The six paths of impermanence staying in Wu Kingdom can only remind them of one person.
However, although Mr. Shuangyue did not leave with them at that time, it does not mean that he will always stay in Wu Kingdom. Maybe he has traveled around Wu Kingdom for such a long time - of course, he may not have. They couldn't guess this impermanent person's code of conduct, but they could know or anticipate their danger, proving what information he might have received at that time or later. He would think of telling Jun Luanjiu and asking them to help, which was indeed like his roundabout style. To a few of them, Mr. Shuangyue was not a bad-hearted person. Although he "doesn't speak human words", he is "good at doing human things".
"How did you convince the people to send troops to fight?" Bai Ya was somewhat curious, "People don't like fighting."
"But Shura likes it."
"Tsk."
There was no time to ask Jun Luanjiu anything more. The current situation is more complicated than they imagined. They have returned to the real reality - the weird statue is behind them, in a simple tower with only a few decorative elements belonging to the palace. However, Jun Aoyan looked like that. This almost gray-haired old father couldn't stand this stimulation.
"She is under control." Liu Shenghan explained simply. She stopped bleeding and her wounds seemed to be healing. "Because of their weird music, she couldn't hear our voices and couldn't figure out the current situation."
Jun Luanjiu's expression was not good-looking, but after all, he was an experienced general who had experienced many battles and had to remain calm in front of no matter how big the situation. Although he didn't have much contact with them, he knew the tricks of these demon gods.
"I'm a rough man." He said frankly, "Except for fighting, I don't know anything about these black magic spells. But since it's like this, then... I may have a way that is not a solution, and it is risky."
"Whatever you say, we will do our best to cooperate." Qi Huan said.
Thick blood covered her body, making Aoyan breathless.
The liquid was like a heavy blanket that wrapped her tightly, and like countless chains, connecting her footsteps to the earth, making her steps difficult. They were also like countless pairs of huge hands, grabbing her tightly and nailing her to this battlefield. Even if she was burned by fire, they would not let go.
There was only red in her eyes.
She didn't know everyone here, everyone she said was killed by her. This is so weird, how can I remember them all? She is always thinking. It's just a matter of killing one by one. In front of the red curtain, a black shadow rushed towards her, and she raised her knife to chop it down. Then the shadow will splatter with blood and the weight on his shoulders will increase.
Even now, she didn't recognize the appearance of the other three "companions". They were also wrapped in red, distorted and deformed in the already blurry field of vision. Who are they? Who are these people?
"I still have kids."
"You're a monster."
"My lover is waiting for me."
“Why do women go to war?”
"You can't do it."
"We gave birth to you and raised you."
"It only kills people."
"This is too cruel."
"You killed your parents with your own hands."
"You are a sinner."
"You're not weak... but you're not strong enough either."
"So you don't care about other people's lives?"
"Including your own?"
There is only endless nonsense in my ears. There were those from biological parents, some from Jun Luan, some from the military, some from Bai Ya and others, and some from strangers - maybe she had heard them, and they should be those of the enemy. These words lingered, overlapped, and piled up in her ears in an orderly manner, like a wall of bricks and stones growing higher and higher until it covered the sky and the sun, making it impossible for her to see anything anymore.
Is this black or red?
She didn't know that she had even lost the ability to recognize colors. All she knew was to keep raising the knife and swinging it down. If someone attacks, she defends, resists, and then kills. Then the next person, and the next person... ad infinitum.
Just kill them and they will shut up.
As long as you kill, the world will be quiet.
What does the destruction of other people's countries and families, the separation of wives and children have to do with yourself? It doesn't matter, she doesn't have a home, right? It's not that there are no people who are truly loyal to the emperor and patriotic, and it's not that she doesn't admire them... She has seen them when they are sober. Is it necessary to maintain the so-called rationality when they are not sober? They just need to shut up. Life is very small and fragile, and the whole life is a huge, long battlefield. If you don't kill others, others will kill you.
All kinds of negative emotions pile up deep in my heart, and I usually hide my poor and rotten heart with a shiny body. On this depleted land, even if you plow it with a hoe, you will only reveal pale bones and wet blood stains.
Whose are these?
Help.
Someone come and save me.
Fighting with yourself like this, calling for help that no one can hear. Even so, his hands still slashed mercilessly, destroying one strong or fragile life one after another.
while ignoring their cries for help.
In this case, will anyone still listen to my cry for help?
Didn’t no one hear it in the beginning, and no one would reach out if they heard it?
In this confused blood mist, among the chattering whispers, she suddenly heard different voices.
It was not the sound of human beings, nor the sound of weapons, but a small sound, like the whistling of the wind. Is it a bell or a whistle? This is very familiar, coming from a very far away place...
It's very far away, as if it comes from childhood.
Childhood?
