"Master, what's going on here?!"
Wen Jingge also wanted to find someone to ask what was going on. After passing through several layers of coffins, she finally reached the top layer.
They went down to the altar, but they were still on this floor.
"I feel that this floor is not just a simple coffin."
There is a coffin here.
However, the coffin looks out of place.
Because this coffin was displayed so conspicuously at the front door.
The door was open, and the floor was spotless, without a speck of dust.
A gentle breeze occasionally rustled the door, making a grating sound, as if inviting these uninvited guests.
"Should we go in or not?" Liang Sixin looked at Wen Jingge anxiously, growing more and more impatient with each glance.
They had been here for a while, and Wen Jingge seemed to be deliberately lingering. Even though the altar was slowly descending, she was still in no hurry.
Instead, he sat cross-legged in front of the door like a monk, with his eyes closed, and who knows, he might even be reciting a calming mantra in his mind.
Without saying a word, Qiao Yu simply sat down cross-legged facing away from Wen Jingge, but without closing her eyes.
In his previous life, Liang Si was Qiao Yu, who followed the path of a killing god and, by a twist of fate, became a household name as a sword god. In this life, he became Liang Si. Although those experiences have made him more mature, he is still not as composed as his original self.
Seeing that neither of the two was reliable and that Ling Yi was still asleep, he was very anxious.
"How about I go in and take a look?" he asked tentatively.
I thought Wen Jingge would at least say something, but I didn't even hear a single instruction. "You two, say something! Master? Junior Brother? Can I call you Senior Brother? Let's switch back, okay? Say something! I really..."
"This is called psychological warfare. If the enemy doesn't move, I don't move either," Qiao Yu explained to him.
This explanation was meant for Liang Si, but it was also meant for himself.
"Do you know where the last person who said that to me went?"
“That person was me,” Qiao Yu said, fully aware of her own limitations. “And then you killed me.”
Liang Si: ...
He couldn't continue what he had prepared, "Don't you guys even see what the situation is like now? What if the altar is gone? How are we going to get down?"
"Destroy this place and we can go down." At this moment, Wen Jingge opened her eyes.
She could sense that something in the room had changed.
The thing was very impatient and wanted to get out, but perhaps it lacked the strength, and a breath was rising from the lower coffin.
“This…” Liang Si paused for a moment, then smiled with relief. “You should have said so earlier! I’m an expert at this.”
Qiao Yu: ...
"Let's not! Master has already come back countless times. Although we can start over, death is still very painful!"
Liang Si was stunned for a moment, and realized that his words were ill-considered, especially since Wen Jinge had suffered inhuman torture in his previous life.
"Come out and meet me! I know Qiyun isn't here, you must be from NIO!"
A gust of wind arose, and the house tilted precariously, as if made of paper, losing its former splendor and becoming dilapidated.
A burst of white light entered the room, which looked like a human figure.
Wen Jingge felt a pang of regret. She hadn't expected to see a living god in this form for the first time. This god couldn't even form a physical body. She had been quite frightened earlier.
"Are you from NIO?"
"no."
"Then why did you come out to see me?"
The man's voice was as if a rag had been stuffed in his throat, hoarse like wood rubbing against the floor. Every word was a shout, yet it was still hard to hear clearly.
"That was true."
"oh."
"Now... we've been outmaneuvered."
"I didn't scheme against you."
"I..." The shadow became restless, darting back and forth in the room as if it were on fire. It stopped uneasily by the threshold, but the door seemed to have a restriction, limiting its movement.
"you……"
"us?"
“You plotted against me…” His desperate roar was very similar to the “Call to Arms”, and the white ball floated back, “Or rather… you plotted against everyone.”
"Then who am I?"
"Who else could it be?" the voice said unwillingly. "There's a snake, and you have something there. Did you go look for it?"
"No."
"Hehehe... I knew you couldn't have found me so quickly. Clearly, clearly, those two didn't come up."
"Two people?"
“Yes! Two...and two more...I could have been NIO's...but...my throat...my body..."
His voice was broken and intermittent, like a damp cassette tape; Wen Jingge could only make out the gist of it: "There are still gods sleeping? Didn't Qi Yun destroy everything?"
“NIO is an anomaly, killing is an anomaly, and there’s another anomaly…” The white ball crashed into us again, “It’s not Qi Yun, it’s me… it’s me…”
"How about I let him out and let him talk properly?" Liang Si asked ingratiatingly.
In that instant, he thought of many things, such as himself, who in his previous life had also been trapped in a vat by Wen Jingge.
Although it was because a demon resided within him, he didn't know that at the time!
Seeing this thing now, I'm tempted. "I just think it's not easy for a god to end up like this."
“I…no…I am not a god, I am…I am the secret of heaven.” He squatted down, pulled up a paving stone and looked down. “Yes, he is right, he is the secret of heaven.”
"Shouldn't it be the Way of Heaven?" Wen Jingge frowned.
It's usually the way of Heaven!
"The Way of Heaven?" the man scoffed. "What is that? It's just a little gadget created to pass the time!"
This attitude is exactly the same as that of Qi Yun, whom Wen Jinge saw in her dream; they both scoff at the way of Heaven.
Supreme power allows one to trample everything underfoot, so there's no need to fear the so-called Heavenly Way. In fact, the Heavenly Way is something created by these so-called gods to govern the mortal realm.
"You've been tricked by Qi?"
The white ball seemed to recall the fear of being controlled, "Pray for luck! Pray for luck! That bitch... why doesn't she just die, why... no, she can't die..."
The white ball frantically paced around the room again, crying, "She's dead! Who, who will help me? She can't die! But why! Why can't I feel her anymore!"
Click!
Wen Jingge turned her head and happened to meet a pair of eyes on the roof.
"Master, would you believe me if I said I didn't do it on purpose?" Liang Si picked up a roof beam at random. "I really didn't expect this place to be made of paper."
He then pointed to the corner that he had crushed, "So, it couldn't hold on. I thought I could climb up and take a look."
The white figure inside the room was also dumbfounded. Realizing what was happening, it quickly lunged out, its voice filled with the manic elation of regaining freedom, "Hahaha! Take it, just take it! I! I can still get out!"
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