I will bury the gods

Chapter 39 Thunderstorm
Wuzhu Lake is the realm of the gods.

A few hours ago, the beautiful scene with clear moonlight was suddenly covered by black clouds. The heavy rain fell from the sky like a bead curtain with broken threads, collided in the air, splashed into a misty white mist, and soaked the entire night.

Every time lightning strikes, all the high-rise buildings will vibrate accordingly, flickering in the whiteness and darkness.

Flocks of night birds whirled in the air, screaming and looking for shelter from the rain.

The Wu family kept too many birds.

So this black sparrow lived in Wu's house for several months, but it didn't attract anyone's attention.

Today, when Master Yun sees the blackbird flying high into the sky, he can't help but think of that rainy night more than ten years ago.

That was 14 years ago...

"Did my mother die at that time?"

Xiaohe's voice was like wisps of rain.

"Ah."

Master Yun responded.

The 14 years seem to be linked together by the rainstorm, and the baby girl at that time has grown into a beautiful girl in the blink of an eye.

Sitting by the window, Xiaohe felt the oncoming rain, and waved to the night sky.

"Auntie, goodbye."

This is the last time she will see her aunt.

When the aunt was captured by the Wu family, in order to pry her secret, the Wu family had already made that body riddled with holes. Even if she rested in the mountains, she would not be able to live for many years. For countless nights in the past, she was Outside the door, I heard my aunt groaning miserably from the pain all night, tossing and turning without sleep.

It came with Xiaohe, and it wanted to watch the girl it raised grow up, and it also wanted to complete the poisonous curse it set back then.

The girl looked disappointed, her cheeks were wet.

Master Yun sighed. Although he thought that there would be changes, he never thought that this day would come in such a form.

He thought of the divination that the predictor had done before his death.

Is that a crooked attack, or... there is a definite plan in the dark?
He was already exhausted, so exhausted that he could not maintain his disguise, and many ordinary people could see the faint white powder and markings emerging from Yun Zhenren's 'handsome' face.

But he also has vows.

When he stabbed himself three swords and rebelled from Yunkong Mountain, he was seriously injured after killing his younger brother and seizing the fairy pupils. He was waiting to die in the wasteland.He also made an oath in the ancestral hall of the Wu family to protect the Wu family until the inheritance of the guardian god ends.

It's ridiculous to say that Yunkong Mountain has a blood feud with him, but he still likes the Taoist priest who calls himself Yunkong Mountain.

"That's the end of tonight's farce."

Master Yun lowered his sleeves, and didn't even bother to draw his sword. His left eye lit up with a golden light, and a vaguely golden armored figure appeared behind him. It was the soul pulled from the tomb of the sky, "You should know , I am a fairy."

"I know." Xiaohe said.

"Do you think you can stop me?" Yun Zhenren asked, "Your aunt is no longer in her prime, and I can kill her with a word of truth."

"Please tell the truth." Xiaohe smiled.

Master Yun showed a puzzled expression. He pointed forward, opened his mouth, and spoke to the rain curtain.

"The Rain Master Turns the Clouds and Breaks the Water"

Master Yun frowned, but the voice of the last word seemed to be blocked and could not be uttered.

With a serious look on his face, he took a step forward, and the sword was naturally drawn in his hand, standing on his chest.

"Sword Art Break*"

"Star Shifting Divine Change*"

"Five Dead*"

Only a complete spell can cast a mysterious spell, but when he reads the spell, there is always only one word missing, that word is swallowed by the invisible mouth, and there is no bone residue left, so the entire spell collapses and becomes invalid.

When he read the last sentence, his mouth moved even more rapidly, but he couldn't make any sound.

It stands to reason that there are indeed some sound-related spells in this world, through which ascetics can erase other people's voices.But the voice is easy to dissolve, how to erase the voice of the heart?

What's more, my realm is far higher than Wu Youhe's. How can there be such a high-level technique in the world that can shield my voice across three realms?

There were too many unexpected things tonight, even he felt numb, but his thinking still found the key in the flash.

"So you are not the spiritual root of foresight!" Master Yun said coldly.

The words came out as usual.

"The real person finally figured it out."

The girl's slightly curled lips curled up again, and she spit out a sentence casually, and then stretched her five fingers, holding the sentence in her hand.

It is a non-stop vibrating but invisible 'sound', it changes shape in the girl's hands, sometimes it is like a thin dragon wrapping its arms, sometimes it is like a swan falling feathers, sometimes it is high-pitched and passionate, sometimes it is low and tactful...it is erratic around the girl , jumping and flying with her fingers.

