The people hanging upside down above their heads were talking one after another.
He sounded like countless times, echoing each other, and then smiled softly. The smile was getting closer and further away in the crunching swing of the rope, and it became sharper and sharper, and finally it seemed that the whole forbidden area was laughing strangely.
The laugh lasted for quite a while, and then stopped abruptly at Tianxiu Shangxian's pretty face.
The entire temple fell into dead silence amidst the silent gaze...
Although the scene was extremely weird, the hindrance demon thought it was funny.
Wu Xingxue stopped smiling before Xiao Fuxuan looked over, and asked seriously, "Who are you?"
The sling was dangling, and those people turned slowly. Because he was hung for too long, his body, neck and even his face were stretched so long that it was really difficult to recognize his original shape.
"I?"
"Who am I?"
"Hahahahaha."
When he heard the question, Zhihe laughed again, and stopped abruptly after a while, whispering in a whispering voice—
"I am already dead."
"Nonsense, I'm still alive."
"That's both dead and alive."
"Hey… "
Knowing who let out a deep sigh, everyone followed suit, one after another, it was very comfortable to hear.
Wu Xingxue frowned, feeling that these people were the same as the demons, ghosts, and even the summoned people in the Great Sad Valley he had seen before.
The demons and inferior ones can talk, and they seem to be ignorant, they only know how to be hungry and eat. The powerful ones are no different from others, learning from living people to confuse the real with the fake, and can tell the difference without any ability. As for the people who were called to harm, when they were not exposed, they spoke clearly.
It was the first time he met such a person, and it was really difficult to chat.
"What is he?" Wu Xingxue teased Xiao Fuxuan and asked quietly.
"Yes." Xiao Fuxuan said.
There are many rare things in the world, with different shapes and spirits, and the gods may have seen everything and recognize it at a glance. Tianxiu Shangxian didn't talk much at all, and he also liked to talk about empty words, only conjectures and things that can be determined, and asking is "knowing".
The habit has been famous in Xiandu for a long time, but it always breaks the merits repeatedly in the same person.
"Then you are talking nonsense." Wu Xingxue said.
Xiao Fuxuan: "..."
Xiao Fuxuan: "Bound."
Wu Xingxue: "Oh? What is that?"
The demon head just listened attentively with an appearance of "Shangxian is really powerful".
Gongde Tianxiu Shangxian broke the jar and said: "Ordinary people use their souls to cycle through life and death. When they die, their souls go to the next round. Flowers fall, and the cycle goes back and forth. But the soul and the body are not always the same. Some people are physically dead, but because they made a promise and their obsessions have not disappeared, their souls have gone for a long time, and they still live like living people. This is called obsession. If it is bound by a certain reason, if it can be released, it becomes a bondage."
Xiao Fuxuan said: "Looking at his appearance, he looks a bit like Bie."
When Wu Xingxue heard "persistence", she felt okay, after all, her own obsessions were scattered and she was willing to leave. When he heard "bound", his expression faded...
He stopped and asked: "The soul is bound, what about the physical body?"
Xiao Fuxuan said: "In the place where he often lives, death and death can also be separated, and it is very difficult to distinguish."
Wu Xingxue: "You still find it hard to tell? Why? Like a dead person, without the breath of a corpse?"
Xiao Fuxuan recalled the few sporadic "bondages" he had seen, and explained: "Those bound bodies always die, and they don't know what happened to them. Over time, they will deceive themselves."
"What kind of deception?"
"He will grow repeatedly."
Wu Xingxue was taken aback when he heard this: "You mean...the body grows again from the time the baby was born?"
"It must be from infancy, and it must grow into old age. Individuals are different."
Wu Xingxue's shape really felt weird—a body without a soul, no different from a walking dead, but he could be caught in the crowd of living people. He has a growth process, he will change his appearance with the years, he will talk and laugh with people.
"That's really hard to distinguish between gods..." Wu Xingxue said: "It's the people who are close to me, maybe they will find out after decades."
But whoever finds out will probably be scared to death!
Try the person next to you, or your relatives at home, or your neighbors, who used to meet and talk and laugh every day, but one day suddenly realized that he might already be alive... How many ordinary people can bear such a shock
However, the most painful should still be himself.
