Chapter 124 Antonyms of Desire

Chu Songjun's nose was filled with an extremely strong fishy smell.

He could no longer perceive the world around him, and the last thing he saw was the little spirit, which had turned into a skeleton.

Is Xiao Ling dead? That cheerful and lively god in the body of a parrot.

Is he dead?

If he dies, it's all your fault.

Chu Songjun thought so.

Where do ghosts go after they die?

Chu Songjun, who had been deeply influenced by the culture of many previous generations, suddenly thought of an answer.

After a person dies, he becomes a ghost and goes to the underworld! He will wade through the river, walk across the bridge, drink the soup, and finally be reborn as a human again.

But……

The underworld does not exist!

The underworld does not exist!

The underworld does not exist!

The Ghost Gate in front of you is a sticker, the Naihe Bridge behind the gate is a foam board, and even the Mengpo soup in Sister Mengpo’s hand is just a ritualistic mung bean soup.

This place is fake, so what can bear the death of the world? Let the world continue to let the world drift in the world, like a pile of useless weeds? Let them be burned to ashes by those who have ulterior motives? How absurd is it that even death is not fair in this world.

Chu Songjun stood in front of the gate of hell and looked at the crudely made stone sculpture in silence for a long time.

The three gods of the underworld watched this scene from afar. The judge was a little puzzled: "Didn't he go out on vacation this time? Why is he so unhappy?"

The King of Hell said helplessly: "You haven't even reached adulthood yet, but you're wandering around the gates of hell every day. Are you happy?"

"That's right." The judge said angrily, but soon he couldn't help but wonder: "But then again, why did he come down this time?"

The King of Hell shook his head and pointed to Meng Po: "Why are you asking me? Do I look like I know? I dare not stick my head out. You have to find a real big shot."

The judge looked at Meng Po anxiously.

"Heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys... gone, all gone." Meng Po muttered to herself, but soon her face turned pale: "The wolf has come too many times, and this time he forgot to make soup again."

Here the trio from the underworld are performing a play that no one is watching.

Chu Songjun over there suddenly caught a bit of inspiration in his mind.

"Yes, that's right, it's desire." Chu Songjun muttered these words to himself like a madman, as if he had found a treasure.

At that moment, he finally understood what Wen Shao said.

Her hoarse cries seemed to still linger in Chu Songjun's ears.

"I have seen through this world, I am saving you!" Chu Songjun recalled Wen Shao's words word by word: "I have seen through the weaknesses of people like you! I have seen through everything, I understand this world better than anyone else!"

Chu Songjun's brows were cold and his hand touched the gate of hell. An inexplicable attraction was coming from behind the gate of hell, tempting him little by little. He was already accustomed to this feeling, even too accustomed to it and overly familiar with it.

"I'm saving you! I'm teaching you how to understand this cruel world! You will understand..."

Chu Songjun closed his eyes slightly.

Everything gradually became clear and distinct in my mind.

Wen Shao, she was also a savior with a loyal heart.

Sometimes, some people discover something shocking that requires little effort, just a little push.

In this strange world, most people are unaware of the covetousness of the outer gods, but a small number of people can discover some strange things in their day-to-day lives.

Those bizarre things may be interesting, fascinating, and make people crazy and want to explore the mysteries behind them.

But when those climbers who mistakenly thought they had found a priceless treasure finally reached the top of the tower after much effort, they discovered that it was not a priceless treasure, but the key to madness.

The same may be true for Wen Shao.

At a moment of misfortune and fortune, she glimpsed the secrets of the hidden place through the cracks and caught a glimpse of the god guided by desire.

But even if she saw it, what could she do? She was just an unlucky lucky person. Even if she discovered all this early, she still had no power to stop it.

In the torment day after day, did she try to save the past?

Chu Songjun was very sure that she had definitely done so, otherwise she would not have ended up in such a crazy state now.

Because in this strange world.

The more Wen Shao knows, and the purer her intention to save her is, the more often the Outer Gods will look at her!

