Bring some shock to the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 416 I’m back

What is inner demon?

There are many types of inner demons, and some people will never forget something from the past. Some people will never forget the wrong things they did in the past. Some people will be ashamed of the expansion of their desires, and some people will be overcome by the fear in their hearts and become cowardly.

Of course, there are relatively few people who are defeated by the sexual demon in their hearts, at least not Zhou Li.

Hou Jue will also have his own inner demons. Although he seems to be indifferent on the surface, in fact, the death of his parents has always been a lingering nightmare for him. And Joan of Arc also had her inner demons. After all, being tied to the stake and baked to golden brown repeatedly by the people she trusted was something that most people still couldn't accept.

So the question is, what is Qianhu’s inner demon?

Is it his past of sin and evil? Or the guilt after having an overburdened conscience? Is it the powerlessness caused by the inability to undo the wrong things done in the past, or is it the intertwining of a monster and the human heart?

"Did Mrs. Golden Snake go to bed that night?!!!!!!!!!"

Hou Jue fell silent as he looked at Qianhu who was kneeling in the pool of blood, beating his chest repeatedly and roaring the same sentence as if he was possessed.

"I don't think there is any need to save him."

Hou Jue looked at Jeanne on the side and said tactfully: "He was defeated by the sexual demon in his heart. My advice is to obey him."

"No."

After looking at it carefully for a moment, Jeanne shook her head solemnly.

"Qianhu's memory has been sealed."

"you can."

"Looking for memories..."

Frowning tightly, Jeanne said softly: "Master Chihu seems to be conducting human experiments in his head."

"He wanted to find those sealed memories, so he took this strategy and tried to find those broken memories in the boundary between life and death."

Hou Jue said blankly: "Can we help him?"

"That means he has defeated the sexual demon in his heart, so there is no need to save him. He can save himself."

Hou Jue looked around and asked doubtfully: "Is it necessary to come to such a ghost place?"

Joan of Arc quickly explained, but she felt that her words were too blunt, so she changed her words: "Your intelligence should not be able to understand."

Trying hard to organize her words, Joan whispered: "He is looking for memories."

Joan of Arc took a step forward, and as she expected, an indescribable repulsive force pushed her several steps away, preventing her from approaching the central pool.

"No, no, no, it's hard for me to tell you clearly."

"Qianhu seems to have his own consciousness, but he doesn't want to escape from his own inner demons. His purpose should be to find the memories in his mind."

Hou Jue said doubtfully.

"Then how?"

Joan of Arc told Qianhu's current state.

Hou Jue kept reminding himself that he was not this heavyweight opponent, and smiled hypocritically and said a bad joke spread by Zhou Li.

Hou Jue smiled falsely.

"Wish you always smile."

"Is this a language unique to you zombies?"

"No, not this."

Joan of Arc looked at Hou Jue and said firmly: "Only you can."

"No, wait a minute."

Hou Jue laughed dryly, and then said: "Why me?"

"Because you have the deepest bond with him, and you and him should have experienced many unforgettable things. Therefore, he will not subconsciously push you away, but will accept you."

Joan of Arc said.

"Yes, I will never forget circumcision in my next life."

Hou Jue nodded, he felt that what Jeanne said was quite right. But he quickly reacted and asked with a pale face: "You mean, let me go to the pool to fish out the naked Qianhu by myself?"

"..." Silence is also a kind of answer.

"Can I really?"

Hou Jue's eyes fell on Qianhu's side. Visible to the naked eye, a group of "weird evil spirits" condensed with lumps of flesh were wandering around. He had no doubt that if he entered rashly, these chunks of meat would crush him to death.

"you can."

Joan of Arc patted Hou Jue on the shoulder and said encouragingly: "You are sending Brother Ma Gu, there is no way you can't overcome this little setback."

"Why do you always use this title?"

Hou Jue was a little confused, but he did not refuse immediately. He just looked at the bloody pool, his eyes flashing with sadness.

It’s really troublesome, Lao Deng.

There is no father-son relationship anymore, and he still wants to cause me some trouble.

"call···"

Hou Jue let out a breath, stretched out his hand, and took out the long stick and short knife from behind. He held a stick in one hand and a knife in the other, stared at the bloody pool, and said slowly:

"Miss Joan of Arc, if I die, please ask Mr. Zhou to help me settle the bill at Xiuchun Tower in Guo Lingyun's name."

"what!?"

Jeanne was stunned.

"It's okay, just treat it as casually."

Hou Jue clenched the long stick in his hand, and then resolutely walked into the blood mist.

The blood mist is very thick, but those monsters are very well-behaved. To Hou Jue's surprise, there was no obstacle in his every step. Stepping on the soft ground, Hou Jue felt a calm emotion inexplicably deep in his heart.

[Let’s go, it’ll be fine if we go far away]

[Close your eyes and don’t think about it, it’s over]

Hou Jue began to feel a little sleepy, as if his mother had returned to him. A long-lost warmth enveloped him and made him feel warm.

【give up··】

[Working hard may not necessarily lead to success, but giving up will definitely make you happy]

[Your hard work every day is meaningless. You don’t have a family anyway. It would be nice to live your life quietly.]

Hou Jue felt calmer and calmer as he walked, and his heart began to feel like death, without any ups and downs. A pair of eyes also began to lose their luster and gradually became hollow.

[It’s okay, just take a good rest. Once you rest, you won’t be in pain anymore]

[Rest, child]

Yes, just rest.

Hou Jue began to become drowsy, but in Jeanne's eyes not far away, Hou Jue began to stand motionless, and those fleshy monsters began to move closer to him.

[You have worked very hard, you just don’t understand everything. It’s not your fault to leave Jinyiwei. Even if it is, it doesn’t matter]

"wrong!"

Hou Jue suddenly opened his eyes and said angrily subconsciously as if some kind of switch had been turned on:

"Then the damn flying general is just playing Gou Ba. I'm not wrong. He fought three battles and got lost three times. You can't get lost so many times even if you bring Guo Lingyun over to find a rope to hang on? What's my problem? What? I don’t care if you tell me to leave Jinyiwei? Come and talk, if you don’t understand today I will confiscate your xylophone that may not exist!”

Hou Jue's words were generous and powerful, without any distracting thoughts. There is only a young man with a righteous heart who roars strongly against the injustice of the world. However, with this roar, something unexpected happened.

"What else can I say?"

At some point, Qianhu stood behind Hou Jue. He looked at Qianhu and said happily:

"Kid, I'm back."

(End of this chapter)