clear?

What else is there to be wondering? Shi Mingjing concealed his true identity from the top of life and death from the very beginning. For so many years, he has been avoiding talking about his biological parents. Even if he mentions it occasionally, he still looks sad in just a few words, which makes people unbearable to continue interrogating.

There are always loopholes in lies, and too much words will lead to mistakes. This kind of simple truth will never be understood by the master.

Looking back at this moment, Shi Mei has never shed a tear since she was a child...

"Come up, I will take you to the end of the martyrdom road."

The carriage is from the demon race, and its whole body is cast from gold, and silver water is embedded with statues of the demon realm. There are two figures carved at the joint of the shaft. On the left is a man with a bearded eyes wide open and holding a ruler. He doesn't know what kind of grudges the person who made the image has to do with him. This person is described as being extremely ugly and disgusting. On the right is a plump woman, with her eyes lowered and holding a ruler. This is a little better, and ugly is ugly, but it is still tolerated.

The most uncomfortable thing is that in front of the five-pierce magic horse, there are five things floating with spiritual power, namely the limbs and a bloody head - these are fake and woodcuts, but Chu Wanning has seen the fake Gou Chen's appearance at the bottom of the Jincheng Pool, so he easily recognizes that this is actually the appearance of Gou Chen Shanggong.

"All the chariots and horses in the Demon Realm have always been like this." The Immortal Lord glanced at the slim head, "It has been like this for millions of years."

Sitting in the wing, the little bell on the magic horse's bridle ring was sitting in a comfortable position, saying, "You should have guessed who the two little figures on the shaft are."

“…it’s Fuxi and Nuwa.”

"No," he smiled, "The old man from the Demon Lord hated the God Realm to death, and he wanted the First God to pull a cart for him for the rest of his life."

“…Why did Shennong survive?”

"I haven't heard Hua Binan talk about this. However, it is rumored that Shennong is gentle and generous, and does not like to care about fighting and killing on weekdays. His relationship with Fuxi and Nuwa is not very close. I think that the old slip-on should not have participated much in the battle between gods and demons back then."

Chu Wanning stopped talking and turned to look out the window of the red martyrdom.

The magic horse's journey was very fast. After about a cup of tea, they had already taken them to the end of the bloody bridge.

After getting off the carriage, I was covered with bridge made of white bones, and in front of me was a vast sea of ​​clouds. The gate of the Demon Realm seemed hundreds of times larger than on the top of life and death. It could be seen clearly in both the whole picture and the details. It was so huge, as if it was connected to the world and the ground was nowhere to go, and the fire in the Demon Realm splashed in the rainy night. Mortals stood in front of it, just like a canfly to a giant tree and a millet to the sea.

Chu Wanning looked at this giant gate of the sky, and the passing of the eyes was full of exquisite relief paintings, carving the scenes of the five realms, among which the demon world was in the upper position, ghosts, demons, and people followed, and the god world was in the lowermost place. These reliefs were magnificent, but there was a vague sense of indescribable treacherousness.

"Do you think it's strange?" The Immortal Lord walked to him and looked at the giant door side by side with him. "When I saw it for the first time, I also felt something was wrong."

“…”

"It took me half an hour to see the problem."

However, he obviously did not intend to spend more time and let Chu Wanning stare at him for half an hour, so he said: "All the reliefs on this door and the stone door are not made of the same material, but are later melted and cast. They are immortal bones."

Chu Wanning looked back suddenly.

The expression of the Immortal Lord seemed to be increasingly gloomy under the reflection of the demon fire: "In the prehistoric world, the demon Lord stripped all the captured gods and immortals to make reliefs, and embedded them on all the gates of the demon world."

The strong wind blew his clothes and heaved.

"From now on, all living beings who go to the demon world will see how many gods have been captured by demons. It also shows that the demons behind the sect will never interact with the gods forever."

After seeing this shocking vision for a while, the Immortal Lord said, "It's almost done. Now you know what we are going to do. Do you still have so many resentments?"

"...I have killed all those who have been with two lives just to pave the way home." Chu Wanning raised his eyes. Although he knew that the Immortal Lord was just a puppet controlled by others, he still couldn't help but feel cold. "There is no resentment, do you still hope that I will say, is it done well?"

The Immortal Lord was about to answer the conversation when he suddenly heard a commotion from behind.

They turned around, but saw Mu Yanli leading more than a thousand people from the back mountain of life and death. She didn't expect these two people to be here. She was stunned at first, and then her eyes fell directly on Chu Wanning.

"Why did you bring him here?" She stared at Chu Wanning, but said to the Immortal Lord, "I'm not afraid of getting into trouble."

The Immortal Lord said coldly: "He has a look, I know what he will want to do next. It won't be a problem for you."

"This place is the key place for the Butterfly Bone tribe to return home. Do you know--"

He didn't want to listen to her slap, so he interrupted, "So who among you guys can tie him?"

Mu Yanli choked.

"He is by my side, and he is even more wings than in the cage where he has been cast on the ten-level forbidden spells. I kindly take him to share your worries with you. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

"you--!"

"What?" The Immortal Lord raised his thin eyelids and his eyes were extremely cold. "If you don't accept it, I will send him back immediately and leave it alone. You can find a way to watch him. Don't accidentally let him approach Hua Binan again, and it will easily kill Hua Binan's life."

Mu Yanli was blocked by him for a moment and couldn't speak. After a long time, he stopped talking. Mei Hanbo said angrily: "...Forget this matter. I'll make some chess pieces and fill them all up. In addition, An Nan has detained some people since the present world, and they are all on the top of life and death. If you have cleaned up the things in front of you, hurry back and make some new chess."

