The monstrous hatred mixed with anger hit me, and I fell into silence for a while.
I wiped my face with both hands, and wiped away the wet tears. I wanted to persuade Xuanyuan Lingyin, but I couldn't say a word.
"Hua'er..."
The pervert grabbed my hand tightly and looked at me with some concern. I lowered my head, not knowing what to do.
Chris sighed regretfully, and said, "Miss Xuanyuan, it's been so long, it's time to let go."
Sure enough, just as he said these words, Xuanyuan Lingyin exploded instantly like a lit firecracker.
"Let it go? How do I let it go?"
She dragged her baggy robe and approached Chris, her white pupils fixed on him firmly.
There was a stern smile on the corner of her mouth, which broke my heart again.
"Forgive? Forgive? Are you going to persuade me like this next?"
Xuanyuan Lingyin's body was full of deep sorrow, she turned her face away, even if she is not a living person now, maybe she can't even be called an ordinary undead, she is an evil ghost.
But when she moved her hands and gestures, the various elegant and demure movements and temperament I saw in her memory did not diminish in the slightest.
She just tilted her head slightly or raised her head, which was so pleasing to the eye.
"I don't know if you have relatives or clansmen."
Xuanyuan Lingyin's voice suddenly softened, and she said bitterly, even though I couldn't see her lovely black pupils like autumn water, I could feel her eyes.
"Have you ever experienced the hopelessness of seeing them being killed with your own eyes, but being helpless? You haven't." She exhaled and asked herself there.
I could only stare at her in a daze, the scene I had just seen was still in my mind.
A prosperous big clan was wiped out overnight by the Five Kingdoms, and Xuanyuan Lingyin changed from an immature and soft woman to what it is now.
"So, you can't empathize."
I feel very sad, very sad, I seem to be able to see Xuanyuan Lingyin's state of mind at this moment, as if there is an inexplicable thread connecting us with her.
"Miss Xuanyuan, I..."
"Shut up!" She suddenly gave Chris a vicious look, opened her mouth, and a cloud of black air floated out of her dark little mouth.
"Forgive? Then who will forgive my dead people?! You? You? Or you?"
She pointed at us with her long-nailed index finger and nodded one by one, her eyebrows raised high.
When I saw her heart-piercing look, I couldn't help but feel heartbroken, and I couldn't help but say: "I can understand! I can!"
"Of course you can, Backtracker."
She swayed towards me, but I was stopped behind by the pervert beside me. His tall body directly separated me from her.
Xuanyuan Lingyin glanced at the pervert, and stopped in a little fear. I could vaguely hear the tinkling of the copper bell on her ankle.
"Sexy, it's okay, she won't hurt me."
I knew she wouldn't do anything to me from the moment she said I was a backtracker.
I know that it is usually the souls of the dead who ask me for help, so that I can see what the souls of the dead have suffered before and enter their memories.
Xuanyuan Lingyin actually just wanted people to feel the pain she had suffered, hoped to be understood, and hoped that someone could bear it with her.
She grinned suddenly, her face was a little ferocious, which made people shudder.
"Let me show you something nice."
As soon as she finished speaking, a transparent figure slowly rose from the altar, and a very faint white light hit him.
All of us looked in that direction involuntarily, but An Xuan clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and shouted: "This is Xu Mang's ancestor!"
Undoubtedly, the man in the simple clothes could vaguely see some similarities with Xu Mang in his brows. He was not very old, only in his thirties or forties.
His eyes were closed tightly, and his soul just floated in mid-air.
"How about it, this thing is perfect." Xuanyuan Lingyin's words were full of joy and joy, she pointed her finger in the direction of the soul body, and with a random hook, the soul floated over quickly.
"After my death, I have been guarding this place and staying in this home that I love most. After so many years, our family has been buried underground, but my hatred has not disappeared."
"Look, this man is the descendant of the man who killed my people! I worked hard to summon this descendant of sinners to this place with altars and rituals, and took the lifeline of their family into my own hands. inside."
She clenched her slender fingers, but her voice was extremely sinister: "Let me be slaughtered."
Xuanyuan Lingyin turned her head, with a creepy smile on her face, squinting her eyes, and asked in a mysterious tone: "Do you know what is buried in the cemetery above?"
I suddenly thought of the encyclopedia I read on the plane before. It seems that the burials in this cemetery are all former rich and powerful families.
She laughed suddenly, and I felt my scalp go numb.
"As expected of Xu's family, it's a pity that their family still enjoyed luxury and wealth until later." She sighed, but I couldn't hear the regret in her words.
