Chapter 177 Secret 08
Inside the door is a pure white area.
The space seems to have no boundaries. All you see is a soft, eye-friendly white color. After looking at it for a long time, you will even have the illusion that clouds are flowing above it.
There is no concept of walls or ceiling.
The three of them stood in the middle, as if a handful of black rice was casually sprinkled in. Tong Mian and Leng Wenhan felt a familiar power of connection, deeply rooted in their blood, as if it had just been awakened at this moment.
"This is... the power we felt during the entrance exam." Tong Mian raised his hand, trying to see deeper through the skin and flesh through the lines on his palm.
His pupils emitted a faint golden light, and a circle of rusty dark green spread outward along the outer contours.
"We sang the school song when we entered school. Do you remember it?" he asked coldly, "That song is a complete story, telling the origin of our wizards. How we came to be, and how we changed and overlapped over the past thousand years... and how we got along and adapted with the human world."
Leng Wenhan's pupils also radiated light, but it was not gold or dark green, but a cold white like frost and snow, covering her eye sockets little by little.
The two of them were talking as if they were alone, seemingly completely immersed in the conversation.
The color gradually spread to their eye sockets and foreheads, and faint lines appeared on their faces, adding a wild and ancient aura to them, which made them even more inhuman.
Similar lines appeared on Mo Zhixian's forehead, but he was still able to hold on, "Don't think about... anything related to wizards... this place will..."
The tail sound gradually faded away, and he became an ancient "human" like the two of them.
They are not really sculptures because they can still move.
But their cores are no longer themselves, it's more like their bodies have been taken away by something, or they are connected to something extraordinary from afar.
Xia Yi supported Jiang Yuelu and looked at them calmly, with a hint of disgust in the depths of his eyes.
He seemed to have known that they would undergo this change.
“…Hmm.”
The person in his arms suddenly made a sound, and this feeling reminded Xia Yijiuyuan of a cat that had accompanied him for a while. He looked down and saw Jiang Yuelu open his eyes.
His pupils reflected the vast white, which made Xia Yi extremely unhappy. He stretched out his hand in an extremely domineering manner and turned Jiang Yuelu's face towards himself. Suddenly, a black shadow appeared in the vast white snow.
He was finally happy.
After a long while, Jiang Yuelu finally smiled and said, "Xia Yi, long time no see."
Xia Yi was about to say yes, but Jiang Yuelu's strange expression made him pause.
It was a smile of relief, as if he had overcome something heavy and finally arrived today, or rather, by his side.
His body suddenly began to tremble, and he felt the emotion of "fear" that he had never experienced before.
"Long time no see, Xia Yi."
He said it again, "When I first gave you this name, I thought that one day I would think it sounded better."
"Look, it sounds really beautiful when it's called out again after hundreds of years, doesn't it?"
Bang, bang, bang.
Jiang Yuelu exclaimed: "What's that noise?"
Xia Yi reached out and touched the empty chest, "It's mine..."
He wanted to say something, but he had never encountered such a difficult situation before. Thousands of words piled up in his throat, burning his fingers. When Jiang Yuelu slowly broke free from his hands, he came back to his senses from the vibration of the empty chest.
"Where are you going?"
"Not going anywhere, I'll just check on them."
Seeing that he did not leave his sight, Xia Yi felt slightly relieved.
Jiang Yuelu saw Leng Wenhan and the other two in an unusual situation and couldn't help but smile, "You are the Ghost King, and I have that one in my body, so I am not affected by this."
"But they are all mortals. Once they enter this wizard's door, they will inevitably have connections with wizards from the past. Hmm... I learned it before. The academy seems to call it atavism."
He turned around, still smiling, and asked, "Do you hate them?"
Before he could get a reply, he muttered to himself, "Of course you hate them, and you also hate this place. Seeing the ancient divine patterns appear on their bodies, I'm sure the ghost master who gave you the power wouldn't like it either."
"Yeah?"
The scene of the two people staying in the Jiang family's small attic many years ago appeared in front of my eyes again.
At that time, Jiang Yuelu always had a lot of questions about him - a decadent, lost, and powerless "god".
He always raised one question after another out of curiosity, and then without waiting for him to speak, he answered them one by one in a firm tone.
Finally, he tilted his head and moved closer, asking repeatedly, "Is that so?"
"Things like this..."
Xia Yi's voice became slightly hoarse, "You don't know the most."
"Yes. I know it best. Even though I don't remember anything. It's been a long time since then."
