Douluo: Senior Sister is too popular, what should I do?

Chapter 118 The Reflection of the World
Unlike many people, during the precious twelve-hour novice protection period, Sangxia didn't rush to see the killing fields of hell, but just wandered around the city with nothing to do.

The guide followed her silently, watching her shuttling through the dark alleys, passing by the disputes and killings happening here anytime and anywhere, gently walking like a smart cat to prevent the sticky blood from staining the shoes. Standing on tiptoe, sometimes walking unsteadily on the narrow wall like a water bird riding on the waves, the slender sleeves are blown up by the wind, like floating clouds from above the heads of the crowd. Scrolling past, it seems that it will fly away from the wall at any time.

She suddenly felt fear.

Fear comes from people's awe of the unknown, and she began to feel that this girl is something unobservable, human-like, because she is too calm, for the "human" group, watching and supporting each other is a The instinct engraved deep in the blood, these weak creatures rely on this method to continue from the ancient times when wolves were surrounded by dangers and survived.

Correspondingly, when human beings kill their own kind or witness such things happen, they will also feel uncomfortable about it instinctively, even if everyone in the killing city is a murderous thug full of nausea, they will also feel uncomfortable. Gradually swallowed by despair in the struggle again and again, the mind fell into a frenzied collapse until it completely collapsed.

But there was nothing in her eyes, as calm as a lake, without any ripples caused by emotional ups and downs, reflecting everything around her almost indifferently, reminding her of those eyes that would be poured with boiling water when she was young. The naughty children who went to the ant hole also had such indifferent expressions on their faces at that time.

If those children don't care because they regard ants as creatures inferior to them, is it true that for her, people are no different from ants?

The scenes depicted in her mother's notes overlapped with what she saw and heard at this time, allowing her to piece together a complete understanding of the city.

Some people say it is a prison for blocking evil, some call it a paradise for indulging evil, and some see it as a training ground for self-sharpening, while my mother said that this place is a "shadow" - the shadow of the world.

The rules of this world's operation also apply here, except that the weak draw their knives on the weaker, and the layers of bones are piled up to form a pyramid with distinct classes. A moth named after "clan", "king" and "god".

"I don't like this place." She sat down on the eaves, put her hands on her knees and held her cheeks, dangling her dangling legs in boredom, her voice was faint.

Probably no one would like this place, the guide thought silently, but she couldn't agree with this sentence due to her position, so she could only keep silent and listen to what she said quietly.

But she didn't seem to care about her response, her voice was erratic as if she was just talking to herself.

She looked up and saw that the city was forever shrouded in darkness, whether it was the blood moon hanging high in the false sky or the colorful artificial light sources, they were too weak to illuminate people's eyes , but her eyes were astonishingly bright in the dark, like radiant gems, as if buried deep in the ground or after wear and tear, their luster could not fade a little. The clear and sharp eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the special Anti-peep glass to see what's behind.

Behind the glass is the most prestigious gold-selling cave in the capital of killing. There are the most charming waiters and the most precious delicacies. Only the top-ranked powerhouses in the killing field of hell are qualified to step into it and indulge in pleasure. They revel and drink , indulging in the desire that can never be filled in the drunkenness and dreams.

— Lust, appetite, greed, desire to kill.

In the girl's clear pupils, a red and white figure wrapped in shards of glass fell from the window and landed heavily on the ground.

The white one is the skirt, and the red one is the blood.

The body—or wreckage—was no longer recognizable as a human figure, just a bloody mass, and the guide knew what it was.

Slaughtering for pleasure is quite common here. Young and beautiful maids are chosen to have sex with them and kill them. Ling Chi pound bones, or broil them for food, or cook them into soup, which is called "nephrite cooking incense" by them.

When she heard this for the first time, she couldn't restrain the desire to vomit at all, but by now, she was so used to it that she was so used to it that she was numb, just like most people here.

They were in a short commotion because of this accident, but they were not lamenting the dead, they just swarmed up to check whether there was anything valuable left on the remains, and soon dispersed in disappointment: the blood had almost drained , the rest is just a pile of rotten meat.

Sang Xia took a deep breath, exhaled the damp, cold and corrupt air together with something congested in her chest, jumped off the wall, walked to her side and knelt down.

The contours of the facial features could no longer be seen clearly on that face, and there were only two holes left in the eye sockets.

She quietly looked at this dilapidated face, not trying to grab anything from her like other people, and she didn't show any other emotions, she just stretched out her hand and gently pressed it on her forehead, not caring at all Blood stains will stain one's hands.

The more people you can eat, the more resources you can get, and the more nourishing your life, and you can still be sought after and admired while stepping on countless corpses. There shouldn't be such a reason in the world.

The guide heard her voice, which was as clear as the sound of a fragile porcelain body suddenly cracking.

"May you walk the path of repentance, gain redemption and tranquility, avoid falling into hell, and rest in peace. Whether you live or die, the world of eternity."

She opened her eyes slightly, and saw a simple wooden cross fall from the neckline of the remains.

The workmanship is really rough, just a piece of wood cut out in the shape of a cross, but it can be seen that it has been well cared for by the owner, and the edges are sometimes smooth with rubbing marks.

She was stunned for a moment. She never thought that there would be devout believers in this place abandoned by God, let alone that she would hear the prayers of the dying mass here.

She has never believed in God. In her eyes, the existences that are enshrined in the shrine are just puppets and clay bodies. They overlook the suffering of all beings but remain unmoved. At this time, they should have sneered at this: How could the gods care about this place? , It's ridiculous to place hope on such illusory things.

But she didn't say these harsh words. Looking at the snow-clean, pale and cold side face of the girl who reached out to close the deceased's eyes, she suddenly had an illusion: God is indeed here, and she folded her wings and descended In hell, redemption and liberation will be given to suffering souls.

　I'm still alive, I didn't abandon the pit (hey), it's because I've been too busy at work recently, and I have to go to practice on weekends, so I've been in a crazy internal friction during this time, I hope you can write me some comments to coax me to help me adjust my state (no)

　　
　
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