Chapter 785 The Wail of Thorns

The witch of the night, Selmes, has long been circulated in various legends as a mature woman wearing a black veil, often accompanying a boat, like the Styx in the myth.

As an ancient witch born in the Mercury Dynasty, Selmes has experienced a long time. Unlike other witches, she is low-key and rarely appears in the public eye. If it weren't for the records of her in the memoirs of several witches, many people might not know that there is such a witch.

Originally, Jian Xiner was particularly looking forward to finding the remains of this witch, but when she really met this witch who was like a ghost, she didn't know how to get along with her. Should she say that she was here to hunt for treasure? Or should she chat with her about the distant past and future.

In the underground cave, the sound was particularly quiet, with only the trickling sound of the dark river. When Jian Xiner asked the first question, the other party did not answer, still sitting under the lantern, with her eyes looking far ahead.

"When you see the images I left behind, it must have been a long time ago."

"For a witch, time is something that is difficult to measure. Sometimes it is as precious as silver, and sometimes it is as cheap as iron."

"I have lived for a long time, experienced the death of many friends, and also expected that the day of my own end would come."

"I don't know if you will live a happy life thousands of years or even tens of thousands of years later. When I was young, I experienced a lot of ups and downs. I also spent the first half of my life in war. At that time, many familiar friends left." The other party looked kind and nostalgic.

"Rowing the boat, carrying those familiar friends one by one, and sending them to rest in peace is my job all the time. Occasionally, I will use my power to communicate with their remaining souls, and then engrave their life experiences on the tombstone."

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Selmes slowly narrated her life, as if witches had this habit before they died, saving the memory images of their lives and leaving them to a possible successor in the future.

Because of their special lifespan and physique, witches basically have no offspring, only the predecessors and descendants of the same kind, and the inheritors of her relics.

When the eyewitnesses of ancient history told the past, it brought Jane Xiner a rare and nostalgic experience. She slowly immersed herself in the long memories of Selmes, crying for her past joy and the hardships she had experienced.

These memories of real history made Jane Xiner feel like she had found a treasure. Even if she couldn't find the witch's relics today, she would have no regrets.

Time passed in Selmes's narration, and Jane Xiner just kept listening, tirelessly, without sleep, and without knowing anything about the outside world.

At the end, her vision was hazy, and she only vaguely saw the orange-yellow lantern emitting a faint halo in the dim light, and then her eyes closed tiredly, and her consciousness fell into sleep.

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"Miss Jian Xiner!"

"Master Jian Xiner!"

Someone beside her called her name anxiously, and then after a shake, the black-haired and black-eyed singer finally woke up.

She stood up and looked around, then looked at herself. There were traces of water on her hands and body, and her body was wet. She must have been pulled out of the river by her companions just now.

"How long has it been since I went into the water?" She looked up and asked the people around her.

"In the past hour."

"At first you were still swimming under the water, and we thought you were looking for something. Later, we saw you slowly sinking, so we hurried to pull you up."

"The doctor checked that you were in good health, but you just fell asleep." At this point, several people looked strange. Why could you fall asleep underwater? They couldn't figure it out.

"I know." Jian Xiner covered her forehead, sensing and checking her body.

As a singer, her mental will is far superior to that of ordinary people. It is almost impossible for her to be brainwashed by hallucinations, nor to be hypnotized unconsciously, but today, everything that happened just now seemed to be real.

Could there really be a witch's relic here? She thought about it and dived into the water again. Her

black gauze skirt swayed in the water like a goldfish's tail. She moved forward along the dark river, then closed her eyes and carefully felt the difference around her.

In a few minutes, from the initial excitement of expectation to the slow calming down, she began to slowly perceive a faint and inaudible subtle feeling.

It was the passing of some kind of emotional consciousness, the ripples of spiritual activities that ordinary people could hardly perceive.

Following this subtle and difficult feeling, she continued to go down the river, approaching the bottom of the dark river, exploring little by little.

About three hours later, the singer walked out of the water again. She shook her wet long hair, put an old iron lantern on the ground, and then wrung her skirt dry.

In the sound of rushing water, the people who were traveling with her gathered and looked at the lantern on the ground with great curiosity.

"I can't see anything different." Jian Xiner said sarcastically.

"There is basically no magic power and power. There are probably only the emotions and memories of the past."

"What about this?" The accompanying person asked regretfully.

