Zhu Tong is dead.
Putting her to death was not Xie Zhe's original intention. Originally, I just wanted to defeat her and make her incapacitated, at least not having the strength to stop her in front of a few people. But she was too desperate and spared no effort to drive them all away. If you want to fight back, there is nothing appropriate or inappropriate - it is difficult to save your own life, let alone the enemy's.
When she died, she was barely human because she had released what little demonic power she had left, but that wasn't all. Lintian Master said firmly that she should not be so fragile. Her age and magic skills were second only to She Ji of the Death Shadow Pavilion. Where did her power go? This is an unknown mystery for the time being, and it is best not to take it lightly.
Wenying looked at her dilapidated body. It looked like a giant spider, but it wasn't quite that. Surrounding her were fragments of puppets, and the color seemed to come from a part of her. These fragments are everywhere. There are also those broken ribbons scattered on the ground that were once full of demonic power. They are slowly disappearing, as if they are decaying quickly.
If she hadn't almost killed him, Han Chang wouldn't have struck such a fatal blow.
Her eyes moved to Han Chang's hand again. He was still holding the sword tightly, the long sword. The blade of the sword was red due to the high temperature, as if it had been tempered for many times, but it was cooling down. He was able to draw his sword, which was good news. But for some reason, few of them felt happy about the death of their enemy.
In other words, she didn't become an enemy in the first place...
"Although Satsuki-kun's men are all ruthless monsters, under her control, they have not harmed many people. Having said that, those conspiracy and tricks are another matter... and we don't know yet. What is their purpose?"
After Chenxing finished speaking, Han Chang shook his head and said, "And even if she died, she didn't reveal any of the inside story."
"So I have to see it with my own eyes." Xie Zhe said softly.
Master Lintian hardly took any action, he just helped deal with some surrounding interference. He originally thought that with the strength of a few people, he might be able to win by a narrow margin, let alone Chen Xing. But unexpectedly, Zhu Tong's defeat was faster than he expected. He said this:
"Indeed, there are still too many things we don't know. But these monsters have followed Lord Satsuki hundreds of years ago and worked conscientiously for the Death Shadow Pavilion. To be able to do this step - to sacrifice their lives, is also They must have their own reasons. The emotional bond between them is more complicated than we thought. Even She Ji with a temperament like Gao Yuejun can coexist peacefully with Gao Yuejun. She has always been good in this area... As Mr. Xie said, we have to explore the rest by ourselves. We should hurry up, there is no benefit in staying in such a barrier for too long."
They walked away from Zhu Tong's body and headed deeper into the forest. No one looked back.
The sky is still bright, but there is no sun or moon. It just lights up monotonously, not really dazzling. It stands to reason that the world outside has long been plunged into darkness, perhaps accompanied by stars. But there is nothing here, the sky is just so bright, with a light, false blue, without a trace of wandering clouds. It is impossible to determine the time here. The eternal day may be because the shadows belonging to the night are also swallowed up by the barrier. Since there are no shadows and no sun, even devices like sundial cannot be used. I don’t know how long this state lasted, and I don’t know how the animals and plants here survive to this day. However, even in this green glass, there is a dark and shaded place. Death Shadow Pavilion is set up in a cave, but it is closer to the concept of a nest itself than a specific tree cave. Even those obvious entrances are just roads, not really leading visitors to the mountain itself. Therefore, the "door" into the Death Shadow Pavilion is not in the form of a cave entrance, and may be anything.
She Zishu finally came to such a place.
This is a dark cave with a moist atmosphere inside. Bursts of cold wind shuttled erratically inside, and it was impossible to tell where it was coming from and where it was going. She walked through it holding her sword. Following Resentment's instructions, she knew she was about to find it. Would the remains of an old friend be hidden in such a strange place? It seems like a good place to hide something.
However, this kind of place cannot be considered completely dark. Even without any light source, she could still see the path under her feet. Occasionally there are moss-dried corpses that may have once been moist, even glowing. Maybe youkai can see very well in the dark. But besides that, there was something else she didn't know the ingredients of. The sticky threads were in front of me, irregular and intricate, sometimes dense and sometimes sparse. The silk threads are not as thin as the strings. They are as thin as a finger wide, strand by strand. The color is light white but gives off a faint glow. This kind of light may not be detectable by human eyes because it is generated by spiritual power. The light is a deep blue, which casts a subtle sense of emptiness into your eyes.
