The water mist around Xie Zhe disappeared in an instant. At the same time, the originally dark sky turned orange. The sun is behind the clouds in the west, and only a few rays of golden sunlight are shining out.
Looking around again, the damp swamp turned into a wasteland with no sign of life. He took a few steps and was analyzing what was going on when he suddenly saw a stretch of red in the distance. In this crimson square, there are still a few figures walking forward silently.
Xie Zhe hurriedly caught up and found that it was a sea of flowers, and those people were actually friends fighting alongside him. He patted Han Chang's shoulder, but he did not look back, but walked forward on his own.
"Ask Ying?" He asked over Han Shang, "Mrs. Jiaomo?"
No one paid any attention to him, it was as if they couldn't hear him. According to Xie Zhe's knowledge, this is obviously the Underworld Road. The Six Paths of Impermanence will not die, so Lord Kanna and Lord Shuangyue did not appear here. Speaking of which... everything seems to have happened after he saw through the water vapor and discovered that Mr. Shuangyue was swallowed by the giant python.
Are they really dead?
Impossible, how could Mahuluojia send everyone to hell in an instant without making any move. All this must be an illusion, it just happened so suddenly that he didn't react. I have to admit that the python god really knows how to touch the most vulnerable places in people's hearts - he is never afraid of being ignored, but he is worried that even important people will no longer be able to discover him.
The three of them had expressionless faces, as if they were unconscious, and they couldn't see each other. They are like inorganic puppets, moving forward step by step, ignoring everything around them.
"That's too fake." He pulled out his sword, "The road to hell is always walked alone."
He slashed across the scenery in front of him with his sword, and a strong wind blew up from the ground, cutting off all the flowers. The red petals were torn to pieces by the strong wind, the distant images of friends were covered in red, and the color of blood completely flooded the field of vision.
He struck the sword again, splitting the red in front of his eyes. But this time, there was only darkness as far as the eye could see.
When Xie Zhe drew his sword and looked around, someone reached out and patted him. He turned his head sharply and almost scratched the opponent with the tip of his sword, but he immediately restrained the power in his hand - because that person was his mother.
At least... it's the phantom of my mother.
"Mother...?" Xie Zhe blurted out subconsciously, even though he knew that she was not his mother.
She was raised alone in such a troubled world, suffering all the looks and hardships. She is not very old yet, but her hair is almost completely white. Her face is still young - she has always been beautiful, and time can hardly take away anything from it. It's just that her back is much more rickety than when she was young. In addition to the burden of life, she also carries many heavy things.
The phantom of his mother tightly held the hand holding his sword, and he could clearly feel the friction of the thin cocoon, and every position was the same as in his memory. Xie Zhe's heart suddenly felt empty, and a nameless melancholy spread throughout his limbs.
"Azhe, when will you come back?" Her voice was already old, "I dragged you so much, and you ended up being homeless..."
"...I will come back," he said, "but not now, not here."
After that, he withdrew his hand forcefully, took two steps back, took one last look at his mother's figure, and ran away without looking back. He couldn't look at it for too long, because he knew very well that all this was an illusion created by Maharaja and could not truly convey the wishes of both parties. He ran aimlessly in the dark, not daring to look back even once. After running for an unknown amount of time, he slowed down. In the dark and deserted predicament, he felt physically and mentally exhausted. Is the price of seeing through all this illusion just to be simply trapped here? Xie Zhe knew very well that the evil god would never let them go easily. Could it be that he really has to be trapped here for the rest of his life, until his real body in this world dies of hunger and thirst, rots into white bones, and is buried in a foreign country forever? He kept trying to swing the weapon, but Fengyun Slash didn't work here. There were no storms, no lightning or thunder. This is not a simple barrier, and it cannot be torn apart by swordsmanship to escape. He waved his sword tirelessly like this, trying to drive away the darkness and usher in the light.
"Your swordsmanship doesn't seem to have improved much."
Xie Zhe suddenly stopped because he heard Mutue-kun's voice. It was natural to see him, after all, he was someone worthy of his concern. He was still wearing a cassock and a bamboo hat, and his long black hair was flowing down like a waterfall. He held a prayer wheel in one hand and a Zen staff in the other, approaching step by step. Xie Zhe looked at him, his eyes still full of distrust.
"Why, don't you believe me?" he asked with a smile.
"I don't believe it at all." Xie Zhe said.
"It is not easy to enter the illusion of the Six Paths of Impermanence, right?" Mutsuki-kun's smile continued, "What's more, I am still recuperating and cannot move around at will. I can only come and go freely in the illusion. You see, being blamed You have also felt the pain caused by eclipse."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Zhe suddenly felt the burning heat on his thighs becoming more obvious. It wasn't that Mutsuki-kun was following his words, he still had feelings in the illusion, but the previous scene diverted his attention. Now that he was mentioned in this way, his wound began to hurt again.
