Qin Ye stared at that hand in a trance. It took a long time to let go. He knew that if he did it again, he would make the same choice.
The world has entered silence again, and the Great Inner Demon Trial is like an infinite reincarnation. When one is over, there is only endless darkness in the remaining time.
Qin Ye didn't waste this time. There are no rules for the Inner Demon Trial. All the rules must be found by himself. He can't waste any time.
"First of all, the first rule is - this is a scene from the past, it belongs to 'already happened'. It cannot be changed. Any changes, delayed actions, will be judged to fail."
"Second rule that is not a rule: other than that, everything is allowed."
He groaned.
It seems simple, but it's not easy at all. For a Tiandao-certified "invincible magic", this is too easy.
People are impulsive, but not always impulsive. He can be sure that next time, he will not stop everything.
This shot is a farewell to his past.
It's a resistance to what was once powerless.
It is a tribute to the grandfather who does not know where his soul goes.
However. As the Lord of the Underworld of China, his position, his responsibilities, destined him to cut love with a sword.
"Grandpa..." He sighed faintly. Grandpa's voice, face and smile were about to come to his mind again. At this moment, his eyes suddenly flashed, he suddenly raised his head and looked around in shock.
He... can't remember Grandpa's face!
No... More than that, he can't even remember his experiences from childhood to adulthood!
Aside from his name, his background... I didn't have a single impression of his career until he was fifteen years old!
"This is..." The sudden shock caused a fine layer of goose skin all over his body, he couldn't believe it, looked at the top of his head, and murmured, "Is this the so-called magic..."
The Great Trial of Heart Demon finally revealed its hideous fangs!
"There is no limit on the number of times... Because it does not require a limit on the number of times. Every time you fail, the price is loss of memory?" He rubbed his chin lightly, his expression extremely solemn: "I have only lived for more than 120 years, and I still don't know the next time. Will there be an increase in lost memories. If at worst... next time lost memories double. Then..."
Up to three more chances!
Worst outcome: next time, lose 30 years of memory. Next time, lose sixty years of memory. Then the third time... even if he came up with a crucial cracking method, he couldn't remember it at all!
Then... it was formed: every time you entered the Great Trial of Inner Demons, it was equivalent to entering for the first time, and it was impossible to decipher it at all! Thus achieving... Infinite Reincarnation!
Really lost!
At this moment, he is like being alone among wolves at night. Across the thick black screen, there are countless packs of wolves behind him. If he is not careful, they will rush up to tear his throat.
"Up to three times." A drop of cold sweat fell from his forehead, and the hand he was holding was pinched dead white. Before he knew it, the fangs of the wolf pack had approached his throat, which made people feel sharp.
what to do
Funiu Mountain Tai Sui was born, and what happened later is still unknown. That is probably the key to the Great Trial of Heart Demons! And he doesn't have the confidence to get rid of all the hindrances in one go.
And the next time I fail... Even if I lose fifteen years, I won't remember having eaten Tai Sui! The only advantage will be lost, and then... I'm afraid I will be lost immediately!
Silent murder, he has been cornered.
However, before he could finish thinking, the surrounding void suddenly blurred again. One after another, white rays of light cut through the darkness, like a genesis.
The third trial of demons begins!
"How could it be so fast!" Qin Ye gritted his teeth, and the familiar dizziness struck again. After the dizziness disappeared, he opened his eyes immediately.
Sure enough, he was already lying on the straw bed.
"Grandpa's not here, he's on his way back, I'm going out now, and I'll meet Ye Xianzu asking for directions." All the clues quickly flashed through his mind. He moved, but did not stand up.
He only had nearly an hour from when his grandfather came back to when he came out of the mountain again.
This hour, he had to come up with a solution. Nothing can hold his mind.
If he can't think of it, he will forget the next ten years. I can no longer remember the scenes that happened that year, and all doubts will be covered up in the past. If it is said, now he has a 50% chance of passing the Great Trial of Inner Demons. But if it fails this time, then... definitely less than 10%!
What to do... What can we do to break this predicament
His thoughts had never been so active before, and soon, the voice of grandfather talking softly came from outside the door. He has already met Ye Xianzu. Coming in soon!
Qin Ye's straw was almost broken by Qin Ye. He desperately recalled his advantages: neither life nor death... Seeing through Yin and Yang... Such an advantage... What would he do when he encounters memory loss? What can be done
A picture, a guess, a familiar person keeps flashing in his mind. Suddenly, his pupils shrank fiercely.
He remembered someone.
Lee Jung Sook.
She... lost her memory at least six times, but now, she is still her.
Xia Jinse.
What she does is...
Qin Ye immediately turned over and jumped up, quickly rushed into the kitchen, found the sickle, and slashed it into his hand.