"This is the spirit of sound." Xiaohe said, "All I have from the beginning to the end are the spiritual roots of sound."

……

It was raining heavily, and the black bird took one last look at the girl by the window, yelled, and then swooped in the direction of the Patriarch's attic like an arrow.

It was the tallest building in the Wu family, and it stood out from the crowd at a glance, and it was unmistakable.

Xiaohe lied to everyone.

She doesn't have the ability to predict the future, and she can't fool the stone of truth. She just cut off its sound with the spiritual root of sound. She walked quietly and opened the door quietly because of this.

She lied at the time, but she let Master Yun listen to a subtext—that she could live to four years later!

Yun Zhenren is a smart person, of course he can understand.

There are four god servants, she can't let herself be the extra one, she has to infiltrate the Wu family, so she fabricated this lie, knowing that something like the spiritual root is difficult to falsify, even if Master Yun has doubts, there is nothing he can do about it.

Anyway, the mantra stone can't test her.

The real man couldn't utter his spells, as if he had cut off his own arm, but his state was still the highest here. He pulled out his sword, broke through the wall, and rushed into the raging rain outside the house.

He's going to stop that black bird!

The house is in total chaos.

Many people belatedly figure out what their conversations are about.

It turned out that this girl was a baby who was supposed to die 14 years ago, but the demon sparrow did not kill her for the first time, but instead raised her to become a ghost to take revenge on the witch family!
The girl's stunning figure was dyed with a touch of blood, her cheeks, eyebrows, lips and teeth... The wet rain seemed to fade away makeup, which deepened this beauty. She smiled and looked at the crowd, her snow-white hair fluttering in a mess.

Second Young Master and Wang Erguan also came.

Wang Erguan looked at the unbelievably beautiful girl, and sat down on the ground in fright, thinking quickly whether he had offended Xiaohe in the past.

The Second Young Master looked at the Eldest Young Master's body on the ground, his face turned pale with fright, and he ran away.

The one with the ugliest face was Ji Luoyang. He looked at Xiaohe, like a piece of haggard wood that had been struck by lightning and stood frozen in place. There was no anger in his eyes, he just muttered to himself:
"So there were so many opportunities...I...I missed them all..."

Xiaohe ignored his sleep talk.

She jumped out of the window and fell to the ground with a smile. The people had already started to run away, they pushed and trampled each other, making a mess.

"It's so noisy."

Xiaohe snapped her fingers, and the sound of the whole room was silenced by her.

She can control all the sounds that she can hear.

"A lot of people tried to kill me back then. My aunt helped me remember the name. I recited it from childhood and remembered it clearly. Ten years have passed. I don't know if you... are still alive."

Xiaohe drew out a sword casually and walked towards the crowd.

……

A few feathers fell from Master Yun's body, and the rain stuck the feathers to his black clothes.

He couldn't stop the black bird.

The black bird almost brushed against his sword, and slid into the Patriarch's Pavilion. Everyone's doors and windows were closed in an instant, and they entered the state of facing the enemy.

The heavy rain washed away the feathers and blood on the wooden sword. Looking at the tall buildings like towering mountains in the dark night, Master Yun sighed with murderous intent.

The Patriarch's Building is a terrifying weapon for killing people. Ever since Patriarch's realm declined, he has been hiding in it, not daring to take half a step.

Tonight, that demon sparrow is destined to go and never return, but the owner...

In the highest attic, the hook-nosed old man huddled in a wooden chair. He looked at the dimly lit window and the dark shadow in front of him, his expression trembling.

A shapeless shadow.

She was wearing a red crow mask, which covered her face that was already out of shape. She stood by the window, looking at the empty birdcage, with no clear expression in her eyes.

All over the world there is only the sound of thunder and rain.

It was difficult for her to completely transform into a human form. The unmolten feathers were like a squirrel draped over her body. She pulled out one casually, and the long feathers turned into a sharp blade. She held it in her hand. Wherever the blade touched, the air trembled slightly. .

The mechanism of the Wu family's God's Tower also moved, the curtain was lowered, and the god paintings on it came to life. They no longer fought with the scrolls, but all rushed towards the intruding black shadow. The raccoon faces on the roof also became alive, they turned into civet cat-like imps, kicking their hind feet up, jumping back and forth between the complicated beams, and grinning at the intruders on the ground.

After the bright long knife, the armor hanging on the wall moved by itself. They all became ghost generals, holding the handle of the knife, and swiping it together, like a well-trained army.

