have unique memories.
Jianchou's memories come from this life, and he never feels that he is anyone else.
If any new memories suddenly appeared, she would inevitably feel a layer of fear in her heart: Am I still me
That person said, three lives and seven generations, thousands of years and hundreds of generations. Even if I reincarnate for billions of years, I will still be me.
With such an arrogant tone, his mark must be unique.
It can let him know that the "me" now is not the real me. Even if I travel through ten reincarnations, I should still have a sense of mystery.
Only in this way can we ensure that it is still the original "me".
He left words on the window sill so that future generations could grow plum blossoms on his behalf. This must be his last life. He would never return to the Extreme Region or the City of the Dead, right
Jianchou looked at the three plum branches and his thoughts were in a state of confusion.
All the speculations were put aside by her.
She just looked at the last sentence, Yinuo...
Who will come out when this incense is lit
The other party will agree to "one promise" to the person who lights the incense, so can she ask for "three promises"
Jianchou was suddenly amused by himself.
However, a strong curiosity was slowly rising along with the subtle fragrance of the plum blossoms.
She stretched out her retracted hand again and picked up the unlit incense stick.
The incense sticks are dark purple, similar in color to the water in the Reincarnation Pond.
The three thin incense sticks seemed like they could be broken with a little force. When Jianchou's fingers trembled slightly, the three incense sticks also trembled.
She knew that she was a little nervous at the moment.
He wanted to take a deep breath, but then frowned, because even after calming down several times, his heart was still tight.
So…
If you are nervous, just let it be.
The other hand stretched out, and Jianchou pointed out his index finger, with a faint firelight on the tip of his finger, which gradually approached the three incense sticks.
At that moment, her heart and soul were hanging in the air, and she held her breath.
“Sizzle!”
Sudden!
A dark black shadow suddenly flew in from the window and hit Jianchou's hand directly!
“Bang!”
The three incense sticks were actually knocked to the ground and broke into several pieces!
Jianchou was so frightened that he felt a creepy sense of danger. The tiny soul bead on his spiritual platform almost immediately emerged, and it was white with a faint purple light, immediately covering his whole body!
Alertness has been instantly aroused!
She suddenly turned around and looked out the window, but the afterimage of the inky black light was still lingering in her mind—
It looked like stone but not stone, like gold but not gold, about a foot long, a long square. But she couldn't see what it was. She just felt that it didn't look like a knife, but more like a ruler.
The two windows with snow-white window papers in between remained in the same state as when they were opened by Jianchou.
The light red words on the window paper have now disappeared.
Three plum branches slanted into the scene by the withered window, without any change.
Outside the window is a small courtyard.
There are a few fallen leaves in the atrium. Under the tree next to it is a gray stone round table. There are four short stone benches next to the table, which seem to be used for people to chat and relax.
But, there was no one.
Not a single person.
It was an extremely strange feeling.
Jianchou stood stiffly in front of the two withered windows. Her mind was already connected to the Human Emperor Sword, but she was holding it back. But if there was any movement outside the window, she would act like thunder!
But, there seemed to be no movement outside the window.
Her eyes wandered around the window and gradually fell on the window paper that had turned snow-white again.
There, it was a place she couldn't see.
On the back of his hand, which was tightly holding the hand seal, there were deep marks left by the mysterious "hidden weapon" that had previously passed by. The dark white "blood" seeped out and then floated up into the void.
It can be seen that Chou didn't even look at him.
She just felt her throat tighten—
There was clearly nothing, but she couldn't control herself at all.
His eyes were fixed on the gap between the window sill and the shutter, as if a powerful enemy was standing there.
It seemed like a very short moment, but also like a long life.
"Squeak..."
In the silence of the whole courtyard, the withered window on the left suddenly moved as if blown by the wind!
Jianchou almost drew his sword immediately!
But the next moment, his pupils shrank sharply.
There was actually a little water mark on the window paper where the writing had long disappeared!
It was like someone stretched out his wet fingers and slowly traced them across the window paper...
Jianchou's pupils shrank tighter and tighter.
She was horrified to realize that the strokes formed crooked handwriting, as if a person was dying, or as if a child was learning to write, unable to control the strength, and the handwriting was completely unrecognizable.
"have… "
"Fraud!"
boom!
It was like a heavy hammer falling from the sky and hitting my heart hard!
Like a sharp knife, it burst out from the depths of the fog, coldly cutting through the disguise!
