Path of the Dead Prequel: Wings of Silver

At the moment when the elephant tendon was about to enter the eye, time seemed to freeze, or the flow rate became very slow. As I got closer, I noticed something unusual about the two pegs, with small copper beads with hooks at the sharp tops, different from what I had thought of as sharpened sticks. It took away most of my attention that when I came back to my senses, my eye sockets were pierced deep by them.

What kind of experience is this? The only thing that can tell you all is not the maddening extreme, but a slightly bearable pain and discomfort, like someone throwing a handful of iron sand on your pavement. I could feel the stake squeezing open my eyeballs and swimming towards the nerve endings, and the tip of my brain seemed to be buried in a barbed wire, and the slightest movement was a tingling pain in my heart. What are the hostesses trying to do? Are you going to pull me into their kind? But I'm a man of good blood.

Gradually, the darkness was replaced by a red mist, and the vision was slightly similar to that of the demigods in the first battle, as if the man had run into the darkroom where the photographs had been developed, everything seemed hazy and dark, and everything became blood red. Not long after, a voice that could not feel emotions blew from far to near, like a gust of wind through the hall. It screamed tentatively a few times to see if I could hear it.

"It's a scary thing, but if you don't do it, it's like when you go to the clinic for injections, and you keep coming up with all kinds of excuses to blame, and you end up wasting a lot of time until nothing happens. It's unusual that you don't struggle as much as others. "

"That's because it hurts. Well, my little life is in your hands, just let you talk nonsense. But what is the picture of doing this?" I tried to search in the red mist, but there was no voice in sight, as if it was another kind of gold line.

"The meaning of this is to relieve your five senses, or to weaken them, and it's temporary. What you experience is what it feels like for widows to fall into absolute madness. For you, elephant tendons don't have to go as deep as they do to stimulate the cerebral cortex to stimulate the latent bestiality of humans, just compress the optic nerve endings and delay the blood supply to the occipital lobe. This is not a return to the gold line, but an execution, in fact, I am not talking to you, you are talking to the false me. "

I didn't care about the journey of the children of the world, and it was evident that there was a deep meaning in doing so, and in the time that followed, the widow gave a rough explanation of the reason. When the skeleton of the mountain hunting corpse spreads, the human senses will be extremely damaged, and the visual and auditory hallucinations that have been produced will be magnified by a hundredfold. This kind of illusory high-pitch and low-frequency sound bomb stimulation will disintegrate people's psychological defenses, and eventually cause irreparable damage, which can only be sent to the avoidance field for long-term recuperation. Therefore, people need to be relieved of their five senses to avoid being trapped in them and going crazy.

"In everyday life, people think that conformists are boring, they scoff at things that bind their nature, and people love to seek surprises, and they love things that are extraordinary and even rebellious, which is the lure of illusion. They indulge your mind, reveal your delusions, give you a sense of bizarre, and feel the shock while the person is firmly in control of it. "

The purpose of the execution, which was carried out by the widow, was to use the memories of my nightmare to try to find the location of the two corpses, so that she could perform the burning ritual to destroy the body, so that she could not only cut off the threat, but also break the demon tornado, and liberate everyone. If it doesn't go as smoothly as expected, try to burn the remains of Yamakari and return the evil to normal.

"Wouldn't it be safer to find your people to do this kind of thing?" "After listening to the fallacies, I am indignant, isn't there a son of the world in front of the mirror, this guy is powerful, he is more familiar with their way than me, why do you want to embarrass me?

"As I said, the last time they burned their bodies, they were all poisoned, and none of them were spared, and that guy is really a virtual image of your cerebral cortex. You and I inherited a part of the canopy, so we haven't been deeply affected. The voice floated intermittently in front of him, and suddenly became resounding in the sky, and said, "It's useless to say more, you can see the real vortex for yourself." "

Before the words fell, the red mist in front of him dispersed and fell into darkness again. Soon after, the stray light was removed, the lightning and thunder disappeared without a trace, and the dark clouds under his feet disappeared, and everything returned to the beginning. Not only that, but I looked around and saw that I was back in front of the mirror lamp, which was equally empty, with nothing but the cigarette butts I had tossed.

"Illusions are scripts that have been drawn up, and people often say that they are prophetic, so is there such a thing? The answer is of course. For example, before you are ready to go out, you will plan the whole route in your head, and you will sometimes guess that you may meet some acquaintance on the way, and there is someone waiting for you when you arrive at your destination. And when it really passes, if you don't see it, you won't feel very lost, and if you do, you will think that it is inevitable, this kind of psychology is called subconscious writing. "

"So this person in distress is actually made up?" I fell to the ground and searched carefully, there were only my footprints in the sand, not even the marks on this guy's butt, he was indeed fictional. Gradually, I came to understand that when I saw the shock beyond imagination, people subconsciously hoped that there would be a lucky person, and from this expectation, maybe I could find comfort in my mood. Thinking of this, I looked at the enchantress squarely and asked, "How do you prove that you are true and not the product of my fabrication?"