Wu Xingxue suddenly felt that the hanged people were pitiful, and he raised his head and asked, "How long have you been hanging?"
Those people turned in the wind, sometimes turning their backs to him, and sometimes slowly turning to the front. Because of the hanging upside down, the corners of his lips were drawn to the sides of his cheeks, like a weird, controlled smile.
"I... I remember."
"It's been a long time, really a long time."
"Nearly a hundred years?"
Wu Xingxue thought to himself: "It's strange that some people who are hanging upside down talk like that. Sometimes they say that they are alive, and sometimes they say that they are dead. They talk all over the place but don't know what to do." Anyone who has their soul drawn out and locked in a ghostly place for a hundred years will probably also look like a gods and gods talking and muddled.
"Then where were you born?" Wu Xingxue asked again.
In fact, he had hoped for something, and he didn't think that some people would be able to tell the reason, and he probably answered "forgot", "remembered" or something like that.
Who would have thought that he would say—
"Langzhou."
"Guizhou."
"People from the West Garden."
"Move the foot of the mountain."
…
All kinds of answers flooded the sky and covered the sky like a tide, and the big devil could hear his head buzzing.
"Okay..." Wu Xingxue said, "I see."
It's all over the world, you are everywhere.
Wu Xingxue pondered in his heart.
Inside is a temple, and it is easy for people to find things like sacrifices and offerings. These bound spirits are mostly for purposes.
He also asked "Who are you tied to", "Why did you pick you?" He was opening his mouth, but Xiao Fuxuan held him back.
Tianxiu Shangxian seemed to be able to see through what he was doing, and said proactively: "Some can be mentioned, for example..."
He paused for a moment, turned his head close to Wu Xingxue's ear, and said in a low voice, "The Lord of Resentment."
Wu Xingxue: "..."
He knew it was for those who hung upside down to hear, but...
The devil closed his eyes for a moment, and asked again after a while: "What?"
Xiao Fuxuan's faint voice was still extremely low: "It's easy to arouse resentment if you mention it, and you haven't figured out the forbidden area, so you should act rashly."
Devil: "OK..."
He listened to the words honestly, and when Xiao Fuxuan stood up straight, he put on his cloak, and the fox fur covered most of his ears.
While the two were whispering, those people hanging upside down on the beams were still swinging slowly, no matter how they moved, those eyes were fixed on the two people who broke into the forbidden area. The tails of his eyes were drawn very long, and when he squinted out of the corners of his eyes, he looked gloomy and focused.
He watched for a while, and some of them suddenly shook their shoulders.
Then, more people moved quietly—there were countless flesh-colored branches hanging down from the dense crowd, like an upside-down dense forest.
If you look closely, you can find that it is actually a branch, but an elongated boneless arm.
Those people slowly opened their mouths, and those arms moved like snakes, stretching out towards the two of them.
The entire temple was still very quiet, and the person who was speaking seemed unaware, and he didn't even turn his head.
The big devil said seriously, "But I still have a question."
Xiao Fuxuan's eyes moved slightly: "Say."
"What if someone provokes you first?" the devil asked calmly.
"Then we can only... kill." Xiao Fuxuan said, he picked up the hilt with his thumb, and the long sword drew a very beautiful arc in his hand. blade.
He didn't turn his head back, and the cold blade swept away.
Countless "噗味" sounded at the same time, and the thousands of vine-like long arms could barely stop behind the two of them, only a hair's breadth away, but no matter how close—it fell all over the ground amidst the screams.
The next moment, those cold blades turned, and with a strong killing intent, they went straight to those people who were hanging upside down.
He writhed wildly but avoided it at all, howling repressively when the cold light was on top of his head: "Ahhhh—"
However, those cold lights stopped the moment they touched his scalp!
He could clearly feel that since he was stabbed in two, but it was too late to see Jianmang take a step closer, the feeling of waiting was the most tormenting. It made him tremble all over, and even the rope creaked.
"It's so easy to wait until someone comes, catch you and hang you up, and replace you?" Wu Xingxue raised his head and asked.
"..."
Those people were still trembling, but they said a word. The entire temple was dead silent, representing a certain acquiescence.
