There is no escape, the son is hard to coax

Mo Qiyue walked quite quickly in the direction the man pointed, but suddenly, she felt something was wrong again.

In the wilderness that is too quiet, where did the village come from?Even the chirping of insects and birds seems to have disappeared suddenly, replaced by an ominous meaning.

As if feeling something, Mo Qiyue suddenly stretched out her hand, and there was a dark feather in the palm. The bright color and the unusual toughness of the thin tube at the front all clearly told him that there was a new change on the top of his head.

With a stiff body, he raised his head, the clouds were light and the wind was light, and he looked peaceful, but the black feathers that fell one after another let Mo Qiyue know that this was just the surface.

That person... Mo Qiyue's heart flashed uneasy, she looked at the road behind her, and decided to go back and have a look before she could rest assured.It's a big deal, if it's okay, he can just carry the person back.

"This is...how?"

Mo Qiyue covered her mouth and swallowed the scream that was about to come out, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Under the gloomy sky, the man whose name he didn't even know used his thin body to welcome the pecking of crows.It was obviously an extremely painful thing, but he didn't seem to notice it, and there was even piety on his face.

The weird scene made Mo Qiyue feel chills from the bottom of her heart, she moved her feet and rushed over.

"Don't come here." The man's lips moved slightly, and he focused his gaze on Mo Qiyue.

"I voluntarily do this, you go!" Turning his back, the man submerged himself in the crowd of crows.

"The grievances and grievances accumulated from human beings should be resolved by human beings. If I use my life to save others from suffering in the future, it is also a merit." As if to add, the man added another sentence.

"It's not your fault, what's your business?" Mo Qiyue was anxious, and wanted to stop her, but found that she had more energy than she wanted.

The front of him seemed to be blocked by a transparent wall, and he could only watch the bloody scene in front of him.

In fact, when he grabbed the opponent's arm before, he knew that there was not much flesh left on his body, but the only thing he didn't expect was that he would even lose the remaining flesh.

In the past, Buddha Shizun cut meat to feed eagles. He saw a pigeon being chased by hungry eagles, so he hid the pigeons in his arms and stopped the hungry eagles.The hungry eagle said: "Shi Zun is merciful, save this pigeon's life, can you bear the heart of me starving to death?" If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?" Then Shi Zun took a scale, put a pigeon on one end, and put the meat he cut on the other end.However, the pigeon didn't know what was going on, and no amount of meat could balance it.Until Shizun put the last piece of meat on it, the balance finally balanced, the situation changed, and the real Buddha was born.

However, Shakyamuni is Shakyamuni, who gained the great fortune of heaven and earth, and finally became a true Buddha. This person is not Shakyamuni, he does not have so many good fortunes, so the last thing Mo Qiyue saw was a white bone stained with blood. .

At the moment when the bones fell, the crows hovered or landed on the ground, like offering sacrifices, and it took a long time before they went away.

"This is... what..." The tip of the nose was acidic, and a string of tears fell down uncontrollably, and Mo Qiyue felt her heart throbbing uncontrollably.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Weaving through the crowd in a daze, Mo Qiyue was at a loss for what to do.

Obviously that person could still see me before, why now, I have become a transparent person again?And this dream, is it still a dream?If it is a dream, why is it something that I have never thought of before, and my thoughts are still so clear?If it's not a dream, why can't I wake up, as if I want to spend an eternity in this world?

One step, one world, one dream, one bodhi.

Mo Qiyue's confusion, I don't know whether it confuses herself or others. The life and death that I see next is like looking through other people's memories, except for the protagonist, who will always be The same face, either elegant, or cold, cheerful, or ruthless... And every time the ending is a bad death.Chopping with knives and axes, burning with fire and stabbing with swords, piercing the heart with thousands of arrows... these are all pretty good, what's more, dismembering corpses, boiling alive, disembowelling...

