Devil Seeds

  Chapter 85 Finding the trace

  The friendly interaction between master and apprentice does not need to be widely advertised.

  Staying together in silence is the best fulfillment for each other.

  Song Qingwen and Yin Feiyang, one upright and one evil, after reaching the shady PY deal, they also acted according to their promise.

  With Song Qingwen's ability, he easily recruited a group of Demon Sect disciples to help him plow the courtyard and sweep holes to smash those inhuman doomsday bases, liberate the people there, and then take them back to the Demon Sect base to dig caves.

  At the same time, it also liberated the disciples of the Demon Sect who worked **** the infrastructure.

   Song Qingwen mixed in with some rescued 'civilians' and talked with them.

  Through the mouths of some old people, to understand more fully and fully the brilliant civilization that has become the past.

  There is a lot of knowledge, which is hidden in life, in the crowd, and in the common sense that everyone thinks is common.

   But what Song Qingwen needs is these things.

  This is something that cannot be given in books.

An old man with gray hair and obvious deformities on his hands and feet, carefully took the cigarette handed over by Song Qingwen with his swollen fingers, like a pilgrimage, put it in front of his nose and sniffed gently, then closed his hands , holding in the palm of your hand.

   Turned a blind eye to the fireworks that Song Qingwen handed over.

   "I gave about a pack before and after, so it's okay to smoke one!" Song Qingwen said to the old man.

  The old man drooped his eyelids, and then said: "If you want to live, you have to have some hope. If you lose even this little hope, then every morning, you won't have the energy to get up again."

   "Smoking one less thing, how can one pack be enough?"

  Song Qingwen knew that the old man was bargaining, but he ignored it.

   Although there is no shortage, there is no need to satisfy the other party's desires and extravagant demands.

  Communication with people is not about doing everything according to one's own wishes, and you can get what you want in your heart.

Seeing that Song Qingwen didn't respond, the old man's eyes flickered, and he changed the subject cheekily: "The last time I talked about things in college, it was a time of luxury! Camping, parties, ball games, fighting, bar carnival..., Cigarettes and alcohol are wasted like no money, and there are some more wonderful things... some good things that are no longer found, one sip is enough to float for half a day."

   "Perhaps, from that time on, our sins have been condemned! Such a waste of time, such a waste of extravagance...!"

  The old man recalled the past as usual.

   Battering, very messy talking.

  He knew this capable 'young man' in front of him, and liked to hear him tell some stories about the past.

  But Song Qingwen, in the memories of the old man, quickly screened out the information that was really useful to him.

   "It would be great if... if only we could find that castle!" the old man said suddenly.

   "What castle?" Song Qingwen asked perfunctorily as always.

  The old man said: "It is said that somewhere in the world, there is a castle. It allows people to enjoy the beauty of those past times, endless food and wine, gorgeous lights and music..."

   "But only those who yearn for it the most and have strong desires will get its response."

  Song Qingwen was taken aback.

  Recently, more than half of the Mozong disciples have disappeared.

  Although the elders communicated with each other, they concluded that some of the missing disciples must have chosen to withdraw from the world, and perhaps after returning to reality, they can learn what happened.

  However, none of them wanted to give up the opportunity.

   After all, the ten-day cool-down period may cause a big step behind others in the different world.

   "Could it be that the disciples are all attracted by that castle?" Song Qingwen thought to himself.

  Afterwards, he strengthened his thoughts and actively released his desires.

  Strongly expressed the desire for food, wine, and a stable life.

  The rough cave scene in front of me slowly dissipated.

  A boulevard full of gorgeous lights appeared at Song Qingwen's feet.

  The road under your feet is flat and wide.

  And at the end of the road, there is a brightly lit castle.

   "Respond to desire? Instant response?"

"From this point of view, this castle should be in a certain subspace gap, or... it is floating, can travel through space, and jump around the world. What is the principle? Science? Or theology?" Song Qingwen looked at the castle, full of desire.

  He couldn't wait to dig out the secrets in this castle.

  In Mozong, there are similar methods.

  However, that is another form and way of existence.

   relies on supernatural powers and spells, which should be expressed differently from this castle here.

  Following the avenue, Song Qingwen strode towards the castle.

   Far away, I heard the sound of wonderful music.

  The cello, as the main instrument, performed WaltaNo·2 with a gorgeous and cheerful tune.

  Suddenly, a group of young women dressed like swans in snow-white tutus poured out from the gate of the castle, and then stood in two rows on the long steps.

  They dance to the music.

   It is really like a group of proud swans.

  Suddenly, the light in front of the castle gate became slightly dimmed.

  A 'black swan' came to the steps lightly under the gathering of a beam of lights.

  Her dancing alone is in stark contrast to those white swans who are quietly standing on tiptoe, holding hands, and turning their faces away.

  Black and white, light and darkness, silence and passion, strong visual hints, rushing towards us.

  The impact from art caused Song Qingwen's mood to fluctuate slightly.

  Suddenly, a pair of **** hands seemed to gather in the sky.

  The big hand enveloped the entire castle, as if holding the castle firmly in the palm of his hand.

  Accompanied by the rhythm of the fingers, it is matched with the music.

  The girls who danced like swans began to get together, jumping and spinning violently.

   Their dancing posture is graceful, precise and graceful.

  Everything is so perfect and standard.

   There is no mistake, but there is no surprise.

  Song Qingwen was standing at the bottom of the steps, watching this scene, looking at the big hand that seemed to be manipulating everything, and slightly twitched the corners of his mouth.

   "Is that so?"

   "The world in the box...?" Song Qingwen had some answers in his mind.

   Among the monks of the Mozong, there will be some special monks who will create a mini space in their own backpacks, and everything will be scaled down according to reality.

   Then cast a spell to imprison people in their own reduced mini space.

   and named it 'The World in a Box'.

  Generally, monks who practice this kind of spell have the pleasure of manipulating the life, death and fate of others.

"It is said that the origin of the world in the box was originally a black-hearted old man who used it as an experiment to study the magic of fate. In the small world, a change in one place can change the fate of everyone...even the entire world in the box , so as to learn the mystery of fate."

"However, since the old man with a black heart, no one has grasped the mystery of fate through this method. If you want to dial and spy on the trajectory of fate, you need to practice strange numbers, and the Sanyi hexagram is orthodox." Song Qingwen thought to himself.

   One foot stepped on the steps and stepped out.

   Walk up the ladder to the perfect castle without fear.

  (end of this chapter)