"hiss……"
He sat on the ground and looked at the wound through the hole in his pants. The injury is either big or small. It is about six or seven centimeters long, and the deepest part in the center is more than half an inch. Fortunately, no major blood vessels were injured, and the knife was not a toxin-laced knife such as Jin Mie Ya. The wound had already coagulated blood. Mutsuki-kun squatted down and said helplessly:
"You are always so careless."
"You're not Mu Yue-kun, you can't deceive me." Xie Zhe raised his head and looked at him fearlessly.
"Are you still so sure?"
"Musuki-kun's long hair is in my luggage... Uzuki-kun handed it to me. Your current appearance is the image in my memory. In fact, he should have short hair. But I have never seen him with short hair. What you look like, so there is no way to imagine, and he knows very well that he no longer has such long hair, and he will not prioritize repairing such unimportant places when he is recovering from injuries. Therefore, he will not appear in front of me like you. In front of me. What’s here now is just a silhouette of my memory.”
Mutsuki-kun did not refute or defend after hearing this. He just squatted here motionless, as if the scene was frozen, without even blinking. This made Xie Zhe feel a little weird. He stood up, suppressed the discomfort in his legs, and prepared to leave here again. He had to find a way out.
"Wait a minute." This was still Mutsuki-kun's voice, "Who do you think this is?"
Xie Zhe made a decision that he regretted: he turned around.
The moment he turned back, Mutsuki-kun behind him had disappeared, replaced by the figure of another person. That figure was shorter and thinner than Mutsuki-kun.
That was someone he hadn't seen for a long time.
He was shaken, shaken more than ever before. He was indeed sober and knew that all this was just a lie, but his soul was still gripped by the longing of not seeing her for so long.
He had the urge to talk to her as a real listener. But he shouldn't do this. This kind of self-deception is also very dangerous. However, even he himself couldn't explain or describe the mood at that moment. It seemed that it was more than just the longing for reunion after a long absence, or it was more than longing. In other parts, compared to a greedy person seeing a jewel or a drought-stricken person seeing a sweet spring, the mood is more like that of an innocent child seeing a soft kitten. Something was touched for a moment, and then his mind brought him back to his sober state.
This brief moment was enough for the evil god to seize him.
"Azhe..."
"Ye Lingyu" clasped her hands in front of her chest and lowered her eyebrows, just like every time she felt hesitant and worried in the past.
He had to escape—had to. Right now, there is no room for hesitation. He stopped looking back and ran forward with all his strength, faster than before. The violent movement caused the pain in the pulled wound on his thigh to increase, but he couldn't care less. "Ling Quan" behind him was still shouting, seeming aggrieved by his treatment, but Xie Zhe knew that he could not be shaken. This is false, it is an illusion, and you cannot believe it with a single hair. The real Ling Huan had escaped safely, to a place where the Wuyong clan could not find him...
Although some parts were just self-comfort, he now had to force himself to think of good things. After running for a long time, Xie Zhe finally stopped. He gasped for air and put his hands on his knees, not even daring to bend them, otherwise the wound would be more painful due to the force of the muscles. The scabbed blood clots cracked open again, oozing fresh blood. He wouldn't have felt tired just because of the distance. The more reason was that his legs were too painful and he was too panicked.
Must leave quickly. Even though he was thinking this way, he felt that the darkness in front of him became thicker. His breath had calmed down a bit just now, and the familiar voice sounded in his ears again:
"Why are you running?"
He trembled all over and immediately took a big step back. Ling Huan's phantom stood beside him again, as if the road he had run before was in vain. If this continues, he will definitely suffer from mental breakdown. No matter what kind of phantom it was, he couldn't stay around for too long. Even if they say nothing, there are bound to be unknown risks. The evil god is so cunning. It will dig into the most fearful part of people step by step and inspire the most real despair.
Run, keep running. Xie Zhe could only do this at the moment. But no matter how long he ran and how painful the wound on his leg was, he could not get rid of the phantom of this girl. Her existence is simply a constant reminder to Xie Zhe that his whereabouts are still unknown. There can be no fantasy at all, no hope at all. Everyone will feel relaxed and happy when staying with the real Ling Hu, but now this illusion will only increase his anxiety.
Xie Zhe began to understand that he could not go on like this anymore. Mahuluojia had given him a severe test. If you want to break the illusion in front of you, you must use this sharp sword in your hand. Is that true? He didn't know, but it was the only way he could think of. Since falling into the illusion, he has never done this to anyone, but now he has to be so cruel. He could fully predict what kind of lifelike effect the evil god would create for him, like a real human woman falling in a pool of blood and wailing in disbelief. Then came a series of stumbling and dying questions. There is nothing that the evil god cannot do, only what he himself cannot think of.
In front of "Ling Quan"'s slightly frightened face, Xie Zhe hesitantly raised his sword.
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