The girl's figure began to become abstract, and her limbs began to take on the appearance of a twisted giant.
She lowered her hands and hid her swollen forearms behind her back.
"That old man, is he some kind of divine creature?"
"yes……"
"You told me before." She smiled softly: "You told me that those gods and creatures are the most difficult to deal with, and their rules are difficult to predict."
She tilted her head and stepped back step by step: "But I also remember that you said that you would not do anything that you are not sure of. Since He will appear here, it is probably your plan.
From now until the end of the ceremony, you will have about three hours. I don't know what you are going to do, but if you want to do it, just do it quickly. "
Chen Qing's brows were furrowed. He stared at the girl who was retreating step by step. He couldn't help but feel nervous: "Why did you help me?"
She looked at Chen Qing and grinned, but the smile was not pretty: "There was a stupid girl who had too strong will during her lifetime."
"Are you leaving? Where are you going!"
She shook her head: "I can't go anywhere."
She looked at Chen Qing and her voice was a little softer: "Don't keep staring at me."
Chen Qing took a breath before continuing to ask: "Why do you have memories? Who are you?"
The girl explained with a smile: "I am me, I am her, but I am not entirely her. I came from her and inherited some unforgettable memories.
That's it. "
"You...if that's the case, does the knowledge you know about promotion also come from her?"
She shook her head in denial: "No. These memories are what I was born with.
Just like humans know that they need to eat to grow up, non-relics also know that they need to improve their class. This makes sense. "
Chen Qing nodded and asked again: "What's the difference between carrying memories... and getting recognition?
Why would you say that to me.
Also... admitting that this is a very subjective judgment. How does this quantify conditions.
as well as……"
Chen Qing was silent for a while, then continued to ask: "Since the promotion of non-relics does not rely on carrying memory, why did I lose this part of the memory content alone after I came in."
Cen Nianyan listened to his words and slightly kneaded her eyebrows. Her expression was clearly similar to that of a certain young man.
Chen Qing was stunned for a few seconds and saw a little bit of himself in her body.
"I'll answer you one by one. Carrying memories is certainly feasible, but it is by no means the only criterion.
Recognition is really subjective, but to put it bluntly..."
Before she finished speaking, she stopped speaking: "Actually, it's still a rule."
She looked at Chen Qing, pointed at the other person's mouth, and then continued: "The rules are always objective. And the in-depth reason... I will tell you when we have the opportunity to meet in the future.
As for the memory loss you mentioned...that really has nothing to do with me. You need to see what that scion did to you.
He must have done something.
He hopes that this promotion ceremony will fail, and He hopes that you will leave intact.
He hopes that you can lose some of the props needed for the promotion ceremony.
But He obviously didn't expect it. "
The girl tilted her head and stuck out her tongue: "He didn't expect that you and I are on the same side."
"Is this... really good?"
He listened to the girl's words with a look of shame on his face. He gritted his teeth and shook his head before saying: "In the final analysis...it's me..."
"But I am not her after all!" Cen Nianyan interrupted him: "I am not her! The memory she left for me is not the hatred before her death.
Believe it or not, it's her memory that's stopping me from giving you a hard time.
She's the one asking me to take a side with you.
All I can say is...even before she died, the biggest and most paranoid thought in her memory was still you. "
He took a deep breath and shook his head slightly: "Do you decide the time I can move in this space?"
"That's not true." She touched her lips, as if calculating something: "You have about six hours this time, and it should be almost half of the time now.
That's why I asked you to hurry up. "
"Three hours?!" His face was stunned, and he turned to look at the clock stand on the side. On it, the elapsed time seemed to match the count in her mouth.
"Okay...if that's the case...then I don't have a problem."
Cen Nianyan nodded when she heard this, and the smile on her face seemed to be a little stronger. She stepped back step by step, and the wall behind Chen Qing also began to shrink and deform.
He turned his head, and the desk that was originally placed against the wall was now empty.
And a dark corridor replaced the original wall, leading to another room.
"Go ahead. You have an hour to be in the room with Him."
When Chen Qing was about to step into the corridor, Cen Nianyan's voice came from behind Chen Qing.
The sound was far enough away for him to hear it.
He was obviously stunned for a moment, and the expression on his face became a little more solemn.
He frowned, always feeling that something was wrong.
He walked forward and when he reached the corner where the light shone, he saw the old man in the center of the room.
He was stooped and stared at the corridor with eyes like a snake. He was laughing, but there was nothing cheerful or kind in his laughter.
"Are you here?" He looked at Chen Qing and said impatiently: "You want to kill me?! You want to kill me! Do you think you can kill me?! Ah!"
Chen Qing's face frowned, and his brows formed a Sichuan shape.
He listened to the ridicule in his ears, but felt even more worried because of it.
The two were only a few meters apart, but curiosity arose in Chen Qing's heart.
"You seem to be in a hurry? Are you in a hurry to die?" He looked at the old man and suddenly smiled.
