"Boom——"
The heavy Mo Dao hit Shan Dao, and Bai Ya's arms went numb. The vibration of the metal spread from the palms of his hands to the tips of his toes, and his brain also buzzed and trembled. In order to withstand this blow, there was no place in his body that he did not exert strength. His arms didn't even look like his own.
"What are you doing?" Bai Ya shouted, "Wake up!"
He used the only knife to hold Aoyan firmly. He knew that she was strong, but this was too outrageous. She must be under control...but no matter how much she shouted, she didn't respond. Her eyes reflected nothing and were not looking anywhere. Her eyes were scattered, falling in all directions, but they were not here, not at the moment.
In the illusion, Jun Aoyan looked around anxiously, but there were only crackling fires and the remains of houses that could not be seen around. Broken guns and broken swords were randomly thrown on the ground or stuck on corpses. She seemed to be the only living person within a few miles.
She understood—this was the dream. She just walked at first, and then started running, but no matter how far she walked, the scenery was the same all around, the scenery of dreams full of fire that she should have forgotten. The difference was that outside the firelight, there were shadows of people intertwining with each other, and they were killing each other, but she couldn't get out no matter what.
Just when she was at a loss, a corpse suddenly stood up, pulled out the knife from his chest, and struck straight at her. The frightened Aoyan raised her Mo Dao and blocked it with all her instinctive chops. That was a soldier who should have died in the battle, but he suddenly came back to life and even fought with her with a knife. She didn't remember this face at all, he was too ordinary.
There was another sound of metal touching behind her, and she turned around. Bai Ya appeared in this illusion for some reason. He slashed at another soldier who attacked Ao Yan, and then looked at her indifferently.
"I...you-you should also be an illusion."
"You killed many people." "Bai Ya" ignored her question, "These are the people you killed."
Aoyan turned around. On the ruins of the battlefield where raging fire and broken flags burned together, countless bodies were scattered here. Most of them were soldiers in enemy armor, but she also saw Yaksha.
"Don't you remember?" This was Shenghan's voice, "They all died in your hands. Also...how could you remember."
Aoyan turned around and saw Liu Shenghan's figure. When did she show up? Just as sudden as Bai Ya. Aoyan looked at her carefully and saw that she was holding a beautiful pen, which was Yun Guihao.
"You are indeed hallucinating." She tightened her grip on the knife, "Shenghan's pen is clearly still in the enemy's hands."
"Are those who disagree with you an enemy? You were not like this before."
"Qi Huan?"
She turned her face and immediately saw Qi Huan on the dilapidated roof. He sat lazily on the eaves, his relaxed tone incompatible with the smoke-filled battlefield. What's even more frightening is that his face is covered with blood, and blood foam is coming out of his mouth when he speaks. A patch of red spread from his waist, dyeing the straw on the roof red, dripping down the eaves and pouring on the fire.
The fire burned brighter.
"Humph, why don't you just stop pretending if you are found out?" She adjusted the blade with both hands, "Don't play tricks. Don't think that just because one or two people are wearing faces I know, they can talk nonsense! This is so disrespectful. They’re gone!”
"Respect?" "Bai Ya" raised an eyebrow, which was very similar to how he would react, "You don't have enough respect for any life, and now you talk to us about respect? Are you worthy? In the end, it's not you who is too Are you weak? You can only bully and kill those who are weaker than you, but only give the so-called respect to those you can't beat as equals. This is your style."
"I never thought about it that way!" Jun Aoyan didn't like to face some things - some things that she avoided. But she firmly believed that she was definitely not such a rogue as this person said. She wanted to explain something or argue something, but she couldn't say it because she had never thought about these things. But she knew that she was definitely not like this, not this kind of person.
...At least that's what she kept telling herself.
"Liu Shenghan" looked at her with some indifference in his eyes. It felt like the way she would look at someone else, but it wasn't her. This woman is an illusion, but the illusion is too real.
"It's nothing to be ashamed of...it's normal. You need to protect yourself. I heard about you from your father and know that you experienced some...unpleasant experiences when you were a child. Nowadays, you often fall out of control. General Jun always feels that, It’s because I’m not good enough to you that you’re still so insecure and use force to protect yourself, like a crazy hedgehog.”
"I……"
"Qi Huan" jumped down from the roof, and the sound attracted her attention. Before she could answer the woman, he spoke. He said slowly in Aoyan's familiar voice:
"In the final analysis...do you really understand Lao Bai? You treat the general as your biological father, but how did you treat your biological father? You killed him - yes, you killed them. Because they treated you Not good... It's understandable. At that time, you must have felt that you were going to die anyway, and it didn't matter if you killed them now, but you survived and were burdened with two lives. The crime of parricide is not reincarnation. Ah, of course, You didn't know anything at that time. But at this rate, even if you knew, you would still do it, right? You wouldn't think so much. Children are actually very cruel. They never blink at flowers, birds, fish and insects. Respect for life. Your biological parents were not good to you, and you took advantage of the chaos and killed them like you did to frightened cats and dogs, without any guilt. This is nothing, really, but - "
"Qi Huan" stepped closer. The bloody face was facing her, causing her to retreat involuntarily.
