"Theoretically, no festivals are celebrated within Comeniti. But Lethe is a special case. The same special day, 'Happy Birthday to You,' is celebrated there every day."
——"A Comprehensive Guide to Nine Planes·Chaos Hell·Festival Chapter"
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On the banks of the Forgotten River.
The atmosphere of the fresh wind and the river of zero brings about strange perceptual illusions, like the back of one's own head suddenly appearing in the field of vision.
Space is filled with an indefinable unevenness. All sounds are distorted here.
The flickering of memory fragments, the murmur of the last words, maybe there is the sound of waves hitting each other, maybe not. Maybe there is no sound at all. When you listen carefully to capture the sounds, all sounds will become silent.
"You can answer my question again." Yi Cha held the whip cage two feet above the water of Wangchuan River, and Hei Lang stretched out a strangely shaped hand from below.
"Hehehehehe..." The black shadow laughed strangely. It was as if I couldn't start talking without laughing. "Don't you know? I'm just a ghost. Even if you crush me, you won't..."
"So Wangchuan can really crush you, which is good news." Yi Cha said to himself. With a quick shake, the whip cage expanded into a whip, and with a heavy blow, the black shadow was shot into a large evil beast. The same waves as the mouth.
Only one head of the shadow remained.
Then, like all thrown heads, it drew a rapid downward arc and fell down.
call out--
The waves rising from the River of Forgetfulness caught it with their little hands and tore its face to pieces.
The black shadow floated and was slowly peeled off.
"Aha!!! Echaint! This is nothing... nothing! No matter where you go, whether you are alive or dead, I will find you again!" He growled lowly and began to melt. .
"You could have just said that." Yi Cha sighed. "Is there anything else you want to say?"
"Hiss... don't blame me for not warning you... Every step of your way will be filled with thorns... When you want to move forward, you will retreat. Whenever you want to break through, you will go back. The origin... This is not a curse, it is inevitable! You will understand, and I will let you understand sooner or later..."
Its sound is muffled. "Everything you do will be in vain...useless...ridiculous! I already know your name..."
"Is this important to you? This is not good. You should tell me your name too." Icha said.
Waves of two colors tore apart the shadows.
It was about to melt into a puddle and let out a low laugh like bubbles.
"It's all in vain. With Chaint. Hehe. It's all in vain. I just like the way you work in vain... That's really refreshing..."
A ruthless wave crashed over.
The black shadow was shattered into thread-like strands, and then seemed to suddenly lose all toughness and dissolve without a trace.
After checking to make sure it wouldn't float again, he put away his whip.
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He thought about what it had just said from two angles.
There is nothing to add in terms of objective information, it just makes a few of his relatively certain points more certain. For example, there is indeed another mysterious ancient existence behind this split soul. And this being was extremely determined to make his life miserable.
But from another perspective, this time it expresses a very rich attitude. Threats, ridicule, and even a slight chance of victory.
And that very strange sentence.
I like the way your efforts are in vain... Icha stared at the squirming two-color waves.
He originally knew what each word meant, and the dictionary was something that was broken before he was five hundred years old. Even if different populations in different planes have different opinions, he has basically browsed them all.
But based on today's experience, he began to think that "like" and "love" didn't quite mean what it said in the information.
Let’s study it later. He shook off his wordy thoughts.
Everything was going well and he didn't want to ruin the process now.
He gathered his thoughts and prepared to call Naruf and Diavolo.
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"I feel the breath of love." The captain didn't know when he was standing beside him, saying meaningfully.
I felt the "really terrible" vibe. To check. Hearing the word "love" again was like the alchemical bomb that had just been thrown bounced back into my mouth.
First of all, there is no such thing as a "smell of love". Secondly, they can't smell anything in their current state.
"What are you talking about?" he asked.
Naruf slowly raised a hand and pointed to the distance of the endless waves of the River of Forgetfulness.
On the waves, through the ever-deforming space, a long row of gray and black things could be seen, and it was impossible to identify specific things.
"What's wrong? What's there?" Yi Cha asked.
"I can't see clearly." Naruf nodded solemnly, "But I can feel it. The breath of love."
Maybe it's the fresh air. To check. Nothing to be surprised about.
"Okay. Naruf, it's time for us to go." He motioned Naruf to go forward.
The old captain looked at the place in the distance. "What's there?" he asked in a low voice.
"Maybe it's the honor guard. It's very possible." Yi Cha replied casually. "There are festivals here every day, celebrating everyone's birthdays and so on. Let's go. Don't worry about that. Let's go upriver."
"Man. You may not understand...this is very important." Naruf's voice was trembling a little, "What is in the honor guard?"
Yi Cha couldn't help but look at him.
"Maybe there are some voluntary workers. There is also supervision." Yi Cha is not very clear, and the records related to Wangchuan are not very detailed. After all, almost everyone has forgotten it.
What else could there be. he thinks.
These honor guards would not hinder them and would not matter at all. They are not combat units and have their own rules and travel range. And it looked like they were taking a break. It's nothing more than some souls playing some arias and adding a meaningless atmosphere - everyone will forget it anyway.
Those ships too...
Boat.
"Yo————Ho——————" A long roar came from his ears, and Naruf made trumpet-like hands with his hands, shouting at the long row of gray and black things.
"Yo————Ho——————"
"Yo————Ho——————" He was very forceful. The whole soul was shaken.
"Boss, what is this guy doing?" Diavolo appeared beside him.
Her flaming eyes were bright, she glanced into the distance, and then said, "Oh. His ship is over there. Is it called 'Suffocating Night'?"
Boat. Night of suffocation. The night of suffocation turned out to be intact. And its soul is here too.
The soul of the ship...with Chasi.
Vehicles are one of the easiest types of items to generate autonomous souls.
He should have realized it earlier.
All right. It’s actually hard to think of. Who knew that the honor guard ship was really a ship, and that the ships would be selected from these ship spirits to serve?
"Can you recognize it?" He recovered his thoughts and asked Diavolo.
"He described it to me many times." The girl blinked and stretched out her little hand a little further away, "It's right there. The one in the middle. The one with the circle on the bow."
It's hard to see, but you can definitely trust the eyesight of the children of hell.
The voice of Naruf beside him was muted.
"Did the ship move?" Israel looked at him and asked Diavolo.
The girl shook her head.
"Naruf," Icha advised.
"Good man. Just for a little while." The captain gasped and waved his hand. "Hi! Suffocation Night is my most loyal partner. She can't forget me."
As he spoke, he sang a passionate pirate war song loudly, calling for his beloved ship.
Do ships have memories? To check.
The soul generated by the vehicle is a structurally incomplete soul, and it is difficult to determine whether there is such a thing as memory.
Even if there is, "Suffocation Night" has been in service here for 90 million years.
This is Wangchuan. Forgotten forgotten.
