MTL - Lie Huo Jiao Chou-Chapter 21

If someone says "I've killed someone", that person must be a murderer. If he said, "I have killed thirty-six people," this is not only a murderer, but also the most disgusting one, and it will become a classic case of legal programs and criminal psychology experts.

But if someone says, "I killed 41,636 people", after listening, most people may not have any fear, because this is a number that goes beyond common sense and has no real sense.

Xuan Yuan's first "ah" sounded blankly, and then his focus went unconsciously: "You don't even remember who you are. Remember this long number?"

This devil was actually not an emperor during his lifetime, but an ancient accountant?

Sheng Lingyuan ignored him.

Xuan Yuan thought about it and asked, "Did you remember something?"

After a while, he heard the man in the sword making a vague "um".

Xuan Yuan suddenly frowned, "Lost!"

He felt like a big leek full of stocks on the night before the stock market crash, which was a step back! When he was able to use the head of the devil as a search engine just now, the devil couldn't even remember his own name. Well, this would be offline, and the goods actually said that the memory was being restored!

If he didn't have too many secrets, Xuan Yuan would like to spit three liters of blood on the sword.

"Then ... Your Majesty," Xuan Yuan turned the heart of the thief in his stomach, and tried to pinch him. "Did you have to calculate the head so accurately when you fought against the city during the Kyushu melee? Is it that you can't join your team if the math is bad? what?"

Sheng Lingyuan was silent for a while: "It's not fighting and slaughtering the city."

He did not correct the term "Your Majesty," nor did he deny that he came from that particular period.

"Qingping Division" was established after the end of the Kyushu melee and during the reunification period. Sheng Lingyuan can speak these three words blurbly, then he is definitely not the emperor. If Xuan Ye had no blind spots in history, he would be buried in Abuchi. Yes, only Emperor Wu Shengxiao.

Of course, Xuan Zhe repeatedly thought about this possibility, and felt that it was not very similar, because only the situation where Sheng Lingyuan was a human was considered here.

This devil's head went from hair to toenails, and there was no place like a human, and he closed his mouth and said "you guys" and "you demon", Xuan Ye didn't know what he was now.

During the melee period, how many races in the world died out after the unification, and it is no longer possible to test them. These races have different customs and habits, the development of productivity is uneven, and the cultural level is also uneven. The title of the leader is even more strange. Some claim to be "kings", "what ancestors", and even some people do not know that the heavens and the earth are thick to a certain extent, claiming to be "what is a god".

Therefore, it is not surprising that some non-human races completely copied the human race system of that year.

Xuan Yuan asked calmly, "What is this ... Witch people, which side is it when fighting?"

"Human," Sheng Lingyuan was absent-minded for a while, not paying attention to the temptation of the little demon chicken, "The witch has always felt like a human ... you see the shape of those bones."

Xuan Ye followed his voice, his eyes fell on the ground, and by the naked eye alone, these white bones were human bones replaced by fake ones. It can be imagined that these bones were humanoid when they were alive.

Xuan Yuan asked again, "It's not Tucheng, what is it?"

This time, Sheng Lingyuan didn't answer.

If the witch people stand on the side of the human race, and the demon head says that they have destroyed the whole witch family, then ... according to this inference, during the melee, does this devil belong to the anti-human side?

It is quite in line with the setting of the magic head.

Xuan Yuan held the epee, feeling the cold and cold atmosphere from the cold iron, and thought of it, there was something doubtful about it.

First of all, if Sheng Lingyuan was an anti-human, why did he learn the monarchy and surnames of the nations at that time?

Also, he always feels that remembering the numbers is so specific, it seems to contain some other kind of emotion.

As well as the witch language that Sheng Lingyuan taught him just now, although he did n’t understand what it meant, Xuan Yuan always felt that the tone was very gentle ... like an old man from a long distance came to visit, and bent over and asked the child who was playing at the door "Take me to see your parents, OK?"

"Who is the Witch anyway?"

"The witch lives in Dongchuan," Sheng Lingyuan said in his own accent, which is difficult to understand, but when he spoke like this, his voice seemed to be affected by the wind and frost from the other side of time and space, and it seemed remote, vicissitudes, and solemn. Believe in the land of mountains and rivers, all things have spirits, no matter the weather is smooth, or the natural disasters are years after years, they live and die without leaving their homeland, because this family thinks that people are like grass and trees, and leaving their homeland is to leave their own roots, which will lead to disaster. They use the spell The human face butterfly is a kind of curse. It was made by the secret method of their first saint. It should be used at the funeral at the earliest. "

"funeral?"

"They think human butterflies can communicate with yin and yang," Sheng Lingyuan replied. "Some deceased people rushed, and sometimes their families were uneasy. They always felt that he hadn't finished saying anything, so they would ask the holy saint in the clan—that is, the host. People who worship at the New Year—come home, conduct a ritual, put the human face butterfly into the mouth of the deceased, and wait less than a day, the deceased can reopen his eyes, sit and walk as usual, talk with his family, and see what should be seen People saw and said what to say, and then the Great Saint took out the human face butterfly and sent the dead to the ground for peace. "

Xuan Yuan said: "Ah? We always thought this thing was just a parasite ... Is it so amazing?"

