If anyone says, "I have killed someone," that person must be a murderer. If he said, "I've killed thirty-six people," he'd be not only a murderer, but the most deranged kind, and would be a classic case for law-enforcement shows and criminal psychologists.
But if someone says, "I have killed 41,636 people", the average person will not necessarily feel any panic after listening to it, because this is a number beyond the scope of common sense and has no sense of reality.
Xuan Ji gave a blank "ah" at first, and then he unconsciously lost his focus: "You even forgot who you are, remember such a long number?"
This devil was not actually an emperor, but an ancient accountant, right
Sheng Lingyuan ignored him.
Xuan Ji thought for a while, then asked again: "Or did you remember something just now?"
After a while, he heard a vague "hmm" from the person in the sword.
Xuan Ji suddenly regretted: "It's a loss!"
He felt like a big leek with a high price and a full position on the eve of the stock market crash, which was a shame! Just now when he was able to use the devil's brain as a search engine, the devil couldn't even remember his own name, well, this will be disconnected, and that guy actually said that his memory is recovering!
If it wasn't for him having too many secrets, Xuan Ji would have vomited three liters of blood on the sword.
"Then...Your Majesty," Xuan Ji turned the evil heart in his stomach, and tried to test it, "Did you have to calculate the number of people so accurately when you fought and slaughtered the city during the Kyushu melee? Could it be that those who are not good at math can't join your team? ?”
Sheng Lingyuan was silent for a while: "It's not a war to slaughter the city."
He did not correct the title "Your Majesty", nor did he deny that he was from that particular period.
The "Qingping Division" was established after the end of the Kyushu melee and during the period of great unification. If Sheng Lingyuan could blurt out these three words, then he must not be Emperor Ping. If Xuan Ji had no knowledge blind spots in history, Emperor Ping would be buried in Chiyuan afterward. Yes, only Emperor Wu Sheng Xiao.
Of course, Xuan Ji thought about this possibility repeatedly, and felt that it was not very likely, because here only considered the situation that Sheng Lingyuan was a human being.
From the strands of hair to the toenails of this demon, there is no place that resembles a human being, and he keeps saying "you people" and "you monsters". Xuan Ji still doesn't know what he is.
During the melee period, how many races in the world were wiped out after the great unification is still unknown. The customs and habits of these races are different, the development of productivity is uneven, and the level of education is also uneven. The names of the leaders are even more strange. There are those who call themselves "kings", some called "what ancestors", and even a few people who are so ignorant to a certain extent that they call themselves "what gods".
Therefore, it is not surprising that some non-human races copied all the systems of the human race back then.
Xuan Ji asked calmly: "Then what is this... the witch race, which side is it in the war?"
"Human," Sheng Lingyuan was in a daze for a moment, not paying attention to the little demon chicken's trivial temptations, "The wizard always thinks he is a human... Look at the shape of those bones."
Xuan Ji followed his voice, and her eyes fell on the ground. Judging by naked eyes alone, these bones are genuine human bones. It is conceivable that these bones probably looked like human beings when they were alive.
Xuan Ji asked again: "It's not massacre, what is it?"
This time, Sheng Lingyuan didn't answer.
If the witch-human clan is on the side of the human race, and the devil says that he has wiped out the entire witch-race, then...according to this inference, during the melee, did the devil belong to the anti-human side
It is quite in line with the setting of the devil.
Holding the epee, Xuan Ji felt the chilly aura coming from the cold iron. After a second thought, she felt that there was something suspicious here.
First of all, if Sheng Lingyuan is against humanity, why did he learn the imperial system of the human race and the national surname of the human race at that time
Also, he always felt that remembering the numbers so concretely seemed to contain some kind of different emotion.
And the shaman's language that Sheng Lingyuan taught him just now, although he didn't understand what it meant, Xuan Ji always felt that the tone was very gentle... It was like an old friend who came from afar came to visit, bent down and asked the children playing at the door "" Take me to see your parents, okay?"
"Who the hell is a witch?"
"Wizards live in Dongchuan," Sheng Lingyuan said in his own accent, which was hard to understand, but when he spoke, his voice seemed to be stained with wind and frost from the other side of time and space, and it seemed distant, vicissitudes and solemn, " Believe in mountains, rivers and land, all things have spirits, no matter in good weather or natural disasters, they will never leave their homeland, because this family has believed that people are like grass and trees since ancient times, leaving their homeland means leaving their own roots, which will lead to disasters. They are good at using "curse" , the human face butterfly is a kind of spell, which was refined by their ancestors with secret methods, and it should have been used at funerals at the earliest."
"funeral?"
"They think that butterflies with human faces can communicate between yin and yang," Sheng Lingyuan replied, "Some of the deceased left in a hurry, and the family members sometimes felt uneasy, and they always felt that he had something to say, so they would ask the great sage in the clan—that is, to preside over the year. People who offer sacrifices during the festival—come to the house, perform a ceremony, and put the human face butterfly into the mouth of the deceased. After waiting for less than a day, the deceased will be able to open his eyes again, sit, lie, and walk as usual, talk to his family members, and see the people who should be seen. Now, what should be said is said, and then the great sage will take out the human-faced butterfly and send the dead to the earth for peace."
Xuan Ji was stunned: "Ah? We always thought this thing was just a parasite... so it's so amazing?"
