With a "thump", a figure flew backwards from the ancestral hall, hitting the heavily painted red pillar next to it, with its back hunched like a shrimp.
Sliding down from the pillar, "Ding Yan" covered his chest, coughed and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
He looked coldly at Anya and Zou Ye in the distance, with a fire burning in his eyes.
Zou Ye, who was in the distance, was sitting next to the wooden plaque for offerings. Her short skirt could not cover her thighs, and her chocolate milk-like skin reflected a beautiful luster under the light of the bright lamp next to her.
She held her forehead with her hand and said with a smile: "Can't you do it?"
"So people like you are really easy to understand. As long as you are given a little hope, you can be as humble as an ant in the dust, covered with ashes and dirt, but still hold on to the ridiculous "justice" and "rationality."
Her fingers drew circles in the air easily: "The world should be more chaotic and graceful. The beauty of art lies in the twisted emotions that burst out at the moment of death. The entanglement and choices reflected in the killing of fathers and sons and the fighting between brothers can better express the beauty of the human spirit."
"Things like 'justice' and 'virtue' are too empty and pretentious. This kind of one-sided positive motivation can certainly bring people the pleasure of dopamine, but the human heart always has darkness and cruelty that others cannot touch. You know, humans always say that childhood is the purest. But when people laugh, they will also scald ants with boiling water to observe their movements, and pluck the wings of dragonflies to watch them struggle. This is what you call 'the purity of children', this is purity."
Her tone was cheerful and upbeat: "Admit it, humans are creatures that look forward to 'destruction' and 'tyranny'! Truth, goodness and beauty are just tools for social and moral norms to help higher-level people gain benefits from the lower classes! Only by maintaining chaos can individuals make great progress! Folding your wings and claws will only turn you into other people's meat!"
Stupid Social Darwinists.
The pitch-black flames transformed from the Sin Mask danced in Ding Yan's pupils.
Just now, they had been fighting for at least five or six minutes.
During these five or six minutes, Zui Mian broke through Anya's encirclement several times, but in the end, for various reasons, Zou Ye easily resolved his offensive.
He knows it too well.
In addition, his current body was not the one he was familiar with, so he had no way to play to his strengths.
Hallucinations are useless, and Zou Ye is not the kind of person who would feel fear at will, but his ability requires the induction of fear.
Those who have been able to hold on until now all have rich combat experience.
Thinking this in his heart, he turned his head and looked at Ding Yan who was hesitating in his consciousness, and said calmly: "If you can't do it, then just delay it."
"I know you think the girl who was turned into a wooden sculpture still has a chance of recovery, so you subconsciously resist my control over your body. I can understand that. If you are completely heartless, then it would be you and I who would start to doubt your identity."
"And according to my opinion, the girl named Anya is not completely hopeless. Zou Ye is a real bad guy, but at least she is honest and trustworthy. If she said she would give you hope, then she would indeed leave you some keys and clues."
Therefore, it was not dissatisfied with Ding Yan's hesitant behavior.
As a monster, it doesn't really want to be stained with human blood.
After all, there’s a truly outrageous, near-omniscient monster staring back at it.
Listening to Zuimian's words, Ding Yan hesitated.
"Aren't you annoyed by my behavior?" he said, "After all, there were several times when you could have hurt Zou Ye, but because of Anya's obstruction, I hesitated..."
Hearing this, Zuimian sneered: "Troubled? No, I don't have that feeling. Unlike you, I am still a monster after all. And, I also learned something from that guy named Zou Ye before - only precise reason can fight against the complex and ever-changing reality."
"Besides, there's no point in rushing in front of her," Sin Face said. "People like her are not dangerous, just troublesome. If we can't solve the problem once and for all, then we will have to face a fly that is always watching us in the future."
"In fact, Zou Ye also knows this, so she is enjoying it now. She is enjoying the pleasure that we have no way to control. This is also good news for us."
He stretched the red curtain in his hand and said softly, "After all, we are also stalling for time."
As it spoke, it controlled Ding Yan's body, tapped the ground with its toes again, and rushed towards Anya from the side.
At the moment, it is quite adept at using Ding Yan's body.
Ding Yan's physical strength is very good, but his combat experience is too little. Therefore, letting him deal with Zou Ye is simply asking him to die. Therefore, Zuimian had to control his body and use his rich combat experience and combat sense to compete with Zou Ye on the opposite side.
But now it seems that although Sin Face has rich combat experience, its creator, Zou Ye, seems to have more combat experience.
When he attacked Anya this time, Zuimian threw away the red curtain in his hand, blocking Zou Ye's view.
At the same time, it rushed towards Anya!
This time, its purpose was not to break through Anya's encirclement, but just to see if it could control the girl in front of it to a limited extent, subdue her and put her aside.
This time Anya's movements seemed slower than before.
Although under the influence of Zou Ye Woodcarving, she showed a powerful strength and agility that was far beyond that of a human, it seemed that this power was not unlimited. After being harassed by the Sin Face for a long time, her strength probably declined to a certain extent.
It seems that this time, he should be able to solve this problem well and then directly confront Zou Ye.
He was thinking this in his mind, but the next second, a warning sign suddenly arose in Zuimian's heart!
As if something extremely dangerous was flashing beside him, Zuimian almost didn't hesitate for a moment, and used his hands and feet to jump away from the original landing point! The next second, a violent explosion occurred in the place where Anya was before!
The explosion stirred up countless sand and dust, blowing these debris into the sky. It was like a heavy rain, and the sand fell to the ground, making people's heads full of tiny particles.
