Mother, are you dead? I don't think so, it should still be alive.
But I see that the talisman paper has smashed it into pieces.
Broken does not mean dead. There are many things in the world that are broken and a complete mess, but they are still alive.
"Who, who is talking?"
Fang Yin stood up, her voice mixed with the echo of water droplets falling on the rocks, colliding back and forth among the rocks, like trumpets, resonating with each other.
After asking again, Fang Yin confirmed that there was no one around but her.
The four Yin Xiu people didn't know where they had fallen. Maybe they were dead, or maybe they were buried under huge rocks and soil, with no trace left.
laugh! Taking out a piece of fluorite, Fang Yin carefully walked among the rocks.
This place has almost become a collection of big rocks and not very big rocks. The rocks on the top are shaky, and each one can cause Fang Yin's head to bleed, or break her toes.
But fortunately, it doesn't seem to be completely blocked here. The large rocks are stacked on top of each other, forming paths that can allow a person to pass sideways or squat down.
Fang Yin walked for a while holding the fluorite, and then vaguely heard the sound of breathing, sometimes short, sometimes long.
"Who? Yin Xiu? Luo Wei? Or the annoying Ma Xiaoyu?"
"No, it's just a stupid realization."
The sound came from behind, and Fang Yin could not help but feel goosebumps rising. Then she turned around and walked towards the direction of the sound.
Sure enough, it was Zhu Wu. At this moment, he was lying in the pile of rocks, unable to move, and there were still blood stains on his face.
Fang Yin took out the dagger and glanced at him, "Is this the blood that hasn't dried when you killed me?"
Zhuowu smiled bitterly and shook his head, "That happened last night. It was done long ago. As for the blood stain, it was just hit by a stone."
He was not surprised as to why Fang Yin was still alive, and he had no time to be surprised, because he was already injured at this time, and even if he had the intention, he would never kill Fang Yin again.
It seemed that his forehead was not the only one who was hit by the stone. At this time, Zhuowu's foot was also pressed tightly by a stone. This was the reason why he lay there motionless.
"Why are you here? I thought you should be at the main altar, or somewhere else."
"There is no main altar anymore," Zhuowu said with a pale face, "Everyone is dead, whether it is the previous batch of Qi Refiners, the Ouchi masters or the White Lotus Sect, they are all dead."
"Then why are you here?" Fang Yin asked again.
Zhuowu laughed twice, a little sadly, "I came here after my mother."
"Oh?" Fang Yin showed sympathetic eyes, "So you saw it all."
"It's clear as day, it's clear as day."
Zhuowu nodded and said: "It turns out that I have been deceived for so long by the fantasy dream spun by my mother. I am like a fool and a liar. I am being fooled around."
"But at least you know the truth, right?"
Fang Yin looked at him, "You are much luckier than those Qi practitioners who died, because you know the truth."
"Is knowing the truth a blessing?"
Zhuowu still smiled, "Did you know? Those Qi Refiners, my comrades, all died without any pain or complaints.
They thought this was their chance, thinking that they died for their mother to ascend to heaven. At the moment when her mother ascended to heaven, the dead people like them would also ascend to heaven with her and become gods.
No one doubts the authenticity of this, so even though they died, everyone did not look back. They did not feel that death was the end, but another beginning.
Therefore, none of these people died with a smile on their face. They did so willingly, rather than being forced or feeling that their death was unjust. "
"I understand."
Fang Yin also laughed and laughed.
Zhuowu stared blankly at Fang Yin, and was finally led by her to laugh out loud. The two of them were like two speculative lunatics, just laughing, and the echoes echoed and overlapped in the underground cave.
"so!"
Fang Yin still couldn't stop laughing, "In comparison, you are the most pitiable person.
Because you are not dead until you know the truth.
But after learning the truth, you are still alive!
Others' death is a happy one, but your survival is only a tragedy. That's right, I realize! "
"Yes, you are right."
Zhuowu raised his neck and said, "Come on, take revenge on me. You said that you must avenge yourself."
