Although Zuoqiu said this lightly, An Jing could always sense a madness beneath his calm tone that was no less crazy than that of the person in the coffin.
This historian's attitude towards history is as pious as the hymnist of decay's pilgrimage to decay, so fanatical that it is frightening.
But what is he pursuing?
After no longer having the pressure of survival, Zuo Qiu finally showed his excitement for coming here. He became talkative and eager to share. He saw the confusion on Yu Jie Yanou's face, so he laughed out loud:
"Don't you think history is interesting? Of course, the history of the Continent of Hope brought about by the coming of the Gods is even more interesting!
There are stories that are completely different from reality here, and there are countless extraordinary and strange past events. The closer you get to the underground, the more attractive this feeling of the unknown becomes, because the underground history is rarely known. When you discover a story that only you know, this sense of accomplishment and satisfaction is better than all the good things in the world. "
After a moment of silence, he nodded thoughtfully.
“Are you using these fresh memories to pay tribute to Him?”
"Fresh?
No, no, no, Master Puppet Master, you are wrong. These stories may be new to us, but to my benefactor, [Memory] who has already witnessed the entire history of the Island of Hope, they may not be worth mentioning.
I am not a devout believer in [Memory]. I am just using [Memory]. Its blessing gives me the ability to explore the unknown, and I can also transcribe the old stories that I remember to it, that's all.
I do this more to please myself. Life needs a little excitement, doesn't it?
Just like you, even though you are a [Silent] believer, you came here for a chance to meet them.
Master Yan, the pilgrimage site of the followers of [Decay] is now at our feet, and the Septic Blood Tomb representing His will is also floating above our heads. Look up at the upside-down cone tomb in the sky. What do you feel at this moment?"
Thoughts?
I may not have any feelings about the Tomb of the Septic Bleeding, but I do have some feelings about you...the lying historian.
Yes, Zuo Qiu lied.
The Master of Deception card in An Jing's hand told her that everything the historian had just said about his beliefs was a lie.
Although there were many lies, she had actually guessed where Zuoqiu's lies were!
He said that he was not a devout believer in [Memory], but in fact, he was a devout believer in [Memory]. Even just now, during the conversation on the edge of the blood lake, he was still practicing his devotion to [Memory].
But this kind of dedication is not just a simple sacrifice of memory, but...
Let the memories spread!
As the historian himself said, personal memories may be lonely and secretive, but history is not, because it is always passed down orally among different people.
Just at this moment, the silent self seemed to have become the historical recorder of the historian Zuo Qiuming.
I witnessed him coming here, witnessed him sharing his stories, and witnessed his devotion to [Memory].
This historian was not sharing his experiences at all, but passing on the torch of memory. He could have kept these secrets to himself, but he did so anyway. His purpose was certainly not to gain his own admiration or praise, but to make himself remember his memory.
So this is his path?
This historian with 2300 points is not simple at all.
An Jing frowned slightly and didn't speak for a long time. She was thinking about how she should go in the future. But as she thought about it, she widened her eyes and said in astonishment and disbelief:
"The Sepsis Graveyard has sprouted!?"
"?" Zuo Qiu was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "It turns out that I'm not the only one who has hallucinations due to excessive excitement. It seems that you also..."
But he couldn't continue speaking halfway through the sentence, because he found that the emerald green that suddenly appeared in the black and white mixed with bloody vision seemed...
It's not an illusion!
He suddenly froze, and then his expression became extremely exaggerated, and even his voice rose several degrees, becoming extremely sharp.
“How is this possible!?”
How is it possible? Nothing is impossible.
Just as the two were trying to figure out how to get closer to the churning blood lake, an accident happened.
Of course, it was not a surprise. After all, everything in front of them was done by Cheng Shi. He stole the faith of [Decay] and dedicated it to [Prosperity], allowing [Prosperity] to descend underground. Then, countless vitality and [Prosperity] aura swept in like a whirlwind, rushing straight to the pilgrimage place of the [Decay] believers, destroying the tomb with blood!
The two stood there in shock for a moment, and during this moment of shock, they saw the giant python running away in the distance turn into a tree again, but it was no longer a rotten wood, but a prosperous giant tree.
The fog also rolled back, and the red soil of the ruins underfoot gradually lost its blood color.
All the corrupt blood on the huge ruins shrank back into the blood lake, and then turned into countless drops of thick blood, like a rain curtain, and returned to the corrupt blood tomb.
Tiny buds sprouted in the grooves of each character on the pyramid-shaped inverted tomb. When the blood drops that flew back to the final tomb covered the buds, the new life withered instantly and turned into [rotten] residue that fell from the sky.
For a while, [decay] and [prosperity] were constantly struggling on the floating tomb, while under the tomb there was a rain of new life and death.
And when the Blood-Destroying Tomb drained the entire Blood Lake in order to resist the invasion of [Prosperity], the strange scene at the bottom of the lake that had never been seen before the world was finally revealed to the historians and puppet masters.
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