Chapter 80: Misty Illusion and Dark History Public Execution
Foggy Fantasy and Dark History Public Execution
After this blunder, everyone became even more vigilant. The fog in this canyon was strange and unpredictable, not only restricting perception but also causing a surge of power. It even contained this treacherous, resentful, and foul aura. They had to leave as soon as possible.
After a brief rest, the team slowly moved forward again. Jiang Xuelan and Li Jiuyou deliberately kept a slight distance between them, but the subtle emotional fluctuations and discomfort transmitted through the blood contract and the residual foul energy in their bodies continued to entangle them like invisible threads, making both of them feel uncomfortable.
Especially the "side effects" that Xuanjia mentioned began to appear vaguely.
Sometimes, when Li Jiuyou was impatiently chopping at the strange vines that blocked his way, Jiang Xuelan would suddenly feel an inexplicable strong and violent emotion belonging to Li Jiuyou through the blood contract and the connection with the foul air, causing his fingertips to tremble and the condensed ice cone to almost miss the target.
Sometimes when Jiang Xuelan was concentrating on exploring the path ahead, Li Jiuyou would suddenly sense a cold, vigilant and scrutinizing feeling from Jiang Xuelan, which made him subconsciously tense up his nerves, and a cluster of demonic fire would rise up uncontrollably.
This kind of uncontrolled emotional "leakage" and "sharing" made the two strong men who were used to controlling themselves very uncomfortable. Their faces were uglier than each other, but they were helpless.
As they went deeper, the surrounding fog seemed to change. No longer a pure gray and dead silence, but occasionally, blurry and distorted **colorful halos** flashed by, and a faint, sweet fragrance began to fill the air.
"Be careful, this fog may cause hallucinations." Jiang Xuelan warned, icy air lingering on his fingertips, trying to stay awake.
"You don't have to say it!" Li Jiuyou replied unhappily, and the red-gold demonic fire protected his body, burning the sweet fragrance that approached.
But this time the illusion seemed to be particularly powerful. It was not a direct attack, but a silent infiltration.
Suddenly, Man Gu, who was walking in front, staggered, his eyes became a little blank, and he muttered: "Feng Ye... King Feng Ye? Is that you? You are back..." He actually stretched out his hand towards the empty fog, with a simple and excited smile on his face.
"Barbarian bones!" Li Jiuyou shouted.
Man Gu shuddered and came to his senses, realizing he was almost hugging a moss-covered stone. His face flushed with embarrassment: "King... I... I think I saw King Feng Ye..."
Then, Ache suddenly sobbed softly, trembling while holding the fragments of Jianmu: "Don't... don't eat Xiaoqi... I didn't mean to... Woohoo... Roast it... Roast it..." He seemed to have fallen into the most painful memory of the dungeon again.
"A Che!" Jiang Xuelan frowned and cast a heart-clearing spell.
Ah Che suddenly came back to his senses, tears still on his face. He tried hard to force out a smile that was uglier than crying: "Brother... I'm fine... It's just... I'm a little cold..."
Even Xingtong was slightly distracted, the tentacles under her skirt twisted restlessly, and one of her eyes (the one belonging to Yueli) even shed a real tear, but she quickly concealed it, and just her smile faded a little.
This fog can actually dig out the most important or painful memories in everyone's heart!
Jiang Xuelan and Li Jiuyou's hearts were filled with alarm, and they used all their mental skills to resist. However, the remaining foul energy in their bodies now became the perfect amplifier of the illusion!
The double connection of the Heart-Killing Contract and the foul energy not only forces the two of them to fight their own inner demons more strenuously than others, but they are also forced to feel the increasingly clear memory fragments and emotional fluctuations coming from each other!
In Li Jiuyou's scarlet-gold eyes, he seemed to see his younger self being pushed to the ground by other children of the Zhe tribe, cursing them as "bastards" and "get out of the Zhe tribe", while his brother Feng Ye was standing far away, as if he wanted to come over, but was held back by the elders... Intense humiliation and anger surged in his heart!
Almost at the same time, Jiang Xuelan also groaned. The scene of the night when the Xianmen Sect massacred the village seemed to appear before his eyes again. His mother stuffed him into the cellar, and blood dripped onto his brow. Outside, he heard his father's painful groan and the hideous laughter of the Xianmen disciples... The cold despair and hatred instantly gripped his heart!
Through that damn link, these two extreme negative emotions madly impacted each other's sea of consciousness!
"Ugh!" Li Jiuyou pressed his aching forehead. He not only felt his own anger, but also more clearly felt the surging grief from Jiang Xuelan beneath the ice and... an extremely faint fear of being "abandoned" that had been frozen by him for fifteen years?
Jiang Xuelan's face was also pale. In addition to his own cold hatred, he also felt the deep-seated humiliation and... the desire for "belonging" beneath Li Jiuyou's violent shell?
This feeling is more unbearable than a direct attack!
However, this is not the end!
Perhaps it was because their emotions were fluctuating so much, or perhaps it was the combined effect of the foul air and the illusionary fog, a clearer **memory fragment** that did not belong to either of their current thoughts was suddenly dug out and forcibly stuffed into their minds through the blood pact!
It seemed to be a dark cave. Young Jiang Xuelan (about five or six years old) huddled in a corner, his face pale and covered in wounds. He clutched a worn, small cloth bag embroidered with spiritual plants. He seemed cold and frightened, his body trembling slightly.
At this moment, a small, furry black cat (?), with a tuft of reddish-gold hair at the tip of its tail, limped in clumsily from the crevice, holding half a hard, even muddy steamed bun in its mouth. It placed the bun in front of little Jiang Xuelan, rubbed its head against his cold hand, and made a faint, worried "wooo" sound.
Little Jiang Xuelan was stunned for a moment, looking at the half-stained steamed bun, then at the scarred little beast before him. Tears welled up in his large, icy-blue eyes, but he stubbornly refused to let them fall. He carefully took the bun and whispered, "...Thank you."
The little beast seemed to want to approach him, but suddenly its ears pricked up in alert, its head whipped around to look outside the cave, and a threatening growl emanated from its throat. The next moment, it grabbed the corner of Jiang Xuelan's clothes and desperately hid him deeper into the cave, in a hidden crevice!
The memory fragment ends here!
Jiang Xuelan and Li Jiuyou were struck by lightning at the same time and froze in place!
This memory...!
Jiang Xuelan's heart was shaken! This was the last fragment of his memory of the night of genocide, blurred by the Heart-Clearing Gu! That little beast...
Li Jiuyou's pupils also shrank! This scene... this feeling... why is it so familiar? That stupid cat...
Both of them could feel the other's shock and confusion that was like a raging storm!
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