Longmen Memoirs

"Without this spell, all this would have happened. It's just that this spell can make you go faster. Everyone who pretends to live normally in the city has learned to hypnotize themselves. They are good at escaping from facts and domesticating them with rules and morals. I use the shell of a loser to cover up my personality that is easily hurt by cruel facts..."

The old man looked at Tallulah.

"And I provide you with a pair of armor, a weapon, and a self." The old man said: "This can save you the process of self-doubt and self-mutilation, save your hardship, your struggle, and save your time. , you will stand up quickly after being hit by reality, and you will... be reborn."

"You don't have to spend too much of your life on self-denial. Everything I teach you will be reborn in your mind, and you will reorganize this knowledge like a cocoon. Get rid of your original superstitions and find twists and turns in the abundant garden of wisdom. The road has an end.”

The old man let out a long sigh and looked expectantly.

"Tallulah, the fate of Ursus is closely tied to yours. The Black Snake will walk with you, and this immortal will will never die."

Chen Mo learned about this past many years later from Alina's mouth.

I also learned about Tallulah’s choice at that time.

That is the final step in the completion of this spell, its closed loop. Only when the old black snake dies will the new cosiche be reborn, like a snake shedding.

Tallulah quickly thought of something.

"——You, you cursed me? You want to... use yourself... to shape me?"

"No, Tallulah, this is not a curse, this is a blessing."

The old man said softly in a gentle but disgusting tone: "I bless you, my daughter."

But the smile on his face did look so cold and cunning.

"When you wake up from your unrealistic imagination of human nature, you will realize why we have to fight for a better future for this land."

"Nonsense! You...are talking nonsense!"

Tallulah pointed at the old man on the steps in fear. Those were the words of Yan Guo, as if these words stimulated her to forget the language of Ursus.

"I have never taught you such vulgar Yanguo vocabulary." The old man said lightly, with a trace of pity in his eyes: "But it's good to learn, this is the kind of person you will play in the future."

It was as if he had regarded the person in front of him as his puppet.

"Ha, of course, you don't let me say that in public, for the sake of my so-called image."

"——This is to cover up where you come from." The old man explained: "I tried my best to think about you, but you refuted my suggestions and blasphemed my language. You remembered everything I taught you and wanted to escape. Open, Tallulah..."

"But I'm not worried, because you will eventually go back to this path." The old man looked away and looked at her eyes: "The relationship between people is occupied by hatred, ruled by hatred, and hate is born from love. From hesitation comes hatred, from admiration comes hatred. The deeper the love, the more complete the hatred."

"Hate is the inevitable result between people. Two people can promote a kind of rule, unless they can love everyone equally like me."

"Will you hate me? Tallulah." The old man asked with a smile: "What I have done is just what this land will definitely do to you. You don't expect that someone will love you in the future. No one can take you out of this shackles."

"Everything you do has nothing to do with me...it has nothing to do with me." Tallulah roared loudly, as if to escape: "It has nothing to do with me at all...! Nothing!"

"Ah... ok, great." The old man seemed to be waiting for her answer: "If you don't inherit the name, don't control the power, don't take advantage of the status, that's great. My child, you are very determined."

"Then use your own hands to start your own business. If you don't want to inherit my territory and political resources, my wealth and my power, of course that's fine."

"You can take these things yourself. If you can do that, it also fulfills my wish."

"Don't define my wishes privately." Tallulah said coldly.

"No, of course I won't, but it's true. No Cosiche will accept these gifts willingly. This is indeed an insult to us who are diligent and self-respecting." The old man corrected seriously: "I I have taught you everything I can teach you, and everything you strive for belongs to you."

"My daughter...you are indeed outstanding."

The old man admired unabashedly: "You don't hesitate to break with everything you have before, but you have to exchange for a different path. The infected will open up a different kind of territory for you. What you have to do will be in this piece of Ursus." There’s nothing like it on earth.”

Tallulah's face was cold, and she slowly drew out her sword.

