Last Wish Become God System [Unlimited Stream]

Qingyang once took him on exactly the same path.

When he first came, he had a high fever.The whole memory is fragmented, and many things are also ignorant.In a daze, Qingyang silently carried him on his back and walked all the way.

He fell on this not-so-generous but quite reliable back, it was the first time he saw Qingyang who was not so easy to handle.

It's just that at the time he didn't understand why Qingyang, who was carrying him on his back, was trembling, let alone the reason for the dense cold sweat on the back of his neck.

Now, he has embarked on the road that Qingyang once walked.

In the first step, the sharp stone blade pierced the sole of the foot.Heartache struck him, and he saw the tip of the blade pass through the instep, bringing out some dark blood.

When the foot is in great pain, the weight will be subconsciously pressed on the center of the other side.It's just that the canine teeth are staggered here, and the entire road is paved with half-meter-long stone blades.

He was crooked and his other foot was pierced.

"——Zijue, escape from the wind." Drunk Ling's voice came from behind.

He could indeed escape the wind, but not this way.

The pain almost made it difficult for him to stand up, Wu Shuyang raised his hand, trying to grab something, the spike passed through his tiger's mouth, and approached his eyes.

Wu Shuyang looked up at the spike.The blade walls on both sides squeeze the road extremely narrowly, forcing you to raise your hands to hold the center of gravity, and blood stains on your hands are all over the road.

A seagull hangs next to the stone thorn, half of which is weathered, and the other half is full of holes eaten by low-spinning vultures.

He indifferently pulled away the pierced hand, holding the tip of the blade to stabilize his balance.

Skin, but a thin skin.When the sharp blade pierced, the soft flesh left wounds, blood vessels burst, and warm blood gushed out.

Under the feet, there are bones everywhere.Blood dripped randomly on the corpse, and was immediately swallowed by death.

"Zijue... come down." Zui Ling sounded extremely unbearable.

Wu Shuyang didn't look back.He was afraid to turn around and find that this pain was just the beginning.

He didn't even want to look up at the end of the road. He was afraid that when he looked up, he would find that the road was endless and went straight to the sky.

"...Zijue..." Zui Ling's voice became lower and lower.

In the dark night, the gravel road is extraordinarily ferocious, like the fangs of ferocious beasts and the sharp claws of birds of prey.

The thick blood and messy flesh and blood tissue reminded him that this is a road to death.

Wu Shuyang turned his back to Zui Ling, the sharp stone blade under his feet tore his cloak, and there were bloodstains all along the road.He watched the blade tips piercing Wu Shuyang's palm one after another, moving forward and piercing again.

Almost every stone pillar left traces of his pain and suffering.

He didn't understand what kind of wish Wu Shuyang wanted to make, and he would rather keep going.

Zui Ling sighed heavily, and turned his head impatiently.

"...It's all a bunch of lunatics." He whispered.

The pain began to deprive Wu Shuyang of all his senses. Gradually, he couldn't hear the voice of the drunken spirit, couldn't hear the seabirds, and couldn't feel the sea breeze. In the whole world, only sharp thorns and endless pain remained.

"Where is the sky, how are the twelve points. The sun and the moon are safe, and the stars are safe..."[1]

The cooling fan was shaking, and the gentle wind fell on his back.In the mist, he lay in Qingyang's arms, listening to his gentle voice, whispering "Heavenly Questions" line by line.

How high is the sky, how far are the stars, why the sun and the moon don't fall back and forth, why the sun doesn't flow backward year after year.

Why is there no eternity in the world.

"Where did Gun camp? Where did Yu succeed? When Kang returned to Feng Nu, why did Yan lean to the southeast. What is wrong with Kyushu? Where are the rivers and valleys?"[2]

Why did Gun want to save the land even if he died, why did the water god Gonggong hit the sky ladder angrily, and what was wrong with the submerged Kyushu.

As a human being, why should he be tortured like this.

Summer nights are not long, accompanied by faint fireflies, and the wind blows, always stroking the bronze bells.

At that time, he still didn't understand how a moment in his life is too short, and in a blink of an eye, the youth is gone.

At that time, he didn't understand the significance of Qingyang reciting "Heavenly Questions" repeatedly to lull him to sleep.

He looked up.

Clouds are churning, and there will be a heavy rain soon.

Boundless stone blades flew away, and the sea fog buried the trace of the way.As far as the eye can see.

Nature is still sleeping, and no one responds to his pain.

I don't know if it's his hallucination or it's real, the thick white bones on the ground cracked their mouths, mocking and persuading.

"Come down! Come with us!"

"Give up! Why endure pain!"

Tong Tong's ghost dangled back and forth, shouting and dissecting his body over and over again.

Another sharp edge.

The sharp stone edge pierced through the body, this wound was too ingenious, it happened to pierce the cuboid, and the ligament was torn.

The repeated wounds made him unable to stand any longer, and he fell on the road with one knee.

The ruthless tip of the blade slaughtered his left knee again.

Wu Shuyang's eyes were blood red.

"Give in!"

"Fall down!"

"I know the violence in your heart!"