Jianchou's scalp was bursting!
It's a trap!
Everything that happened after entering the house flashed through her mind in an instant.
The words left on the plum vase, the mystery in the study, the water in the reincarnation pond, the soul-reversing pill, the words left on the window paper, three purple incense sticks...
besides…
"To show it to future generations, so that they can break this situation for me"!
Three purple incense sticks fell at her feet, broken into pieces.
But there is still a faint fragrance lingering.
Jianchou fixed his eyes on the distorted and weak word "fraud" and couldn't help but imagine...
He spent nine lifetimes studying thoroughly everything that could be studied in this world, and took great pains to set up a plan for his final life.
Is this game over
No!
He is still waiting for a "latecomer" -
A person who saw the words he left at the bottom of the plum vase, a person who followed the words to explore the mystery, a person who successfully found the water of the reincarnation pond, a person who followed the recipe left in the book to make the elixir, and a person who succeeded after making and testing the elixir...
One who believes in the owner of this old house!
The words on the plum vase are real, the books in the house are real, the water in the reincarnation pond is real, and the recipe for the elixir is real...
Even if it wasn't Jianchou who came, others could still find what they needed in the countless books; even if this "latecomer" didn't need the Nihun Pill, there were other recipes in that book...
And they…
It's all true.
So, is the message on the window paper real
A deep chill suddenly spread from Jianchou's heart, slowly flowing out, spreading to her limbs and bones, making her feel cold all over...
If it really is a fraud, how shocking is this person's mind
Calculate every inch and take every step cautiously.
Scheming, insidious and cunning!
Even if the "newcomer" entering this house today is not her...
But who can resist the temptation of the reincarnation pond water and a recipe? Who can resist the temptation of a "heaven-defying" monk named Yinuo? !
Jianchou was unable to move for a long time.
She blinked slowly, gradually realizing that she had fallen into a strange situation.
There seemed to be no one outside the window, yet there seemed to be an existence so powerful that one could not touch it.
She didn't know who left the message for her, and she didn't know whether the other party could be trusted or not.
It is even difficult to say whether it is really a fraud.
What is the purpose of the owner of the old house
What is the purpose of the person who left the message outside the window
If the enemy doesn't move, I won't move.
Regardless of whether there is someone outside or not, and no matter who it is, this person's strength must be far beyond hers.
Jianchou's cold and clear gaze was cast at the window paper where the writing was. Or rather, it seemed as if he penetrated this layer of window paper and looked at what was behind it.
"I am a young man, thank you for your advice. I wonder who you are, could you show yourself to see me?"
"… "
Silence, no response.
rustle.
Outside the window, there is only a gentle breeze.
My heart was beating fast, but after waiting for a long time without any response, it slowly calmed down like ice and snow melting.
For some reason, Jianchou remembered the thing that had scratched the back of his hand before.
It came from the window and must have been thrown into the house.
She turned around and saw a deep scar slanting downwards three meters to the right, as if a sword had been inserted straight into it.
He could not see the thing that attacked him.
Even if one releases one's perception, one can only know that this downward trace is very, very deep.
How sharp must something be to be able to penetrate into the ground so easily
Seeing that there was sorrow in his heart, he felt even more terrified.
The sunlight from outside shone through the window paper, casting a not-so-obvious shadow.
Just as Jianchou withdrew his gaze, it began to sway slightly...
When Jianchou saw him, he immediately felt alarmed and drew his sword, looking back!
"Rustle..."
That was the sound of window paper shaking.
Little by little, wet traces trembled through something and flowed onto the paper.
Seeing that there was sorrow, he was stunned for a moment.
Or handwriting
Somehow, she always felt that somewhere in front of the window, there was a mysterious person who left the words.
But no matter how she looked, the place was always empty.
It's still that feeling.
He must be a strong man.
But the strokes on the window paper already have a sense of being weak, clumsy, and exhausted...
As the strokes gradually accumulated, Jianchou began to identify them carefully.
"kill… "
She couldn't help but start reciting in her mind.
"Thanks... No..."
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
The moment the first three words appeared, Jianchou seemed to hear the sound of a heartbeat in her ear, causing her whole body to tremble, as if something endless was gushing out from deep underground, from the depths of her heart!
"Rustle..."
No matter how many strokes you write, they are all clumsy.
Stroke by stroke, word by word, it was slowly outlined...
"Kill, thank you for not being a loyal subject; cut, seven points of soul!"