After she said that, she left with her sleeves and the immortal king glanced at Chu Wanning, revealing her white teeth, and poured a pond of dimples deep.

"You are really lucky and have a batch of materials. Do you want to see how I cast the bridge?"

The situation of living people building a floating bridge for sacrifices was too terrifying. After returning that day, Chu Wanning had a nightmare.

In the dream, the immortal king stood at the end of the road to martyrdom, stepping on the broken bones under his feet, heart, liver, spleen, stomach, stomach, and intestines, every organ and every piece of flesh grew bright red mouth, and was wailing shrillly.

"I don't want to die..."

"Give me back my life...Give me back my life..."

He saw half of Xue Meng's face in these corpses, Xue Zhengyong's eyes, Mrs. Wang's body, and her hands with fine moles in her sinful bodies.

He ran towards them with great force and shouted, "Xue Meng! Lord! Husband--"

The words fell.

He saw the blood in the sky, Mo Ran slowly turned around, and it was still the same disciple's condor when he used to be. His eyes were gentle and sad. He said, "Master, save me..."

"I don't want to die, I don't want to... Save me..."

Suddenly he woke up, gasping, his cheeks and vests were covered with cold sweat. He wanted to get up, but his wrists were bound by the forbidden spell of the immortal lord, so he could not move.

The room was very quiet, he was the only one, dripping slowly, like the tears of the dead gathered into a stream.

"Come..."

He has been so thin that he has been so thin that he has been sitting on the bed. He is too thin, and the thick quilt covers him with almost no ups and downs.

Memories of the past life, missed in this life, piled up sea of ​​corpses, and hopeless future.

The piles of people covered his shoulders, crushing the iron bones to ashes.

Chu Wanning's eyes were empty, he was stunned and slowly came back to his senses from the nightmare, but reality was not much better than nightmare, so his expression seemed particularly broken.

"Come..."

Liu Gong staggered in, much aging than Chu Wanning remembered.

After all, this world is too far away from the year he died in his previous life.

"Master, are you having a nightmare?"

The old servant could see his heart at a glance, and Chu Wanning nodded tiredly.

"I'll go and warm you up a pot of ginger tea..."

"No need." Chu Wanning raised his slightly wet eyes and looked at him in the dark, "Where is Mo Ran? Still on the road to martyrdom?"

“…”

"How many more people did he kill?"

Mr. Liu was silent for a long time and sighed: "Master, stop asking."

The dripping is flowing long and the wind and rain are bleak outside.

"The old slave does not understand magic practice. But he also knows that on the day when the door of life and death is completely opened, everything will not be turned back. These masters actually understand it in their hearts."

Chu Wanning's lips moved slightly. After a while, he suddenly closed his eyes and held the fiery red magic spell chain on his wrist with his fingers. Since his attempt to assassinate, Taxianjun has been on guard against him. When he has nothing to do, Taxianjun will stare at him personally, and when he wants to go outside to pave the way for the return of the demons, Chu Wanning will be locked in Wushan Hall.

"Master... Forget it, you have done enough in two lifetimes." Liu Gong's voice was old, like a shaking autumn leaves, "Let's see the last day as everyone."

"It's all over, there's no way around."

"Live well, stop torture yourself..."

Mr. Liu later brought a bowl of ginger tea and took care of Chu Wanning to drink it. The old man used to be cautious in his words and actions, and understood what to say and what not to say. This is also the reason why he could stay by the side of the Immortal Lord for so long.

But on this rainy night, he looked at Chu Wanning, who was forced into a desperate situation and was extremely haggard. He looked at Chu Wanning's cheeks, even whiter than porcelain cups. He looked at Chu Wanning's cheeks outside, and suddenly felt a little complicated when he looked at the sad and rainy night outside.

Mr. Liu didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only say: "Drinke more, at least this bowl will always be finished... ginger tea can drive away the cold. It is said that nightmare is because of cold body. After drinking it, you will not have nightmares."

After a while, he was stunned and whispered: "My son used to have nightmares. Give him some drinks and he slept peacefully..."

But the mutter was too light and Chu Wanning didn't hear it.

After serving him with tea, the old servant slowly walked out with a plate of cups. Before stepping out of the house, he wiped the corners of his eyes. The old man was soft-hearted but couldn't do anything, so his back seemed to be more and more hunched.

He disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Actually, Mr. Liu is right. To stop Shi Mei, it is the best time before the door of life and death is opened. If you miss it, the situation will be almost impossible to recover.

Chu Wanning sat in the deserted Wushan Hall. He knew that he had lost to Shi Mei in the end. It was too late to discover the truth in his previous life. His sacrifice and planning only delayed the disaster by about ten years.

In the end, everything returned to the beginning.

He tried his best, but he still achieved nothing.

More than one book has been recorded in the book. Time and space are broken, and heavenly punishment will come. In fact, even if heavenly punishment does not come, these two worlds are already in chaos. This is the last years, and many people know it in their hearts, but the spiritual consciousness of the Immortal Lord is incomplete, so he is not worried, he lives very freely.

He came back that day and brought a pot of pear blossoms.

While filling the wine glasses in front of the two of them, he said to Chu Wanning: "The road to martyrdom has almost been paved."

“…”

"When you help Hua Binan finish this, you will be free." He took a sip of the pear blossom that he had not tasted for a long time, and then smiled, "Well, it still tastes the same."
To be continued...