Tens of thousands of immortal witches surrounded Aluojin, the whispers stopped, and they turned to the entrance of the cave together, facing Sheng Lingyuan—in memory, and outside of memory—questioning silently.
Time and space seemed to freeze.
In such silence, Aluojin stood up with his head in his arms, and asked softly, "Brother, how did my father die?"
Masked Dan Li said loudly: "Your Majesty, don't come near!"
"is it him?"
A Luojin stretched out his hand to point at Danli, and the eyeball on the head in his arms turned accordingly, and at the same time, those roasted witches also turned their heads in the direction of his finger.
"still you?"
A Luojin's finger pointed at Sheng Lingyuan again, and his head turned back together with the witches in his arms.
What's even more frightening is that when A Luojin's head showed a smile that was not a smile, all the witches also showed the same expression.
The boy who was as bright as the sun turned into a spider, and countless flying insects stuck to its huge web which he could manipulate.
Dan Li shouted: "Your Majesty, Aluojin has been possessed by demons, and all the corpses in this cave have become his human-faced butterfly puppets! There are no living people here!"
Aluojin laughed loudly, two lines of blood and tears flowed down his head in his arms, and all the witches opened their mouths together with him.
"A living person... is a living person very noble?"
Sheng Lingyuan, who was out of memory, looked at him deeply, and picked up his own voice just now: "Because that fire is called 'Nanming Lihuo', little demon, you call yourself 'Fire Keeper', and you can't see what it has to do with Fanhuo Parting?"
Xuan Ji smiled wryly: "Your Majesty, have you ever told anyone the half-truth in your life?"
Hearing the sound, Sheng Lingyuan turned his head slowly and smiled at him: "Oh? Why did you say that?"
Xuan Ji suddenly discovered that there was a scar just below the outer corner of his left eye, which had basically flattened and could not be seen at ordinary times, only when he smiled and protruded, a small white dent appeared. The mark, like a drop of tears hanging there.
The roasted witches moved, and they rushed out of the cave following A Luojin's intentions. On the other side, the masked Dan Li quickly made a fingerprint, and pure white flames flew out from his sleeves, and the flames condensed Cheng Daniao screamed and rushed towards the lifeless cave and altar.
The young emperor blocked the fire bird with his body, his throat was torn, and he yelled, "Stop!"
Dan Li roared: "Your Majesty, if you let them leave this place, where will the hundreds of millions of people be left?"
That's a double entender—
Once the cursed human-faced butterflies are leaked out, I don't know what the consequences will be, because these butterflies are obviously different from the original species, and they might become a silent plague.
Not to mention Aluojin, when he was a normal person, he had a very extreme temperament. He hated the monster clan, regardless of whether the monster clan was good or bad, and whether he had his own stand or not. It cannot be tolerated at all, all the monster cities that pass through must be slaughtered, and no one will be left alive.
So... His hatred was transferred tenfold to the human race
He was torn apart by the evil curse and put together countless times. He couldn't survive or die. He had already fallen into a demon while alive. Are you going to let him kill everyone in the world
With a sound of "boom", the young Sheng Lingyuan knelt down, and the snow-white firebird passed him, rushed into the cave with a howl, and landed on thousands of witch puppets. As if alive.
But it can't be burned or burned to death.
The young Sheng Lingyuan suddenly pulled out a long knife from his waist, and slashed at the head of the witch who was closest to him. It wasn't until the head fell to the ground that the witches struggled a bit, then collapsed, and a small human-faced butterfly flew out of their bodies.
Aluojin was blocked by the flames all over the sky, and shouted: "Danli! Where are you? You liar, where are you! You must die!"
Dan Li's voice came from outside the cave: "Your Majesty! How long are you going to pamper him!"
The young Sheng Lingyuan roared and rushed into the altar. The tyrannical fire seemed to avoid him intentionally, not even scorching a single corner of his clothes, and the butterflies flying out from the beheaded witch also avoided him, and the butterflies merged into a white light and flew towards Alozin. The countless human faces on the wings formed a face that seemed to be both happy and angry, and was cut in half by Sheng Lingyuan who was chasing after him.
The long knife continued unabated and pierced Aluojin's chest with one knife.
A cold light flashed on the blade, revealing countless shaman characters. A Luojin looked at the knife in disbelief, his head rolled to the ground in his arms, and he opened his mouth and said, "This is the first time I took my people...to leave Dongchuan...the one I stole from my father...to keep you safe, Exorcising all evil... brother..."
I gave it to you.
In memory, the young emperor was in pain.
Outside the memory, the thousand-year-old ghost stands with hands tied, as if it has nothing to do with him.
Xuan Ji stepped back quickly: "I have never offended you."