"But it's still a treasure, a relic of the witch Selmes." After a while, Jian Xiner evaporated the moisture on her body, and then picked up the lantern on the ground.

"I like it very much, because on it, I listened to the memories of the witches in the past." She touched the black lantern with nostalgia and love.

"Let's go, let's go back."

"Yes."

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2 years later, the central star region, the Black Lion star region.

"Yawn--" Jian Xiner stretched lazily and stood up from the chair, and then left in front of the screen.

This is an archaeological research institute in the Black Lion star region, or it can be said that it is an organization directly under her, specializing in the study of ancient artifacts, excavation of past history and secret arts, etc.

In the hall not far in front of her, an orange lantern was quietly placed in a glass-enclosed pillar.

"What a remarkable thing." Jane Xiner looked at the lantern used by the witch Selmes and whispered.

In the past two years, she has carefully restored the lantern with the help of various instruments and equipment. In addition, she has learned a lot of secrets from the Mercury Dynasty from the memories left by the witch Selmes in the lantern.

"What a mysterious and special era." Thinking of the many secrets about souls and corpses, Jane Xiner couldn't help but sigh.

Speaking of which, her ancestors seemed to have some relationship with the Mercury Dynasty. It is said that they are descendants of the Trey family.

But these are not important. What is important is that she has discovered a way to chase souls in the underworld from these secrets.

That is to use the invisible connection between the soul fragments to pull them together again and condense them into ghosts.

This is not a complete resurrection, it is just to retrieve the broken pieces of porcelain and then put them together.

"According to the data from our experiments, in this way, in the best case, about 90% of the soul fragments can be retrieved, and then the dead can be summoned back to the world."

"But the shortcoming of this secret method is that it can only retrieve, but cannot be perfectly pieced together as in the past, because the composition of the human soul is too complex, even many extraordinary people find it difficult to accurately distinguish."

"The soul formed in the end has most of the memory of the original body, and also 3-5 points of the past personality." Finally, Jian Xiner concluded.

"If this secret method can be further developed, it is very likely that people who have just died can be resurrected." The members of the institute announced excitedly.

"If this technology is achieved, does it mean that the door to human immortality is opened?"

"If it is promoted, it will definitely bring about great changes."

With expectation and excitement, the paper on this technology was published in an important technical journal in the Federation, and as they expected, the emergence of this new technology brought huge traffic and topics. Almost overnight, everyone was discussing the authenticity of this resurrection and the prospects of this technology.

"If this technology is promoted, it will become the third cornerstone of the Federation's progress, just like 'Brilliant Stars' and 'Emerald Dragon'." Someone began to think so.

The singer Jian Xin'er, who discovered this technology, immediately became famous in the Federation and became the object of curiosity for countless people. 'Styx Yinghua' Jian Xin'er, this is her current name, and praises about her spread everywhere.

"If this technology is realized, can it revive former family members and great people in history? In this way, we can..."

"If those heroes in history are resurrected, wouldn't it be an extremely wonderful thing."

However, not everyone likes this discovery.

"This is absolutely wrong, destroying the boundary between life and death, and hindering the foundation of civilization!"

"If this resurrection process is repeated again and again, regardless of whether the person who wakes up again is still the original, even if this technology is improved, it is not a good thing."

"Life is precious because of death and is worthy of awe. Once the boundary between life and death is blurred, all moral buildings will collapse." Some people are worried about Zhong Zhong's speech and strongly demand a ban on the research of this technology.

Soon, the debate spread across the Federation, and the two sides were deadlocked and gradually split into two camps.

"Regarding this resurrection technology, I wonder what Her Highness Pulin thinks of it."

Someone in the headquarters building of the Federation Central Government carefully asked the powerful singer.

"I even hate this technology." Pulin said bluntly.

"The so-called nostalgia is that it feels a little bit of nostalgia and beauty because it can't come back."

"If you really pull all the old things and people back and put them around, it's like sitting in a cage that you can never get out of. What's the difference?"

"Not everyone is likable. In addition, once this technology is popularized among the upper class, the social class will definitely be completely solidified. At that time, it will not be beautiful at all." She shook her head.

"Death is originally a necessary mechanism for the metabolism of civilization. If you don't die, you will be a disgusting cancer cell."

"Say hello to the Star Children and ask them to block the comments and information about this technology, and prohibit it from appearing on any online platform in the future." Pulin gave orders.

"Yes!"

