Jing Mo's eyes were slightly red. He turned his head and looked at Lu Ming steadily, choking with sobs: "Brother, you won't be... killed, right?"
Lu Ming was slightly stunned, then his brows relaxed, he walked forward to hug Jing Mo's trembling body, patted his back, and said softly: "How could it be? These are just your illusions, don't be afraid."
Jing Mo stretched out his hands and hugged Lu Ming tightly. His hot tears dripped onto Lu Ming's neck and he sobbed softly. Lu Ming felt heartbroken and didn't know how to comfort him.
After a long time, Jing Mo finally said, "If this comes true one day, I will... kill that person for you."
Lu Ming patted his head in amusement and scolded him with a smile: "I told you this is an illusion. Come out with me quickly, okay? Forget everything here."
Jing Mo finally stopped crying and said in a muffled voice: "I don't know how to get out. Those people in the village just now, they all shouted your name and said they would unite to kill you. I got angry and killed them all."
Lu Ming was shocked and kept silent for a few seconds before he said, "So, you killed all those people?"
Jing Mo raised his head and looked at Lu Ming aggrievedly, with crystal tears in his eyes. He said with a pursed mouth: "They are all bad guys. If I don't kill them, my brother will be besieged by them."
Lu Ming's expression turned serious when he heard this. Although killing people in the illusion would not cause anyone's death, Xiao Mo spoke about killing people without any scruples, and he did not show any fear at all. It was so normal that it was a little abnormal.
No, if this continues, this child will have psychological problems sooner or later. If he grows up to be a pervert like Sang Wusheng, it will be too late. It's time to give him a lesson in adolescent mental health knowledge...
As Lu Ming thought about this, he became more and more eager to leave the illusion. He pulled Jing Mo back the way they came, down Wumian Mountain, and came to the village. He found that all the corpses on the ground had disappeared. The huge village was so quiet that there was no sound, as if everything just now was an illusion.
As Lu Ming walked, he said, "Xiao Mo, you have to remember that everything that happened here is your own illusion. No matter what you see or hear, don't pay attention to it. Hold my hand tightly, don't let go, just follow me."
When Jing Mo heard this, his heart trembled violently, and an indescribable feeling gradually filled every inch of his body, as if he was soaking in a hot spring, calm and warm. All the sadness and pain he experienced in the illusion array seemed to disappear in an instant. He held Lu Ming's hand tightly and nodded gently, his eyes shining like stars.
Lu Ming walked to the tall red-painted door, took a deep breath, pushed the door open with force, and looked inside.
The way they came from was right in front of them. Unlike the abyss that could not be seen from the bottom before, the long corridor appeared in front of them again. Lu Ming secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Xiao Mo's inner demon had been eliminated, and the way they came from was gradually being built. In this way, they would be able to get out soon.
At this moment, a black shadow suddenly flew over and stood in front of the two of them.
Lu Ming was startled and hurriedly pulled Jing Mo back a few steps, looking at the person in front.
The man was dressed in black, with cold eyes and handsome face, but he exuded a sense of alienation and coldness that made people dare not approach him. This man was actually the adult version of Sang Wusheng who had just dueled with He Qingci on Wumian Mountain.
When Jing Mo saw the other person, a trace of panic immediately flashed through his heart. He looked at him and shouted angrily: "Get lost!"
The other party was not angry, but just raised the corner of his mouth and looked at him, sneering: "I didn't expect that I was so unbearable when I was young."
Jing Mo was so angry that he was shaking all over, and his grip on Lu Ming's hand became tighter and tighter. Lu Ming looked at him worriedly, and then comforted him: "This is an illusion, don't believe it."
Hearing this, Jing Mo took a deep breath, smiled faintly at Lu Ming, and then said: "Brother, don't worry, I can handle it."
After saying that, before Lu Ming could react, he quietly poured the demonic energy into the palm of his hand that was clasped with Lu Ming's, and slowly introduced it into Lu Ming's body.
Lu Ming, who was standing nearby, didn't know what was going on, but suddenly felt a wave of fatigue coming over him. He thought to himself that something was wrong, and his whole body immediately stiffened. He had to force himself to hold on to the strong sleepiness that kept coming, and to hold on to his shaky body. He didn't forget to hold Jing Mo's hand tightly, and said intermittently: "Xiao Mo... This is an illusion, don't..."
Before he finished speaking, Lu Ming could no longer hold on and fell to the ground. Jing Mo quickly reached out to catch Lu Ming, gently picked him up and laid him on a stone nearby, not forgetting to take off his clothes and cover him, fearing that he would catch a cold.
Upon seeing this, the man immediately sneered: "Are you so afraid that he will discover your identity, Sang Wusheng?"