But Sombra didn't look at them.

She stared at the birdcage hidden in the depths, and laughed ho ho ho ho from her throat. The creepy smile echoed endlessly in the room. The glow of light.

The rainstorm seems to have penetrated the barrier of time, linking 14 years ago with today!
A fantasy suddenly appeared in her pupils.

Back then, she was lying in a cage dripping with blood, and the victorious patriarch was sitting on a high place, looking down on everything coldly. A beautiful, pregnant woman was playing the piano beside her. The sound of the piano was like a deer lost in the forest. .

She can understand the sound of the piano and her confusion. They are all trapped in a cage, and there is only visible and invisible.

The Witch family bears the secret of the guarding god, and she also bears the secret of the white phoenix—when the gods bestow secrets on mortal beings, they never care about their strength, because for these gods at the end of the legend, the world is nothing but In a world made of dust, there is no difference between the dust.

But even if it is Mochen, she is still the most powerful kind in Mochen.

If she hadn't just laid eggs at that time, it would have been impossible for her to be encircled and captured by the Wu family.

That was the child she worked so hard to give birth to, but before she could hatch it, it was shattered in the melee and turned into a muddy slurry, which flowed everywhere like maddening blood.

The black shadow leaped high, broke several beams, and swung out a sword, chopping up the ghosts that rushed from the curtain, and they fell to the ground, turning into colorful and writhing maggots.

The black shadow of the red crow mask raised her hand, her figure swayed, and she slashed again with the sword.

In the deep night, she vaguely saw that woman again.

She couldn't remember the face of the woman playing the piano, but only remembered her eyes looking across the cage, there were timidity, fear, concern, and... sympathy in those eyes.

She was not scared off by herself, but often fed her. At that time, she thought it was a trick of the Wu family and wanted to use it to loosen her heart.

'Just call you Gu Gu...'

At that time, she was too weak and could only make a cooing sound. The woman's reaction was so naive that she felt false.

As thoughts shuttled, the organs of the Wu family were like thousands of arrows being fired at once, and the strong killing intent was like a torrential rain that crushed mountains and seas.

She faced the torrential rain.

In the rainstorm, the baby girl fell to the ground, and the Wu family quarreled endlessly.

Back then, the tutor pointed at the child in her belly and said that it was destiny, if the Wu family killed her without permission, they would be punished by the gods. The head of the family believed it, but the night the child was born, the tutor went crazy.

No one will believe a crazy woman's nonsense anymore.

The dissatisfaction that had accumulated in the family for several months broke out overnight, and the child became the target of public criticism.

In the middle of the night, the door suddenly opened, and a young woman crawled in with blood all over her lower body. She was wrapped in the servant's clothes, and somehow she got here from the chaos. She took out the key she had stolen, and tremblingly opened the door of the cage. Door.

'You've only fed me a few times, why should I help you? '

'I hate you Wu family, including you, what you released is a demon. '

'That's your child, she has dirty blood running through her...'

'I will not thank you. '

"I'll eat her."

'...'

The young woman was lying in a pool of blood. Her beautiful face was so white that it made people feel miserable. Before she died, her lips moved, not knowing whether to say a curse or a blessing.

Bean-sized raindrops fell from the dark sky, and the sky was always so high that even with wings, it was just soaring in unreachable despair.

The black crow feathers cut dazzling arcs.

Everything enshrined in the pavilion was collapsing. The Patriarch sat in the very center, his fingers moved mechanically, driving the huge weapon to kill the black shadow.

In the eldest son's palace, streaks of blood also sprayed indifferently.

Xiaohe watched her enemies fall in a pool of blood one by one, but there was no smile on her face. She looked at the mess, and scenes from childhood to adulthood emerged in her mind.

Her 14 years of life were like a punishment.

When she was a child, she crawled and rolled in the swamp, planed food in the snow, and fought in the forest. Her arms were thin, and she only had a rusty hatchet in her hand. She would die anytime, anywhere, and she felt that life would be better than death... …

It was a dark day, and after my aunt taught her to speak, she didn't say any unnecessary words to her.

Survival comes at a price.

She was lucky enough to survive that rainy night, but she was burdened with sin and hatred. She never soared in the blue and sunny sky with white clouds, but in the night of endless rain. In such nights, the soft feathers turned into steel. blade, which is the armor of her existence.

She practiced penance like this for 14 years.

At a certain moment, an angry look suddenly appeared on the girl's cold face.

She turned around, grabbed the eldest son's corpse by the neck and lifted him up, her pale eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Why are you... so weak!" Xiao He gritted her teeth.

