"Huh? How come you're not dead?"
"Do I deserve to die?" Wen Jingge sneered inwardly. She didn't know who had been crying and wailing earlier. She squatted down, her gaze level with the man's. "You're looking forward to my death?"
The man seemed startled by him, and stood there dumbfounded for a moment. Like a rusty puppet, he slowly raised his face, which was dirty and no longer as clean as before.
So much so that Wen Jingge really wanted to take the magic zither and cut it off, so that he could grow a new head.
Wen Jingge ultimately didn't do that. "What did you mean by saying that only I can kill you? Does that statement still stand?"
"It's a promise, it's a promise." The man nodded frantically, his eyes burning with even more fervor. "Give me a break! I don't want to live anymore."
"How many gods are there in the sky?" Wen Jingge sat to one side, sharpening his knife and constantly chopping at the roots of the tree.
Lu Wei said that this tree was not a tree, and she didn't believe it before, but now, when she saw blood gushing out of the tree roots, she had to believe it.
"So many, so many."
"Didn't you say you didn't remember anything about the heavens?" Lu Wei looked at him with displeasure. "Or did you remember something? Because of this tree?"
"Yes!" The man turned his head anxiously, and when he saw the tree beside him, the fear in his eyes deepened. "You, it's impossible, you, you can't be by this tree, you can't, you'll die..."
“But I didn’t die.” Wen Jingge said as she inserted the magic zither in her hand into the tree trunk.
A dull pain suddenly shot through her chest, and at that moment the man on the ground began to roll violently. "No, no, assistant!"
"Hehehe." Wen Jingge suddenly laughed, her expression knowing. She leaned against Lu Wei and said, "Hey! You've struck it rich."
"What's wrong?" Lu Wei glared at her with displeasure and removed her hand from his arm. "If you have something to say, say it. Don't touch me. Men and women shouldn't touch each other."
"I am a god! Flatter me!"
Lu Wei stared at her for a while as if she were an idiot, then took the magic zither from her and continued chopping wood. The man started hurting again, and Wen Jingge, pale-faced, clutched his chest. He realized something, "Since you are a god, you should have a way to put me in there, right?"
Lu Wei looked at the man and said, "If you can't even do this much, why should we really believe that you are the so-called god?"
"you……"
The man couldn't understand what was wrong with this world. Before he met Wen Jinge and her group, he had many believers. Wen Jinge was one thing, but why did even these lowly humans around her seem to look down on him?
"I...will not die."
"Whether you live or die!" Wen Jingge snatched the Demon Harp Sword back. "It's not up to you."
"That……"
"Do me a favor." Wen Jingge handed the magic zither to the chicken spirit, "Kill your master."
"I...I can't kill them! I...I've killed them so many times!" Chicken Essence stamped her feet in fear. "I'll do anything you want, please, please don't make me..."
"She just thinks your master's face is too dirty and there's no water here, so she wants to give your master a brain transplant."
"Oh!" Chicken Essence sighed, a weight lifted from her heart. "Master, it will be quick, it won't hurt."
Whoosh!
With a single sword strike to the throat, the head rolled to the ground, and a faint shadow appeared above his head.
Wen Jingge picked up Wen Xueshan's head and tossed it to Lu Wei, "Think about it, doesn't Wen Xueshan's face look familiar to you?"
"Master, Master..."
Wen Jingge turned her head and found that the man was fine. She couldn't help but be curious about the little girl's panic. "Isn't your master smart? This is normal for him. Don't be afraid."
“No, no…” she pointed to the head in Wen Jinge’s hand, “You look like, like the owner I first met.”
Lu Wei's expression hardened slightly, and he stared blankly at Wen Jingge, then smiled mockingly, "After those two things in your head disappeared, I realized you really got lucky. You were right about everything. Why don't you think about how we're going to get out of here?"
"I can't think of anything."
"Really can't figure it out?"
"I'm afraid that if I keep thinking about it, another old monster will come, and then we'll probably all be done for."
"I..." Chicken Essence looked at the two of them and finally found a chance to interject, "The master had this face at first, but later the features on his face slowly disappeared. After dying many times, he could no longer be recognized as he originally was."
"You can even guess that?" Lu Wei shook his head helplessly, directly labeling Wen Jingge, "If you were a god tens of thousands of years ago, you must have been an extremely troublesome one. Even in your amnesiac state, you guessed everything that would happen ten thousand years later. A genius!"
"Thank you for the compliment."
Lu Wei's face turned green.
Wen Jingge held Wen Xueshan's head up to the man's face, and the man's doubt deepened. "I recognize him, he, he..."
"You've probably seen him in the mirror before, haven't you?"
"Yes! Many, many mirrors, I can't remember, many mirrors, many of me..."
"Circular space?"
"What is that?" He always had many blind spots when he was with Wen Jinge.
Fortunately, the two people here are both rather dim-witted, so it's not shameful for him to ask Wen Jingge directly.
“A place you’d better not want to know,” Wen Jingge said coldly.
After being resurrected from the tree seed, she found herself becoming the "chuunibyou" herself even more often, unintentionally switching into another personality, and her heart grew colder along with that person, her compassion for people being stripped away.
“God, a new god…” the man muttered to himself, “I escaped. Legend has it that the one from before left, saying that this world needed a new god to rule, but the road is gone, the road was destroyed by the one who left…”
So, we came down. I... I escaped. A god from the past left a letter: in this life, I will be called Wen Jingge, and I will... appear at the Xuan Yun Sect, because of failure... therefore, therefore, it's Ten Thousand Zhang Peak.
"A new god? Then what are you?"
"I, I..." At this moment, the man was also confused.
"I... am not a god..."
"I...I am...hehehe, I..." The man laughed and then cried, "I am a messenger, and messengers cannot die, they can only be killed by God. You...yes...you are a descendant of God..."
"Oh no, this is getting more and more complicated." Wen Jingge sighed, patted Wen Xueshan's head, and asked, "Are there many people who look like this man?"
"Yes, many, many of me, many of us..."
"You're not still a clone, are you!" Wen Jingge sighed, stuffing the man into the tree trunk as she imagined. "Do you really want to die, you traitor?"
"Yes, liberation, I only want liberation."
"I hope you won't regret it!" The man smiled, relieved as he thrust out the demonic zither.
Then, a rustling sound came from the ground.
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