Half a bloody seagull stood on the tip of the stone blade. Its eyeballs were rotten and its beak was split open: "You are a born demon god, powerful and evil. If you walk down, it will be endless pain. You should do Yes, to free yourself."

Wu Shuyang didn't pay attention, he grasped the stone blade tightly, and walked on his own way in silence.

"You are death, you are destruction. You are pure evil and violence, why should you suppress yourself, why should you think about redemption."

The seagull followed, flapping its wings, and it followed, like a dark shadow.

"And you, what qualifications do you have to redeem—"

A ball of fire hit the direction where the seagull was standing, and the nearby stone blades were blown to pieces.

Wu Shuyang's chest heaved and his mood fluctuated slightly.

At the stone edge, there are no seagulls.

A vulture turned from the dripping corpse, it spread its ghostly wings: "This is not a sin or a sin, it is just what you were born to do. Your strength reaches the sky and the earth - nothing can stop you - —Come on, let’s slaughter, destroy this dawn that is worse than death, destroy the hopeless demons and fairies—”

"Like you used to do."

The stone blade broke apart.

There was nothing there, not a buzzing vulture.

The persuasion actually came from his inner desire.

The long night was dark, evil thoughts and pain could not stop inciting, bewitching, pulling, rolling in his heart.

Wu Shuyang almost lost his standing.

At least one thing Vulture was right about.As a demon god who destroys the country with his hands and destroys the chaotic era, he has indeed caused harm through the ages, and he has no qualifications to talk about redemption.

Wu Shuyang's eyes began to turn scarlet, even filled with blood.

"You know what we said is right." The seagull stood on the tip of the stone blade, looking down at him, "This world has treated him badly, tortured him, and given him hundreds of millions of years of loneliness. It is better to be destroyed, it is better to perish, the only thing left in the world is He and you—there is only extreme joy, only endless joy, and there is nothing to put him in danger."

"Why is it so painful?" Vulture sang in unison, "Obviously you have the power he gave you, obviously you just need to turn around and lightly lift your finger, and everything will be wiped out."

In his body, the most powerful demon god is bound, and he is also a demon god who has been favored by the gods.

At the same time, it is also himself.

2000 years ago, the king of Huai'an rebelled and was bestowed to death by the emperor of Chu.The emperor ordered that in the history books, the king of Huai'an would not leave a penny of his heinous crimes.Even the books co-authored by the two of them were burned together.

Wu Shuyang was originally opposed to treason, and he had a hunch that there was a fraud in it, but at that time, Qingyang tied him up regardless, and locked him in a fast house in a distant mountain.

When he saw the sunshine in spring again, Qingyang had already passed away, time was hard to turn back, and all his regrets and hatred swelled wantonly, swallowing up all his xinxing.

That night, the newborn Demon God descended on the mansion of Zhang Yongqing, Prime Minister of the Huai'an Kingdom, and the blood poured over the banquet celebrating the success of the frame-up, and the rich blood of killing filled the entire hall. [3]

After that, he drove the bloodless corpses of these villains.The group of corpses rose from Zhang Yongqing's mansion and swept all the way to the palace city of Dachu.

This used to be Qingyang's favorite country of Huai'an, but in an instant, it became a purgatory on earth.

When the corpses rushed to Dachu, the boats on the river were still babbling and singing sweet songs, blood splattered, and the singing girl fell over, smashing the strings of the jinse.

The king's capital is brightly lit, but the empty city is silent, leaving only wailing and massacres.

This is the only time he lost control, and this time he lost control in exchange for a corresponding price - all demon gods will be hunted down by Fengdu Prison and thrown into the endless abyss.

At the bottom of the abyss, there is endless evil.All the most violent and purest evil thoughts come together and kill each other.

In a daze, he couldn't remember how he escaped from birth.I don't even know why I woke up alone on the surface of the ghost fog.

After that, he embarked on the road to pursue Qingyang.

The way of heaven, the way of humanity, the way of ghosts, the way of hell, the blue sky, the underworld, purgatory, and the human world.

In the past 2000 years, he couldn't remember how many times he searched the whole world back and forth, but he was nowhere to be found.He seemed to have never been in this world, and he seemed to have nothing to do with the rest of the people.

There is harmony in the world, life goes back and forth, and no one even notices that an extremely warm person has disappeared into the world.

He began to pursue Zhang Yongqing's reincarnation, time after time, life after life.

But he didn't even find a trace of Qingyang.

He started, cursing himself.

Before finding Qingyang, the reincarnation of life and death will never be forgotten.

Several shriveled corpses looked at him with rotten eyes, stretched out their arms, and pulled Wu Shuyang who couldn't hold it.

"roll……"

The stone blade fell, and the sharp weapon pierced the heart of the corpse.

Wu Shuyang forced himself to stand up from the stone blade.He was out of breath.

Seagulls and vultures screeched and laughed, and he saw the bloody corpses all around him melting, almost devouring him.

"Slaughter, kill, kill."

The mutilated body parts and ghostly white bones seemed to grow out of their mouths, and they couldn't help coaxing them in detail.

"roll!"

Crashed.

