Chapter 182 All Mortals Will Die 04
Jiang Yuelu had not come to her senses until she was led by the hand to the cushion.
He was slightly shorter than the boy, and looking along the direction of their holding hands, he could see the boy's pale neck and wet hair.
"Okay." The boy took a cushion, dusted it off, and motioned for him to sit down. He turned his head subconsciously and found that the invisible and strange force that killed people just now had disappeared.
The wooden window was closed quietly, as if the imminent danger was just his illusion.
Jiang Yuelu sat down and asked, "Have you been here all along?"
He nodded, but quickly shook his head.
After a few words, it can't be considered communication. The boy is not good at speaking and is not willing to actively communicate with others. The sentence "Why did you call me?" just now seems to be an accidental state that is triggered only in a specific situation.
If he wasn't in danger, the boy would prefer it to be like this -
Sitting quietly in the corner, he would occasionally nod and gesture to answer his own questions. His pronunciation seemed to be a little difficult, and his longer sentences would be unclear, as if he had just learned to speak.
It’s still quite different from Xia Yi.
They look exactly the same...
Perhaps because he had been stared at for too long, the boy began to twiddle his fingers uncomfortably. When Jiang Yuelu saw clearly what he was holding in his hand, he couldn't help but exclaimed, "A statue of a god!"
He suddenly yelled, startling the boy.
He hesitated for a moment, then showed what he had in his hand, "Do you like it...?"
Now he could see it more clearly. Jiang Yuelu stared at it intently, his voice slightly choked. "Can you give it to me? Can you let me take a look? I won't break it."
"Okay." The young man agreed vaguely and put the statue into his hands. The hand-to-hand handover ceremony blurred Jiang Yuelu's vision, and a hazy and old scenery suddenly flashed before his eyes.
Still the same room, still the same ground.
It’s still this boy.
A long time ago, there seemed to be a handover ceremony, but no one took it seriously at the time. Moreover, it seemed that the order was reversed, not that others gave it to oneself, but oneself gave it to others... When Jiang Yuelu thought of this, his head began to swell and ache. He stopped thinking and looked back at the statue in his hand.
It's made of wood, with crude carving, the work of a naughty teenager.
As for the outline, it was completely invisible, with only a slight smear of cinnabar red marks on the pupils, as if replicating the pair of red pupils.
Jiang Yuelu's thumb gently stroked the statue's face, and he didn't even notice that a smile slowly crept up the corners of his mouth and into his eyes.
“If I carve it like this and offer it to the god, he will definitely be angry, right?” But he also knew that the other party would not be angry. Instead, he would preserve it carefully and stroke it repeatedly in his palms, which is why it has such a smooth texture.
Jiang Yuelu raised her head and asked, "Xia Yi, how long have you been here?"
The handsome man who had been looking down at the statue suddenly raised his head and asked himself a question without warning. Even the wandering soul was slightly startled, and after a long while he said, "I forgot..."
"Then why are you here?"
"have no idea."
The conversation deepened as the night deepened. After some communication, Jiang Yuelu knew that Xia Yi - no, to be more precise, "Xia Yi at the beginning of his birth" had been wandering in the attic room in this indescribable and strange form for some time. Old man Jiang didn't know of his existence, and he couldn't see him, and "Xia Yi" couldn't leave the Jiang family.
"Is it a guardian angel like an earthbound spirit?" Jiang Yuelu thought.
First, imagine this place as an examination room.
Like amber that solidifies distant scenes and memories, some of the wonderful events of that time have been preserved.
What role did Xia Yi play in this situation?
Jiang Yuelu thought for a moment and asked, "Do you know who I am?"
"Jiang Yuelu." This answer was very straightforward.
Jiang Yuelu was puzzled, "Why do you all know who I am? Is it really like what Old Man Jiang said, that Jiang family members know Jiang family members? But your last name is not Jiang, and you are not a human either."
Xia Yi shook his head, "It's different."
"What's different?"
"I'm different from him."
Jiang Yuelu thought for a while before she understood, "Oh, are you different from Old Man Jiang?"
Xia Yi nodded, "I don't know you by blood, you gave me a name."
Jiang Yuelu didn't know how such an ambiguous voice could sound so serious and clear. But he could hear it and laughed, "You are so proud of yourself. You even gave two points to prove the difference between you and Lao Jiang."
I can recognize you without blood. Isn’t I awesome?
You even gave me a name. Does Lao Jiang deserve such treatment?
In short, it means that you and I are better.
The more Jiang Yuelu thought about it, the more she wanted to laugh. It turned out that the silly-looking freshman could also be scheming.
He smiled, Xia Yi stared at the curve of his mouth, and followed suit clumsily. But because there was no smile in his eyes, he looked like a dull little robot. Jiang Yuelu saw him imitating her movements, and couldn't help but want to laugh even more, "Come with me, I'll teach you."
"Um."
He thought for a moment, "Think of something happy."
Xia Yi really thought about it, "And then?"
Jiang Yuelu was quite curious, "What are you thinking about? Can you tell me? I promise not to tell anyone else."
The pair of pale red eyes looked at him calmly, as if they were separated by many years of time. "Things after birth, happy things, things related to you."
broken.
Jiang Yuelu felt a thumping sound inside his body. He pretended to be calm and stood up. He touched his chin and said, "It has something to do with me..."
It came out completely subconsciously, because he couldn't think of what to say. He was completely struck by this sentence, wrapped up, isolated from the vacuum, and his mind was blank.
After a long while, he turned around and asked, "What did I do to make you happy?"
Xia Yi said: "Like now."
"Now?"