Then, a huge thunder bombed directly on the hearts of all of us!
"In the cemetery above, all the descendants of those who killed our family are buried."
After she finished speaking, her eyes instantly bent into crescent shapes, and she burst out laughing, black dead air continuously spewing out from her mouth, which contrasted sharply with her pale skin, which was very terrifying.
I was in a cold sweat by her words, and I didn't miss An Xuan's body trembling, Chris's face became even more gloomy, the pointer on the Solomon's Disc in his hand was constantly swaying from side to side, turning back and forth from time to time. Trembling twice.
I thought that there would be no more shocks, but I guessed wrong.
I underestimated the power of a person's hatred, it's like a flood, it's turbulent, irresistible, continuous, more and more fierce!
"Do you know where this place used to be?"
She suddenly changed the subject again, and the three of us looked at each other, because we didn't know how to interrupt or speak, so we could only listen to the Xuanyuan priestess' self-statement there.
But when we first arrived here, there were indeed many doubts and strange points.
Including the pervert's hesitation to speak before, and the man-made array arrangement around here, which makes the Feng Shui here excellent.
"This used to be the place where my Xuanyuan clan lived."
I already had this guess, but after she said it, I felt even more shocked! I glanced at the pervert. He kept telling me what he had been hiding from me just now, did he just want to tell me this
The people who killed the Xuanyuan clan and their descendants are buried in the cemetery above. Putting it this way...
"Let their descendants stay here and pay homage to my dead clansmen. Since they dare to despise the power of our Xuanyuan clan, they should be paid!"
I frowned, and couldn't help thinking of things similar to this incident before.
Yu Gong's family has been cursed for generations, but his memory is not very clear about the saint at that time.
So I roughly guessed that the so-called saint or witch is actually just a synonym, maybe that family doesn't have any special power at all.
But this incident is different, the Xuanyuan clan is really a big family with special abilities.
From the memory, it can be seen that Xuanyuan Lingyin can become the high priest of the family not only because her father is the patriarch.
Her ability is enough for her to bear the title of "High Priest".
And the third eye that she opened at the time of her most grief and hatred. Even if I close my eyes now, the ritual scene that shocked me still flashes before my eyes.
The blood of the Mandi people gathered at the altar and merged with the blood on her body.
In fact, we were all wrong about the whole thing. Xuanyuan Lingyin has always lived here, and the souls of Xu Mang's ancestors have been imprisoned here by Xuanyuan Lingyin, unable to reincarnate.
Perhaps, there is a more terrifying possibility.
That is the souls of the people buried in the cemetery, all controlled by Xuanyuan Lingyin, unable to return to the underworld.
Chris said before that "demons dance wildly" and "more than one hundred years of Taoism", I think the possibility is very high.
The strength and spiritual power of everyone in the Xuanyuan clan gathered on Xuanyuan Lingyin, which meant that she became an amazing existence.
I looked at her with a complicated expression, hesitated for a while, gritted my teeth, and couldn't help but say: "When is the time for retribution, did you get any relief by doing this?"
Xuanyuan Lingyin sneered, seemingly regretful.
"I thought that if I let you see the memory of my life, you would share my hatred and support my decision, but I was wrong."
Her eyes darkened, and she said coldly: "You are no different from some people who pretend to be kind but are actually looking for their own interests."
She opened her arms and shouted happily: "Of course I am relieved. Don't mention how happy I am now. Those who harmed my family and relatives are now under my control."
"I want them to have no children and grandchildren, so I will kill them. If I want them to be wiped out, I will be wiped out. The fate is all in my hands."
Chris seemed to be unable to see it any longer. She continued to be half-mad and half-crazed, and said in a slow voice: "Miss Xuanyuan, although I sympathize with your experience, but that era is no longer, and you have passed away."
"The grievances in life, why do you still persist after death, put down the grievances, and go to reincarnation."
To be honest, I agree with Chris's suggestion.
Moreover, I know that as long as she drinks the soup made by Sister Meng Po, she will be able to forget all her sorrows and pains. Maybe in the next life, she will find a good family, maybe in our time.
She can have a perfect family, have enough food and clothing, live an ordinary life, have her own friends, and her own life.
There is no such a big burden, and there is no such a big responsibility. You only need to live a stable life, and when you reach the end of your life, you will start a new round of reincarnation.
She doesn't have to be so persistent.
However, we "modern people" may not be able to understand some of the beliefs and obsessions of their time.