Chapter 387 Black Water Red Flower
The clan leader took Ye Xiaoman and the other two to the village ancestral hall.
Walking on the narrow paths in the village, farmers carrying firewood and fertilizer, and women sitting at their doorsteps weaving, would look out at the unfamiliar visitors for a few moments, then retract their heads and go about their own lives.
Ye Xiaoman suddenly had an idea.
She communicated with Yue Mushan and Jiaying through telepathy.
Look at the residents of the Snake Village; they've completely given up resistance and settled down in the ghost prison. Previous generations, like Buhui's parents, barely remember that they were aliens and their homeland was somewhere else.
When their children no longer regret this generation, the next generation, and the next generation, will they completely forget their prisoner status?
[They forget that they are imprisoned in a magic circle and are serving their sentence. One day, they may even lose the concept of death and think that suddenly turning into a monk's bead is normal.]
Ye Xiaoman also expanded her thoughts and deduced another thing that was even more terrifying when she thought about it carefully.
[Thinking further, could the entire ghost world be another, even larger prison?]
According to the laws of nature, death is the end of all things. However, the existence of the ghost world allows some people to continue to exist as souls after death. Furthermore, the ghosts are bound to the ghost world and cannot leave. They cannot live or die, and they will devour each other in this dark world for eternity... It sounds more like a prison.
[It's just that everyone has become accustomed to the existence of the ghost world, and all the ghost residents have forgotten the reality of their own service.]
She got goosebumps.
The ghost world is not the main battlefield for the male protagonist to upgrade. There are only a few sentences describing it in the book. I didn’t notice it when I read the book before, but now that I am in it, I feel that something is wrong.
If the ghost world is a prison, then who built this wonder, and what was that person's purpose?
After listening to Ye Xiaoman's wonderful ideas, Jiaying looked at her back with some surprise, with admiration flashing in his eyes.
There are similar inferences within Yongning Temple. The difference is that Yongning Temple is based on thousands of years of intelligence analysis, and Ye Xiaoman relies on his almost genius-like keenness.
Jiaying: "You..."
Yue Mushan retorted, "It's truly tragic when a person forgets where they came from."
He took a step forward, pushed Jiaying aside, and took Ye Xiaoman's hand.
Ye Xiaoman naturally held hands with Yue Mushan, and was no longer so timid about showing affection in front of Jiaying.
Jiaying: "I..."
He wanted to say that he had some information to share, but Yue Mushan interrupted him again, perhaps intentionally.
"When truth becomes false and falsehood becomes true, the place where the heart is at peace is my home. If those living in purgatory regard purgatory as a paradise, then hell will become heaven."
"The thoughts of sentient beings cannot be changed by human power. Sister, there is no need to worry too much about the world."
Ye Xiaoman smiled and said, "You're right. The less a little shrimp knows about the boss's secrets, the better. Even if I knew, it wouldn't change anything. No matter what the secret behind the ghost prison is, we just have to get out alive."
Yue Mushan neatly interrupted Jiaying's conversation about his area of expertise, drew Ye Xiaoman's attention back to him, and started talking about trivial topics such as cooking, washing clothes, and arranging subordinates.
Jiaying was completely excluded from the topic and followed them with aloofness, feeling very lonely like a lonely shadow.
"Please take your seats, all three of you."
In the village ancestral hall, the clan leader personally served tea.
Ye Xiaoman was anxious to collect other ship deeds and cut straight to the chase, "What surrender terms did you just mention?"
The clan leader and the elders lined up and bowed solemnly. "Please go to Black Island and help the nearby villages get rid of this pest."
"Whose territory is Black Island?" Ye Xiaoman said dissatisfiedly, "Is there anyone more domineering than me in this corner?"
The patriarch took out a water mirror, and after the rippling water waves calmed down, a landscape emerged on the mirror surface.
Bright red flowers of the other shore bloom on the black water. The red flowers have a sickly flourishing, as if cursed and overgrown, and the flowers are crowded together heavily, like piles of corpses rotting in a mountain.
In the center of the sea of flowers stands a blood-red island. The soil, rocks, and houses are also blood-red.
Everything is like a picture with overly monotonous colors, a small amount of black, a large amount of red, and the highly saturated red impacts the retina, making it unforgettable at first sight.
The scenery cannot be said to be ugly, but rather too beautiful. The passionate vitality is incompatible with the dilapidated and gloomy ghost prison, making it look even more eerie.
Ye Xiaoman did not miss the black water that nurtured the red spider lily. The water kept changing into human faces wailing in pain, as if countless souls that could not be freed were asking for help from the viewers.
The creepy underworld art style is worthy of being a specialty of the ghost world.
Ye Xiaoman uttered an "Ah" in confusion, Jiaying turned to look at her, and the elders in the room also cast inquiring glances at her.
Yue Mushan immediately asked with concern: "Sister?"
Ye Xiaoman scratched her hair. "What kind of prison is this? It looks familiar to me."
"Sister, have you been there?" Yue Mushan quickly denied it. "We've been inseparable since we arrived at the Ghost Prison. We've never been to this place."
Ye Xiaoman caught the fleeting moment in her mind.
If I remember correctly, she had seen him at Jing Zhui's place.
The boiling black water looked like the faces of the dead, and the red flowers were strange and ominous, but the flowers planted by Jing Zhui were the high-end, elegant and classy Youtanbala flowers, not the red spider lily.
The scene of the wronged souls opening their mouths and screaming in agony when the flower roots were pulled out from the black water is still vivid in my mind.
The storage bag on her body contained a sack of Youtanbala flowers.
Ye Xiaoman always thought that this was a special planting that Jing Zhui had done in his own grave, and it was unique to him, but today it seems that this is not the case.
Did Jing Zhui borrow ideas from the ghost world? Or did the ghost world borrow Jing Zhui's creations?
Of course, Jing Zhui is more effective.
The black water and red flowers that the snake clan always showed were visually terrifying. Compared with the absolute oppressive feeling of Jing Zhui's flower of destruction, this piece of land in the ghost world seemed a bit inferior.
Speaking of Jing Zhui, the last time she heard from him was when she had just entered Huangquan Ferry to do hard labor. After Jing Zhui explained to her about the monk beads, he said meaningfully, "Get out alive," and then disappeared.
After that, they were busy with their own things and completely treated each other as dead. Only when they were using each other would they remember each other, which was a very healthy superior-subordinate relationship.
Whenever Ye Xiaoman encounters a problem, she thinks of her good boss.
When I have time, I will contact Jing to ask for information.
Ye Xiaoman lowered her head to drink tea, trying to hide her awkwardness. "It's okay, I just remembered it wrong."
She asked the elders, "What's the story behind this piece of land? Who is the owner? Please tell us about it."
The elders exchanged glances with other snake people and saw shock in each other's eyes.
This Ye Xiaoman is quite something.
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