Walking among the ruins, Wenying looked left and right curiously. Even when being escorted, her eyes were not honest. It is not difficult to get rid of this level of restraint, but what happens after that? How can she fight against the evil messenger of lies on her own? Although she had never fought before, she didn't want to take the risk - mainly because of Mrs. Jiaomo's intention. And she knew that Madam must have wanted to take this opportunity to get inside and see what this bastard named Wuyong was up to.
For her, all this is indeed novel, after all, this is an art style that has never been seen in her homeland. Even though there were only incomplete stones left, covered with traces of erosion over time, she could still tell how careful the construction and carvings were in the past. The seemingly primitive construction reveals delicate splicing, and the rough beauty is revealed under the careful design. The top floor has long since collapsed, but the remaining walls, whose edges have been polished and rounded, and the floor tiles submerged in moss, both half-hidden and half-exposed, hide a special history. Architecture naturally belongs to art, and art itself does not distinguish between black and white, good or evil.
For some reason, Jiao Mo's expression became more and more uneasy. But so far Wenying has not noticed this. She only found that the next section of road became a little special, full of traces of modern technology reinforcement. There are many temporary huts built in the area that can no longer be seen as a courtyard, and I don't know what is put in them. Wenying tried her best to sniff the air, only to feel the smell of mixed herbs. The sky was getting dark, but the twilight light was still enough for her.
Further forward, it leads underground.
This is not an entrance along the originally paved road. At some point, the road completely disappeared. The hole looked new, and the edges on the side walls looked very sharp. It must have been dug out in the past two years. Although there are stone steps when walking down, the quality of the stones is obviously different from those of the remaining buildings. They were newly buried and very random. They were only designed to facilitate people walking down. There is nothing consistent with the previous remaining buildings. of beauty. Wenying suddenly understood why she saw many trucks transporting gravel outside. It turned out to be stones produced by digging holes. But the path going down is not all stones. Occasionally there will be thick layers of soil, and then stones again, intermittently. After so long, the geology here has also undergone certain changes. But when we got here, there was actually no light at all.
The supervisor behind him clapped his hands gently, and the road in front of him suddenly became brighter. On the wall from near to far, blue lights lit up. The flames twisted restlessly in the lamp, their postures twisted and horrifying. Wenying suddenly noticed a few drops of sweat falling on Jiao Mo's forehead. Her complexion was poor—even in this color of light.
She didn't dare to ask, but was escorted down silently. This light should be turned on for puppets, right? I heard that their eyes are made of real people, so they must be able to receive image information.
"I've been thinking about it for a long time," Huayu said, "how to make the monster that becomes a shikigami obedient while also exerting as much power as possible? Obedience means weakness, while strength must be rebellious. No one will have it. When you have enough strength, choose to accept whatever comes your way. This is the same whether you are a human or a monster."
"You are wrong." Jiao Mo seemed to be gritting his teeth and said, "Real strength is to choose to hide your edge when you have power, abandon your surliness, and choose gentleness. You are looking for power, but you can't find it for a long time. It's because of you I didn’t understand this in the first place.”
"No one would do that," he retorted. "That's folly. And those who do such folly will not last long."
"This is the so-called great wisdom and foolishness. Being strong and low-key is not only a manifestation of strength, but also a kind of wisdom and a kind of confidence in power. Such people firmly believe that they have nothing to defeat, and they firmly believe that they have the ability to resist everything. Believe that you are always standing high enough... This is the smartest person, and you obviously don't understand this."
"Our mermaid friend seems to have something on his mind."
"Don't you understand yet? This is the difference between you and Kanna-kun!" Wenying turned around and cursed, "Guys like you who only bully the weak, blindly pursue power and do whatever it takes will one day be punished!"
"You little fox seems to have told some interesting joke." He responded calmly, "Moreover, you also mentioned an interesting name. But you seem to have made a mistake. I have never put myself and Liu Dao Impermanence in the same place. Level comparison. When we were all human beings, even from the moment we were born, we were destined to be different. However, Kanna-kun..."
Jiao Mo clenched his hands slightly, feeling inexplicably nervous.
"Ah - I never deny his power. But don't you really think that he is willing to be a righteous partner? If it weren't for the identity of Huangquan December that restrained him at all times, if it wasn't for the Lord of Naraku's Ultimate Eyes are watching him. If the absurd history and the false reputation of heroes hadn't suppressed him... he would have become the most powerful monster since the birth of mankind. Just like that moment nearly a thousand years ago... But now he is in a cage It’s really a pity to be trapped.”
"Fart!" Before Jiao Mo could say anything, Wenying scolded angrily, "Ken Wu is definitely not the kind of person you said! I'm afraid you are introducing yourself, right? Don't secretly regard your delusions as reality! "
As soon as she finished speaking, Wenying suddenly felt guilty. She almost forgot the identity of the person following her. She vaguely remembered that her elder brother and the human eldest brother named Xie had told her some stories that they were unwilling to admit, and they said things in a casual way.
