Black Myth: You and I are both destined

The light in the cave was dim, with only a few tiny glimmers struggling in the dust.

Tianming stood in the darkness, and a smile slowly emerged on his resolute face, like the warm sun penetrating through the clouds. It was a pure joy that came from the bottom of his heart.

"Some people say that the closer you are to winning, the more you have to hold back and be more patient. But why am I so happy here when I know I'm going to lose this time?"

He raised his head slightly, his eyes gleaming with determination, and said loudly to the void: "Second Brother, I am not a hero, but today, they will become the souls of the dead under my stick!"

When Zhu Bajie heard Tianming's words, his big ears like palm-leaf fans trembled violently, and his originally naive face was instantly filled with vigilance.

After thinking for a while, he seemed to understand something, and a solemn look appeared on his chubby face.

"You? I see, nephew. Old Pig has gone first. We will meet there."

Afterwards, the two people's communication through the art of sound transmission over a thousand miles was interrupted, and the cave returned to silence, with only the faint sound of dripping water, ticking, like the footsteps of the passing of time.

Princess Wansheng moved lightly, approached Tianming, and asked softly, "Brother Tianming, why did you and the Marshal suddenly stop talking?"

Tianming shook his head slightly. He knew very well that the secret behind this matter must not be revealed easily, so he did not answer directly. He began to look around carefully.

The empty cave was filled with an old and mysterious atmosphere.

In the corner, a large blue-gray frog was puffing up its cheeks and croaking "wave-wave". The sound was particularly clear in the silent cave.

The name of this frog is Bolanglang. Every time it calls, the cracks in the rocks on the top of the cave will open a little more, and a ray of light will come out from inside.

In the center of the cave, a tall, slender, crooked stone tower stands majestically.

There are several huge stone rings above the stone tower, with dragons and phoenixes carved all over the stone tower, exuding a kingly aura.

This stone tower is more than ten people tall and requires four people with their arms outstretched to hug it.

It exudes a powerful and strange force, which obviously does not belong to the current time and space.

Tianming recognized at a glance that the stone tower was the Bull Demon King’s personal weapon - the mixed iron stick!

It is like a towering mountain peak that is inserted obliquely into the mountain, with only the upper half exposed outside.

This iron rod is pitch black all over. Legend has it that it is made from the remains of an ancient demon god. After countless times of tempering and hardening, the rod is so hard that it can break mountains and split the earth. It was once in the hands of the Bull Demon King. It was so majestic that countless gods, demons and monsters were terrified.

The aura of the stick was powerful and domineering, faintly emitting a sense of oppression, making the surrounding air seem to become heavy.

"It is true." Tianming whispered to himself. There were two kinds of power on the mixed iron rod. Obviously, there was a piece of time and space fragment hidden in it.

After confirming that everything was as he expected, he turned to face Princess Halloween. For a moment, the two were so close that they could hear each other's breathing.

At this moment, a shy blush appeared on Princess Halloween's face, which was as white as mutton-fat jade, just like the beautiful peach blossoms blooming on the branches in spring.

Tianming didn't care about these, he just spoke anxiously.

"Princess, please put your ear close to me. I have something to tell you."

When Princess Wansheng heard this, her heart was beating like a deer. She twisted the corner of her clothes with her slender fingers and bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth. She said shyly, "This... this is a bit impolite..."

However, before she could finish her words, Tianming put his arm around her shoulders and held her in his arms.

"Brother Tianming, what are you doing?" Princess Halloween was shocked and embarrassed. Her eyes widened and her long eyelashes trembled slightly like butterfly wings.

Tianming's lips were close to Princess Halloween's ear, and his warm breath brushed over it gently. Princess Halloween felt her ear burning hot, and the blush quickly spread to her cheeks.

"Princess, this is a secret. Let's talk quietly. You have to listen to me carefully. This is a big deal..."

Tianming completely ignored Princess Halloween's shyness and spoke quickly and softly.

After he finished speaking, Princess Halloween came back to her senses from her shock. She wanted to refuse but found it was too late.

After Tianming finished speaking, he looked towards the left side of the cave, where the blue-gray 'wave-shaped' frog was still croaking.

Tianming's figure was as fast as lightning, and he rushed forward in an instant. His sleeves fluttered, and a golden light flashed in his hands. In just a few moves, he put the frog into the human bag.

At this time, Princess Halloween was about to speak, but Tianming did not give her a chance and walked straight towards the huge iron rod.

He stretched out his slender and powerful hands, gently stroked the lines on the mixed iron rod, and felt the power above the mixed iron rod.

He turned his head slightly, looked at Princess Wansheng, and said softly: "Princess, you can't think too much about this matter. If you promise me this, I will also promise you one thing. How about it?"

Princess Halloween was slightly distracted and murmured, "But this is too embarrassing."

Tianming, however, looked determined and said, "It's fair to exchange one thing for another."

This made Princess Halloween's heart waver. She asked hesitantly, "Are you talking about anything? Is anything okay?"

"Yes, as long as you can tell me, Princess, I will agree to it."

Tianming's voice was steady and powerful. Hearing this, Princess Halloween's heart was filled with joy, and her eyes were shining with anticipation.

"Okay, I promise you, let me think about what I want you to do, but you can't regret it."

"A word is settled!"

After saying this, the two figures gradually disappeared into the mixed iron rods.

The cave returned to peace again, with only the iron rod that looked like a stone tower still standing there quietly.

……

In the brick crater of the fireland, Red Boy lay there quietly, lifeless, and the surrounding land was dyed even more red by his blood.

The victor Nezha stood aside, his small body emitting a cold aura, as if he was an evil god from the underworld.

The Hun Tian Ling he was wearing rustled in the hot wind, and the tip of the Demon-Slaying Sword was still dripping with blood, which fell drop by drop on the scalding ground and instantly turned into a wisp of green smoke.

He had no intention of leaving. He just clasped his hands over his chest, raised his head, and looked down slightly, looking coldly at Red Boy who was lying on the ground like a dead dog.

The old Bull Demon King was extremely anxious. When he saw this scene, his heart seemed to be hit hard by a sledgehammer.

His eyes were wide open, the corners of his eyes were almost torn apart, and his eye sockets were full of bloodshot!

"You... cut off my head back then... and now... you've killed my son, and you still... won't give up?"

The Bull Demon King's voice trembled, filled with endless resentment and anger.

Nezha did not answer. He was like a cold statue, motionless. There was no expression on his fair face, and his eyes revealed a chilling indifference.

Faking your own death won’t fool his eyes!

Seeing Nezha so cold and unmoved, the Bull Demon King softened all over, and he even put aside his dignity in front of this childlike lotus-root boy, begging in a low voice: "What... do you want me to do... in order for you to... let my family go..."

Red Boy was not really dead. He pretended to be dead and was waiting for the opportunity to counterattack.

His fingers curled up slightly, his heart filled with hatred for Nezha and unwillingness to accept his fate. He wanted to resist, he didn't want his father to beg so humbly.

Suddenly, Red Boy opened his eyes abruptly, and a flaming blade appeared on his elbow, and he flew towards Nezha.

The flames formed a huge wing of fire behind him, as if to burn everything to ashes.

Nezha just dodged his attack with a slight movement.

When the Bull Demon King saw this, he was shocked. He wanted to stop Red Boy but was afraid of angering Nezha.

He could only helplessly dissuade his son: "No...we can't fight."