Wu Xingxue was also angry. He obviously hasn't touched the scene a few times, but he feels strange for no reason. Those people who are stuffed like boys, as well as the souls who are bound, always find other unlucky people to replace them.
It's a coincidence that they all found the wrong person.
Wu Xingxue glanced at Xiao Fuxuan and asked, "Can I do a business with him?"
Xiao Fuxuan: "...Did I stop you?"
Wu Xingxue raised her face again in satisfaction: "Come on, you've stayed in the forbidden area for a long time to get familiar with it. Tell me the situation in the forbidden area honestly, and I'll untie the spirit bondage for you."
Unexpectedly, those faces looked at him slowly: "You solved it."
Wu Xingxue asked, "How can you be sure?"
Those people stretched their necks, carefully stared at those sword glows, and repeated firmly: "You just undo it."
Just as Wu Xingxue asked again, he suddenly saw a very strange soul in the hanged man's soul. Compared with the other hanged people, that person seemed to be more awake, and his eyes were not so cloudy and dirty.
"Look at that person." Wu Xingxue poked Xiao Fuxuan, motioning him to look at the special one, "What's wrong with him?"
Xiao Fuxuan said: "It should be that the physical body is about to wake up, so the soul is struggling hard."
The body is about to wake up
"You mean, that body is about to realize that it is already a living person?" Wu Xingxue asked.
"Yes, you may have realized it."
The man struggled, his face was twisted and even turned upside down, the huge bags under his eyes made him almost open his eyes. He looked in the direction of Wu Xingxue and Xiao Fuxuan with difficulty, opened and closed his mouth, but couldn't say anything.
After a while, he called out: "I'm so uncomfortable..."
Wu Xingxue stared at the bags under her eyes, and was suddenly taken aback.
"I know who he is now." He grabbed Xiao Fuxuan and whispered.
Before, the face was hanging upside down and drawn very long, so it was extremely difficult to recognize. After a while, he turned over in a twitch, and the huge bags under the eyes were there again, and the two finally found a familiar shadow on his face.
That is the shopkeeper of the inn.
In an instant, Wu Xingxue almost realized it.
What innkeeper will appear here
But before he got up from the forbidden area again, the innkeeper seemed to be able to say what he said, and everything seemed to be connected—
What if these bound souls are sacrifices? If he is taken out of the soul, it is to let his physical body exist forever, covering a certain place for a long time, can he be separated after death
What if the banning of the Shenmu is not an understatement as in the legend, but relying only on some formations, one forbidden area, but on many people? And the innkeeper is just the one who just happens to be at the entrance.
Wu Xingxue suddenly gave birth to a terrifying—
Xiao Fuxuan said that some souls are "bound" by being pulled away, and the physical body will continue to live in place and grow repeatedly. At first glance, it is no different from a living person. It is difficult to distinguish even gods, but it is easier for neighbors to detect it.
But what if the neighbors are also "bound"? What if the neighbors you see every day are "bound"
Does that mean no one will notice right away
He forgot who once said that Luohuatai is really an excellent place in the world, no matter how "chaotic" the discussion room is, it can still be regarded as a comfortable place, full of excitement and chatter.
Others said that maybe the aura of the Shenmu was still there back then, protecting that place all the time.
Now, that's actually not normal. There is no reason why living people are affected by "chaos".
But what if the entire mountain city is bound? What if the hustle and bustle had died long ago, just locked there forever, day after day, year after year, and the scene of the city of lights on the third day of March
Just like those soulless bodies, doing everything in self-deception - growing, growing old, talking and laughing with people.
Wu Xingxue's face was as sinking as water, and his eyes swept across the densely packed faces.
Looking again, he finally found a few more familiar faces—the fat waiter at the inn, and even the tea stand guy who yelled at him when he first fell into Huashan City, the storyteller with extremely high cheekbones, and the explainer. The waiter who turned over a cart full of makeup...
In the end, he even had some clarity as to whether it was Ji Zizi who was identifying those people. Wu Xingxue had also identified those people one by one back then.
Those are all the lively and noisy faces on the Luohuatai. He once lit a candle, and the Twelve Mile Mountains were illuminated day and night, and the long lights were like dragons.
That was the Luohuashan City that he had praised with many people.
He was born there.