"I came here to see you today only for one thing. Unexpectedly, I was forced to listen to your evil and vicious sermons."

She stepped forward with her sword in hand.

The old man watched her calmly and the sharp sword in her hand.

"Ah, have I finally waited for this day?" The old man said calmly: "I often think that Wei Yanwu has no chance to kill me, so who around him will do it? In the end, it was you. In the end... of course it was you."

"Execute torture for your patricide enemy, kill the person you hate for the person he hates." The old man sighed with irony: "What a wonderful result."

"Your killing proves my point. I am willing to give up resistance and die in your hands, just..."

Kosiche looked at the approaching sword and Tallulah's cold face: "My daughter, your actions will become your bridge to the truth, let my death become your foundation."

It's like a martyr who has found his own destiny, but has become the beginning of another person's destiny.

The end of one story symbolizes the beginning of another.

This was the fate of Black Snake and Cosiche, and they chose Tallulah.

"I'm not your daughter...I'm not."

Tallulah repeated in a low voice and clenched the hilt of the sword: "I will kill you just to stop you from doing evil again."

"Then, Tallulah, you will do evil."

There was no fear before death or attachment to life on the old man's face; instead, there was only calmness and obscure fanaticism.

"I've heard enough."

The old man's words did not stop because of her interruption.

He's still going on.

"...Then you will do good deeds, and you will recognize my good deeds." He lowered his eyes and looked at the raised sword: "I didn't let the butler collect this sword... I don't like this sword, you use magic to compare There are more swords, but you can also carry that.”

“It reminds you where you came from.”

Tallulah's pace suddenly quickened, and in the old man's sight, the sword blade came with a roar.

“…it will also bear witness to your path and mine.”

The sword penetrated the emaciated body and nailed him to the high seat behind him. The splash of blood dyed the cold, strong, yet tender and young face red.

There seemed to be flames burning in his red eyes, and he clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands.

"Do you hate me? Tallulah."

"I won't be fooled, you old snake! Your life ends here, you villain!"

The blood flowed backwards and the sword penetrated the lung lobes, so breathing became difficult, the air was blocked, and the vision was blurred. The blood seeping into the trachea made the old man unbearable coughing and wheezing.

"Hiss, cough, it's just... the lungs... hiss, you stabbed... not... accurately." He seemed to still have time to comment on this, just like in the past, he was always the one who had everything in his hands. Arrogant attitude.

"I won't hate you, Cosiche."

She leaned close to Cosiche's face, her shrewd but gradually losing focus eyes, and the long sword in her hand turned, widening the wound, just as she had received the teachings from the old man and what she had learned. Only in this way can he guarantee his death. undoubtedly.

The old man's expression was uncontrollably distorted by pain, and blood dripped down the sword body and stained her arms and uniform red.

"Whether or not the expression hate is part of your nagging and sour sophistry, you are not worthy of my hatred."

"I pity you. Your death only proves your loneliness. Your delusions are in vain. I will let you know how ridiculous what you said is, although you have no chance to know."

"Ha, ha... very... good..." His eyes that gradually lost focus could no longer clearly see the blurry scene in front of him, but Kosich could feel that a kind of connection was established before his life was about to pass away.

"I'm dead, so Wei can... be relieved..." He said intermittently, his voice almost whispering: "I'm looking forward to... your... regrets and... your... hatred... …”

"……remember……"

The head finally leaned back weakly on the back of the main seat. Under the scarlet flag of the double-headed eagle, Kosich was unable to say the rest of the words.

Tallulah, remember.

Your destination is also with me.

Tallulah slowly pulled the sword from the dead Duke's chest.

Her thoughts were far away.

She left the castle [@

But the seeds have been planted and are just waiting to sprout.

No one can save such a person, save the fate she chose for herself, and save the path she once believed in. The spell inevitably affected her thoughts.

She could have chosen to escape, but she walked in on her own and walked into this trap.

When Tallulah chose to leave the Black Snake's castle, a mercenary group common in the land of Kazdare was staring at the mobile city in the distance that gradually disappeared at the end of the horizon.

