Liangtongue doesn't want things to be so "simple".
The corners of her mouth were wide and scary. That smile was definitely not a smile that belonged to a girl, but more like some kind of violent, sinister, demon that did not belong to this world. Two scarlet letters came out of her mouth, seemingly provoking. This is her purpose, it is clear at a glance. She must have known that she could not harm the Six Paths of Impermanence, so she targeted this place from the beginning.
She defeated not only Lord Shuoyue's amulet, but also everyone's last escape route.
What to do, what to do, what to do?
Everyone is heard.
Everyone hears their own voice.
However, only Lord Shuangyue could only hear a ringing in his ears.
The moment the blue amber shattered, a strange noise suddenly came from her ears. The sound came rolling in, but disappeared without a trace. It was full of momentum. She quickly understood that it was the sound of water—the sound of water coming from nowhere.
It should be said that it is the sound of the sea.
The numbness and stinging all over her body were still sharp, but she seemed to be suddenly picked up by a big wave and thrown into the sea. After a strong and real feeling of weightlessness, she fell into the embrace of the sea. She was surrounded by icy water, even though she was still on land and still. But that hard yet soft touch enveloped her, seawater rolled into her ears, and her brain was filled with a whistling and buzzing sound. That was the scream of every drop of water, they were tearing at Shuangyue Jun's nerves crazily, and the only thing she could hear was tinnitus.
Time around her seemed to be frozen, and space became sticky. But the strange thing is that her thoughts are so quick, so quick that she can even see the direction of the wind clearly. The blue light slowly spread and gradually enveloped her whole body. She couldn't break away or escape, and had to sink into the dazzling deep blue. The blue sky, the blue lake, the blue sea, all the blue things in the world are not as clear and pure as it.
Images she couldn't understand flashed before her eyes.
At first it was just a person, a young man, whom Shuoyue had never seen before. He wore a ponytail, looked bright, and was in his prime.
He only glanced back, and in an instant he entered an old age, and in the end there was only a coffin left. Then, she saw some more people, all kinds of people. There were more and more of those people, overlapping each other, completely covering up everything she could see in the world, and not a single crack could be seen through. However, she can see everyone's appearance and observe everyone's actions at the same time.
There are men, women, old people, and children. They are born, they live, they die. Some die young, some die old. Everyone felt strange to her, but at the same time she felt familiar. They seem to have some similarities, but they also seem to have no connection. Everyone wears different clothes, some are silk and satin, some are coarse linen, but there is no doubt that the forms of clothing worn by these different people are very different. Even this difference felt familiar to her, because some were the same as they are now, while others were from hundreds of years ago.
It would be better to say that even Mr. Shuangyue himself did not notice that over the past few hundred years, people's clothing and hairstyles had such a wide range. At any time, the clothes she and her colleagues wore were slowly changing as needed, but in the end they merged silently with the flow, just like some mysterious but uncontrollable wave kidnapping everyone to move forward.
But...who are those people?
Shuoyue-kun doesn't know how he can watch everyone's life progress at the same time. Their daily necessities, their happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy were all shown before her eyes without stopping. Strong emotions built up in her heart. There are too many of those people, and the lifelong emotions that those people settled in an instant cannot be understood by Shuangyue Lord in a short time. However, like the residual sequelae after a serious illness has passed, that negative existence is active in my heart in a positive form. The feelings of those people were like dust. Although they failed to leave a groove in her heart like gravel, they were piled up layer by layer, wrapping her tightly and making her breathless.
When he came back to his senses, he had become a thing in a cocoon.
She seemed to have really transformed into an insect with compound eyes, and every aspect of her eyes was overwhelmed. When enough time passes, when the feeling of suffocation reaches its limit, everyone's figures overlap in the coffin and turn into the shadow of one person. The figure stood far away, but suddenly pulled towards her. Lord Shuangyue was obviously motionless, it was the phantom that rushed toward his eyes.
That was actually a face that was extremely familiar to Lord Shuangyue—her own mother.
The elderly mother stretched out her wrinkled hands and murmured affectionately:
"Wan'er, go home."
Lord Shuangyue was suddenly liberated from the stagnant time.