"The so-called fate means that even if you miss something, you will still make the same mistake again."
"shut up!"
Jiao Mo called him to stop.
Her condition was very bad, and even the sound that was so powerful that it echoed in the tunnel was still a little trembling. But Wenying felt that she was acting this way not just because of the stimulation of those words. Before they started this conversation, Jiao Mo's reaction was already very bad. She couldn't ask, couldn't help, could only give her a concerned look, hoping she wouldn't feel worse.
"But he is still stupid..." the chattering mouth continued, "He is just the one who lives longer among the fools, but it is just because of his identity. Even so, he has to go his own way. It’s over…”
Before the two of them could refute anything, he suddenly stood there and stopped moving forward. The two puppets escorting the girls also froze, and they didn't know why. Looking back, Wenying found a subtle expression on his face. He lifted his chin, as if thinking about something briefly, then turned around and strode away.
"There's an unexpected surprise."
Those were the last words the two heard before he left. His shadow disappeared behind the upward stairs, and the two puppets were completely fixed here, motionless, maintaining the posture of suppressing them. Wenying pricked up her ears, and when she could no longer hear the footsteps of Liar, she immediately kicked the puppet over with a back kick. Then she turned around nimbly and moved in the narrow passage with her flexible body, completely smashing the puppet's limbs and kicking off another's head. She stepped forward to pull the puppet who was pressing Jiao Mo's shoulder blades. She found that her strength was still not enough, so a cold air spread from her hands. Ice and snow covered the puppet's arm. She breathed out a burst of pale fire, then slashed with her side palm, and its arm was easily cut off. Now it will be much easier to take off the prosthetic hand on Jiao Mo's clothes. She supported Jiao Mo, who was a little weak, and slowly sat on the steps. It's really strange. Why was Jiao Mo, who had helped him all the way down the mountain before, so tired now?
"What's wrong with you?" Wenying gently shook her shoulders, "You seem... very uncomfortable. Speaking of which, where did that bastard go? He didn't send more people to watch us. I guess he didn't We take it seriously. But it’s okay, since he has left, why don’t we take the opportunity to run away? "
"..."
Jiao Mo's hands trembled slightly and were placed on his temples. Her face turned pale in the blue firelight, and even her lips were bloodless. She tried to calm down, stretched out her hand, and pointed tremblingly at the light beside her.
"What's wrong? Do you want to stand up, or..." Wenying felt at a loss, "What do you need me to do?"
"That's the eternal light..."
"Eternal light? What's wrong with the everlasting light? I remember that lamp oil can burn for a long time... But why should we light an everlasting light in a newly opened tunnel?"
Jiao Mo stood up suddenly without explaining, and felt dizzy from standing up too hard.
"Hey, stop moving! How about I help you walk slowly? Shall we go up first? I don't know if something happened outside. Could it be that...brother and the others are coming? Then we'd better meet them quickly Let’s make peace!”
Wenying was extremely anxious, and she didn't know what happened to Jiaomo. But no matter what, we shouldn’t waste time here. Since her condition is not good, she must need treatment. And the longer she stayed here, the worse her condition seemed to get.
"I'm going down," she said.
"What?" Wenying suspected that she heard wrongly, "You want to go down? Why?"
Jiaomo walked down without any explanation, still holding on to the wall, stumbling like an old woman. Wenying didn't understand why and hurriedly followed her, fearing that she would suddenly fall and roll downstairs. She stretched out her hand anxiously beside her and asked:
"What's going on? Do you have to endure your physical discomfort to find out the secret of the lie? Your health is still important! Since he claimed to take us to see something, it proves that he must be prepared! What if there is a trap? what to do!"
Jiao Mo walked forward like a man possessed, and Wenying had to follow closely. But not long after, she also vaguely felt that something was wrong. Probably because there was insufficient ventilation, there was an indescribable fishy smell in the air, but it wasn't too bad to be tolerated. To animal monsters, the smell of blood can even seem sweet. In fact, there happened to be a fragrant smell that was getting stronger and stronger. As a fox demon, it was difficult for her to tell whether it was the special scent of flowers and fruits or the smell of flesh and blood on the verge of decay.
She no longer stopped Jiao Mo, and a curiosity that tickled her heart occupied her rationality. She went down step by step, going deeper and deeper. And as she got closer to certain things, the sweet smell was almost cloyingly sweet.
Her heart beat faster and faster.
What exactly will you see? Wenying is completely unpredictable. To her, the smell evoked only food associations. Such as warm fresh meat marinated in juice, tendon bones soaked in sweet wine and blood, soft internal organs covered in sugar... The most primitive animal instincts among monsters begin to awaken, and if you think about it this way, it will only get worse. Hungry. In fact, she began to want to see the source of the smell more urgently than Jiao Mo.
They finally reached the ground floor.
Immediately, Wenying let out a piercing scream faster than Jiaomo.