A few months later, various news appeared on the Internet. Some people said that this technology actually has major flaws, while others said that it was just a gimmick to defraud funds and was of no use at all. Not only were the conditions for resurrection extremely harsh, but the personality and memory could not be guaranteed to be intact. It was more likely that the person would become an unconscious ghost with dementia.

"The secret method of the Undead Order has always been cruel and brutal. I advise you to try less. It is not the way to happiness." Someone advised.

Later, various other news appeared, slowly shifting the public's attention. Discussions about this technology became less and less, and even before you know it, you can no longer see it on the Internet, as if a stone was thrown down and disappeared.

Black Lion Star Region, Secluded History Research Institute.

The once quiet research facility was surrounded and blocked by a circle of special police, and then the heavy shuttle carrying the combat unit threw the soldiers in red heavy armor into the blockade, and began to advance from all directions.

The blazing lightsaber burned the gates and walls, cut a gap, and then swept and destroyed all the way. The passage was full of bloodstains of dead and wounded, as well as destroyed autonomous defense units.

"Enough! We have announced the cessation of research, why are you still trying to kill us all!" A woman wearing glasses raised her pistol coldly, pointed it at the members of the Fenxin Department who entered the laboratory, and warned them.

Unfortunately, the other party ignored her explanation, because they had seen similar arguments countless times during their missions.

They are responsible for clearing the blood and debris of the old era. This is the mission of the Fenxin Department.

Several bullets hit the thick exoskeleton armor, bouncing a few sparks, and then disappeared into the debris on one side. The equipment and personnel quality of the Fenxin Department are all the best of the 'Fire Lotus-Star' faction. These elites from all over the Federation, with the greatest respect and admiration for the Volcano Songstress, come to complete all missions until death.

The crimson armored body pushed forward, and the blazing lightsaber in the hand once again split the barrier of isolation with a fiery red light mark, and then pierced into the body of the woman opposite, turning her entire person into embers.

After dealing with the resistance on this floor, the team continued to move to the lower floors of the building. Their orders were to capture the singer, 'Stereocarpus' Jian Xin'er, to block the spread of this trend of thought and technology.

The sound of destruction rang out in the building, and the occasional explosions shook the building.

Deep underground, Jian Xin'er stood with a lantern in one hand, and thousands of black-robed priests were waiting beside her.

"The ceremony is ready, Master Jian Xin'er." Regardless of the occasional vibrations above his head, the black-robed priest reported calmly.

After listening, Jian Xin'er took a deep breath, as if she had some emotion and regret.

"I shouldn't have involved you, or I was too naive and didn't realize the cruelty of this struggle." As she said that, she slowly closed her eyes, placed the lantern in her hand on her chest, and then began to chant an ancient requiem.

There was no accompaniment, no music, a pure and simple singing voice, which sounded underground.

As the song sounded, everything was filled with mist, and everything became hazy and illusory. This was the overlap between the present world and the Sea of ​​Ekaka, and it was often a precursor to the singer raising her crown.

However, Jian Xiner did not have that many followers, and she was not a very famous singer. Now, only the souls who had just died in this area responded to her call and prayer.

Under the guidance and call of her singing, these souls were once again filled and condensed with magic power, and appeared in the present world. They shuttled and wandered in every corner, shadowy, dancing and singing along with the song, as if to say their final farewell.

As many speculations on the Internet said, Jian Xiner did not find a way to completely revive the dead. Now, all she could do was to collect the broken soul fragments, carefully preserve them, and listen to their vague mumblings and wishes.

If other singers pray to the living beings in this world to gain the power of resonance, then Jian Xiner is the singer facing the underworld, and the ones who respond to her are also the souls of the dead.

Which bird in the world has the most moving song?

It is the wail of the bird when it pierces its body with thorns before dying.

Under the influence of this hazy and illusory power, the crown between the world and the underworld emerges. It is so weak that it cannot withstand the burning and scorching of the scorching sun. The only thing it can do is to pass this prayer to all directions, so that possible heirs in the future can discover this path again and find a way to reach the other side.

'I really like that era of many heroes and legends. Even if it's just once, please let me hear them tell the history of singing and crying again. '

I have no intention of breaking the boundary between life and death

, nor do I want to commit that heavy sin. I

only hope to give those figures who can still look back   time

to gaze at this world again .   The past time, please let me offer you the last ballad   , sing the unsetting morning star   , sing the legend of no regrets.   　Seven Kingfishers are almost at the end. 0 0/   (End of this chapter)