That city is called Grai.

At the city port of Longmen, Wen Yue had just said goodbye to the girl who was embarking on the convoy to Victoria.

At the fork in the road, they chose a path that was no longer the same as each other. Their fate did not make them regress in the slightest because of their childhood encounter.

Chapter 32 First contact

Maybe it was just an obsessive dream.

Sinking, weightless, and dark. In the hazy package, a ray of blue light became the only guide here.

Of course Chen Mo knew that this was a dream. According to Kelsey, this was the embodiment of his soul, a crude and specious statement.

It's not the first time he's here.

He originally thought it was just a bizarre and absurd dream. Like all dreams, they are ultimately false and they will eventually wake up.

But later, he gradually understood that this was not a dream, but a fact that might happen one day in the future.

At the end of the light, in the boundless darkness, there was a black shadow, a ferocious floating black shadow. With Chen Mo's arrival, the black shadow continued to change, seemed to be reshaping, and finally solidified bit by bit, forming the appearance of a child.

He was wearing an old black long-sleeved coat, brown shorts, sneakers, black hair and black eyes. The light was changing in the dark scene, and the black slowly faded away after a while.

The boy stood in front of a large iron door, which was half open. Behind the railing, he could see a tall oak tree. Under the oak tree, there seemed to be a swing swaying in the wind.

But there is no sunshine here, and there is no wind.

He didn't speak, but quietly raised his head and stared at Chen Mo a few meters away with his black eyes.

Chen Mo didn't speak either.

They look at each other.

Chen Mo looked away and looked at the distance between himself and the boy.

The last time I saw this... thing in front of me in my dream, the distance between them was still 20 meters, but now it's only about seven or eight meters in length.

From this distance, he could even see the detailed expression on the boy's face. There was a faint smile on his face, and his eyes were on Chen Mo, seeming to be curious and expecting.

Chen Mo seemed to be able to understand his thoughts, just like he could and knew what he was thinking.

After several seconds, Chen Mo finally spoke.

"You know this look means nothing to me."

He doesn’t even know if the things in front of him can have a normal conversation with him. Maybe he just has a mental problem. Research shows that everything you experience in your dreams, conversations, and scenes are just your own subconscious imagination. , this research cannot tell whether it is true or false, because few people can remember their dream experiences after waking up.

But it was undoubtedly different because he didn't originally look like this.

The boy did not disappoint Chen Mo.

"I thought you'd get used to it," he said.He used a child's slightly immature voice, but it revealed a calmness and calmness that no child should have. "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Can you speak?"

"Why not?" the boy asked, his smile turning flat: "I know what you are thinking, I am your dream, your subconscious, I come from you, I will disappear when you wake up, right? "

"But you know, it's not like that. Didn't that woman tell you?" The boy said, shaking his head seriously: "What she said is wrong. I am indeed you, but you, you are not me."

"……what?"

Chen Mo couldn't quite understand what he meant, or in other words, he understood it, but he didn't want to think about it, or think about the meaningless thing that he came from another world.

The boy did not explain. He knew what Chen Mo was thinking. He knew that Chen Mo already had the answer in his heart.

"Aren't you coming over?" the boy asked.

"What the hell are you?!"

"I am you." The boy smiled, with a bright and innocent smile: "I am Chen Mo. Kelsey taught you, but you should not resist me or yourself."

"You know one day, we will become each other." The boy said, his figure gradually changed, as if it spanned countless time, his figure gradually became taller, and his appearance gradually changed from young to mature, so what follows In one sentence, Chen Mo became the most familiar voice now.

"You need me and my power, so you will become me." He said: "Your resistance is doomed to fail. I can give you everything you want. Everything you have lost, we can take it back with our own hands. , no one can stop us, rights, destiny, including that devil king, including all your unwillingness, will become a thing of the past."

"Can you give it to me?" Chen Mo asked, and the other person's words subconsciously made him agree. He did not deny that the thing in front of him might really have that ability.