The mischievous smile on Jiang Yuelu's face suddenly disappeared, and the childish temperament also dissipated, as if something broke out of the ground, cutting off the connection between them. Xia Yi thought it was not good, and just as he was about to press his brow, he heard a creepy "too late".
Xia Yi quickly withdrew his hand and tried to grab Jiang Yuelu's wrist. Unexpectedly, the man who was lying weakly in his arms suddenly dodged flexibly and retreated a hundred steps away in the blink of an eye.
Xia Yi looked at the familiar yet strange shadow and said through gritted teeth: "It's you again."
"It's really hard to regain control of this body. It seems that I have been asleep for too long and my strength has been reduced."
"Jiang Yuelu" smiled faintly and waved his hand lightly, causing the divine patterns on Tong Mian and Leng Wenhan to fade away. The pupils of the two were dim like dull puppets, and the patterns on them faded rapidly like the tide, and their eyes gradually became clear.
"I have to remind you." Perhaps seeing that Xia Yi was still unwilling to give up, "Jiang Yuelu" said again: "Think about it before you attack me. I am a spirit, immortal, but the owner of this body is just a mortal."
"If you really annoy me, I might as well abandon this body and find a new one."
Xia Yi sneered: "Will you give up willingly? What a joke. You've been eyeing him for eight hundred years, how can you be willing to give up?"
The other party was neither angry nor annoyed, and still had a smile like a divine flower stamen: "Then why not make a bet and see whether you will strike first or I will destroy myself first."
Xia Yi stared at him coldly.
Three seconds later, "Jiang Yuelu" smiled with satisfaction and said, "If you had cooperated earlier, I could have fulfilled my long-cherished wish earlier and escaped from this body. Wouldn't that be a good thing?"
Xia Yi's expression clearly showed: There is no point in talking too much, so stop talking nonsense.
"People and ghosts are really rude nowadays."
The other party sighed softly, "I kind of miss that era... How can you children who grew up in a peaceful and prosperous era know how difficult and dangerous the environment your ancestors went through?"
"For a year's harvest and a night's peace, they would give us their best food and clothes... They love God selflessly, and God naturally loves them selflessly as well."
"But now..."
The echo sounded softly inside the gate of the wizard world, and the last trace of lines on the eyes of Leng Wenhan and the other two disappeared.
Before their eyes became clear, “Jiang Yuelu” waved again, and ripple-like aura fell on the three of them, and soon they were unable to utter a complete sentence.
"Don't worry. I just want you to be quiet and listen to me. It's necessary, isn't it? You are all so rude. If it were a wizard of that era, he would not have gone to such great lengths."
"Where should I begin... The story of man and God is just too long."
He strolled leisurely in the vast white witch's gate like an immortal who had come to visit. Wisps of light white mist lingered around his waist and fingertips, as if he had come to greet him.
Here, he is the absolute ruler.
He used his strength to coerce three mortal wizards, and used his emotions to coerce a fallen angel demon king.
This is what they do best since a long time ago.
"As students of the academy, you should have learned the history of wizards a long time ago. You know that after Jianmu's death, the last god fell into a deep sleep, and the four gods who served by his side became the messengers of the wizard clan. Hmm, you mortals seem to have another name for them."
“…Priest. Elder. Is that what you said?”
Although he was smiling, he did not ask Leng Wenhan and the other two what they thought. He just walked away on his own.
"In ancient tribes, humans who could communicate with gods were regarded as noble people. They were treated with the same courtesy and respect as gods walking on earth. At that time, humans also believed in the power of ghosts and gods, believed that they had a unique connection with the stars, and believed in the cycle of cause and effect and retribution."
"As the only humans who can contact God, their status is self-evident. They soon became the leaders of the wizard clan. Among them, the witch doctor clan is immune to all poisons and seems to be the descendants of Shennong."
He walked up to Tong Mian with a smile.
"But witch doctors are not just people who save the dying and heal the wounded, nor are they kindhearted bodhisattvas. Among witches, doctors are very good at making poisons, and your ancestors were all experts in making poisons. Because of their special understanding of thousands of poisons, they have the ability to bring the dead back to life. Isn't this a kind of irony for you humans?"
As he said this, he sighed again.
"If they knew that their younger generations would become the most disabled of the family, and most would not live past the age of seventeen or eighteen, they should have left some leeway, right?"
"It's a pity that they are not the family in charge of mathematics." He walked away and raised his head, as if he wanted to look beyond the top of the white illusion and towards the ghost den.
"The art of mathematical deduction touches upon the secrets of astrology, and can see the past and the future, which is both time and number."
