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Chapter 249 [Sorrow of Death]

The bloody sky shattered, and the world suddenly fell silent.

The setting sun quietly changed color, leaving only a blue vertical pupil, like a god, high above, overlooking all beings indifferently.

The ground was already empty and pitch black.

The grassland, river, willows, bloody lotus, including the youthful desirelessness, all turned into fragments scattered all over the sky like dandelions, completely annihilated.

There was only a deep darkness left in the place——

And three palpitating souls.

In fact, Wuyu could have cut off the connection with the fake body as soon as he fell into this unknown situation, so as to avoid a strong psychological shock, but he did not choose to do so.

This is a long-term memory that he self-sealed, and it was actively backlogged in the deepest part of his consciousness. However, when memories and emotions gushed out like a tide, he still couldn't help remembering them instead of continuing to avoid them.

This is actually a matter of time, but I didn't expect to be dug out in such a "forced" way——

【The Scream of Death】.

Wuyu had heard of this ability before, but judging from the way it was presented and its effect, it was very similar to the disgusting trick of "Sadness", a member of the solo group under that guy Bai Mo.

It is said that this guy's fighting ability is average, but he is very good at making dirty tricks and interrogating.

And this is the most terrifying effect of [Death's Sorrow], that is, it can unreasonably dig out the memories that people don't want to think of deep in their hearts, no matter how deep they are hidden.

At the same time, it can also amplify the sad emotions in the memory, so as to hit the opponent's will.

If Bei is willing, he can even turn this memory into a projected video for more people to watch together.

"Sorrowful... It really is that guy Bai Mo who did it..."

Although the brain was constantly impacted by intense sadness, Wuyu's thinking was still clear, he sneered in his heart, and glanced around indifferently.

"Maybe that guy is hiding in the dark looking at my memory..."

Thinking of this, a smiling face of a girl in Tsing Yi suddenly flashed in his mind, standing on the bank of the river, with three thousand blue hairs moving with the wind, she was about to open her mouth, but it suddenly turned into bubbles and scattered in all directions.

Qinglian...

Even if it has been forgotten for so long, and it has passed for so long, when I think about it again, the picture of the past is still so clear, as if it was still yesterday.

——Even now, he still didn't notice the huge blue eyeball above his head.

Only Bai Mo, who had noticed the abnormality long ago, found this out. He suppressed his sadness, tried his best to look up at the sky, and looked at the cold vertical pupil.

The eyeballs were motionless, as if frozen.

And if Bai Mo knew Wuyu's thoughts at this moment, he might think this guy is stupid.

What happened just now is indeed similar to the sad [Death's Wail], recreating the sad memory, using the sad emotion as a spear, stabbing the enemy fiercely, this is indeed very similar to the effect of the "Death's Wail" similar.

But similarity does not mean that this is the ability of compassion.

A lazy face flashed in Bai Mo's mind.

That guy usually likes to stay behind the most, no matter what he always wants to catch fish, his mantra is "forget it in this life", but on the first day when the war was caught off guard, he rushed to the front, using [Death's Wail] Temporarily restrained several gods.

On the first day of the war, the guy died fighting.

He has no possibility of staying behind here.

Bai Mo suddenly remembered the spirit cards in the village of Silence, and felt a little sad again——

Everyone is waiting for him.

He withdrew his thoughts and thought about something else.

Since this is not [Death's Wail], what is it?

And... Does the huge eyeball on the top of the head that looks like a dragon's eye belong to the dragon that was locked underground?

If yes, then did that guy hide some important information from himself?

Under the repeated impact of sadness, Bai Mo's thoughts were confused, and he couldn't help feeling the desireless past.

In my impression, Wuyu didn't seem to be wearing a sword and wine gourd, and he wasn't a sword fairy. He was always dressed in red, and he was a frightening puppeteer.

... I think this is not for forgetting, but for closing my own memory, so that I can completely become a person without desires.