"I can't confirm this, I can only say that we have been here more than once, so it is hidden in the depths of memory. You say you know the specific furnishings in the small mansion on Foggy Dragon Tooth Island, but you have never actually been there, so how do you know? Anyway, I can't figure out this kind of question, you might as well ask that fat man who is addicted to drugs. She waved her hand impatiently, leaned down over her backpack, and said, "The first thing I saw was a blue volcano in the distance, and you saw the same scene, so you and I should understand it as the original entrance." Based on what you see in the nightmare, restore the position of the two goats first. "

When Ingram broke into the cliff, Yamakari had not yet appeared, so it resembled the crypt in the Stone Gorge. He walked a long way with the carrion on his back, retching from the stench along the way, his vision was also wet with hot sweat and became hazy, and he was already exhausted. After a short pause, he walked forward a short distance and found a shallow cave to leave the bones. Looking at it this way, the location is near the place where we were sheltered from lightning at first.

"When did you and I hide in a cave?" Luna looked confused when I complained about her overkill, and said, "When I found out, you had broken the hub, and seeing that things were in a hurry, I hurriedly took you up to the middle of the cliff and quickly jumped away." "

I didn't believe in evil, and led her to stride forward, and when I got to the back of the mountain hunting bones, the whole bubble cave was really gone, and the unfamiliar sand and gravel appeared in its original position. Compared to this lame illusion, the bereavement's gossip annoyed me even more, and suddenly everything I had experienced was an illusion, and I was not even sure that I had really broken into the other side of the barrier.

At this moment, the waitress suddenly stopped and stood in front of the mountain rock to take a closer look. Then, she moved her body inch by inch, chasing something left and right, and soon took another thirty steps. I chased after it and saw pools of dark brown blood, sprinkling in strange rings between the mud and sand. Getting closer, there seems to be a pattern in this blood ring, but I don't know what it means.

"I've seen it, and in front of the Mandala Ring, in pursuit of the kidnapped companions, the Soul Scythe also left this mark, pointing the way for future generations. Straw Boy once described it as a squirt. The widow looked surprised and delighted, grabbed me by the collar, and exclaimed, "It stands to reason that I am trapped in the fog of the outline, and even I can think of a countermeasure, how can they not get rid of it with the wisdom of the people? "

The so-called squirt is the blood of the tongue of a special person, spitting into the blood of others who are repulsive to one's own blood type, and recording the shortest message, which is a kind of medieval cut rule popular in Tunisia. It's very targeted, and that's for people to track.

"I've figured out the mystery, they're in the same place as us, but they're in a different world. For some reason, wanting to be helped, this can only be done in our plane. This truth is like the people who were trapped in the thunder urn at the beginning, desperately hoping that the outside world would continue to be able to come down, and finally they waited for Bolton to gradually turn the situation around. She pointed to her eyes, beckoned to me, and said, "I have the honor of being a half-demon, and the sharp eyes that pierce through the darkness have been preserved. At first, I heard you describe that you swallowed the shackles of cat blood, and thought that I could use you as a detector, but it turned out to be very effective. Forget it, you don't have to force yourself anymore, follow my footsteps, I think the purpose of the soul sickle is to show me the place to bury the corpse. "

"What if you're wrong, or are you giving yourself an explanation for your selfishness, taking advantage of the opportunity of other people's bloody battles to pick up the laurel and take that dazzling color?" I sneered a few times and followed her through the mud, just like I had with Lin Rui in the past. In the past few days with the children of the world, if you want to find one of the most calm people in them, it is the hostess of this wicker town. She is only a little old man in everything, and she is the least ambitious one in the whole group.

Because of her honesty and silence, I always like to deceive her for being a standard country woman, and often use the topic to mock a few words, and this time is no exception, the widow does not respond as always, which makes me speechless. Gradually, I remembered something that was difficult to explain. Who was the shadow blocking the light of the lava fire before the people destroyed the ramparts, and if she was Krys, where did the people go now?

When talking about Krys, the hostess said that she was the one appointed by the Children of the World to win the dazzling, and she didn't take the sheep to heart when she came in. She valued Krys more than them, as she had promised to protect her well. This kind of verbal agreement is very sacred, it belongs to the dragon's heart contract, and the original straw boy spilled his blood to try to take back the little fool from Miriya, and the reason is the same. It's just that since they broke into the vortex, Krys has been swallowed up by an invisible black hole, and he can't find a trace.

Soon, we came to the end of the squirt, a cliff with a terrible slope, and the shallow cave in our impression was not in this location. Just when the two of us had nothing to do, I suddenly had a plan, and I couldn't help but push the widow next to me.

