“I’m going in.” NIO looked at her, but ultimately didn’t mention what he had already seen.
To everyone's surprise, Wen Jingge saw through it.
"You seem to have something to tell me!"
NIO was taken aback.
"He was my junior brother before! Even if he wasn't the youngest, even if I didn't care for you, Wen Jinge should have cared for you back then! Otherwise, would you have stayed at home all the time to study formations for her sake?"
NIO has fallen silent.
Wen Jingge also fell silent.
He looked at the other version of himself lying in the coffin, wondering whether he should say, "What you see are not the real me. They are like terracotta figures, a clone that can move around anywhere!"
"You're not the same Song Huan from before, are you?"
NIO couldn't see her, but he could sense the tone of her voice. She was probably sitting with one leg crossed, a mocking smile playing on her lips, looking at him like a cat eyeing a mouse, her eyes full of amusement.
“…No.” He knew he couldn’t hide this anymore. “The former me is not the former me. Only through extinction can one be reborn.”
“You smell of alcohol.” Wen Jingge knocked on the coffin and pointed to the person inside: “He smells of alcohol too.”
"so……"
He suddenly realized that the peach blossom wine wasn't for exorcising evil spirits, but rather it was something that was inherently related to him, which was why it could help him return to the terracotta figure on the mountain.
In a daze, it seemed as if someone had broken a bottle of wine and torn a piece of clothing, thus severing all ties and ties.
"Who?" He shook his head.
"Stop shaking it, it's all water."
NIO: ...
"I'm not smart to begin with, and I'm asking you this? I'm just asking for trouble. Do you know how to get me back? I still have some things to take care of, and even after I finish them, I don't know if I'll be able to return to my original world."
Hey! Tell me, am I also someone you guys have dragged down to a dead end?
Aside from being a bit unlucky in my past life, I didn't have any other health problems. The first few years after I entered the workforce were tough, but I got by later on.
According to your description, Qi Yun's body seems to have some kind of problem, and you were reborn because you had a terminal illness. Tell me, given my conditions in my previous life, why did I come to this world?
NIO's identity is complicated. He's not exactly a native, but he understands the rules of this world better than the natives. Wen Jinge dares to be open with him because he seems like a complete idiot.
In her past life, she was tricked by three divine strategists. In this life, she had just woken up and hadn't even figured out her identity when she was tricked by Ai Fengling again. She even had Ai Fengling's mark clearly hanging on her body, yet she couldn't even notice it.
"Maybe you really are one of them! I'm confused." He gave a bitter smile and rushed into his body.
There was no response.
He returned to the terracotta figure, looking at his own body with a strange expression.
Yes, it was his own body; every inch of his skin looked exactly like it.
"Idiot." Wen Jingge slapped him on the back. He stared blankly at the air behind him. "Are you playing tricks?"
"The person who didn't want you to play tricks is the one who's playing tricks. It must be a backup plan left for me. The thing he designed shouldn't be this simple. It's so simple that I just happen to be able to solve it."
Wen Jingge stared at the strange door and asked uneasily, "You didn't open that door, did you?"
“…Yes.” NIO assumed she had figured it out. “There’s nothing there.”
"Are you blind?! I'm not like that! I just walked out of a door. Why did you bring me out? Now I can't go back."
NIO: ...
He took a deep breath, and his face flushed after Wen Jingge's words. "Then what should I do? I can't go back either."
"Tell me, who am I?"
"I have no idea."
"Tell me who I am, Prayer of Fortune, Slaughter."
"I really don't know. Don't make things difficult for me. Compared to you guys, I'm just a kid. I can't beat you, and I really can't avoid you."
"Tell me, who am I, a benefactor or a killer?"
"I really..."
"Tell me, who am I, a benefactor or a killer?"
"You mean..." he suddenly had a flash of inspiration, "...that I choose who you are?"
"Tell me, who am I..."
He tightened his throat, his heart leaping into his throat. Wen Jingge should still be conscious, because her tone was not calm when she was narrating, and she even emphasized the last two words.
"I hope you are..."
“Tell me, who I am…” This time the emphasis was on the three words “tell me.”
"How am I supposed to choose? Both of them have bullied me before. Who hasn't been bullied?"
“Tell me…” Wen Jingge emphasized again, just now a word suddenly appeared in her mind, “give”.
In the current situation, the only one who could grant her certain abilities was someone who had previously held a divine position, and there just happened to be one in front of her.
"Slaughter".
Wen Jingge coughed and lunged toward the coffin, his physical form appearing at that moment.
"Congratulations!" she gave a thumbs up. "This is demon territory. If you're wrong, I'll be dead."
NIO seemed to understand, yet also seemed not to, "What did you just discover?"
"It's like, I used to be so angry with you, and after simulating it, I really got angry with you." Wen Jingge smiled, grabbed Wei Lai's hand, and shoved him into the coffin.
She was so fast that before NIO could even see how she got up, she felt as if her soul had been patted, and then everything went black before dawn broke again.
His face was covered in powder, the debris left behind after the terracotta warriors dissipated.
“Foam.” Wen Jingge reached out and grabbed a handful.
Lu Wei sacrificed himself to take the Snow Woman down with him, turning into bubbles at that moment.
"Human figurines".
What are you saying?
“A terracotta warrior.” She looked at NIO, who had sat up from the coffin. “What’s the difference between a terracotta warrior and the real person?”
"No difference."
"Then why are they called human figurines?"
"Who can know what Qi Yun has made? She is usually asleep, and no one dares to wake her. If she gets angry, the entire divine realm will be in trouble."
"So in the end, she was the one who got angry? Angry at Tianji?"
"Sort of." NIO snorted and gestured with his hand. "I'll take you out, are you coming or not?"
"Suddenly I don't want to leave." She glanced around the empty space; apart from the door, there was no other way out. "I feel a familiar presence, as if it's calling me."
"Don't open it!" NIO rushed over nervously and stood between her and the door. "Who knows what's behind it? You're already troublesome enough; I don't want to create another problem."
"Young man," Wen Jingge looked at his hand braced against the door, then at NIO, whom he had cornered, "Do you know what a 'wall slam' is?"
NIO coughed lightly and blushed.
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