Liang Si's guess was wrong.
A stranger jumped out of the coffin.
man.
He was covered in blood and wore armor. A sharp sword was stuck in his chest, the exposed part of the hilt was rusted and riddled with holes.
The man's body was well-preserved and had not decomposed.
"You two are taking this so seriously, why don't you wash the person's face clean before you take a look?"
Qiao Yu awkwardly wiped her hands on her clothes, "Never mind."
It's strange that two grown men are looking at the corpse of another grown man.
"Master, why are there so many corpses here? Is it from the War of the Gods?" Qiao Yu frowned. "But if so, who cleaned them up? Qi Yun?"
“Slaughter.” Wen Jingge pointed to the altar that remained there. “The Soul Clan was chosen by slaughter. No, it should be said that the Soul Clan chose slaughter. Everything that slaughter does is in accordance with the Way of Heaven. Perhaps, it shouldn’t be called the Way of Heaven.”
Wen Jingge didn't know what to call that ethereal thing.
However, she remembered very clearly that the Heavenly Dao was just a little thing to pass the time when praying for fortune.
In the past few times she dreamed of Qi Yun, she thought that the killing had been a complete failure.
But when she went straight to the memories of killing, she discovered that the two were probably evenly matched, or even that the killing was stronger.
Qi Yun is one of the primordial gods. According to Lu Wei's knowledge, the first batch of gods to arrive here should have come in the form of spaceships or something similar. Afterwards, Qi Yun destroyed the path they came from.
This angered the other primordial gods, so the volatile prayer swept them all away.
After that, Qi Yun had to go into hibernation due to health reasons.
If hibernation...
Ah-Cai's coffin might be a good place.
These coffins, like the ones she kept, must be like energy storage tanks, capable of supplying these so-called primordial gods.
The primordial gods of this world might be equivalent to aliens from another planet.
They bring light to the world, but they can also destroy that light and bring endless darkness.
Higher-dimensional civilizations can disregard lower-dimensional life.
No one cares about the life or death of an ant unless she suddenly decides to want to see how an ant in dire straits escapes the traps she has laid.
"Praying for fortune is as easy as you want? But she is the true primordial god, she..."
"Perhaps it's the power that needs to kill, but it was discovered by killing itself?" Wen Jingge seemed to be responding to Qiao Yu's question, but also seemed to be talking to herself.
There may be other reasons for the destruction of the prayer channel.
Slaughter arises from heaven and earth, more like an antibody produced by this world itself, while the primordial god represented by prayer is like an inactivated germ.
Until the very end, no one can say who is right or wrong in this duel between the two sides.
“If one side breaks the balance, the other side will not be able to sit still.” Liang Si looked at his master’s furrowed brows and smashed another coffin with a bone.
Same situation.
This time, what appeared in the coffin was a female corpse, wearing a mask. The woman had arrow wounds on her body, and the arrows had not yet been removed. She wore a black dress on her chest, which was stained dark red. A giant scythe was also placed beside her.
This look reminded Wen Jinge of the Grim Reaper.
Then, another person died.
This person has very white skin, not in a sickly sense, but more like an albino. The only difference from albinism is that his hair is black, his eyebrows are black, and his lips are red.
He looked very well, had no injuries, and was dressed in white, in a long gown with no visible seams.
Wen Jingge reached out to lift her long robe, but Qiao Yu stopped her.
"Master, it's best not to look at men. What if they're not wearing anything?"
Wen Jingge cleared her throat and turned her head away; she truly hadn't considered that possibility.
She simply felt that this person was the cleanest and strangest of all the dead she had ever seen.
Because his clothes only reached his knees, were very loose, and he was shirtless, somewhat like a woman's nightgown.
How do you know it's a man?
"People of the White Deer Clan."
"How did you know?" Wen Jingge asked curiously, grabbing his hand. After becoming a soul, Wen Jingge could still move freely like a normal person if she wanted to.
"The Grandmaster shared some of his memories with me." He looked at Liang Si with a forced smile, "Thanks to you!"
"Bai Lu is wearing this? This outfit doesn't seem suitable for the battlefield at all. The Bai Lu people are known for their warlike nature."
"There is a group of children who are bought and sold, orphans, who are trained to wage war. The Grandmaster emerged from such an illusion, and then he encountered..."
Qiao Yu didn't continue. He was a little puzzled and slowly said, "My memories are incomplete, perhaps there's a discrepancy. The image of the killing in my mind is sometimes my master, sometimes... sometimes..."
"White Vine."
“Yes, yes, when he died, Master was in the form of Uncle-Master Bai Teng. At that time, Master called Uncle-Master Bai Teng ‘Qi Yun’.” He clicked his tongue. “It’s quite confusing. I can’t figure it out or see it all.”
"That's because he didn't understand things clearly while he was inside the body. He only knew these fragments. If he could understand, he wouldn't be so confused after he got back to his body."
"Is it possible that... all those who participated in the killing plan back then had chaotic minds?" Liang Si suddenly asked. "The more people involved, the more chaotic their minds? Is that how they managed to cover it up?"
Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Liang Si continued, "Is it what Master meant by having no plan? Because there was no plan, we couldn't be targeted? That's why we caught the other side off guard?"
"Yo!" Qiao Yu whistled, this was the first time he had ever been so unrestrained.
In the past, when he was still Liang Si, he was always calm and composed.
Now that he's become Qiao Yu, he's given up all hope. "You've gotten smarter! That's really something! After living two lifetimes, you've finally improved a bit."
Wen Jingge: ...
"And then what about those kids?" Wen Jingge looked at yet another person who had been smashed to pieces. The altar had risen earlier because Liang Si had stopped attacking her, which represented trust.
Just like the trust between the Soul Clan and the Demon Clan in killing before the altar, this was the meaning conveyed to her by the sacrificial scene that Ling Yi saw.
So what will it be now?
There are tens of thousands of coffins of all sizes here. Are we supposed to just hammer them one by one?
“The children of Bailu like to shoot arrows at the moon on a certain night when it is full.” Qiao Yu pointed to the clean-cut man from before. “If I’m not mistaken, it’s because of him. He is also a neutral faction and does not belong to any power.”
How do you know it's neutral? Because there were no injuries?
"Because if this person's hair were a little longer and covered part of his face, he would look like a real person."
"who?"
"Uncle-Master Song Huan."
Wen Jingge thought of the bangs Song Huan had left on his forehead, then looked back at the somewhat chubby face in the coffin.
"..."
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