"Looking at it this way, the soul sickle is less reliable than the boxing king, maybe he is stuck in the dark and can't distinguish the direction, or you misinterpret his intentions at all. I pointed to her ragged pocket, and asked, "Why don't you use the night wind to find Krys's location?" Listen, she was sent here by someone else's soul to get the secondary diamond, so she must stay near the target's location, and if we touch this, won't we be able to steal the two old demons' dens at once?

"Do I need a reminder if I want to have a night breeze? Of course I borrowed someone else's back, but you gave me a hint. Although the widow's mouth muttered, her eyes lit up, and she hurriedly untied the ornaments around her neck, and singled out a gray necklace and waved it in her hand. After a while, she suddenly turned around, looked in the direction of the lava river, and said that the Krys might be there. Seeing that I was about to bother her again, Luna quickly confided the secret of the ornament.

This unsightly necklace is not a decoration, but a portrait of a giant tooth by Bolton in recognition of her sacrifice at the burial place of the Last Born. The paradise of bliss in the belief of the children of the world is called the land of heaven, and only when the widow with the lantern dies in battle, is worthy of this privilege and is sacrificed to the incense. The gadget is just as meteoric as Nightwind, so Luna thinks she might as well give it a try and use it to find her beads. When all this bullshit was done, she told me to shut up and stop asking.

Speaking of the volcanic river, more than ten minutes ago, I thought that since the place was all here, it would be better to go on a trek. However, this ghost place will also be an illusion, it looks like the Himalayas on the surface, but it may actually be very hot, if people break blindly into it, they may be vaporized before they get close, so they are very hesitant. The widow did not see it that way, saying that there was a similar active volcano in the ground near the ancient mansion of Lukugu, and as long as she did not get hit by the magma, the pool could be brought forward, and although the temperature was frighteningly high, she would not be burned to death. After saying this, she found the reason and began to tease me. said that the last time I was in the shadows, among the four of us Lancaster, except for Miss Lukugu, who was not afraid of death, there was no one more daring than me. Why do you look shrunken this time, living like a sissy?

"Stay in the green mountains, don't be afraid of no firewood, living is the biggest capital, you know what!" I naturally went back with righteous words, but in my heart it was a different situation. Yes, what is there to be afraid of, most of the parasitic Krys are my wives from another world, and her vacuum blood explosion even the shining spirit has nothing to do with her, and I am her reverse scale, which is still afraid of a bird?

"The vacuum blood explosion was stolen by her, and Freesia's real skill is the Super Saint Elmo Fire. The widow snickered to herself, took my hand, and said, "I think she may have escaped from the Lykugu Villa, and that is the best, for Bolton has always been obsessed with her, for freesia is so impressive that if she has not yet left, she can ask her some questions in person." "

"Can you beat her in terms of strength? What kind of person is she, my loser?"

"On my own, I can kill her in an instant, but it's the Holy Fire that is in trouble. It was so huge, more than eighty or ninety meters in diameter, that it covered the entire area as it rolled, and it was faster than lightning, and it burned to char as soon as it touched a board. Luna glanced back at me and sighed, "I don't think there's anyone in the world who is more obsessed with you than her." Freesia is a good girl, if it weren't for Henghuang to come and insert a bar, the two of you would have been a happy couple, but unfortunately she had died in battle. "

"What I fear is a girl of this character, if one day she misunderstands you outside, then after sleeping in the middle of the night, she will never see tomorrow's sunrise again. In case you don't understand, my buddy and I are very different human beings, and they may be a match made in heaven, but they are not suitable for me. In my opinion, that is simply poison! It is my nature to aim for the harvest of countless women, and I do not like to be tied to a lover or a family to be the perfect husband. "

"You are quite similar to my son. The widow pursed her lips and said earnestly: "I really can't understand your generation of children, people have to settle down after all, youth is just a moment, and when you come back to your senses, you will be seventy or eighty, it is a pity to waste it." "

"I'm still very young, and I always feel like it's a fantasy to take on the obligation immediately. Compared to her, like Dixie, or even like forget-me-nots, I am even more fascinated. They are older, and they will not be like a runny little girl who is just beginning to fall in love, and they can afford to put it down. I'm actually very sad, I am destined not to have a good death, maybe I will be lonely all my life, maybe I won't live to be thirty, or no one will worry about coming and going, it will be better. I followed her as she began to climb the rocks into the depths of the lava pool, talking as I went.

"Do you mean the purple-eyed fox? You miss her? God, is this a sympathy between demons? It's really stinky, but fortunately I saw with my own eyes that she was already hung up, and she was dead and dead! The deer is all about exploiting for the sake of exploitation, and one minute ago he was sweating with you doing that, and the next second he can disembowel you. An expression of disgust floated over the hostess's face.

"You're prejudiced against her. I stammered in response, "And don't forget, she saved your lives!"