However, at this moment, his hand... was unable to move for half a minute!
In the kitchen, Qin Ye gritted his teeth and pressed his hand down desperately. However, in mid-air, like an invisible giant hand, it firmly held his hand. Make it impossible for him to implement the following plan at all.
He immediately threw away the scythe, and the yin energy on his fingertips gathered and slashed toward his arm again.
However, the moment the yin qi touched the skin, it immediately vanished.
"Heh..." A sneer hung on the corner of his mouth, and after a few seconds, he wiped his arm fiercely, and cursed from between his teeth: "Damn!"
Memories must not be recorded in any form... This is probably the third rule of the Inner Demon Trial.
No, to be precise, there are only two rules for the Inner Demon Trial.
First, any action that alters the memory event is judged to fail.
Second, any attempt to record a memory event is judged a failure.
It seems simple, but when combined together, coupled with the penalty for failure, it has become an unsolvable defense!
"Dog Dan! You... what are you doing?" Grandpa's voice came from his ear, and Qin Ye suddenly woke up. Looking back, Qin Zhongguo was surprised to see the wrist he was holding, and the sickle that fell to the ground and was obviously passed over.
"It's nothing." Qin Ye pulled out an unnatural smile: "I'm just a little hungry, I want to see if there is anything to eat."
He knew what Grandpa thought in an instant, but he had no reason to commit suicide, so he could easily prevaricate more.
Sure enough, Qin Zhongguo didn't continue to ask, but heaved a sigh of relief, and patted his head lovingly: "Everything will be fine... Come on, grandpa just picked some wild vegetables, let's have a good meal."
Seeing Qin Zhongguo's busy back, Qin Ye gritted his teeth.
He doesn't want to give up!
He can't guarantee that he will be able to break through the Great Inner Demon Trial this time, and he must record his memory!
"Grandpa..." After taking a deep breath, he pretended to say calmly, "Do you have a pen? I suddenly remembered something and wanted to write it down."
If you can't record it yourself, can you let others record it
When I entered the Grand Judgment of Inner Demons again, when I saw these words, can I...can I recall it again
"No." Qin Zhongguo turned around inexplicably: "How can there be such a thing... Wouldn't it be enough to go out and pick up two branches and carve them on the wall? Isn't that what you used to do?"
"Good, wait for grandpa to cook first, but you can't starve good grandson."
Qin Ye raised his head and took a deep breath.
No... still no!
If you ask grandpa to record, the other party will definitely agree. But... This will delay the time to go up the mountain, Tai Sui appears only less than three minutes. Procrastinate...and fail!
How to do it... how to do it
His hands sank into the black hair, and he combed it ruthlessly, his eyes slightly red. Reflected in the light of the burning earthen stove, there was even some hideousness.
I can't write myself, my grandfather can't write, and now I can write... only... Ye Xianzu
However, if these things are said, even if the other party records it, it will directly destroy everything after that!
After eating Tai Sui, what happened in that "Taoist Temple"
Ye Xianzu is definitely one of the core characters!
Who else
Who else can record? At least... let him try the idea!
There was silence, save for the occasional crackling of firewood and grandpa's cough from the kitchen. Qin Ye, however, seemed to hear the clack of the second hand in the air, making people feel cold.
I don't know how long it took, Qin Zhongguo came out, holding a bowl of soup, and said with a smile: "Come on, dog egg, eat. After drinking the porridge, you won't be hungry anymore, darling..."
He didn't go on.
He brought Qin Ye up with one hand, and of course he was familiar with the character of the other party. Half the lad, eating poor Lao Tzu, when there is something to eat, the other party can ignore it without asking, but has a thoughtful look on his face. That... this is really not a light thing to do.
"Dog Dan." With a sigh, he put down the bowl, walked to Qin Ye's side, and patted his shoulder: "It's a good thing to want to read."
"However, we have to eat before we can have the strength."
"Now, what are the... pens used in the city. Although we can't afford it, but... brushes, pencils, maybe one or two. Be obedient, ah, eat first, tomorrow grandpa will fight for a fat rabbit and go down the mountain Give you something to change?"
He was about to persuade a few words, however, Qin Ye's head had already turned around mechanically. Blinking his eyes, he jumped up suddenly.
Pen… Brush… Pencil…
Can't write by myself...
And here, his only advantage is: the memory is still there, the realm is still there.
So... there is just one thing, maybe... that can really achieve this goal!
Thinking is like a cold spring bursting, pouring thousands of miles. He pretended to nod, and while grandpa went out to talk to Ye Xianzu, he grabbed his hand lightly in the air. A silver brush appeared quietly.
destiny!