"Wait a moment!"
Lu Qingya's wife took a step forward, looked directly at Li Ang, and said: "These are just your guesses, aren't they?
Since Dream Tapir has the ability to create such a large-scale ghost realm, how can you guarantee that this idea came to you yourself and was not something that Dream Tapir instilled in you?
To put it bluntly, even if Qingya dies, you don't know whether the ghost realm will continue.
On the contrary, Qingya is dead, and the rest of the people together are definitely no match for Meng Tapir. "
She was from a noble family, and her understanding of strange monsters was as good as that of ordinary monks. She immediately caught the loophole in Li Ang's plan.
"Then how do you know, Madam, that the idea of questioning me was generated by you yourself and not something Meng Tapir instilled in you?"
Li Ang also asked, "Such a dialogue is meaningless. There is only one question now, whether to implement it or not."
After that, he looked at the pocket watch in his hand again, and the hands of the pocket watch were still turning steadily.
He lowered his head to look at his watch, and there was another commotion in the hall.
Many people secretly glanced at the expressionless Lu Qingya.
Indeed, if according to Li Ang's plan, Lu Qingya kills himself, allowing the Meng Tapir to retreat in the face of difficulties, and eliminating the ghost realm, it will undoubtedly be the most beneficial to others - real living people do not have to die, and they do not have to bear the bad consequences of killing relatives and friends with their own hands. .
But, is this realistic?
Lu Qingya is a Zhuxiao magician. As long as he wants, he can kill everyone on the scene, including the subsequently generated dream demons pretending to be living people.
In the end, he is the only one left in the entire ghost realm, and then he can fight against the dream tapir and wait for the dream tapir to end the ghost realm on its own.
There was an undercurrent in the atmosphere, and everyone had their own thoughts.
"Ang'er, by saying this, aren't you treating Mr. Qingya as unkind and unjust?"
Mother Cui Yi couldn't help but pull Li Ang's clothes and whispered: "Is this really good? Is it... dangerous?"
Cui Yi was once a lady, not a village woman who didn't understand the ways of the world.
This is a ghost land isolated from the world. If Lu Qingya is forced to do anything, and he really kills Li Ang regardless of his predecessor's demeanor, the outside world will not know.
"Mom, I have a sense of propriety."
Li Ang shook his head. He still carried the last protective talisman given to him by the mountain leader, and he was not afraid of falling out with Lu Qingya. Besides, he didn't think Lu Qingya would be that shallow.
The other party, like himself, is thinking about the real way to break the situation.
Li Ang thought for a while, checked the time on his pocket watch at twelve o'clock and forty-five seconds, stepped forward and asked Chen Wanyi: "Priest Chen, where are the things?"
Chen Wanyi was currently confronting his Taihao Mountain companions, all wondering whether the others were dream demons.
At this moment, when he heard Li Ang ask, he turned his face slightly and frowned: "What is it?"
"Props for dream tapirs."
Li Ang said in a deep voice: "Since Cardinal Ju Yu knows that the Dream Tapir is about to be born, and he sent you to look for it, it is impossible that there is no targeted preparation."
This is a first-level monster that can trap even Zhuxiao cultivator. If it were placed in another country, Taihao Mountain would definitely organize an elite team to hunt it together and try every means to capture it.
It was because Meng Tapir appeared in Yu State that Taihao Mountain could not make a big splash and dispatched monk Zhuxiao to come, so Chen Wanyi and others were sent.
"..."
Chen Wanyi's face changed several times, and he wanted to refute, but was interrupted by Li Ang: "Mengtapir read your memories, and all he created were dream demons who were monks and possessed the Qi Sea.
This means that your death rate will be much faster than mine.
When you die, I can still find props by searching your body. And you and your companions will not only die in vain, but you will also be unable to complete the tasks assigned to you by Mount Taihao. "
Chen Wanyi's expression changed again and again. The other party was right.
Since all the people in his group are monks, in order to be reasonable, the dream demons created by Dream Tapir are all monks - this means that the speed of extracting vitality and spiritual power is much faster than that of other groups.
"Priest, you must not do this!"
A monk from the Inquisition shouted: "Even if we die, we cannot live up to the Cardinal's expectations of us!"
"Shut up and die pointlessly, you are living up to the Cardinal's expectations."
Chen Wanyi interrupted his subordinate's words, turned to Li Ang and said: "The origin and weakness of the Dream Tapir are indeed mentioned in the long prophetic poem.
It was born in ancient times. It is not a self-aware demon, but more like some kind of... natural disaster. Like thunder and heavy rain.
The Yin and Shang dynasties found it, knew its dangers, and enshrined it, or sealed it in a bronze vessel.
Keep it sleeping through long-term bloody sacrifices.
With the fall of the Yin and Shang dynasties and the decline of the Zhou Dynasty, Mengxiu was able to escape from trouble. In the twelfth year of Duke Huan of Qi, it caused large-scale changes and caused countless casualties.
At that time, other countries did not know the existence of the dream tapir, so they recorded it as a plague.
The last record of the Dream Tapir in history comes from the Mohists - they seemed to have found the broken bronze vessel where the Dream Tapir had been imprisoned, restored it, re-sealed the Dream Tapir, and placed it in an isolated place. "
"In the twelfth year of Duke Huan of Qi..."
Li Ang reacted instantly. In the 12th year of Duke Huan of Qi, which was also the 20th year of Duke Zhuang of Lu, a plague broke out in the Qi State, and the aftermath of the disease spread to the Lu State. This incident was recorded in the "Spring and Autumn Gongyang Biography", and there are traces of it. Can be followed.
Therefore, Taihao Mountain knew what kind of disaster the Dream Tapir would cause, and never thought of informing Yu Guo to reduce disaster losses, right?
Li Ang cursed Taihaoshan's sinister intentions in his heart, nodded and said, "What's the way to seal the dream tapir?"
"Use this thing."
Chen Wanyi took out a long bronze box from his arms, and took out several slender and narrow copper needles engraved with text, and said in a deep voice: "This is the crime-killing nail of the Zhenfu Division. Nail it into a person's body." Between the eyebrows, if you prick a specific part of the skull, it can eliminate sins and make people become extremely peaceful.
It is the last mercy shown by the Inquisition to those soldiers who are unfortunate enough to be infected by demons.
At the same time, the nail that removes sinful karma can also block the ability of certain demons to control the mind..."
"Ang'er, by saying this, aren't you treating Mr. Qingya as unkind and unjust?"
Mother Cui Yi couldn't help but pull Li Ang's clothes and whispered: "Is this really good? Is it... dangerous?"
"Mom, I have a sense of propriety."
Li Ang shook his head. He still carried the last protective talisman given to him by the mountain leader. He was not afraid of falling out with Lu Qingya, not to mention he didn't think Lu Qingya would be that shallow.
The other party, like himself, is thinking about the real way to break the situation.
Li Ang thought for a while and glanced at the time on his pocket watch.
Wait, twelve fifteen?
He suddenly froze on the spot.
The pocket watch time jumped forward by four minutes.
No, it should be said that Meng Tapir deleted his memories of these four minutes! Move everyone's memories back to four minutes ago!
Look at Wenwenjian.8.2...m. :