"What?"
"I said, are you in a hurry to die?" Chen Qing squatted down, as if he understood something in his heart.
Correspondingly, there was some worry on the old man's face.
"What are you talking about...what makes me rush to go..."
"Okay, let's catch up on old times." He waved his hand and interrupted the old man's nonsense: "You were staring at me in the earth building."
He was silent for a moment and nodded: "Yes."
"Did Jiang Wan throw you into the sand at that time? Didn't you die?"
"Dead. But I can be reborn in the main world." The look on his face seemed a little anxious. He wanted to speak first, but found that he could not ask anything.
"So you stayed with me?"
"Yes...but also no."
He suddenly smiled: "Do you know why you came in here?"
"Stop you."
"What's stopping me?"
"Preventing you from being promoted."
He was filled with emotion and couldn't help but say: "What a good boy who answers every question."
His expression was warm and angry, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, he retracted it.
"But that's not right."
This time, Chen Qing started talking to himself before he could answer.
"Actually, your presence here is not what you wanted in your heart."
He looked at the old man in front of him and suddenly grinned: "I don't know what the promotion ceremony will bring. I don't know what the promotion ceremony will cause. Even I don't know why you came to stop me.
Because the non-relics after promotion will cause resistance to you? "
He shook his head. After listening to Chen Qing's words, the old man's expression turned extremely bad.
"It's impossible. This is just an E-level promotion ceremony. She has no way to stop you. Since it's not the result, it can only be the act itself."
He looked at the old man, and the old god continued: "She once said that this is a world where truth is used to construct lies.
Then I think what Cen Nianyan said is at least mostly correct. For example, you hope that my ceremony will fail.
The ritual failed. It is normal for the props used for promotion to disappear, but you told her alone that you wanted something to disappear. Can I think that it is this thing that poses a threat to you, and you, you Didn't expect me to realize that.
Ritual promotion would be the complete erasure of the past from its existence. You're afraid of... the secret in my ritual. "
He looked at the old man, and the moment he finished speaking, Cen Nianyan's voice came from behind.
"Don't you go in and kill Him? This is your only chance to kill a divine creature.
His body is very weak. "
"You're still thinking about killing me." Chen Qing didn't look back, but his tone was a bit cheerful.
"But this is your only chance to kill Him."
Chen Qing listened and knew of course that she was not lying.
He just turned around and smiled slightly at her.
"As expected. I can't hide it from you." Seeing Chen Qing's smile, Cen Nianyan's expression was a bit depressed, but also mixed with a bit of relief.
"It's true that you said that when the promotion is over, I can enter the room where other people exist. Because the promotion is over, naturally it will not be bound by the rules. But what if it is not over?"
Chen Qing stretched out his hand, and he didn't know why, but the hand accidentally landed on her shoulder: "You still want to kill me.
You told me that I could spend one hour in the same room with Him, but which hour was it? You didn't say it. "
He paused for a moment and watched as the skin began to fall off on the girl's face. The skin began to fall off little by little like pieces of paper: "You said that the end of the promotion mainly depends on your approval, but if there is something special Are the relics not recognized? This makes no sense.
Unless there is another situation, the situation that meets the rules represents the permission of your will.
So what you said is still the truth, you just chose to tell part of it.
You tell me that you and I are on the same side, which is not bad, but no one has stipulated that partners in the same camp cannot stab each other. "
He smiled and retracted his hand. He looked at the girl with a slight smile on her face. She tilted her head and opened the neckline of her light blue dress.
Under the fabric, the skin was covered in bright red cracks.
"As expected of you..." She whispered: "What about Him? Aren't you worried?"
Chen Qing shook his head: "Don't worry anymore. Why worry about a dead person? Since you can just wait, then don't do more superfluous things."
"This is what you did..." She chuckled softly, as if she wanted to say something more, but she opened her mouth, but the words in her mouth could not be spoken. She could only listen to Chen Qing continue to speak.
"Although I don't know what the secret I used in the ritual is, and I don't know how that secret can affect his life or death, but since the ritual can kill him, so be it."
"Um."
She listened to Chen Qing's words. Under the blue dress, there were countless bright red silk threads covering her body from bottom to top. Blood began to drip from her fingertips. Those fresh threads dyed the clothes on her body. Colorful.
She looked at Chen Qing, her eyes were unable to open, and her voice was murmuring.
"Are you... about to end it?" Seeing the girl in front of him gradually floating into the air, he heard the rapid footsteps behind him. He just turned around, and the second fingertip of the girl's left hand grew several times forward. With a length of 1 meter, he pierced the old man's brow with his finger.
When she listened to Chen Qing's questions, the smile on her face grew stronger.
"Um."
He turned around and saw a faint smile on the girl's face.
"Next time, I won't let you pass so easily."
He listened to the girl's faint words in his ear, and everything in front of him disappeared.