Jing Mo touched Lu Ming's peaceful sleeping face with his hand, then stood up, looked coldly at the person in front of him, and said: "It has nothing to do with you."
"How can it have nothing to do with me?" The man smiled faintly, with a hint of sarcasm on his cheeks, "I am you."
Jing Mo said coldly: "You are just my illusion."
Hearing this, the man suddenly laughed and said, "Do you think everything you just experienced was an illusion? Then you are totally wrong. This is the real world, it is your forgotten memory hidden deep in your heart, and everything that happened just now is part of your personal experience."
Jing Mo's heart was struck by thunder when he heard this. He stared at the man who looked almost exactly like him, and said in a trembling voice: "No, I don't believe it. Even if I die, I will not do anything to hurt him."
"Do you really think he is the kindhearted He Qingci?" The other party smiled coldly, with an inexplicable light flashing in his eyes, and then said, "Have you ever really understood him? He stays with you every day, but he still has countless secrets that you don't know, but he never explains them to you, isn't it?"
Jing Mo was shocked, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes. His brother was indeed full of secrets, and he never explained the reasons to him. Although he always convinced himself not to think too much, the doubts in his heart had already been deep. How could he not panic when he was suddenly uprooted by this man today?
The other party seemed to see his panic, and continued: "He never tells you the truth, but only treats you as an outsider. In a few years, or decades, he will one day marry and have children, and have his own family. And you are just a pathetic outsider, and will be completely abandoned by him in the end. To him, you are just an insignificant brother. If he finds out in the future that you have been lying to him from the beginning, pretending to be his simple and kind brother Jingmo, but hiding your identity as a demon, then he will drive you away without hesitation, let you go, and completely disappear from his life, and never see you again in this life."
"Stop talking!" Jing Mo hugged his head tightly. The intense pain seemed to be tearing every nerve in his body. Those words were like a spell, making him lose control. The demonic energy in his body began to run rampant. The dark lines on his cheeks slowly emerged, and his appearance gradually changed from Jing Mo to Sang Wusheng. His red eyes were full of pain and despair.
When the other party saw his appearance, he snorted with disdain and said, "You are such a loser."
Jing Mo couldn't hear what the other person said at this moment, but he kept replaying the scene of Lu Ming speaking ill of him in his mind. Even in the end, Lu Ming was extremely cold to him, and his warm smile was no longer there. Every time he looked at him, he had an expression of extreme disgust, wishing that he would die immediately.
Jing Mo was overwhelmed by a huge fear, his brain was buzzing, and everything in front of him was dark. A trace of blood slowly dripped from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were red, and he had completely lost his mind. Only boundless hatred and anger filled his brain, making him feel as if he was in a sea of fire, suffering from the torment of burning flames.
At this moment, a faint voice suddenly appeared in Jing Mo's heart. The voice seemed to carry boundless temptation, whispering in his ear: "Since you don't want to lose him, then let him become yours completely."
“It has become my own thing completely…” Jing Mo’s heart trembled suddenly, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw, and asked anxiously, “What should I do?”
The voice in my heart was bewitching, and chuckled, saying, "Get all the power, and make him unable to compete with you. Then, imprison him by your side, and he will never be able to escape for the rest of his life."
As soon as the voice fell, a bright light suddenly appeared in front of Jing Mo's eyes, as if constantly tempting him to go there. The voice continued: "Go, inherit all the demon power in your body, so that you can do whatever you want, and no one can resist you, including him."
Jing Mo raised his feet, his eyes blurred, and approached the light source in a daze. Suddenly, a strange smile formed on the corner of his mouth. As he walked, he whispered: "As long as I get the power of the demon clan, my brother will never leave me again."
The light was getting closer and closer to him, and finally, Jing Mo was completely covered by the strong light. The light seemed to be able to penetrate his body, and gradually it all sank into his body.
The dark lines on Jing Mo's cheeks became deeper and clearer, his red eyes shone with a chilling light, his long black hair was blown messy by the wind, and his whole body was gradually entangled by the sudden black evil spirit. He closed his eyes, and his handsome cheeks were slightly raised, as if he was undergoing a baptism and transformation.
After a long time, the black air and light gradually disappeared. Jing Mo slowly opened his eyes, and his red pupils were gone, replaced by a pair of black eyes that looked like obsidian.
Jing Mo slowly walked towards Lu Ming, bent down, and let his long black hair gently fall on the sleeping person. He reached out and lovingly stroked Lu Ming's peaceful sleeping face, and looked at him quietly for a long time, then rubbed Lu Ming's cheek lovingly with his chin, and then leaned close to his ear and whispered: "Brother, Wu Sheng will never let you leave again in this life."
The sleeping Lu Ming seemed a little uneasy, his brows slightly wrinkled, and his body shivered involuntarily, not knowing whether it was because of the cold.
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