Chapter 218: The End of Life
Even though the sky is gray, it is still bright… Snowflakes fall on my face, but my body’s temperature is no longer enough to melt them.
I feel that before the snow completely covers me, my entire world will fall into darkness.
I recalled that I had also been in a life-and-death crisis several times… But after my soul was shattered and scattered, what would I see before I left?
The sound of fighting continues below the mountain. Knowing that death is imminent, knowing that there is no turning back… yet still going forward without hesitation. That is ordinary ridicule, but it is the belief of a hero…
The snowflakes look so warm, but they are ice-cold and have no trace of warmth… Or, this coldness makes my mind exceptionally clear… I began to think of a distant past event…
It was in Jiang Yi’s office… that secret office. I went to him to ask for information about my master. There were all kinds of photos in that office… and there was a very inconspicuous group photo… with a dozen people standing on it. The black and white photo seemed to be telling the long-gone years… and there was Jiang Yi, who looked quite young, and another person, who was none other than the lord of the Lake of a Thousand Demons, Ning Zhifeng?
I don’t remember the others… but all the photos from that time had signatures, and I clearly remember a line of small white characters… I don’t remember what was written, but I do remember the two characters “same school.”
It wasn’t that I deliberately forgot the photo, it was just that when Jiang Yi was talking to me, he casually waved his hand and the photo frame containing the photo fell onto the table…
So, when I was fighting with Ning Zhi-feng at the Lake of a Thousand Demons, I always felt something was wrong… It turned out that I had accidentally seen that photo in Jiang Yi’s office… It was because of my amazing memory that I realized something was wrong, but I couldn’t remember what it was.
After all, even if your memory is amazing, you can’t remember every detail of your life, and Jiang Yi’s covering up was too natural… Now, what do I seem to remember?
In my gradually blurring consciousness… I seem to remember that the background of the photo was a building, with a gate covered by human heads… There was a faintly written half of a strange letter, which now seems to be a half of an A!
It turns out that Jiang Yi is…
I suddenly realized that it was ridiculous. Why did I only remember this crucial piece of the past at this time? Was it because they were all young at the time, and it was too easy to overlook these things? Couldn’t I put myself in the right place?
As I thought about it again, I suddenly remembered another detail… There was a man in the photo who looked like… I still can’t be sure if it was me who had a chance encounter on the plane, the old man who almost made me fall into a nightmare?
“Jiang Yi… Now that it’s come to this, you’re the deepest hidden card that Company A has buried in the middle of the righteous path… Jiang Yi, you’re one of the 17 sons of darkness that Company A has painstakingly cultivated, aren’t you?” As I recalled all this, the old master’s trembling voice resounded throughout the battlefield.
I looked up and saw Jiang Yi standing in the distance, smiling nonchalantly. “What’s the harm in admitting it? You’re all going to die today, and no one will know what happened. Oh, I forgot to tell you, I’m not actually from the Shan branch. My real identity is from the Ming branch. That’s why I became the leader of the department. It’s because of these two things that I’m more easily promoted by people. What’s the Ming branch of the Lao Li branch?
Jiang Yi’s face was full of a mocking smile… So ironic!
“Jiang Yi… you really are a worthless piece of shit.” In the middle of the battlefield, Jenny, the leader of the women, was a blood-soaked general, and she cried out in grief and anger.
It turns out that the real invisible enemy is Jiang Yi? What is the Dark Seventeen? Is that Jiang Yi’s true identity?
“Jenny, you are destined to die here today… You are always lecturing me, and many times I wanted to kill you myself… Now it seems that it is not necessary. You have also suspected me… Unfortunately, you are also too sentimental, and you can’t bear to suspect someone you have known for so many years, right? It’s so ironic, hahaha…” Jiang Yi smiled easily, as if he had just lifted a heavy burden.
The Dark Seventeen… it turns out that the game between good and evil is so deep… but what does all this have to do with me?
The first battle of the great era turned out to be such a sad one… I just hope that after the great era that the master spoke of arrives… there will be more heroes who will lead the people to the light of the soul, one after another…
“Yang Sheng, now! Seven drumbeats… sacrifice the white horse!” In the midst of my endless sorrow… suddenly, the exhausted Wu Tian shouted!
