Yuanshin: The Eye of God Lights Up Again

"Presumptuous!" The abyss apostle was blocked by Mu Xian's words, and then became angry from embarrassment, and wanted to teach Mu Xian a lesson.

Perhaps because he knew the tricks of these guys, Mu Xian glanced at Ying not far away.

As expected, Ying raised her hand to stop the Abyss Apostle's movements. She turned to look at Mu Xian, only to find that Mu Xian was looking at her.

Although I was a little surprised in my heart, it didn't show on the screen, and my tone was a little oppressive: "Although I'm sorry for you, no matter what, no one can stop me."

"Whatever, I'm used to it anyway."

Mu Xian spoke very calmly, paused, raised his head and asked, "Will I die if this happens? Or will I be brainwashed into an abyss monster?"

"You can't die now. This sludge is not an immortal curse." The girl's tone was much less oppressive: "However, I will resurrect you."

Mu Xian had heard many such words, and got used to it to the point of getting bored.

These words seemed to want him to believe them, and then trample his trust under his feet again and again.

"Don't talk about these things." Mu Xian's tone was cold: "Resurrect me as an abyss monster, you'd better not revive me."

"I said that the abyss is not as hateful as you imagined, and I have no plan to resurrect you as an abyss monster."

Ying's tone was meaningful: "Sooner or later, you will join the abyss."

These words came out again. Mu Xian had no idea why she was so confident.

"Sorry, I'm different from you."

Mu Xian still walked in front of Ying, his eyes were indifferent: "What kind of family affection, friendship...I don't have too many bonds with this world."

"I don't need your help, and I don't want you to save me. If I really help you, you'd better let me die here."

The boy dragged the big black robe to the center of the formation. In addition to the purification device, there was another dark machine in the center of the altar.

Ying looked at Mu Xian's determined back, the indifference in Mu Xian's eyes let Ying know that he wasn't lying, maybe he really didn't have nostalgia for this world.

No nostalgia?How can it be.

Ying has always believed in her own vision, even if not now, the two of them are destined to be of the same kind.

"Your Highness Princess?" The Abyss Apostle on the side asked tentatively: "Can we start?"

"Yeah." Looking away from Mu Xian, Ying nodded: "Let's get started."

After speaking, Ying was silent for a while, and looked up at the abyss messenger behind her: "Go out and collect some lumen stones."

"As you command, Your Highness Princess..."

The silt is not silt in the real sense, but a derivative of some kind of taboo, otherwise, even if Mu Xian's entire body is emptied, it won't be able to fill much.

Just like the corpse of the fools before, according to the rules of reality, it is impossible for the corpse to flow out so much black liquid.

Sitting on the black machine, there was a series of mechanical roars coming from all around, Mu Xian only felt a tingling pain in his wrists, and something suspected to be a catheter pierced into his body.

Glancing at Ying not far away, she was standing in the center of the enchantment, continuously injecting power into the purification device.

As if she noticed something, Ying looked at Mu Xian and saw the boy sitting in the black machine with his eyes closed, looking like he was waiting to die.

Losing its power, the surrounding black sludge gradually spread, but in the next second it touched the machine's absorption range. The sludge turned into smoke and gathered towards the black machine.

The color of the transparent catheter gradually darkened, and finally turned black and purple, and was then injected into Mu Xian's body.

Mu Xian could feel that the abyss erosion in his body was gradually growing. As the purification ceremony continued, Mu Xian could even see his arms gradually turning black and turning into a black and purple color.

The erosion of his body gradually caused his consciousness to become blurred. In the blur, Mu Xian seemed to be able to see the light emitted by the purification device.

A stick of incense?Two sticks of incense?

Mu Xian didn't know how long time had passed, the light in front of him gradually disappeared in a daze, and something carried him back.

In the faint conversation, Mu Xian still heard some fragments.

"The palace...ceremony...is defeated."

"Hundred..hoped...discouraged."

"Princess..Exit, what should I do with this person?"

"Just put it here, he said he didn't want me to save it."

The conversation gradually became clear, Mu Xian felt that he was placed on the cold ground, and in the distance, Ying left the last words before leaving.

"Leave the Lumen Stone on him."

The voice is cold, that is Her Royal Highness Princess who belongs to the abyss.

The surroundings fell into silence again, but in the silence, Mu Xian could hear the squirming of the mud around him.

Mu Xian didn't want to move, he just waited for the mud to submerge him, but he felt that he should be a little ugly when he died like this.

After all, Mu Xian had seen that his arms were dark and ugly before.

Thinking about it this way, my hands suddenly felt quite cold. No, not just my hands, my whole body was too cold.

Cold?What is cold, the rain in Mond, and the sea water in Yunlaihai, it is really cold at that time.