"Two hundred years ago, the family was extremely prosperous, but gradually declined because of a traitor. Who could have imagined these things? Even the children of the Wu family who were the best at astrology could not have predicted that their descendants would abandon the way of wizards and go to the ghost den to associate with the ghosts they hate the most."
"Do you know what I said to the patriarch of the Wu family while I was asleep?"
It was dead silent.
Tong Mian and others listened in a daze as they listened to these stories about their ancestors which they had never heard of before.
That ray of divine thought didn't care much, and continued softly: "As a mortal, even if you touch the land of gods, don't try to deduce the cycle of life and death. That is not the way of heaven that you can touch."
Xia Yi sneered, which was extremely harsh in the silent environment.
Hearing his voice, Jiang Yuelu's face darkened, and she barely suppressed her displeasure. The two of them, one a god and the other a ghost, inevitably disliked each other.
When he took control of the body, he couldn't help but see the greeting between the two people as a ray of deep thought. He was very surprised at the time.
The young Ghost King must have received the power of the ghost way long ago, and now he has already realized that he is a wandering soul of a god, sleeping in Jiang Yuelu's body.
Gods and ghosts are just like yin and yang, the sun and the moon, positive pole and negative pole. They repel each other, and the correct solution is that they are opposite to each other. So why can he get close to him, touch him, with pure eyes and not a trace of disgust?
He could only think deeply for one second. If he thought any further, he would inevitably be affected by the ghost path.
Then he smiled faintly and looked at the silent Mo Zhixian.
"Your ancestor always played pleasant music to me when I was tired. Even though Jianmu was gone, he did not forget it and passed on this craft to his descendants, naming it "Wu Music" to please the gods."
"You play music once a year on earth, fearing that the tunes cannot reach heaven. Your ancestors cried until they went blind and died of depression because of this."
He sighed, "But how can I not hear it?"
"Now that Jianmu is gone, everyone thinks that heaven and earth are separated. But as a god, my existence is also reflected in every flower and every drop of rain. The music you play can indeed reach the ears of the gods."
"He kept saying, 'What's the point of living if I can't please you'... Has such a loyal ancestor now also had a drop of rebellious blood in his bones?"
He smiled softly, and that smile was like a knife.
"Why would you want to betray me?"
After he finished speaking, Mo Zhixian, who was silent and motionless, did not know what kind of serious injury he had suffered. He suddenly groaned and knelt on the ground, tightly grasping his neck, and his face turned red in an instant.
Leng Wenhan and Tong Mian, who were standing nearby, were shocked and wanted to go over to help, but "Jiang Yuelu" did not untie the restraints on them, so they could only watch, turning around in panic and unable to utter a word.
Mo Zhixian's handsome features became distorted, but he still struggled to look up into his eyes.
"I want to... know the truth... Does this... count as betrayal...?"
"Do you also want to eavesdrop on the secrets of heaven like the Wu family?"
“Ha… no…”
Jiang Yuelu's slightly pale eyes were filled with indifference as she swept past him, and then past the anxious Tong Mian and Leng Wenhan. "You didn't play notes that would please the gods, but rather restless, inharmonious chaos. Because of your inharmonious performance, others were thrown into disarray as well."
"The first thing you hear after waking up is this kind of music. Do you think the gods will be happy?"
He said in a high and cold voice: "You should be grateful to me for interrupting this discordant performance while I was still in a state of consciousness!"
"It is sad and lamentable that rituals and music have collapsed! Look at you now. There are tens of thousands of your ancestors in this Witch Gate. They were so pious! Aren't you ashamed?"
"Witch doctors, witch music, falling Yin, time, all of them are in a mess... except——"
He suddenly softened his tone, as if speaking to the most obedient child, "Only the Wuli clan has dispersed their bodies and used their spirits to serve me, and now they can still lend me a helping hand."
"Well, come out. Now that I'm here, you don't have to be afraid of him anymore."
A ripple of light flashed across the sky, and an illusory familiar shadow fell to the ground and bowed to "Jiang Yuelu" in submission.
Tong Mian recognized it at a glance. It was the system that had been severely damaged by Xia Yi before.
She seemed to have not fully recovered yet, and the light around her was less than half of what it was before. After the salute, she said nothing. Leng Wenhan noticed that the side of her body facing Xia Yi was shaking slightly.
"The power of the green fire is really..." After staring at the trembling system phantom for a long time, "Jiang Yuelu" slowly uttered a sentence, and a strange smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth.
“I am really envious…”
The indifferent white pupils turned towards Xia Yi, as if they were a blade being projected towards him.
"Is that so? The fallen angel created by the Jiang family."
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