He still has to control the Ghost Emperor… After all, evil things are a double-edged sword… If the Ghost Emperor is not controlled… it will also attack them… The Ghost Emperor has no master…
These are all just momentary things… But what is the seven-beat drum? At this time, Yang Sheng was already standing at the door of the lonely temple… The masked white-robed man stood next to the door of the lonely temple as if nothing had happened. Yang Sheng, perhaps because of the timing, did not have time to pay attention to the white-robed man…
He drank the purple liquid hidden in his arm… and once again his whole body changed shape. He had already recovered, but now he was once again covered in a mask and wrapped in clothes, even uglier and more terrifying than before. The flesh on his body was wriggling at a speed visible to the naked eye… this was simply an appearance that normal people could not accept.
I don’t understand the significance of the seven drumbeats… but I always understand the meaning of the white horse sacrifice? What is it that needs to be sacrificed to the white horse? And what is the timing of this?
At this time, the white mist rolling in from the sky was even denser… mixed with fluttering snow… the sky that had originally been bright behind the lonely temple was even brighter… and in the brightness, there seemed to be a faint golden light…
The space was even more distorted… It was a thousand times more distorted than when the ghost king was summoned… It was as if a truly formidable being was about to appear…
At this time, my soul was shattered… but it was still barely connected, allowing me not to lose my will… but I knew that once the shattering began… it would be like a cracked glass encountering an external force, and the whole body would shatter all at once, not just a small piece…
My body was also in severe pain… I felt every muscle breaking. I thought that when my soul broke, my entire body would be like a piece of meat that had been beaten to pieces.
I can still laugh at this description. I don’t know if all the people who have passed away are waiting for me ahead. But at this moment, the tiger that had been sleeping in my body suddenly roared like thunder, as if it had sensed something, and then suddenly stood up.
Shatu has always shared my life and death with me… In my countless battles, it has made immeasurable contributions… And it is the real brother who has accompanied me since I was born… Why has it been sleeping during this battle?
At this moment, it seemed to have changed, returning to its most simple form as a white tiger… but the difference was that there was an invisible luster flowing through its fur, making it seem like a white tiger made of metal… its teeth and claws gave off an invisible pressure…
Although my soul is broken, I can still sense that… the reason why Silly Tiger has become this way is because it has been nourished by some invisible substance here… but I don’t know what it is.
At this moment, Silly Tiger looked at me with a worried and infinitely nostalgic look… What does this mean? I saw in the world of souls, it licked towards the broken me… and then resolutely began to absorb the vitality left in my life…
What does this mean? Is it going to kill me in the end?
However, I did not resist in any way… I trusted it…
At this moment, I saw Yang Sheng, with a fervent and yet strange voice of devotion, strike the holy drum in his hands… At this moment, the sound of the drum became ordinary, and was no longer accompanied by chanting… But the soul of Baima appeared clearly again…
The holiness of her soul seemed to resonate with the bright, dazzling sky behind the solitary temple. With the sound of the drums, the sky seemed to twist and break, but there were no cracks to be seen. Only then did I realize that the thick white fog had come from there.
The sound of the drumbeat came again and again… I had very little vitality left… After being sucked in by Shatu in some unknown way… it was only a matter of time before Shatu completed the task… leaving me with only the last vestiges of vitality, allowing me to remain lucid…
Then, Silly Tiger looked at me again with lingering affection… without communicating anything with me… but that glance contained so much reluctance… and the last bit of life force I had left was gambled away in it.
But what was the gamble about? Silly Tiger didn’t give me an answer… Instead, it turned into a stream of light… and broke free of my soul, flying out of my soul in an instant…
Is Shatuo going to fight? Shatuo, don’t go… I cried out in my soul, but Shatuo didn’t care… After flying out of my soul…
it turned into a golden stream of light… It turned out that this golden stream of light was…
Is it them?
The dragon blood of Huigen, the companion demon spirit of our Li family, Xiao Chengqian’s spirit of the dragon, Qiangzi’s spirit of the demon, Tao Bai’s feather of the red bird… it was all of these!
No wonder Lushan, Ruoxue and Ruyue don’t have them… What does it all mean?