Until the water accumulates into deep pools, until the mountains are covered with snow, until the fire burns the jungle.

until……

The string called reason suddenly broke!

A sober person suffers in his sobriety, and a crazy person struggles in his madness.

In order to stop the outer gods from destroying Xijing, wouldn't it be possible to completely save the world from the outer gods by destroying Xijing first?

This is simply a perfect, genius solution!

Because in this strange world.

You can only gain by giving up first!

"I understand. Only by giving up first can you gain." Chu Songjun murmured to himself: "First give up, then you can gain."

The darkness in his eyes grew deeper and deeper, and finally gradually turned into an impenetrable deep pool.

"I see. I understand what I did. I'm... ready."

***

"Bang--"

A scene flashed through my mind quickly.

Xie Jinghe immediately made a pre-judgment and changed direction to avoid it.

I saw a giant hand shining with golden light in the night sky rise up and suddenly chop down, but it missed.

Xie Jinghe rolled over in the dirt while holding Chu Songjun, with smoke and dust covering his entire face.

He immediately took advantage of the moment when the statue failed to hit him and ran outside. If Xie Jinghe remembered correctly, at this moment, outside the Dali Temple, there was an evil creature with nearly a thousand people wreaking havoc!

After Xie Jinghe discovered the chaos outside, he immediately turned back to the Dali Temple, wanting to find Chu Songjun to explain this horrifying situation to him.

But unfortunately he came back too late. Xie Jinghe only remembered that he had just stepped into the porch of the Dali Temple. Before he was surprised that there was no one on duty in the Dali Temple, he saw a huge human statue rising from the low buildings.

Xie Jinghe had never seen such a magnificent spectacle. It was so solemn, so majestic, with both hands holding flowers, eyes lowered, compassionate and kind, and countless golden flashes emanating from the body, like a golden Buddha statue in the eyes of the general public, or a god with infinite power. At that moment, elegant music sounded in Xie Jinghe's ears, as if countless elves and immortal creatures were circling around him. Xie Jinghe was also distracted for a moment, lost in this thing, and completely forgot what day it was.

It was not until there was an extremely terrifying earthquake that Xie Jinghe suddenly woke up from the terrifying bewitchment.

After he came to his senses, he finally realized that he was completely buried in the rubble. But what made Xie Jinghe shudder was that his entire body was wrapped in gold and silver threads. Those gold and silver threads were as terrifying as needles at the ends, densely piercing into his skin, sucking Xie Jinghe's blood.

His entire body had been completely pierced into a ball of needles and thread, but the wounds were still emitting a sense of comfort, trying to make him lie down again.

Xie Jinghe couldn't think so much for a moment, because at that time, all his mind was focused on the person lying on the ground in front of him. There were bones scattered all over his body, and he was fainted on the ground, his life or death unknown. The huge, terrifying human figure in front of him was looking at this scene indifferently with his head down, and the dazzling light almost blinded Xie Jinghe's eyes.

The statue raised its giant hand and was about to grab Chu Songjun——

Xie Jinghe pulled down the gold and silver threads that were blocking him. Countless needles were suddenly pulled out as he climbed and ran. Dense needle holes were all over Xie Jinghe's body, blurring his handsome features. Only holes that were squeezed together and bitten by insects were left. It was very scary!

While running away, Xie Jinghe could feel the breath of the person in his arms becoming weaker and weaker.

He felt anxious and confused. What could he do after Chu Songjun died?

The figure is chasing after me relentlessly, seemingly never giving up.

Xie Jinghe was measuring the portrait, his lungs were squeezed to the extreme, he vaguely felt a burning sensation from his throat all the way into his heart even when he breathed.

No one noticed at this moment.

Someone in the sky cast his gaze towards Xijing.

The moonlight is deep.

Under the boundless moonlight, the least scarce and most common thing is shadow.

These shadows are the rustling shadows of trees, the shadows of people fighting and quarreling, and the light and shadows of lanterns swaying on the eaves.

There are countless shadows, countless shadows that are not noticed by the public, but are always by our side.