"Aren't you a banished immortal? Aren't you the reincarnation of a true immortal? Aren't you the only genius in the Wu family for 300 years?" Xiaohe asked loudly, "Why are you...so weak!!"

She swung the body to the ground and turned around sharply.

"For you people, I have to endure such pain, just for... you people!"

The eldest son couldn't answer, his body fell heavily on the ground, and his fairy-like skin was already trampled on.

Memories pressed again.

'I'm going to take you to a place, a very important place. '

They have crossed countless snow mountains.

When she was about to fail, the sun rose from the east, and the snow-capped mountains in front of her were illuminated golden.

'This is where? '

'Do not ask. '

'what is this? '

'Do not ask. '

'What should I do? '

'Drink it. '

She drank it all, rolled on the ground in pain, and once begged her aunt to kill herself.

It was a long time later that she realized that it was the marrow blood of the gods... Her hair turned white, her eyes became lighter, and she could perceive the world more clearly, and even felt that she could spread her illusory wings and go to the tomb-like sky.

'They sucked my blood, plucked my feathers, and knocked my marrow to get this thing, which I intended to give to my children. '

'Am I not your daughter? '

'You are the daughter of the enemy! '

Auntie yelled hoarsely, she turned her head, her cheeks were slightly sunken, her apparently old face showed a ferocious look, she seemed to be crazy, but her eyes were sober and frightening, she grabbed her shoulders, pinching her nails like a knife into her flesh:
"My daughter died a long time ago... I brought you up, you are my daughter... besides you, who else can I give it to?!"

Pity and hatred changed on the same face, and in the end she hugged herself and cried loudly, crying heartbreakingly, crying hoarsely, crying so hard that she... couldn't bear to hear it.

Lightning shuttled through the clouds, and the sound of thunder was deafening.

When she was very young, her aunt told her that lightning is a ladder hanging from the sky, everyone can see it, but it is also fleeting, only the really strong people can climb along this winding lightning , to see the secret behind the clear blue sky.

How to become a truly powerful person...

'It's so warm down here, why do we always have to live on top of this mountain?The snow here will not melt for 1000 years. '

'Because one day, you will go to a real snow mountain. '

'A real snow mountain? '

'That is the snow mountain in the far east. On the snow mountain, there is a ruomu reaching the sky. According to legend, as long as you climb that snow mountain and see that ruomu, you can become the co-lord of all the monsters in the world.You gotta get there someday, don't... let me down. '

Xiaohe walked to the window, her face covered with rain.

Master Yun walked back wearily.

He could have forced his way into the main building of the pavilion, trying to stop everything from happening, but he was so tired that he couldn't even keep his eyes open.

The sudden chirping of birds was pierced by lightning.

The pavilion master was in chaos as if he had just experienced an explosion.

The black shadow of the red crow mask broke through layers of obstructions and came to the old Patriarch. She was also covered with bruises, and behind the broken mask was a face she couldn't bear to look at.

There are too many curses and poisons in her body, and she is not sure how she survived to this day, maybe it is to complete the last obsession.

She completed her obsession.

But in the end, she couldn't even tell whether the person in front of her died of old age or was killed by her.

The patriarch died, and a fierce array of death unfolded at the same time, and she had nowhere to escape.

Nor did she think about going or getting out of the building.

She knelt on the ground, shouting angrily and unwillingly.

'aunt……'

Faintly, she heard the girl calling her, she turned her head, and behind her was the misty night, facing the cold night, she showed the only gentle smile in her life.

Death swallowed everything including her.

Living in this filthy land, it is inevitable to bear the evil debts brought by it, gods, evil spirits, dragon corpses, real immortals... Countless people are crazy because of it, and countless people die because of it.

Xiaohe stood quietly in the building, waiting for everything to die down.

She stood there for a long, long time.

The rain gradually stopped.

Filaments floated in the empty sky.

She seemed to be able to see a black bird hovering there. She was trapped in the torrential rain that night and could not leave for the rest of her life. It was not until death came that she fell asleep peacefully and dissolved in the cold night.

Another long time passed.

Xiaohe untied the God Servant's card from himself, and handed it to Master Yun.

"Give him to my senior brother." Xiaohe said.

"Why don't you go in person?" Yun Zhenren asked.

"I'm going to make up." Xiaohe said.

　One!

　　This kind of big chapter is generally one. If it is a chapter of two or three thousand, there must be Chapter 2.

　　In the future, everyone can judge by the number of words!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)