Gravel fell to the ground.

Perhaps destruction is easier than prayer.

Among the stone blades standing in a row, there was a flash of light, and something slipped down.

Wu Shuyang forcibly pulled himself away from the pain, and took a closer look——

It was a piece of shimmering gems, which quietly fell between the bones, shining brightly.

He thought of the fine sweat on the back of Qingyang's neck in the midst of a high fever, which slid down to the ground with a white light.He thought it was his misreading, misremembering, or even doubting, it was his own imagination.

Not only that, he found a bright flower on the stone blades on both sides, between the vague corpses.In the darkness, the flowers trembled slightly against the cold wind.

No, more than one.

The black vines spread on both sides, starting from a sporadic one or two, and gradually increased, spreading to the depths of the sea fog.

In a daze, he remembered that Qingyang's hand was full of blood red, and in a daze, he thought it was flowers that stained the color of his palm.

This is the imprint left by his god, the trace left by Qingyang walking with him step by step.

Qingyang's cold sweat rolled down and fell to the ground, turning into shimmering jade beads.

Qingyang's blood was mottled, and gorgeous red flowers bloomed on the stone blade.

This is the road that Qingyang walked.

At that time, he didn't say a word, and even freed his hands to wrap around himself lying on his back.

"Do not--"

With a wave of Wu Shuyang's right arm, the sharp stone blade pierced his body immediately, countless phantoms disappeared in an instant, and he barely recovered a sliver of sanity.

Wu Shuyang stood up.

Dream it.

It's just some cruel torture, it's just pain like an ant, and I want to take his will back with these.

His hand gently caressed the flowers left by Qingyang.

On the flower stalk, sharp thorns passed by, piercing his fingers, and blood drops fell on the soft petals of the flower.

Wu Shuyang glanced down.

The blood drops hang on the edge of the petals and fall in the heart of the flower with attachment.

It's great, he feels that he and Qingyang are integrated into one.

The wind and thunder are angry.

It rained violently.

"'In today's battle, my hand will protect you. Always remember your example, and you will be more courageous'."[4]

On the ghost flight, Ming Shu once quoted a phrase from "Aeneid".

No matter how long the road is and how dark the night is, he is no longer overwhelmed by pain, and even fearless of wind and rain.

Bright gemstones scattered between the stone blades give guidance.

The flowers that watch silently in the wind and rain, give protection.

This is Qingyang, the road we have traveled.

The author has something to say: [1][2] From Qu Yuan's "Heavenly Questions"

[3] Zhang Yongqing sorted out the clues: the patriarch who first appeared on the stage was included in the Judgment Pen (Chapter 2 "Guiding the Way in the Underworld").

Count the sheep and tell Uncle Ming that the patriarch is called Zhang Yongqing (Chapter 14 "Dummy");

There are too many Zhang Yongqings, and Uncle Ming can't track down his information (Chapter 49 "Finding No Such Person"), and this chapter, Zhang Yongqing is the prime minister who framed the king of Huai'an, and one of the people who counted sheep and sheep into a demon

[4] From "Aeneid", which is the favorite of Uncle Ming and Counting Sheep, this sentence is a sentence quoted by Uncle Ming in Chapter 72 "Ghost Flight".

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In this chapter, counting sheep and sheep is experiencing their own inner nirvana, so the nutrient solution gratitude is also related to this theme.

Today we will talk about emotions and motivation.

In Chapter 74, Uncle Ming introduced us to the two-factor theory of emotion. Emotions can be awakened not only by cognitive stimuli, but also by biochemical stimuli.Today I'm going to talk about negative emotions like fear or disgust.

There is a part of the brain called the amygdala. This place is a key part for making stimuli and emotions. It always judges "threat" or "danger". If it is affirmative, it will immediately activate neural activity and cause a physical response.

In the face of negative emotions, the best strategy is - re-evaluation.It is to change one's emotions by changing the stimulation method. In plain English, it is to do something happy, watch something happy, think something happy, and support yourself.

For example, today, when counting sheep and sheep was in great physical and mental pain, all he looked back on was Uncle Ming's encouragement.

He lay in Uncle Ming's arms, listening to him whispering "Heavenly Questions"; he saw the traces left by Ming Shu along the road; he remembered the reliable feeling that Ming Shu had carried him behind his back; Siji".

In the face of temptation and pain, counting sheep and sheep is not the same as Uncle Ming who shines with divinity. He is closer to ordinary people. Like us, he has the motivation to avoid pain and temptation, so he will be confused and even think of giving up. .

However, as said at the end of this chapter, he is no longer overwhelmed by pain, and even fearless of wind and rain.

Because "the gods have already carved his heart." (the penultimate sentence of the previous chapter)

Because "always think of your example, and you will be more courageous."

The love that serves as an example and promotes each other is actually really beautiful.

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Did you find out, the sentence that encouraged Uncle Ming in Chapter 91 "Aeneid" was actually counting sheep and sheep in Chapter 72 "Ghost Flight".

In today's chapter, the sentence that encourages counting sheep and sheep is actually said by Uncle Ming in "Ghost Flight".

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