Whether this hallucination that confused her finally ended, or whether it was due to Zhongli Hanshang, these are all possible reasons. Yes, Han Chang suddenly rushed over desperately after the blue light appeared, and pushed Shuang Yuejun out hard. His strength was not well controlled, or at least not controlled well. He knew that this power might cause harm to Mr. Shuang Yue, but it didn't matter. No matter how serious the damage was, it would not be more extreme than Liang Tongue.
The two fell on the grass, covered in dirty snow and dust. Mr. Shuangyue sat up in a daze, still holding the umbrella handle firmly with one hand, but tightly covering his abdomen with the other hand.
"Are you injured?!" Han Chang's tone sounded like a question.
"...No, no."
Her tone was uncertain, not like she was fine. She was still mentally out of sorts, her thoughts were hazy, and her eyes couldn't focus. Han Chang thought she had lost too much blood and reached out to try to pull her wrist away. At this moment, he felt an awe-inspiring killing intent behind him. He pushed Lord Shuangyue away with one palm, and at the same time, he sidestepped to avoid the slash from the Demonic Pestle. The twisted smile on both tongues still hung on her face, seemingly becoming an eternal part of her face.
Han Chang tried his best to stop the attacks of the two tongues. To a large extent, he delayed time for Shuangyue-kun, but she could no longer sit there alone. Shuoyue-kun finally seemed to have made up his mind and slowly moved his hand away from his abdomen. There was a pocket inside her clothes, and the amber was in it. But the moment she let go of her hand, an idea was confirmed in her heart. This is indeed a disappointing result.
Of course the amber was broken.
But maybe the good news is that it didn't break so completely and finely. It should be said that it was only split in two - if the other residues can be ignored. A piece of the originally strong amber was chipped off, and the fracture was barely even. If the large part is defined as the whole, then the part separated from it is about one-fifth of its original volume.
Fortunately, the core was not damaged...the irregular piece of water bladder in the center that looks like a jellyfish is still there, it just has a smooth "base". It was not so regular, but now the fracture can be placed firmly on a flat surface.
Lord Shuangyue lost a complete piece of amber, but gained memories that belonged to his ancestors from ancient times to the present.
Why exactly? She couldn't understand. Those memories should not belong to you. However, she made a bold guess: Could it be that the young man who first appeared was her ancestor, the Wanqi family? However, he later broke away from the family and spent the rest of his life under the name Qi Huan. Indeed, he was the first person in his ancestors to come into contact with amber. Could it be said that with Qi Huan as the starting point and himself as the end point, all the memories extending along this bloodline can be revisited here? She inherited this bloodline from her mother, even though she was just an ordinary person pursuing an ordinary life. The origin of this power can only be traced back to her grandparents. But no matter what, regardless of male or female, the blood contract of Tengu went all the way down, passed through her mother, and flowed into her own body, and she had everything she has now.
These complex and huge memories also include my mother’s life.
Someone's footsteps were stepping through the grass, approaching from a short distance. Even though the two tongues were already entangled with Han Shang, even though she had experienced that dreamlike baptism, she could still identify whose footsteps it was in an instant.
It's simple, because there is also the ringing of bells.
"Miyin..."
Miyin held a familiar dagger in his hand and stood in front of him expressionlessly. What was she thinking? Maybe you will never know. At least at this moment, she had no choice.
The amber was like a demon-sealing blade, broken into two parts, one large and one small...it might never be able to be restored. The only difference is that she no longer owns either the Demon Sealing Blade or the dagger made from its broken blade.
Miyin looked at her with indifferent eyes, as if staring at a stranger.
"Is this your choice?" she asked, "Is this your own choice?"
Miyin said coldly: "Shut up. You don't need to make any excuses. It must be difficult for you now to recover the wounds caused by part of the Demon-Sealing Blade. This may hurt a little and last for a long time. If you are in pain I always remember that I have been captured and tortured by this feeling countless times, and maybe your pain will be better!"
"Is this what you want to see? Is this what you want to see when you give up your past and your identity as a human being?"
"That's enough. No matter how much you say, it won't help." Xue Miyin raised the dagger in his hand high, "All of this..."
"all of these?"
She also looked up at her without fear. Xue Miyin's back against the light is not tall, but she is tenacious.
"This all makes me feel pathetic!"
The dagger did indeed rise higher, but it still didn't fall. She sighed and asked:
"Why? Because you once placed your hope in me?"
"Maybe it's because you are you." Xue Miyin didn't want to think about it, "Because you are the six realms of impermanence."
"I'm not anymore."
"What?"
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