He raised and lowered the knife, swinging the sharp knife mercilessly.
"puff."
Countless blood splashed everywhere, hitting the side of Ying Baiye's face.
"you……"
The words of "Ying Baiye" behind him stopped abruptly, and a deep sense of disbelief emerged in his crazy eyes.
"I know what you are."
Ying Baiye lowered his eyes and spoke calmly.
"I also know what he is."
People in Yinglong City said that he was sick, that he was seriously ill.
He would never refute this. He knew that he was sick. From the moment he was born, he was an abnormal patient.
He was born precocious and seemed to have the deepest understanding of everything in the world.
He knew why the snowflakes flew, he knew why the birds soared, and he knew why the smile on his mother's face was for.
But he is sick. His brain has always been extremely calm, as if he has no emotions.
If his mother hadn't taught him laughter, taught him gentleness, and taught him what "sorrow" is, maybe he would still be a scary monster the moment he left the realm of sin.
But he was who he was, and even if he was led by Qing Yanjing to walk in every corner of the world and look at every living creature of all kinds, his weirdness could still not be erased.
It's very funny. He can clearly feel the torture of this state, but he has to admit that this is the real him.
Self.
He was thinking that maybe if he had not made the choice to follow Aunt Jing, he might really be swallowed up by this reason now.
Rationality is a good thing, but excessive rationality is a terrible thing.
He could look at the bird's body without any emotional fluctuations, and even had the idea of dissecting it and studying its structure.
He could see the villagers asking for help from Aunt Jing indifferent, and even thought about turning around and leaving after thinking about it.
Apart from Aunt Jing and Ling Xi, he didn't need to care about anything.
In fact, he didn't dare to imagine that this care might be rational after weighing the pros and cons.
That was what he was like at that time.
This is my true self.
It's just so scary.
He himself felt scared. Perhaps it was under such suppressed emotions that he actually learned to explode.
Madman Ying in Yinglong City is such a product. Every god-level outburst is a liberation of the mental state. It is a release and a new depression.
This is the ego, another character that is produced as a last resort under the suppression of the id.
Just like in history, this mental illness is the product of the cold energy in the ancestral veins.
Between the suppression of the ego and the torture of the cold, such a twisted character was born.
Crazy, reckless, moody, and indifferent to right and wrong.
This is Madman Ying in Yinglong City.
self.
The id is him, the self is him, it is all him.
Therefore, he must kill his id, his self, and... "I"?
"We are all going to die."
Ying Baiye fell to the ground and smiled nervously.
"You all must die."
"Then why don't you do it?"
While he was talking, the body of "Ying Baiye" who had been stabbed through by a knife disappeared and appeared next to him intact.
"Come on, kill me, kill him, kill yourself, and it will be over."
This bewitching voice is full of temptation.
It's like a demonic whisper, teasing people's desires.
Killing himself was what Ying Baiye wanted to do most.
He has had this idea since he was three years old.
He was burdened with the heaviest sins in the world, so heavy that he could hardly breathe.
He had had this idea countless times, but when he finally mustered up the courage, he was interrupted by Lingxi as if destined.
Later, he could only keep this idea in his heart and never bring it up again.
Because that sentence was always echoing in his ears, that blessing like a curse.
He wants to live because his mother lets him live.
As if he had lost all his energy and energy, Ying Baiye lay on this cold land, feeling the familiar coldness. This was a temperature he would never forget. This was his hometown.
He gave up.
He can't do it.
Before coming to Beicang Spiritual Academy, he was confused because he could not find the direction of life and the meaning of cultivation.
He doesn't even know why he fights and why he improves his realm.
So, he locked himself in a dark cabin and struggled alone.
After that, he went to Zhao Mingya's appointment and had a life-and-death fight unknown to outsiders.
After coming out, he seemed to have found something.
In the eyes of the old man and the others, his mood seemed to have softened.
However, only he knew that this was false and a lie.
He is still who he is, nothing has changed.
He knew the reason. How could a guy who didn't even know why he was alive have the right to consider the meaning of cultivation?
The most ridiculous thing in the world.
"It's so tiring to live."
Ying Baiye lay on the ground and covered his eyes with his palms. Even though there was constant wind and snow in the Sin Realm, the sun was still bright in the sky.
For no reason, he thought of Bai Jingliu.
She is a person similar to herself, who longs for death but is helpless.
That's why she said it.
"We are the same people."
That's why she said with a smile.
"See you in my dreams."
What an unattainable dream.
The two false promises to Bai Ye had long since disappeared without a trace. He closed his eyes, and his brain seemed to be torn apart, being torn back and forth.
He has long been used to this kind of tearing.
The kind that makes you go crazy if you get used to it.
Sometimes he also wonders, since one is absolute reason and the other is wanton madness, why can't the two neutralize each other?
Make him look like an ordinary person.
Really.
"whatever."
Ying Baiye suddenly remembered where this was, but what about the magic array?
Being able to stay in this place is already a great thing.
He didn't want to think about anything, this place consumed everything he had.
Perhaps passing away like this is in compliance with the "instructions" left by my mother.
He was happy and free.
"Oh, what a liar."
Just when his thoughts were all sinking, a joking voice sounded beside him.
Ying Baiye opened his golden eyes, without any expression.
Hollow, numb.
He followed the route of the sound and looked at the source.
It was a stone as smooth as jade, a stone with inscriptions engraved on it.
The voice just now should be a male voice.