"I don't have a half-truth, don't you, little demon?" The smile in the corner of Sheng Lingyuan's eyes deepened, "Are you really a descendant of Bi Fang? Then why do you have that Thousand Demons Illustrated Book in your hand? That's Dan Li did it with his own hands—the Fire Keeper of Nanming."
The raging fire in the cave suddenly stirred up a gust of wind, which roared out with A Luojin's heart-piercing roar, rolling up the mask on Danli's face.
At this time, Xuan Ji said a word: "If I die, Chiyuan fire will burn again, do you believe it or not?"
Sheng Lingyuan was taken aback.
Danli's mask was blown away by the strong wind, and under the mask was a face exactly like Xuan Ji's!
The moment that face was revealed, behind Xuan Ji, a hand tore through the void and stretched out. There was a blood hole in the palm of the hand, and it grabbed his neck. Almost at the same time, Sheng Lingyuan moved suddenly, and he I didn't know when there was an extra nail in my hand, and I didn't care whether that hand was still on Xuan Ji's neck or not, and it was nailed down directly.
Xuan Ji cursed in her heart: "I knew it!"
In the nick of time, he grabbed a coin from his pocket, the coin was stained with flames, and suddenly pressed it on the wrist that was strangling his neck, with a "squeak", the hand was almost burned, instinctively As soon as the ground was loosened, Xuan Ji dodged suddenly. At the same time, Sheng Lingyuan's nail was driven into the bloody hole in the palm of his hand. Hurry up, or let the old devil wear candied haws together!
Sheng Lingyuan said without sincerity: "I'm sorry, it's expedient and I didn't want to hurt you."
Xuan Ji squeezed out a sentence between her teeth: "Greetings to your mother."
A person was suddenly dragged out of the void by Sheng Lingyuan. It was Aluojin, the one who crawled out of the coffin with a blood hole between his eyebrows.
The moment they caught Aluojin, all the memories around them were broken, and they returned to the gloomy witch grave.
Sheng Lingyuan shot very quickly and without hesitation. In the blink of an eye, A Luojin's limbs and chest were all nailed with nails, but his resentful eyes stared at Xuan Ji.
"What are you staring at me for?!" Xuan Ji clutched her neck angrily, her stomach hurting, "He used me as a bait to lure you out, and the Danli in his memory was the old man himself! Is there any silly roe deer like your Excellency in the circle?"
Aluojin could not adapt to this modern Chinese and Internet buzzword accent, and did not understand a single punctuation, and still stared at Xuanji with hatred.
Sheng Lingyuan raised his eyebrows lightly: "Little ghost, when did you see it?"
Xuan Ji said in her heart that she cleared her hoarse throat forcefully, and smirked: "You said that because of nostalgia, you are easily trapped in the memory of a teenager. When you ask me to ask questions, I feel that something is wrong."
After acquaintance, he had already discovered that this old ghost has no humanity at all, so where is his sentimentality
He doesn't care about the gloomy Ji Wentian's backlash from lightning strikes, just a backtracking curse to make him obediently reveal his memory? What are you dreaming of
Sheng Lingyuan judged from Xuan Ji's expression that although this kid spoke human words, he might have scolded his ancestral grave in his stomach, so he said calmly, "Well, bosom friend."
"When Danli didn't show up as an important person, I began to suspect that you planned to make a fuss about this person."
"Danli never showed his true face to others," Sheng Lingyuan said, "Even if he didn't cover his face, he would still wear a human skin mask. The 'face like a good woman' that you have passed down from generation to generation is just his most commonly used mask. Alozin never saw his face until his death."
Xuan Ji sneered: "Yeah, otherwise what would you fish with? But if you don't show your face, you don't show your face. This person is always by your side and plays an important role. In your memory, he is not as high as a guard. This shows that you are suppressing him." My own memory, avoid thinking of him too much, otherwise the later scenes will be easy to sing—Your Majesty, even if I am not very good at mathematics, at least I have gone through nine years of compulsory education. The memory has the perspective of three people. Do you think I don’t know how to count? ?"
The logic is actually very simple - if the "Shunhui" spell contains Sheng Lingyuan's memory, then the entire point of view must be Sheng Lingyuan himself.
But carefully discerning, there are three perspectives: Aluojin, Sheng Lingyuan, and the most weird one—Danli.
Among them, Danli's perspective appeared last, it is very hidden, and the content is very little, that is, the short section where the witch-human tribe hid in the cave, and the human skin puppet lit the altar - the human skin puppet was manipulated by Danli, so its perspective should be It is Danli's perspective.
A person's subjective memory generally does not have a change in perspective, let alone such a smooth change of perspective, split personality is not acceptable, because it is impossible for him to "remember" things that he was not present.
Therefore, the memory in this "returning back" is by no means a person's.