"Then I'm welcome?"
Fang Yin turned the dagger in his hand in a circle, like a child playing with a toy made of wood.
Then she snorted coldly, inserted the knife into the gap in the stone, and pried it suddenly. The dagger bent, and the stone pressing Zhuowu's leg rolled to the side.
"Why?" Zhuowu asked.
"Because it's unnecessary. Whether it's killing you or continuing to fight with you, it's unnecessary."
Fang Yin took out another bottle of medicinal powder and sprinkled it on Zhuo Wu's forehead without asking him what he meant.
"We fought to the death before because I wanted to find Kunlun, and you, you wanted to help my mother find Kunlun.
But now the situation has changed. You must no longer trust my mother, so you will not become my enemy.
In this case, there is no need for us to fight, or in other words, we have room for cooperation. "
"Cooperation?"
Zhuowu straightened his clothes and patted all the dust off.
"Cooperation for what?"
"Of course I'll kill my mother!"
"Kill my mother, just the two of us?"
"Of course not," Fang Yin winked at him playfully, "There are also Yin Xiu and the others. They are my mother's mortal enemies right now, and I am just the one to add to it."
"You mean, I'm just an irrelevant insect?" Zhuowu said with a bitter smile.
"Although there is no need to belittle oneself in this way, it is very likely that this is how it is viewed by my mother."
"You don't have to remind me again, it's just self-deprecation."
Zhuowu stood up and patted the dust on his body vigorously, as if to drive something away.
Then he raised his head and said, "The so-called self-deprecation means that you can make fun of yourself. If someone else makes fun of me, I will punch their glasses."
"Then you fight." Fang Yin leaned his face closer and exhaled a burst of fragrance, "Although I don't wear glasses, it's enough to relieve your anger."
"You crazy woman." Zhuowu took a step back and asked, "Tell me, what exactly do you want to cooperate with? Killing my mother is just your goal, not your purpose."
"Are you talking nonsense to me?"
Fang Yin smiled and said, "It seems that the old mother has blocked our path to find immortals. If we don't kill her, we won't be able to see the threshold of Kunlun."
"Kunlun?"
Zhuowu laughed out loud and said: "You still think Kunlun exists? Don't you know that it is a dream weaved by my mother?"
"Why not?" Fang Yin looked directly into his eyes, "Besides, I know that for you, you have not given up the pursuit of Kunlun.
Especially after you saw your mother's true form, not only did you not lose your faith, but you also deepened your belief in the existence of Kunlun.
Because a terrifying monster like Old Mother is more real than the so-called goddess. It really exists in this world and appears in front of your eyes, rather than some kind of hallucination or hysteria.
The most important thing is that it weaves this dream just to go to Kunlun, not to eat you, so you believe even more that your hard work and efforts are not in vain, nor are they used in the wrong direction. What you have done Everything is full of meaning and valuable! "
"You think you know me well?"
Zhuowu's face was cold, but he didn't refute.
After a moment of silence, Zhuowu said seriously: "I can help you, cooperate with you, and find the path to Kunlun together, the difference is just that there are more people and less people.
I have no intention of monopolizing this power. I am not Gandha who will kick everyone off the web.
However, if you want me to cooperate with you, you must tell me why you insist on going to Kunlun? "
Fang Yin's eyes widened, obviously not expecting Zhuo Wu to make such a request.
Most people's pursuit of Kunlun Fairy Mountain is either for immortality or attainment of immortality. If not the first two, at least it is curiosity and pursuit of a certain miracle.
These people's reasons can be solved with "longing", and this word is destined to be used for most people who explore Kunlun, whether they are Taoist priests, swordsmen, or poets.
Therefore, Zhuowu's request, or question, seems a bit redundant and abrupt.
"You really want to know?" Fang Yin repeated.
"real."
Zhuowu pursed his lips, and at the same time slowly reached out his hand and clasped Fang Yin's wrist, "And if you lied, I would be able to tell immediately. If you lied in front of me before, wouldn't you have already died once?"
