Luo Yi stood up slowly. He took a deep look at the human female cultivators in the mansion, and then walked out of the mansion.
Now that we have met, there is no need to stay here any longer.
After leaving the door, outside the alley, the demon general named Shenliu was still waiting here.
Seeing Luo Yi walking out so calmly, he seemed a little surprised.
And Luo Yi obviously saw the flash of surprise in his eyes. Luo Yi asked: "What? Is it a surprise that I can still come out alive?"
Luo Yi's words shocked Shenliu.
He quickly lowered his head: "I don't dare to think so."
Luo Yi smiled faintly, and the two of them walked away together. Since Luo Yi is here, Mingcheng will definitely arrange a place for him to live.
On the way, Luo Yi suddenly asked: "Shenliu, what is the name of your city lord?"
Shenliu said truthfully: "I would like to inform you, Lord Demon Envoy, that we are not the only ones who know the name of Lord City Lord, but most of the people in the city will call Lord City Lord Leng City Lord, and Lord City Lord also called himself Leng E."
"Leng'e..." Luo Yi read the name in his heart.
Luo Yi said thoughtfully: "You, Lord Leng, are very moody?"
Shenliu's face froze, he hesitated for a moment, and finally said slowly: "It can't be called moody, but few people have seen the true face of City Lord Leng. Lord City Lord rarely shows up, and usually goes to her mansion. Discussing matters in the middle is just..."
Shenliu hesitated for a moment and continued: "It's just that people who have seen City Lord Leng are generally unstable in mind, and in severe cases, their hearts are broken, and their souls are seriously injured and comatose."
Luo Yi nodded slightly, but he didn't find this surprising at all.
He had just experienced personally the hospitality of City Lord Leng.
If you are not a person with a firm mind, you may not be able to bear it.
Shenliu seemed to remember something again, and he said slowly: "It's just that although very few people have seen the true face of City Lord Leng, those who have seen City Lord Leng basically have very different impressions of her, and many of the opinions are extremely inconsistent. , sometimes even making people wonder whether they are seeing the same person.”
"Oh?" Luo Yi was a little surprised, and a word suddenly appeared in his mind.
"Thousands of people, thousands of faces."
From this point of view, the beautiful woman he saw in the maple forest before might not be the true face of City Lord Leng.
Just as he was thinking about it, Shenliu had already stopped in front of the city gate.
He scratched his head and whispered: "Master Demon Envoy, the residence arranged for you by the Lord of the City is here."
Luo Yi was stunned for a moment. He looked at the city gate in front of him, then turned and looked around.
Finally, Luo Yi discovered that there seemed to be a small tent set up on the not-so-high tower?
Luo Yi actually smiled. This City Lord Leng was quite interesting.
Shenliu's expression was also very complicated. He whispered: "If the Demon Envoy feels that this place is too crude, you can go to the general's residence..."
Before Shenliu finished speaking, Luo Yi waved his hand.
"No need, this place is good, the view is broad and the scenery is unique."
Shinryu looked a little embarrassed.
Because there were actually no soldiers stationed on top of the city tower, just a solitary small tent. It was no exaggeration to say that it was a small tent with air leakage from all sides.
"That's it for today. Tomorrow I will lead my troops out of the city to arrest the human monk."
Shenliu responded, then quietly retreated.
Luo Yi jumped up to the top of the city and did not enter the tent that was leaking from all sides. Instead, he found a place and sat down cross-legged.
It's just that Luo Yi is not facing outside the city, but facing inside.
He didn't close his eyes and adjust his breath, but just looked at the ordinary and busy people in the city.
Luo Yi suddenly wanted to know a question.
That is, why is this battle fought?
Netherworld, where did it come from?
This thought has been lingering in Luo Yi's mind for a long time.
After looking at it for an unknown amount of time, Luo Yi suddenly sighed.
In war, it is always these ordinary people who suffer.
They can't change anything, they can only be coerced by the general trend of the world, and they don't even have the right to choose life or death.
Luo Yi also asked himself in his heart, could it be that he felt compassion for these ghosts?
But Luo Yi himself seemed unable to answer this question.
He put aside his identity as a human monk and looked at both the human race and the Netherworld from a third-party perspective.
Who wins and who loses, what are the benefits and what are the harms?
Besides, is this battle only about victory or defeat?
In fact, after all is said and done, what Luo Yi really doesn't understand is, why fight?
Can I not fight?
It's just that Luo Yi is a person 100,000 years in the future, and what he sees now is "the past".
Mr. Yangming once said that history cannot be changed, and this war is destined to be inevitable.
And the human race finally won.
But Luo Yi knew that there was no real winner in this battle.
Because even after a hundred thousand years, the Netherworld still exists.
The synonym for evil is always the underworld.
But Luo Yi looked at the old, weak, women and children in the city at this time. Are they also synonymous with evil?
At this moment, Luo Yi couldn't help but re-examine the war that affected the entire world.
At the beginning, Luo Xiao once said something to him.
There is no right or wrong in war. The one who wins is right.
Those who fail are naturally wrong.
But Xiaoyi, please remember that there is no right or wrong in war, but there is right and wrong in those who provoke the war and the purpose hidden behind the war.
You don't have to pity your enemies, but you don't have to be an executioner either.
You must always know what you are fighting for.
Luo Yi sat on top of the city, looking far into the distance.
He had no reason to think of the Mo Qiu he had met on the ninth floor of the Ten Thousand Bones Necronomicon Tower.
He said something to Luo Yi.
"What if you think that the so-called justice you firmly believe in is wrong?"
"Master Luo, what I want to say is that we, Netherworld, are not as miserable as you think..."
At this moment, Luo Yi seemed to realize the true meaning of this sentence.
So he began to think about the truth behind this war.
Luo Yi subconsciously raised his head and looked at the black moon above his head.
What kind of existence is the netherworld?
Where did they come from and where are they going?
Luo Yi wanted to understand these questions that he had never thought about before.
As a descendant of the Zhen clan a hundred thousand years later, suppressing countless underworld existences for tens of thousands of years, at this moment, Luo Yi had a little bit of doubts and doubts about the mission and responsibility he shouldered.
Of course, Luo Yi has an even more whimsical idea.
It’s just that at this moment, it’s not enough for outsiders…