Xie Jinghe suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood. Even though the palm wind from the statue just swept across his body, he felt as if he was about to be crushed.

He staggered, and Chu Songjun in his arms almost fell out, rolling on the ground for a few times.

Suddenly, under the moonlight, Xie Jinghe realized that something was wrong.

He stretched out his scarred hand in confusion and carefully pressed the pulse on the neck of the boy in his arms.

Xie Jinghe's pupils shrank and he suddenly froze.

“How could it be…”

His expression was blank. Xie Jinghe knew clearly that Chu Songjun was in poor health. However, even though Chu Songjun was in poor health, he had lived to this day, and he had never thought that he might die.

The giant hand reached out to grab them again.

Xie Jinghe was no longer able to dodge and just stared at the profile of the person in his arms. He reached out and pressed the boy's heart again.

The exploding palm wind came——

The needle holes all over Xie Jinghe's body were rapidly and continuously oozing blood due to the pressure, making him look like a bloody man.

His hand sank in.

Xie Jinghe began to tremble.

Xie Jinghe's mind was completely blank. He held Chu Songjun's hand tightly, unable to say anything. Tears as big as beans slid down his face unnaturally, mixing with the blood on his face into a blurry mass.

The tinnitus caused by the palm wind has already come along.

Xie Jinghe stared at the young man in his arms, and he opened his eyes just as he had imagined!

Just when he was at a loss as to what was wrong, he realized that his hallucination had penetrated deep into his bones.

The shadow that enveloped them suddenly bulged out of the ground and collided suddenly with the giant hand of the statue!

The huge air wave made Xie Jinghe subconsciously pounce on Chu Songjun and hug the boy, who was almost just a skin left, into his arms!

Dust is rising!

The portrait's movements suddenly became motionless as if a joint was stuck.

Xie Jinghe turned around and looked as if he had sensed something.

All I saw was a shadow, an ever-expanding shadow, climbing up from the gold and silver threads on the lower abdomen of the statue like black water, swallowing up the statue like a tide that submerged everything!

But in addition to this, Xie Jinghe saw an even more terrifying and mysterious scene.

Fear arises spontaneously.

On the eaves, in the ruins, on the tree branches, and in the sky, the paper figures that had been growing wildly like weeds and flying flowers suddenly emerged in the world quietly without anyone knowing when.

They were dressed thinly and were as light as grass, as if a gust of wind would blow them all away. But at this moment, they stood there quietly, gathering in groups after groups, densely packed in one area after another, and finally like an endless grassland, which was daunting.

Something was borrowed and merged into the ever-expanding shadow!

[Your talent is - constantly working! ]

[Your talent "There is someone behind me" is constantly working! ]

Chu Songjun slowly opened his eyes from the darkness and got up from the dazed Xie Jinghe's arms.

Xie Jinghe suspected that he was dreaming, and also suspected that he was just crazy, but he could feel something unknown and familiar brewing in his heart. He vaguely heard his teeth chattering unconsciously.

Chu Songjun stood up. His body felt empty, but he was not disappointed.

The statue let out a wail at this moment, and was swallowed by the black mud without any resistance.

The expression on Chu Songjun's face could not be seen clearly in the darkness. The paper figures stood behind him, floating in the air, as frivolous as ever.

The young man, who was almost only a piece of skin left, stood in front of all the paper figures and opened his hands towards the tall giant: "Everyone's desires are endless and ever-changing, like a dirty and rushing river, and new tributaries are flowing into it every moment..."

"But it doesn't matter. Anything that can contain rivers is the sea. As long as the sea is big enough, it can contain all rivers and melt all rivers."

"Even...Hai Zhen Baichuan!"

The night wind came from nowhere.

The wind made countless paper figures sway and tremble.

"I need a killer who is strict enough, fierce enough, and powerful enough to shock thousands of desires..."

The huge statue collapsed and the people inside fell down.

"From now on, I will feel fear, be fear..."

——Chu Songjun slowly raised his head: "I am fear!"