"Then there is no price to pay when you lie to others?" Fang Yin said bitterly.
Despite this, Fang Yin still confirmed with his eyes: Zhuowu really wanted to know the reason.
So, she sighed.
"I really hope your curiosity can be used in other places, such as how we get out now, or if there is any way to defeat my mother. This is much more useful than asking about my past.
But you want to know, I can also tell you frankly, how frankly?Just like my body after taking off my clothes, I am as honest and candid as I am, not hiding anything.
People underground here more or less know that I came from the water. They think I am some navigator or adventurer who entered the world of Infinity by accident.
But in fact, I have been associated with the ocean for a long time.
Because my father is a boatman and he bought my mother, our home is on a small awning boat, so we almost always float on the water and never go ashore.
We occasionally docked and saw the cables and mud on the shore because there were guests on board.
For only two cents, guests could board the boat and have a good time with my mother in the cabin. My father greeted the guests at the bow, while I boiled water and cooked at the stern.
In people living on the water, women usually work as prostitutes, while men row boats. Most of the time they fish, and occasionally they fish for corpses to ask for reward money from the charity. Sometimes they also work as pirates to earn some money. .
This is a very common thing, whether it is to be a robber or to sleep with others, not only our family, but also other boat people do this.
I grew up watching different men coming in and out of my mother’s cabin, some old or young, some rude and some hypocritical. I was a little curious at first, but then I got used to it.
I don't think this is something shameful or embarrassing. It's just for the sake of eating and filling my stomach. There's no shame in it.
After my mother died, I continued to do what she had done before, and my father still collected money from the front.
Then one day, a very fair and frail young man came on the boat. He was timid, as if he had never seen such an occasion, and had never been in contact with a woman like me.
I thought he was cute and good-looking at that time, so after he put on his pants, I kissed him on the mouth.
Then I looked at him tenderly. As soon as he stepped out of the cabin, he spat on the water and wiped his mouth vigorously with his sleeve.
Hahaha, fuck it! It was then that I realized that what I had done was not insignificant, but rather something embarrassing and disgusting. "
After Zhuowu listened, he was silent for a long time, and suddenly he laughed uncontrollably, until he bent over and hugged his belly.
It wasn't until he found Fang Yin looking at him quietly that he apologized: "I'm sorry, I wasn't laughing at you, I just thought about myself because of this incident."
"You?" Fang Yin frowned, "You too..."
"It's not the same thing!" Zhuowu blushed, "I mean, I think of my own experiences and encounters, and they seem to be similar to yours."
Fang Yin nodded, "It's not much different. In other words, you are a little more miserable than me."
"All right!"
Zhuowu clapped his hands, "Now is not the time to complain, nor is it a symposium. I promise to cooperate with you."
"Huh? It's that simple. I just told a story." Fang Yin asked doubtfully.
"It's that simple," Zhuowu nodded, "one story is enough."
"What time is it now?" Fang Yin suddenly asked.
"Ten o'clock, it's ten o'clock now."
Zhuowu glanced at his pocket watch again, "Nine stars in a row haven't appeared yet, right?"
"You already know?" Fang Yin couldn't help but be surprised.
Zhuowu smiled and said: "I don't know your specific plan, but I infer that it is closely related to this."
Fang Yin praised: "You are indeed a rare smart person."
After reaching an agreement, the two stood side by side, each holding a piece of fluorite, and began to look for possible ways out.
At this moment, in the darkness, a string of whispers sounded in the ears of the two of them.
"The white jade capital in the sky, the twelfth floor and five cities, the immortals caress my top, and the hair grows."
Fang Yin and Zhuowu looked at each other at the same time, and their expressions told one thing, that is, they both heard the voice.
At the same time, this also means that the old mother has really been "resurrected".
At the same time, in the darkness, there was an angry shout.
"I'm going to beat you up! Don't you get tired of playing the same tricks every day?" (End of Chapter)