"You teach me." He made a back-and-forth motion with his fingers. "I don't know anything, and you've been teaching me."
"Speak, read, write my name and yours." He repeated, "You gave me a name."
"Wasn't your name Xia Yi before?"
He shook his head. "I don't have a name."
Jiang Yuelu had never heard of these things, although he also knew that Xia Yi was not an ordinary person, whether he was the Fallen No. □□ or the later Ghost King.
Seeing that he was silent, the boy thought that he had not explained clearly, so he explained: "I am God..."
"You are God? You are really God?!"
“…”
Jiang Yuelu sat down hurriedly and said embarrassedly: "This is the first time I've come across such things. Are you really a god? The kind of god in legends?"
The young man nodded awkwardly. From the beginning to the end, he was not good at dealing with the emotional Jiang Yuelu.
"So what kind of god are you?"
"I am……"
The picture seemed to freeze for a moment, then turned from dark to bright. It was still the same room, and the young man in front of him was still the same, but Jiang Yuelu knew that something was different.
His body shape became similar to that of a teenager, and his voice became more childish, with the texture of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old.
He lay on the ground, supporting his cheeks with his hands, a posture that a man in his late twenties would never do.
He smiled slightly and asked the young god, "So what kind of god are you?"
…
"How are you?"
He was startled, and the situation in front of him returned to normal, "Huh?"
"You were in a daze for a long time just now." said the boy.
Jiang Yuelu looked down at his hands, which showed the joints that only adults have. He then looked at his posture, which was also that of an adult sitting upright.
It was difficult for him to explain how he became a teenager.
But there were so many things that were difficult to explain, and it was not just one or two. He accepted all these strange things and waited to see where the upstream river would take him.
"You haven't told me yet, what kind of god are you?"
The boy, who was usually docile and willing to answer any questions, seemed to be resisting and avoiding this question. No matter how Jiang Yuelu asked, he just shook his head and did not answer.
Jiang Yuelu was a little discouraged, but there was nothing he could do to the boy. He leaned against the wall again, looking at the silent boy with a casual gaze. He pieced together many details in his mind, and gradually discovered something strange.
The current "Xia Yi" calls himself a god.
Then when did he fall into the state of a ghost?
Will this examination room contain this turning point? What was the purpose of that thought that brought me into the examination room?
The other party's original intention was to take over my body and be reborn, but I would definitely not give up the chance to live. Would it be more convenient for Him to take it away here?
Jiang Yuelu recalled the strange smoke in the dense forest before, and looked at the window again, feeling a little scared. If Xia Yi hadn't appeared just now, would the other party have succeeded?
"That's a dead god."
The young man suddenly spoke, Jiang Yuelu turned around and found that he was looking out the window with her.
"Dead God, are you talking about the thing that was trying to take me away just now?" Jiang Yuelu didn't know how to call that strange-looking thing, so she could only say it was a thing.
"I don't understand. That's God. You are also God. Are there many gods?"
The boy looked at him, and the syllables came out of his mouth, like some kind of hard-to-break code, "He is born, I am not. He is the only one, I am not."
Having said this, a strange smile suddenly appeared on the boy's face.
"Besides, he's dead."
"Young Master, Young Master!" Old Jiang seemed to have returned. His voice came upstairs before he even entered the house. Jiang Yuelu turned around and said, "Do you think Old Jiang really can't see you? Do you want to..."
“…”
When I looked back, the boy was nowhere to be seen.
Only a statue on the floor reminded Jiang Yuelu that what happened just now was not an illusion. He picked up the statue. The boy didn't know what it was. The statue he had touched for a long time was cold. He stared at the wooden red eyes for a long time, and there was determination or confusion in his eyes.
"Little Master!"
Old Jiang opened the door and said, "You'd better leave quickly!"
When he came back, he grabbed Jiang Yuelu's neck and walked out. He was pushed downstairs in a hurry. Jiang Yuelu couldn't even utter a complete sentence, "Wait, why do you want me to leave?"
It was still dark outside, and he didn't want to risk his life by running into the deep woods.
You know, there's a strange thing there staring at him.
"I just heard their movements!" Old Man Jiang was so anxious that his face turned red. "They are planning to do something serious. This sacrifice is different from the past. Every tribe must participate. Our Jiang family may also be taken there."
In the past, Old Man Jiang wouldn’t care about these things.
Besides, he was not a core figure of the Jiang family, and he could not sense the gods worshipped by the family. In short, his status was too small, so he did not take the altar seriously at all.
"But now that you are back, you are the blood of our Jiang family and my little master. They will definitely ask you to go and ask the gods to meet our gods and ask for our token. This is absolutely not allowed!"
Looking at Old Man Jiang who was so anxious that he was about to cry, Jiang Yuelu couldn't help but be moved by his sincere concern even though she knew that he was a figure that remained from the past.
"Don't be anxious, talk to me slowly." With his comfort, Old Man Jiang slowly calmed down, but still insisted that Jiang Yuelu leave overnight.
But he can't leave now.
Besides, he can't leave.
Jiang Yuelu said: "Tell me first, why not? Since I have the blood of the Jiang family, I can go and ask the gods of the Jiang family for help."
“No… No!” Old Man Jiang remembered something, and his strong body began to tremble. He said with trembling teeth, “Absolutely not! Young Master! Our god… our god… is a fallen angel… He killed the young lady, your mother, and our entire family!”
Jiang Yuelu frowned. It seemed that this god had a special object - him?
"Who is he?"
Old man Jiang's cloudy eyes suddenly froze, his mouth opened and closed, and he uttered that heart-pounding name, "Xia Yi... He said his name is Xia Yi!!!"
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