She reached out curiously and touched a slime thread. It wasn't very tough, but it couldn't be easily broken. She spent some time cutting off a line across her eyes, holding it up with one hand and feeling the solid weight. But soon, it "dissolved" in my hands. It diluted itself, then turned into a puddle of water, broke in Zishu's palm, and dripped to the ground. The spiritual light became weaker, and the liquid that fell on the ground disappeared. However, there was no water stain left on her hands. The previous sticky texture seemed to have never stayed on her hands, and her palms were still dry. She walked to the next place, bent down slightly, stopped taking action, and observed carefully.
These threads look like...channels? Zishu had a hard time describing what she saw, especially to humans. To her, spiritual power was like countless tiny particles traveling freely through the channels of mucus. They are flowing, and it is the flow that makes them display brilliant light. If they remain motionless and fall into dead silence, the color of the aura ceases to exist. This flow pattern is very similar to the blood in the human body, and the mucus threads are like blood vessels.
But it still doesn't seem appropriate enough.
This time, she stretched out her hands and pulled off a section. Before they melted again, Zishu suddenly used force and ignited them. Suddenly, a burst of blue-green smoke rose into the sky, and the smell, which was similar to burning hair, was very pungent - and the smell was not that simple, it was also mixed with other weird and disgusting smells. At the same time, she also heard a special sizzling sound. She was sure this was not a simple burning sound, but a series of wails. They are small, very dense, compactly intertwined, and filled with helpless despair.
They are……
They are bugs.
Tiny, tiny bugs that are so small that they are invisible to the naked eye. These bugs make up a swarm.
And they are conscious...albeit under some kind of command, possibly manipulation by the Insect Queen. Otherwise, how do they perform things in an orderly manner? However, among these intertwined threads, where does their spiritual power spread? So Zishu carefully looked at both ends of the wall where the silk thread was connected.
She tried to press her hand gently on the stone wall. It's really hard, smooth, dry, and nothing seems out of the ordinary.
wrong.
She felt a regular rise and fall in the palm of her hand.
Although it was weak, it must be there, she was sure. Because Resentment also conveys news to her in a similar way. Rather, many spiritual dead things can emit a wonderful message. It might be electric current, it might be rhythm, it might be some kind of sound. In short, there must be something that can be detected. She knew that there was a different kind of vitality in this entire rock structure cave. Its interior is connected by the threads of the insect swarm, and special spiritual power is transmitted through it.
It seemed... similar to the situation at a certain mountain god she had visited. But not exactly the same.
"You came."
She turned around and saw the face of a strange man. When did he appear here? Maybe I was too obsessed with thinking about these things, and I accidentally let others get close to me. But she wasn't afraid. After a brief assessment, she judged that this man was not necessarily her opponent.
"Who are you?"
"Wu Yin."
"Oh." Zishu looked at him, "Are you someone who lives here?"
"So." Wu Yin paused for a moment and then added, "You too."
"Me too?"
"Well, once."
She Zishu didn't understand.
"You're back." Wu Yin continued to explain, "You used to live here, but you forgot."
"What is this place?" she asked, "Do you know my past?"
"This is the Death Shadow Pavilion. You were born here and work here. Your main task is to put makeup on the dolls fired here. At that moment, they became spiritual. However, we no longer make them. This kind of thing. Because the important makeup artist left, this technology was also sold out in exchange for other benefits. We will make decisions to maximize profits."
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She Zishu was completely confused. This man named Wu Yin didn't look familiar to her at all, but from what he said, it seemed like the two of them had experience working together here. But she had no impression of those tasks, as if Wu Yin was describing what happened to others, and she was just a listener. She gave up searching for the past a long time ago, and now the truth whose authenticity is yet to be determined is suddenly presented in front of her, making her feel at a loss for the moment.
with severe distortion.
She said honestly: "I don't know what you're talking about—and I don't know what you mean by that."
"Well, it's normal not to understand. You have indeed forgotten everything, as if... you have gone through the cycle of reincarnation. I have no purpose, I am just telling you what I know, because This is the task I have been assigned. I know, we all know that this day is coming. Although your age seems to be more than 20, in fact, only a few years have passed since the day you were born, which is only a handful."
"If what you say is true, you have to tell me, who am I?"
"You... are not a human being." Wu Yin hesitated, "but you are not a monster either."