When the two of them were drawn into the abyss of memory, the first scene was that the witch tribe rescued the injured little prince, and the young patriarch of the witch tribe met Sheng Lingyuan for the first time. That was actually A Luojin's memory. Because Sheng Lingyuan was seriously injured at the time, and was carried up the mountain by the patriarch in a daze, it was difficult for him to notice the whole picture of the awakened Wuren clan.
The first major character they met in memory was also Aluojin.
The old ghost Sheng Lingyuan should have realized at that time that besides the two of them, there is also a curse caster hidden in this "Su Hui".
So at the beginning, it was not Sheng Lingyuan, a heartless bastard, who could not get away from the trivial past of the boy, but A Luojin himself. Sheng Lingyuan asked him to "ask questions" and it was also for Aluojin - otherwise, given the old ghost's control over his mind, does he need help from others
Xuan Ji: "The time points of some major events in the memory are consistent with the historical framework I know, so I judge that the memory should be basically true...but most of them belong to him, right?"
Aluojin may want to make the memory look like Sheng Lingyuan's own, so what he recalls is the things between the two of them, but the details of those young people getting along are too vivid, as if someone can't wait to tell him the rise and fall of the witch race The truth of the truth, almost a little "confidant", is still exposed.
Xuan Ji glanced at the boss next to him, feeling that the word "confide" might not be in his dictionary.
Sure enough, Sheng Lingyuan replied with a motionless expression: "Well, not bad."
"In addition to emptying your mind, you just try to match his emotions and try to lure him to show up." Xuan Ji said coldly, "This is the first time I have talked too much, saying that it was unnatural for you two to escape from the Yaozu when you were young. Did you get the inspiration to put a shit bowl on my head?"
Sheng Lingyuan replied frankly: "That's not true. It was my negligence to be drawn into the curse. It's really cramped. Of course, I can use whatever I have at hand."
Xuan Ji: "..."
Thank you so much for your compliment!
Xuan Ji gritted her teeth and said, "So you wanted to lead me to talk about life, but you didn't really want to discuss philosophical issues with me at all, did you?"
Sheng Lingyuan: "People in the world love to listen to private matters, but you like to pretend to be smart. Once you consciously see through the conspiracy layout, you will involuntarily point out the country."
"And then I'd sound more suspicious to him."
Sheng Lingyuan smiled: "But you always express surprise, which is very interesting."
"You know that the genocide of witches is Aluojin's most tragic memory. He is most likely to lose his mind at this time, and deliberately inserts a Danli's perspective in a non-obtrusive way."
"Imagine that I am him," Sheng Lingyuan said flatly, "I was taught by him."
Xuan Ji smiled wryly: "Yes, there are only you, me, and A Luojin in Suhui, with three perspectives, whose is the remaining one? A Luojin would think, of course it belongs to me!"
"Danli hides his head and shows his tail, and lives under a human skin mask all his life," Sheng Lingyuan said, "I didn't take off his mask until I sent him to prison and beheaded him. Underneath was a bloody face with indistinguishable features, which I had never seen before." Let me borrow your face for his real face."
He used a correct accent for these words, and when Aluojin, who was pinned there by him, heard about Danli's death, his eyebrows finally wavered.
"Danli has been dead for thousands of years," Sheng Lingyuan gently raised his hand to cover A Luojin's eyes, "you and I are the same. In this world, people and demons are not distinguished, and there has been no war for nearly a hundred years. Chiyuan Huo It's already gone, Aluojin..."
A Luojin spit out witch man language, speaking very slowly, every word was paused, so that Xuan Ji could tell that this was what he said before he died in his memory.
Xuan Ji: "What did he say?"
Sheng Lingyuan didn't answer, and drove the last nail into the center of Aluojin's eyebrows. Aluojin finally stopped moving, and the light in his shining eyes gradually dimmed and closed.
Sheng Lingyuan picked up this terrifying body, flew into the sarcophagus in the middle of the pool, and put him back again. Immediately, he flicked his sleeves, and the gloomy sacrificial text on the stone platform fell apart.
Xuan Ji didn't go there, there was still a mark on his neck that Aluojin had pinched out, and he watched the demon from a distance, pretending to be—Sheng Lingyuan lay on the coffin, staring at Aluojin for a long time.
As if he cared.
"I said, Your Majesty," Xuan Ji became impatient after waiting for a while, folded his arms in front of his chest, and said half mockingly, "You have put on this curtain call pose for five minutes, enough for the audience to complete eight rounds of photos, and withdraw Bar."
Sheng Lingyuan seemed to have just been awakened, raised his hand to push the coffin lid, and slowly straightened up.
At this moment, his elbow on the bronze coffin softened, Sheng Lingyuan turned his head abruptly, covered his mouth—
Blood seeped from between his fingers.