"Tears of the gods?" Han Sanqian frowned.
Xu Hai nodded: "I believe it was three years ago when our clan was attacked by a group of men in black. In that melee, the old clan leader must have sent the new clan leader to the village's secret escape tunnel to let her leave. In order not to reveal her identity, I gave her fairy tears. She could forget the painful memories here and hide herself completely."
"Then there is an antidote for this kind of thing."
"Yes!" Xu Hai said: "All the secrets of the Pangu clan, from the Pangu ax to the trivial matters, have been recorded, but these records are all with the clan leader. But although she is the new clan leader, it is obvious that she has not Any coronation ceremony, so these inheritances must not have been obtained, so everything is still with the old patriarch. But the old patriarch is dead."
Wang Simin said: "That's very simple. Can't we just ask the ghost of the old patriarch when it's daytime tomorrow?"
Han Sanqian frowned. It was obvious that Han Sanqian felt that this was impossible.
Xu Hai sighed bitterly and said: "After massacring the village, the leader of the men in black, on the one hand, did not get the treasure from us, so he became angry, and on the other hand, he also wanted to cover up his crime, so he set up a hell trap here. The formation traps the souls of all the dead Pangu people here, and they will suffer here day and night forever."
Qin Qingfeng frowned. When he saw Han Sanqian looking at him, he shook his head and indicated that he had never done it: "The Purgatory Formation is a soul refining ghost technique in the world of Bafang. It can extract all the beautiful memories of the trapped souls." Leave it and let the dead soul be immersed in only painful memories forever. Over time, the resentment of the dead soul will become bigger and bigger, and the caster can absorb these resentments to enhance his own strength."
Wang Simin frowned: "Is there such a hateful evil magic in the world? This person who massacred the village should really be cut into pieces and not have a good death."
Xu Hai nodded: "Because my superficial identity is the son of the village chief, those gangsters thought that I was the next leader of the clan. Therefore, they spared my life and trapped me in the purgatory formation. Watching my clan struggling in the abyss of pain, Wan forced me to reveal the Pangu clan’s secret treasure.”
In the past three years, Xu Hai has watched his clan members behave like this every day, almost collapsing physically and mentally. Therefore, during the day, he would take advantage of the purgatory formation to pause its operation and remove the beautiful things that had been separated by the formation. Memory reconstructs the past scene of Wuyou Village.
On the one hand, this is the best way for Xu Hai to comfort himself. The gangsters did not notice this, and they did not stop it, because the falsehood of Wuyou Village can deceive some people who come here and cover up the truth. At the same time, Xu Hai also needs a place to vent, and forcing Xu Hai to death will not be of any benefit to them.
Han Sanqian gritted his back teeth slightly. These gangsters only committed murder, but they actually had such vicious and cruel methods to persecute the villagers of Wuyou Village.
Killing people and whipping corpses is nothing more than that.
"But these remnants of memories are basically not complete, and many of them only last for a few moments. Therefore, most of the time, they only stay for that short period of time." Xu Hai said.
Han Sanqian nodded: "So, the waiter and the village chief don't know Xiaotao. It's not that they are lying, but in fact, in their residual memories, they only have a few days, or even only one day."
Seeing Xu Hai nodding, Han Sanqian finally understood why when he asked the waiter and the village chief, their answers often made people feel very strange, but Han Sanqian carefully observed their words. The expression on his face clearly didn't look like he was lying.
Now, Han Sanqian was relieved. They did not lie. Those were their other memories of many people and things, which were gone. Even if you ask him who his parents are, or if you ask him anything beyond the scope of his memory, he doesn't know.
But, who in general would ask that? !
"That's right." Xu Hai confirmed: "There is no difference between the real village chief's dead soul and the undead army around me. After three years of destruction by the purgatory formation, he is no different from the walking dead."
"Then you mean, no one knows the antidote to the tears of the gods anymore?" Wang Simin asked in surprise.
Xu Hai nodded: "At least, that's the case for now."
"Fuck!" Han Sanqian gritted his teeth, feeling very unwilling. After a long time and so much effort, was it all in vain? !
At this time, Qin Qingfeng, who had been silent until now, stood up and said, "I have a way."
The three of them, together with Xu Hai, looked at Qin Qingfeng with joy and disbelief: "Do you have any idea?"
Qin Qingfeng nodded, looked at Xu Hai and said: "Yes, but this requires you to sacrifice."
Almost without thinking, Xu Hai said firmly: "As long as he can help the new clan leader and the true god, even if Xu Hai is forced to do something, Xu Hai will never say no."
"The evil things are most afraid of filthy things, and the center point of an array is the array eye. Since Xu Hai can control these undead, it means that he is where the array eye is, so there is no other way. Disaster."
After Qin Qingfeng finished speaking, he focused on Wang Simin and Xiao Tao.
Wang Simin was stunned: "What's wrong?"
Qin Qingfeng smiled mysteriously, pulled Han Sanqian and started to act.
Although it is indeed difficult to break the Purgatory Formation, after all, the formation's life gate cannot be found, and breaking the formation is empty talk, but the Void Sect is a master of using formations, and Qin Qingfeng, as the seventh elder of the Void Sect, naturally has a lot of knowledge about each formation. There is research.
No matter how weird or strange the formation is, it can never change from its sect, so what Qin Qingfeng has to do is to do everything in his sect.
The White Tiger Demon in the southwest and the Qinglong Gate in the east are the weakest links in most formations. Qin Qingfeng planted two command flags at these two places, and then ordered Wang Simin and Xiao Tao to take off their menstrual belts and separate them. Place it under two small flags.
Qin Qingfeng held two other small flags and waved his hand, and the small chess pieces inserted in two directions exploded!
Almost at the same time, two bloody holes suddenly exploded in Xu Hai's body.
Almost at the same time, the entire sky changed color, and the villages of Wuyou Village were also shrouded in blood red.
"The formation can only be broken for ten minutes. Xu Hai, find the village chief quickly."
Xu Hai endured the severe pain in his body, nodded, and then closed his eyes and thought. Amid the blood in the distance, a figure staggered out.
At the same time, in a certain mansion in Tianhu City, a middle-aged man suddenly frowned: "Someone broke my formation and went to Wuyou Village!"