Even though he had sensed it in advance, Zuimian was unable to dodge and was blown away by the shock wave of the explosion.
Hiss, it hurts...
Sinmian, who hadn't felt pain for a long time, felt the feeling of "pain" for the first time.
It lay on the ground, looking at the fallen wooden sculpture Anya in the distance, and a thought flashed through its mind: 'Zou Ye, that bastard, actually put a bomb on that girl...'
And it didn't explode until now.
It's really disgusting.
But I hadn't expected it yet.
Is it because I just got a body that I've become a little lazy? Or is it because I met the person who created me that I'm a little mentally abnormal?
Or has it been that the so-called spiritual dust has actually begun to affect oneself?
Ding Yan was not affected by the spiritual dust because of his own special characteristics, but as a pure spiritual body, he did not seem to be able to resist the dust...
Holding his stomach, Zuimian's consciousness was a little blurred due to the pain: "This bomb... doesn't seem to be a simple weapon. It should be a special product made by Zou Ye using wood carving, which is harmful to the mind? It seems that she guessed my existence in advance and made corresponding arrangements..."
"This is a problem. My spirit is my life, and my life is my life. After this explosion, I might lose control of Ding Yan's body. If Ding Yan is left to deal with Zou Ye, he might burn the fire in his body. At that time, all our efforts will be wasted."
It struggled to stand up, its consciousness was hazy and blurred: "No, I have to delay for at least a few more minutes. With Ding Yan's own strength, I am afraid he can't hold on for even a minute. By that time, the mission entrusted to me by the prophet will be in vain."
When he thought of such consequences, Zuimian shuddered.
It was the person who could sense the terrifying side of that man better than anyone else present.
Compared to Ding Yan's admiration, Zuimian knew very clearly that the man was an extremely dangerous person.
Perhaps it was because the previous experience in the abandoned hospital left a deep impression on Zuimian. Or perhaps it was because of the vast ocean that made Zuimian feel fearful.
In short, Sinmian takes the instructions issued by the prophet very seriously.
But now, it seems that I might destroy the prophet's will because of my carelessness...
Thinking of this, Sinmian's fingers tightly grasped the floor and struggled to stand up.
Unfortunately, its consciousness was severely affected by the explosion. Now, it feels dizzy and fainted even when thinking, let alone getting up.
Zou Ye, who was in the distance, looked at the criminal struggling on the ground, with a slight curl of his lips.
"You are my ugly defective product. You are infinitely far behind in my sequence."
She jumped down from the wooden table and said with a smile, "You are a low-quality product that I created when I had not yet comprehended the beauty of art. If it weren't for you awakening Zou Ye's consciousness one day and connecting him to me, I would never have set my sights on you."
"Now it seems that you are not even qualified as a defective product. My other works have their own advantages, but you are the only one who has hallucinations and fears that you don't understand. Ha, how stupid! When did I become so foolish as to make such a toy?"
As she spoke, she let go of Anya in her arms and slowly walked towards Ding Yan on the ground: "But don't worry, now you have the qualifications to be retrained."
"You and this child named Ding Yan will become the welcoming stones at my art exhibition. Everyone who passes by you will sigh at your former ugliness and your gorgeousness and perfection after passing through my hands..."
"You will become works of art."
As she spoke, she was already standing not far from Sin Mian who was lying on the ground, almost only a few meters away.
But the next second.
Zou Ye's outstretched hand suddenly stopped where it was.
She looked as if she sensed something, raised her head, squinted her eyes and looked into the distance.
On the other side of the only wooden door of the ancestral hall, there seemed to be faint sounds of footsteps echoing.
After a while, heavy iron-gray fog came in from the cracks on all sides of the ancestral hall and spread on the ground in a very short time, covering Zou Ye's beautiful brown calves in the fog, as if they were walking in a quagmire.
Feeling the heavy and dark fog, Zou Ye showed a happy smile on his face.
"I knew it..." she said.
Soon, as if to echo her words.
The invisible mist slowly pushed open the door, and a man in a black windbreaker came out from outside.
Bailing walked leisurely in the mist, as if he was walking up a staircase step by step.
He looked at Zou Ye in the distance, Ding Yan lying on the ground, and the girl lying in the mist in the distance, and pursed his lips slightly.
Then he loosened his red scarf and said calmly, "Long time no see, woodcarver."
"No, or to be more precise, it should be the first time we met."
A deep mist enveloped Bai Ling's eyes, just like the mist-filled, flickering ancestral hall in front of him: "I originally thought that you would have made some progress, but I didn't expect that you are still so disgusting."
As he spoke, the candles on both sides of the ancestral hall shook violently and almost went out.
The plaques enshrined on the wooden table began to tremble, and soon all of them fell upside down on the table, as if the shock of the words made these old things that had long been buried feel fear, and they fell on the table one after another, making a "crackling" sound.
The lights went out, the wooden sign fell to the ground, and soon the entire ancestral hall was empty like a quiet tea room.
In this silence, Zou Ye could hardly suppress his smile.
"I have been waiting for you," she said, opening her arms, her voice filled with indescribable joy. "For this, I even tolerated their delays, provided them with wonderful toys, and used them to enjoy their behavior as an entertainment."
"Because I know that you will definitely show up. How could you not show up? Everything in this world is a reflection in your eyes. In your eyes, the present and the future are two distinct and unrelated paths. Your gaze has already passed through the layers of fog and reached the predetermined end."
Zou Ye said softly: "Now, I finally found you in reality, Prophet."
"The most perfect and beautiful creation in the world!"