"It was originally a parasite," Sheng Lingyuan replied coldly. "Since ancient times, funerals and condolences have been the wishful thinking of living people. Death is like a lamp going out. How can there be so many endless nonsense? It's just a ritual. When a dispute arises over the distribution of a dead person's property, it is also handed over to the clan leader for adjudication, and he will not use a human-faced butterfly to 'wake up' people to ask questions."
"Dongchuan... Dongchuan is a treasure land, with fertile land, rich products, and powerful aura. The climate changes a lot. Sometimes it is cloudy, sunny, rainy and snowy. Four seasons can go through in a day. There are autumn moons shining on spring flowers, and there are also strange scenes where snow is reflected in lotus ponds. The scenery, even the water is sweeter than other places, so it also gave birth to many rare treasures that are not available outside."
One person and one sword followed behind the wobbly goatee, Xuan Ji felt more and more strange the more he heard it—although Sheng Lingyuan's tone was light, but his words were very thoughtful, with a sense of nostalgia and cherishment, he described it as if it was not the territory of a group of enemies , It's like my hometown.
"So it's only natural to be coveted by others." Sheng Lingyuan said, "Throughout the ages, all disputes between living beings are ultimately about something that grows in the soil."
This is true, because territory and sovereignty must be complete, which is a concept only in modern times. In the farming era, most of the wars were caused by natural disasters and man-made disasters, so they could not survive, so they cared about other people's land.
"So they also use butterflies to protect themselves," Xuan Ji understood, "Because the butterflies can not only 'resurrect' the dead, but also parasitize the living things. Do the witch people have the ability to control the butterflies, just like the ones who raise Gu?" Humans can make Gu worms obedient?"
"Well, the witch-human race has a long history, and its spells are extensive and profound, and the human-faced butterfly is only a small part of it. Back then, when the demon clan's army crossed Chiyuan, the human race was like wheat seedlings in the field, lying down and being harvested, powerless to resist. The country was subjugated by the demons, and later turned defeat into victory. A large part of the reason is that the hidden witch-human race stepped forward and dedicated the untold secret of their own spells to the human race at the most critical time... because they feel that they are also human. , it is imperative."
"That's even more strange," Xuan Ji said, "According to this, the Wuren clan seems to be a national hero. Even if there were not many people who could read and write in your time, and it was difficult to pass on documents, there must be word of mouth. ? Why did they die so quietly without leaving any trace?"
Sheng Lingyuan smiled softly: "You little monster, what did you eat to grow up, do you really have no clan views at all?"
Before Xuan Ji could answer, he said thoughtfully, "That's right, you're all mixed up now—they think they're human, but people don't think they're the same kind."
"Human Face Butterfly...Mirror Flower Water Moon Butterfly, don't you guys shudder when you mention it now? Back then, it was just the tip of the iceberg of witchcraft. Do you believe that the witch race has no reservations? Do you judge others by yourself, do you think that 'people' with this kind of hidden power have no ambitions, and are only willing to hide in a corner of Dongchuan and have nothing to do with the world?"
Xuan Ji heard what he meant, and turned her head in disbelief: "Wait, you don't mean to say that the reason why the Wuren tribe died was not because they were exterminated by the enemy in the war, but because they were framed by the alliance!"
Sheng Lingyuan said in an irrelevant tone: "Yeah, so you have to be careful when you get stuck here."
Xuan Ji's thoughts changed sharply: "If that's the case, you are in it..."
Before the word "what character" could be said, he heard a scream from the goatee on the ground. He must have woken up, and when he opened his eyes, he found himself "sleepwalking" in such a ghostly place, with jumping and jumping in his clothes. The big stick bone, almost did not scare to death on the spot. He crazily kicked up on the spot, shaking his bones while crying, and his crotch was immediately wet.
Xuan Ji wrinkled her nose in distaste: "...I said, is this buddy a little angry?"
The smell of urine was overwhelming.
Sheng Lingyuan said coolly, "Worry about yourself first."
As soon as he finished speaking, the ground began to hear a small "clack" sound, from small to large, Xuan Ji looked down, and saw that all the human bones seemed to be "awakened" by this bubble of urine, trembling constantly Getting up, those skulls flicked, turned to Xuan Ji, and opened their mouths.
Xuan Ji: "Uh... what should I do if I'm still a little shy with so much attention all of a sudden?"
As soon as the voice fell, countless small light spots flew out of the mouth of the skull, and a layer of charming fluorescent light floated on the dense pile of bones, like a mist, softening the lines of those bones, as if they were smiling.
Those are countless Butterflies in the Mirror, Water and Moon raising their wings against the wind.
"Master." Xuan Ji cursed, and swooped down quickly with quick eyes and hands. The hunting fire on the wings knocked away those terrible ghost butterflies. He didn't want to catch them with his hands, so he picked up the epee and picked up the stinky goatee.
Sheng Lingyuan: "..."
presumptuous! This little devil has a long life!
But although those ghost butterflies are afraid of fire, they can't hold back the large number. They burn one group to death and surround another group. The fluorescence becomes brighter and brighter, illuminating the dark witch man's grave like a blue sky and a bright day. Xuanji wanted to fly upwards. , but after flying more than twenty meters, he found that he had reached the top!
I don't know if this ghostly place is a tunnel or a cave, and I don't know where the exit is. There are flowers in the mirror, water and moon in all directions.
Xuan Ji had goosebumps all over his body, and suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a dark place—it looked like a cave, and the butterflies avoided it, so it was so black that it stood out.
Before he had time to think about it, he picked up his goatee and plunged into the cave.