In addition to red, there was suddenly a small black spot in front of her eyes. The black spots gradually expanded and specific outlines appeared. It looked like it was stationary, but it was actually spinning, she could tell. It rotates at high speed and rubs against the air, making a fine whistle, which is pleasant to the ears.
It was a metal top, she recognized it.
The place rotating around it suddenly seemed to be blown by the wind, and the scenery also rotated along with it, being screwed underneath by its tip, crushed and dispersed. The surrounding black shadows turned into dust one after another and disappeared, including those "friends". She only felt that the wind whistle in her ears was getting clearer and clearer.
The illusion is disintegrating.
"You're quite powerful." This was Bai Ya's voice.
"Miss Jun is kind-hearted, that's good." This was Liu Shenghan's voice.
"When you get back, you have to ask your father to teach me how to use a gun." This was Qi Huan's voice.
"You still want to eat the fennel vegetable box, dad will buy it for you."
This is her father's voice.
There were many gentle and fleeting words, which she remembered in an instant - maybe she couldn't remember who said them, but someone actually mentioned them to her. These words, accompanied by the special sound of the top, caused a steady stream of power to flow out of her body again. The blood on her clothes gradually receded, and she felt that her body was getting lighter and lighter, and what she saw became clearer and clearer.
"What are you doing?"
There it was again, those phantom voices. She felt like she could tell the difference between the two. In addition to the tone of voice, there are also the stiff voices of several people overlapping each other, which makes the auditory hallucinations easier to identify. Those people appeared, and their appearance began to melt, as if... the people made of wax encountered high temperatures, and their eyeballs fell off.
"What are you doing?" "Bai Ya" asked again. At this moment, she was completely sure that these were just damn hallucinations.
"Bai Ya" slashed the knife hard at her, and the whistling sound of the top suddenly became sharp in her ears. Without hesitation, she raised the knife and faced it. The weapons collided suddenly, and golden sparks burst out. Her hand felt a real vibration, which was completely different from the previous feeling of being immersed in the mirage. At that time, Mo Dao was as light as paper and would float away if not held firmly. Now, she felt the real weight of steel, and at the same time, the inexplicable passion for killing receded like a tide.
Centered on the place where the weapon touched, all the colors were completely peeled off. She was back in a strange place that she had never been before. But the Bai Ya in front of him, whose eyes were as sharp and cold as a blade, must be the most real one.
She suddenly withdrew the Mo Dao.
"Damn, I'm so exhausted."
Bai Ya immediately relaxed his arms and let out a long breath.
Aoyan looked around. In addition to Bai Ya, she also saw Jun Luanjiu and Qi Huan. At that moment, she didn't seem to have as many mixed feelings as she expected - it was as if they had met beforehand.
Qi Huan held a knife in his hand, like the one hidden in his sleeve. There was a top still spinning on the blade, almost the same as the one she had lost before. It turned slower and slower, and its chirping became louder and louder. The sound of this top is sharp enough to penetrate the surrounding noise and flow into the depths of my thoughts.
"this is……"
"Your father made another one for you." Qi Huan raised the tip of the knife, and the top immediately jumped towards Jun Aoyan. She hurriedly reached out and grabbed it, looking at it carefully in her hand. She turned her head again and found that Bai Ya was fighting side by side with Jun Luanjiu again. They are constantly destroying the instruments in the hands of those people. Only then did she realize that the sound of those people's playing had long since faded and was no longer as magnificent as before.
"You're still alive! These, you...I'm -"
"There is no time to explain." Qi Huan summarized briefly, "If you wake up, we will really have less trouble. Now it's time to make them pay the price."
Jun Aoyan looked around, always feeling that someone was missing.
"Where's Shenghan?"
But just after saying this, even Qi Huan disappeared. She was a little at a loss and was passively wary of those people for the time being. She felt that there were more people here than before, and the scene was more chaotic. The barrier has been broken, and many reinforcements from Gechen Kingdom have arrived. Those Shura fought with such soldiers. Comparatively speaking, Shura's number was not large, so she guessed that Jun Luanjiu had specially brought an independent team to attack unexpectedly from the outside.
In the chaos, she saw a familiar color in the corner. She immediately ran over, lifted the cloth, and found that it was the piano that everyone had ignored. Aoyan immediately picked it up to prevent it from being snatched away by someone.
Kinnara did not give up, even in such a chaotic scene, she still picked up the xun again, put it to her mouth and prepared to blow it again. The Gandharva pulled her clothes and kept reminding her of something.
"Sister..."
"What are you afraid of!"
Liu Shenghan just stood in front of them, looking at them coldly. Her eyes were like endless white snowfields. But she was covered in blood, and some parts had dried up. The original color of the clothes is like the scars of the red clothes. There were two streaks of dried blood on both sides of her cheeks and under her ears. I don’t know if her hearing has recovered now.
The two of them were clearly still a foot away from the God of Song. She suddenly raised her hand, and the bloody cloud ghost passed by.
Xun was shattered into pieces in just a moment.