As if he noticed that Ying Baiye's eyes were focused on him, the stone shone with a little light, and a large light curtain was projected on the snow, clearly unfolding in front of Ying Baiye.
"this is?"
Ying Baiye sat up, his tone slightly curious.
But the next moment, most of the emptiness in his eyes disappeared.
Because one of the two figures projected on the light screen was very familiar to him.
Even though they were separated for thirteen years, he always kept this memory in his heart.
"Like this, like this, like this again, okay, are you sure there is no problem?"
The person who spoke was a very strange man, but for some reason, when he saw that face, his heart suddenly calmed down a lot.
He said funny to the woman next to him.
And that woman is his mother, which means that this handsome man with blue hair and blue eyes is his biological father.
Thinking of this, he sat up and looked at them.
"I don't believe you?"
There was a strong dissatisfaction in Bai Yu's voice. Of course, such dissatisfaction is actually more similar to "acting like a baby", which is a limited skill that is only available to specific objects.
"No, I'm just a little panicked. Our children will see it more than ten years later."
The man scratched his head and smiled.
"Can he really see it?"
A little worried, he asked his wife.
"It's definitely possible." Bai Yu nodded, with a gentle smile on his face. "I have never counted a miss in our life."
"Okay, very capricious ability."
The man complained, and then sat upright with Bai Yu next to him.
"Ahem, it's better for you to say what I said."
The man asked awkwardly.
Bai Yu rolled her eyes at him charmingly, and then looked at Ying Baiye outside the light curtain again.
"Well, if you see this, you should already understand."
Bai Yu's voice was very dull, but full of hope.
This is a recorded scene, a scene that I don’t know why it appears here.
"guessed."
Ying Baiye said calmly, his original enthusiasm gradually dissipating.
Yeah, this is just a recorded scene.
It's not really them...
"The people you are talking to now are the real us."
As if he heard what Ying Baiye was thinking, Bai Yu spoke directly.
Eh?
Why do you know what he is thinking?
Ying Baiye was stunned, and there was nothing wrong with the conversation from just now.
It's like having a face-to-face conversation.
"Hello, my yet unknown son."
The man spoke, and as soon as he spoke, he revealed his identity.
"Oh, it seems a bit early to talk about a son now. It would be nice if it's a girl."
"It's my son."
Bai Yu said silently.
"Hey, don't be like this, my wife, you have no sense of mystery at all."
The man shouted strangely, but Bai Yu didn't react at all.
Watching the two people talking, Ying Baiye's eyes gradually became crazy.
At this moment, the two people in the light curtain also became serious.
Especially that man, who was already sitting upright.
"Please briefly introduce yourself."
The man spoke, pointing his finger at himself, staring at Ying Baiye in front of him.
"I, your father."
Although the words were expected, when said like this, this father was a little too out of tune.
Ying Baiye's eyes were a little speechless. How should I put it, he looked a little different from the father he imagined.
"Tell the important point."
Bai Yudan spoke calmly, reminding her husband.
"Oh, I understand."
The man raised his hands in surrender. "You must be curious as to why we need to record this light curtain."
Ying Baiye nodded.
"Of course it's for fun."
? ? ?
"Just kidding, don't mind."
The man smiled wickedly.
"Actually, the time I'm in now should be where you were twenty years ago when you were sixteen."
Ying Baiye was slightly surprised, so he said...
"Well, this is a dialogue across time and space, past and future."
Calculating secrets and spying on the future?
Now he can only think of these two words.
"Are you surprised? Don't be surprised. I am not the one who can do this."
The man shook his head, pointed at Bai Yu next to him and said. "That's the culprit."
Mother?
But before Ying Baiye could figure out the reason, the man in the light curtain spoke again.
"If I guessed correctly, I should have been dead for a few years now, right?"
Ying Baiye lowered his head.
Turns out he knew.
"Then I will die beautifully."
Ying Baiye raised his head and saw the man smiling.
He is very handsome, and his handsome face coupled with his extremely sunny smile is really charming.
"Stop hanging your head."
The person in the light curtain said so.
"That's not your fault."
"What's the meaning?"
The only time he spoke tonight.
"You seem a little too paranoid. You really look like me when I was young."
The man smiled.
Ying Baiye was slightly silent: "I remember."
Yes, I remember it, but that doesn’t mean I understand it.
"Stop it, little brat."
Little... little brat?
Is it easy to beat him now that he is sixteen?
"Looking at the time you have spent in the past ten years or so, you are nothing short of a prison."
"Ah."
Ying Baiye smiled appropriately, not knowing what he was laughing at.
"Actually, I don't want to record this, but as your father in the future, coupled with your mother's concerns, I feel that I should say something to you."
"you say."
Ying Baiye looked at the man with a serious look indifferently and said nothing.
This man is his father, although they have never met, communicated, or had any memories.
However, this connection engraved deep in the blood is the most indelible feeling.
"I'm sorry for not being a part of your life."
The man's tone was filled with deep guilt, which was his biggest regret as a father.
"I learned a lot about the situation from your mother. It seems that you have been struggling."
Can you see all of this?
Ying Baiye thought in confusion.
"what do you want to say?"
"have nothing to say."
The man smiled freely and freely. Bathed in the sunshine, this smile was so charming that it made people fall deeply into it and couldn't extricate themselves.
This includes the woman next to him,
"What's the meaning?"
What does it mean to have nothing to say?
"It means..." The man looked at him funny and did not deliberately prolong it, "I am happy."
? ? ?
What a willful answer.
"Why did you do that?"
"My pleasure."
He started to like his father a little bit.