It is said that people will have flashbacks of their lives before they die, but Mu Xian, who died twice, felt nothing.

Maybe he didn't feel anything, Mu Xian only felt silence.

There is no need to please anyone, and no one will be seriously hurt. This heart is quiet like this, and it should be quiet like this.

but...

Mu Xian frowned, wondering why there were footsteps next to him again.

Chapter 19 Cheap money hires cheap people

The footsteps sounded steady, but a little slow, not as slow as if they were coming to save someone.

Of course Mu Xian wanted the owner of the footsteps not to save him, but the sound coming closer and closer let Mu Xian know that the possibility was not high.

He opened his eyes, but couldn't see the surrounding scene, the darkness in his sight let Mu Xian know that he couldn't see.

Mu Xian is surprisingly quiet, if death means loss of all five senses, then Mu Xian is now one-fifth dead.

"I just became like this after not seeing you for a few days."

From the voice, Mu Xian could tell that it was a man, and what the man said let Mu Xian know that he knew him, but Mu Xian was a bit unfamiliar with this voice.

"My name is Dynes Reeb."

Mu Xian could feel the voice right in front of him, and he always felt familiar with the name.

By the way, the man who rescued himself when he was kidnapped by Ying before.

Mu Xian understood, and was about to say that he would wait here to die, but the distant voice made Mu Xian's words froze in his throat.

"Little Wood?" Needless to say, just by this title, Mu Xian knew that that guy was coming.

Looking along the source of the sound, there was still darkness in front of my eyes, but Mu Xian and others felt a rush of "da da" sound.

Perhaps out of fear of trouble, Mu Xian reluctantly stood up, not wanting her to see his current situation.

The next second, Mu Xian felt something crash into him. Mu Xian, who almost couldn't bear it, seemed to have seen "Wu Xiang's Knife" again.

But this time there was no milk fragrance, and the faint fragrance of plum blossoms brought Mu Xian back from being knocked into a daze again.

Mu Xian could feel someone hugging him. The coldness around his body slowly faded from the outside to the inside, and his heart became restless.

impatient?It seemed like a little, but not much, but Hu Tao's hug was too tight.

Mu Xian wanted to break away, but Mu Xian felt his neck heat up, as if something was flowing down his neck.

"You...crying?"

"Where is it?"

Hu Nuo let go of Mu Xian, and his tone was still the same as before: "Since you have left Hu Nuo, little Mu Mu, then Hu Nuo, I will spit on your neck."

"Don't wipe it off. I'll give it to you... Huh? How can you wipe it off?"

Without paying any attention to Hu Tao's words, Mu Xian wiped his neck with his hand. The touch really felt like some kind of liquid.

But when it comes to saliva, is there so little on the neck?

Just as he was thinking about it, something soft suddenly grabbed Mu Xian's right hand and pointed it towards the front.

"Little Wood, your hands, your body is so dark?"

Walnut's voice came out, and then Muxian could feel something rubbing against his forearm.

"Why can't this be wiped clean?"

"Xiao Mumu, what's wrong with you?"

Hu Tao became more and more anxious, and Dyne, who hadn't spoken for a long time, also spoke in time.

"This lady, his body has been injected with the filth of the abyss."

Dyne said: "Although the lumen stone on the side temporarily suppresses the filth, there is too much filth hidden in his body."

"Then what should I do, can I smash the lumen stone and let the small wood swallow it?"

"The concentration of filth in his body is no longer what lumen stones can purify."

Dyne shook his head at the escaped words, and then changed the topic: "However, there seems to be a purification device left over here."

"Although the purification device is designed to deal with the immortal curse, if you slightly change the output circuit, the device can also..."

Mu Xian didn't hear the second half of the sentence, and his hearing seemed to gradually disappear.

However, Mu Xian could still feel that someone suddenly picked him up on his back and took him to a certain location.

The loss of both senses once again allowed Mu Xian to experience the tranquility when he was about to die, but the inability to sense the surrounding situation made Mu Xian feel a little depressed.

While feeling depressed, Mu Xian felt something being held by him. Judging by the feel, it looked like a ball of cloth with an unknown outline, but Mu Xian felt nothing in the end.

After standing there for a long time, a sudden roar made Mu Xian collapse to the ground.

This time, many memories flashed through Mu Xian's mind, what people call near-death memories.

The memories were incomplete, but Mu Xian saw many people who should have been forgotten.

The boy stood in front of the blue-haired girl who was blamed by everyone. When the crowd dispersed, the boy was greeted by the blue-haired girl's swear words and mother's slap.

The boy held the book and told the story in the book to the little lonely figure. But the next moment, the boy holding the book was surrounded by his peers and laughed at his childishness. The little figure was among this group of peers. There was no boy in his eyes, only The joy of being part of the group.