"You don't understand what Lao Bai is thinking at all. You just wonder in your heart, what does it feel like to be loved by your biological parents? You can't really understand him. You just substitute the feelings of their father and son into your adoptive father and adopted daughter. You can peek into the corner of sadness. But don’t you think it’s pitiful? You are not complete, but you try to pretend to be as normal as us, aren’t you tired?”
"enough!"
Jun Aoyan yelled at the top of his lungs, which was deafening. At the same time, the lying corpses suddenly stood up, as if they had been summoned by some kind of summons. They suddenly rushed toward her, leaving her at a loss. However, those three people actually joined the counterattack - they were helping her and helping her deal with the endless streams of corpses. Although, their mouths cannot stop for a moment.
"I don't like it when you say you understand me." "Bai Ya" cut off a soldier's head with a knife in his right hand, and stabbed the knife deeply into the abdomen of another man who attacked from the side with his left hand. Both knives were stained. In red, "it makes me feel humiliated."
"No, I..."
Jun Aoyan felt confused. They were all illusions, but now they were all fighting for her, killing the people she had killed before. This gave her an unreal sense of separation, and she couldn't help but wonder, in fact, are they really so "different in heart and mind"? He clearly had opinions and opinions about her, but he didn't say anything because of his status as a friend.
"What are you doing standing still?" "Qi Huan" asked, "Go and fight."
As soon as he finished speaking, a ferocious Yaksha rushed towards her. In that dark night, how did she know what kind of monsters she killed? She only thought it was ugly and ferocious, obviously scarred but still clinging to it, with a hateful appearance.
It's all an illusion, all of it.
Those words and those people are just illusions spun by the God of Fragrance and the God of Song! Stop wondering what they actually said, stop thinking about it! These dead people and monsters are just a group of corpses. They are already dead, long dead!
They don't deserve to be alive either!
Cut them off.
Kill them all.
Bai Ya not only dodged Jun Aoyan's slashes several times, but also kept flicking the sword in a specific way, which made him physically and mentally exhausted. He knew that even if the uncontrollable Aoyan was knocked unconscious, as long as the music was still playing and the medicinal mist still remained in her body, she would never stop slashing.
She might keep fighting until she dies of exhaustion.
And those ordinary people are really endless. Bai Ya was even thinking that he might as well just... kill him. Anyway, this group of people are under control. Even if those gods disappear, their character will be irreversibly damaged, and they may even be worse off than dead. He glanced at Liu Shenghan. Her concept of life and death was more complicated than his. He didn't know what she was thinking at the moment. All he knew was that Shenghan was indeed not a good wielder of a knife, and it was difficult to protect himself, let alone kill someone.
It will be endless if this continues...
Thinking of this, he slightly adjusted the angle of the blade.
"Don't think that I don't know what you are thinking." Kinnaluo sneered, temporarily moving Xun away from his lips, "Our gods know everything! However, you are really vicious, otherwise you would not be alive now. But I have something I want to show you, I wonder if you will change your mind?"
After saying that, she took the Gandharva's incense burner and tapped it twice. Then, a faint white smoke spread, forming a huge white curtain. There were many women and children up there, crying and shouting something. The woman hugged them, coaxed them, and comforted them, even though her eyes were filled with sadness, she also looked forward to them.
"They are waiting for their father to return." She pointed to the curtain, "They are all in the palace, outside this barrier, I have invited them all here. These people who are fighting with you are their husbands. Their father. If you kill them, they will become fatherless children just like you."
Bai Ya only felt his energy and blood rising. The scene might be fake, a trick on their part - but what she said was true. If these people die in their hands like this, what is the difference between him and the person who killed his father? It was extremely shameless to threaten him with such a move. But if they don't do this, they won't even be able to get close to those two people.
He looked at Liu Shenghan. She was out of breath and must be very tired. At this time, the sound of a xun sounded, and Jun Aoyan slashed to the side again, which he barely managed to avoid. The confusion of consciousness struck again, and he fumbled for the blade in the chaos, even scratching his hand. The pain sobered him up a little.
"Wake the fuck up!" He confronted Jun Aoyan again. Without any skills, without any strategy, the controlled woman just suppressed him with pure power. This is not a good thing for either of them.
At this time, the sound of the Gandharva's flute suddenly stopped, and he was in a trance.
"Tell you to stop?" Kinnara glared at him dissatisfied, and was suddenly stunned.