Perhaps only in this way can he do some things that he is unwilling to do on weekdays.

While thinking, Bai Mo suddenly remembered a conversation he had with Wu Yu in front of the death pit——

"So many people died again, we can climb out alive, I have to say we are very lucky."

At that time, his heart was full of joy for the rest of his life.

"Are there many people who died?" Wu Yu asked calmly, her red eyes were cold.

"Not much?" he asked suspiciously.

"Nowhere near that level of death is enough to nurture a new flower."

"Ok?"

Bai Mo turned his head, he still remembers the expression of Wuxi at that time.

"Maybe one day, I will slaughter a whole city and use enough deaths to welcome new life..." Wuyu said indifferently, "We will meet once, and I only hope that by that time, you will not be among those people."

"..."

At that time, Bai Mo naturally couldn't approve Wuyu's idea, thinking that he had lost his humanity, but he didn't expect that the world was impermanent, and he turned into such a person later.

Even in a sense, they are the same.

But at that time, there was news of the destruction of the town almost every day, and Bai Mo didn't know whether Wuyu had done this after all.

He only remembered that when the two faced each other again, Wuyu was defeated and locked in the coffin. At that time, his first and last request was to put the dandelion in his arms outside the coffin——

The reason is that it is more free.

"Cough cough."

Bai Mo's thoughts were interrupted by a strong sadness and physical pain. He is not in a good state at the moment. This kind of sadness is probably a special attack, which will have a negative impact on the body and mind at the same time.

Although his heart is strong enough, his body is really broken now. If this continues, he is worried that he may die of excessive grief.

As for the woman with the false certification...she could only be worse.

And the fact is just as Bai Mo guessed.

At this moment, Yang Yiyi didn't even have the strength to curse the [-]th generation of Bai Mo's ancestors secretly. Tears kept flowing, her brain was almost completely filled with sadness, and she exuded a gloomy temperament.

She didn't know why she was so sad. The scene just now was clearly similar to watching romance novels and TV dramas. She actually watched it with a piercing heart, as if she was the protagonist herself.

When she thought that she might be completely swallowed by this kind of sadness, her sadness couldn't help but intensified, and she even thought of her bleak life in the first half of her life.

She became more and more sad, even if she recalled the happy memories, these memories would become sad under the influence of sadness——

When I was a child, I was very happy when I ate meat for the first time, but later I realized that it might be human flesh, so sad;
When I was 13 years old, I was very happy to watch the sunrise with my brother, but later my brother just died in the sunrise, sad;

At the age of 15, he escaped from birth, but the world is not only not free, but more cruel and sad;

Half a year ago, I was very happy to make a lot of money by myself, but I relied on deceit, and since then I can no longer touch the truth, sad...

Sad, sad, still sad.

Whether it is sad, happy, unforgettable, or even about to be forgotten, all memories are turned into a torrent of turmoil, constantly washing away Yang Yiyi's rationality.

Her intuition told her that she might become a work of art that lost her mind and could only cry forever.

"For being human, I'm sorry."

After greeting the eighteen generations of Bai Mo's ancestors again in her heart, she was completely desperate, remembering the sentence she had read somewhere, and murmured in grief.

However, at this moment, an indifferent voice sounded in her ear.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but there seems to be a little smile in this voice.

"I'm sorry now, isn't it too late?"

——It was the voice of that bastard.

Perhaps it was because the smile in that hateful voice was too gentle, Yang Yiyi only felt her sadness recede like a tide, and her vision returned to clarity.

Turning her head, the boundless darkness was gone, surrounded by fleshy walls, she was still in the dragon's stomach, and beside her was Bai Mo with a cold expression. He was no different from before, except that the palm of his hand was pierced by the black dog's tail grass.

Blood flowed all over the ground, but there was no pain on his face, only peace that made people feel at ease.

Yang Yiyi breathed a sigh of relief, but saw the other party suddenly glanced at him.

"I heard you, did you just scold me?"

(End of this chapter)