"It was originally a parasite," Sheng Lingyuan replied coolly. "Since ancient times, funeral condolence has been the delusion of living people, people die like lights, where are so many endless whispers? It is just a ritual, even a witch tribe A dispute over the distribution of the property of a dead person was also handed over to the leader of the clan to rule that he would not 'call' people with human butterflies.

"Dongchuan ... Dongchuan is a treasured land. It has fertile land, rich products, and strong aura. The climate changes a lot. Sometimes it is cloudy, rainy, and snowy. It can pass through the four seasons in one day. Wonderful scenery, even the water is sweeter than elsewhere, so it also gave birth to many rare treasures not found outside. "

One person and one sword followed behind the rickety goatee, and Xuanyuan became more and more surprised when he heard it. Although Sheng Lingyuan's tone was faint, but the words were carefully considered with a sense of nostalgia, he described it as if he were not a group of enemies. The site looks like his hometown.

"Therefore, it is taken for granted that people have been ravaged." Sheng Lingyuan said, "From ancient times to the present, when all living things are in dispute, in the final analysis, it is all about what grows in the soil."

This is indeed because territories and sovereignty must be intact, both are concepts that are unique to modern times. Fighting in the farming era, most of which were caused by natural disasters, did not survive, so they did not remember other people's land.

"So they also protect themselves with butterflies," Xuan Yuan knew, "because this butterfly can not only 'resurrect' the dead, but also parasite on living creatures. Does the witch family have the ability to control the butterfly, just like raising a cricket?" Can people make tapeworms obedient? "

"Well, the witch people have a long history, and their spells are vast and profound. The human face butterfly is only a small part of it. At that time, the army of the monster people had crossed the Abyss, and the people were like wheat seedlings in the ground. They lay down and were harvested, unable to resist, once After being defeated by the demon group, they later defeated and defeated. A large part of the reason was that the hidden world of the witch people stood up and dedicated the insecure secret of their own spells to the people in the most critical time ... because they thought they were too. Man, it is incumbent. "

"That would be even more weird," Xuan Yuan said. "According to this, the witch tribe seems to be a national hero. Even if you do n’t know many people in that era, it is difficult to inherit the literature. There is always word of mouth. Why did they die silently without leaving any traces? "

Sheng Lingyuan smiled softly: "You little demon, what did you grow up with, really don't you see any clans?"

Without waiting for Xuan Ye to answer, he said thoughtfully: "Yes, you are all in a mess now-they think they are humans, but people don't think they are similar."

"Human face butterfly ... Mirror flower water moon butterfly, do you mention it now, aren't you shuddering like an enemy? It was just the tip of the iceberg of the witch mantra. I asked you, if it is you, you can help each other together, Do you believe that the Witches have no reservations? Do you think of yourself as a "human" who has such hidden powers and has no ambitions, and is only willing to crouch in the corner of Dongchuan without any dispute with the world? "

Xuan Yuan heard what he meant, and tilted his head incredulously: "Wait, you don't mean that the witch people died, not because they were destroyed by the enemy during the war, but because they were framed by the alliance!"

Sheng Lingyuan said in an unrelated tone: "Yeah, so get stuck here, you have to be careful."

Xuan Yuan's mind turned sharply: "If that's the case, you will be ..."

Before saying the word "what character", I heard a scream from the goatee on the ground. He should be awake. He opened his eyes and found that he was "sleepwalking" in such a ghost place. His clothes were all bouncing. The big bone was almost scared to death on the spot. He froze frantically in place, crying and shaking his bones, his pants / crotch immediately became wet.

Xuan Yuan wrinkled his nose disgustingly: "... I said, is this buddy a little bit angry?"

The smell of urine is soaring.

Sheng Lingyuan said coolly, "Worry yourself first."

As soon as his voice fell, the ground began to whistle a small "giggle". From small to large, Xuan Yuan looked down and saw that all human bones were "awakened" by this soaking urine, constantly shaking. Get up, while those craniums bounced, they turned to Xuan Yuan and opened their mouths.

Xuan Yuan: "Uh ... Suddenly so much attention, what should I do if I am a bit shy?"

As the voice faded, countless small spots of light flew out of the skull's mouth, and a layer of charming fluorescent light, misty, floated on the pile of white bones, reflecting the soft lines of those bones, as if smiling.

It was countless mirror-flowered water-moon butterflies raising their wings in the wind.

"Uncle." Xuan yelled, his eyes quickly swooped down, and the fire on his wings slammed open the horrible ghost butterflies. He didn't want to grab it with his hand, and picked up the stinky goatee with his epee.

Sheng Lingyuan: "..."

presumptuous! This little ghost is dead!

But even though those ghost butterflies were afraid of fire, they couldn't hold up a large number. They burned one batch and surrounded them, and the fluorescence became brighter and brighter. This dark witch v looked like a blue sky, and Xuan Yuan wanted to fly up. , But flew twenty meters, he found himself to the top!

I do n’t know if this ghost is a tunnel or a cave, and I do n’t know where the exit is. There are mirror flowers and water moon butterflies in all directions.

Xuan Yuan raised a goosebump. Suddenly, Yu Guang glanced at a dark place—it looked like a cave, and the butterflies avoided it, so it was very dark.

Too late to think, he picked the goatee and pierced into the cave. 2k novel reading network