Mo Qiyue vomited again and again with a pale face. In the end, the whole person was half crazy and half demented. Whenever he saw that face, he would subconsciously cover his eyes tightly and curl up, hugging himself tightly. Tightly, as if this can avoid the infestation of nightmares.

However, the effect is always minimal.

Those pictures seemed to be deeply rooted in his mind, whether he closed his eyes or plugged his ears, it was still being staged continuously, every expression, every movement and every word was doubled and magnified. Clear, it seems to be to force the person it chooses to see clearly.

"Don't come again...don't come again! I don't want to watch it anymore! Woooooo...I don't want to watch it again..."

Finally, after seeing the characters in the picture being betrayed and unwilling to die again, Mo Qiyue's spirit collapsed, and blood was pouring out of his eyes, reflecting the fragile eyes, telling everyone that he was really gone. unbearable.

"Just watching, can't you bear it?" A pale palm supported Mo Qiyue's chin, looking at the confusion in his eyes and asked softly.

"Why did you show me these?" Mo Qiyue flinched, but quickly grabbed the other's arm, with puzzlement and resentment on his face.

The man in front of him had the same face as the one he had seen who kept dying. He should have avoided it, but he could no longer bear it.Instead of enduring mental torture in such a vague way, it is better to ask clearly, whose memory should be borne by himself, and what does it have to do with him?

Mo Qiyue didn't know, he originally wanted to see all kinds of things in the world. His mentality was no longer that of experiencing himself as before, but he put himself in the ranks of a bystander, and he didn't want to go again. Participating in other people's joys and sorrows, life and death, and even the life and death of everyone, as long as he is not involved, it doesn't matter at all.

If you can't bear it, then you won't bear it.

Draw a clear line, whose catastrophe should belong, whoever feels it himself.

"You really don't know why?" The owner of the palm wiped away the remaining tears from Mo Qiyue's eyes, with a coquettish smile on his lips.

It was a face that still had a little immature feeling, it was handsome and graceful, if you don't look at his eyes and the corners of his lips, this is really just a young man with a graceful temperament.However, there is too much resentment and unwillingness in his eyes, and the whole face is exaggerated like a demon, making people want to get close but afraid of being swallowed to nothing, just like the flower called poppy, or Don't touch it, or you'll be... a slave forever.

"It's been so long since you've been here, and you've seen my reincarnation for hundreds of generations, you must have forgotten what you look like?" Without hiding the malice on his face, the man took out a simple bronze mirror from his arms and handed it to the stranger. Under the nose of July.

"Come on, look at your messy appearance now, it's still not you." Seeing that Mo Qiyue refused to reach out to pick it up for a long time, the man softened his voice, and the look on his face became even more seductive. Put it in his palm.

Mo Qiyue trembled, and a voice in his head reminded him not to look at it, but he couldn't resist the temptation to look at it, so he finally slowly raised the mirror.

The person in the mirror is white and pale, although he has no wrinkles, he is already emaciated, the horror in his eyes is mixed with unwillingness and madness, it seems that he is no longer the willful and reckless Young Master Mo Qi from the Mo family in Obscure Moon City, and he seems to be still the same person.

"Look, don't we look exactly the same?" Helping Mo Qiyue hold the mirror, the man walked around behind him at some point, and two faces appeared in the same mirror.

"You...I..." Mo Qiyue panted heavily, terrified like a dying patient, and her whole body trembled with fear.

"You are me, and I am you. No one can see other people's thousands of lives for no reason, and no one will be tortured for so many lives for no reason." Placing his chin on Mo Qiyue's neck, the man sighed leisurely.

"It's good for you. In this life, there are people who protect you and are happy and happy, but I can only watch the pain and see your smooth sailing. Don't you think it's too unfair?" The man stuck out his tongue and licked He licked the corner of his mouth, with bloodthirsty meaning.

"I...I don't know, and I don't remember..." Mo Qiyue moved her body a little bit, trying to move away from the other party.

"Yeah, you don't know, and you don't remember. Just read these things once, what can you know, and what can you remember? Or, read it again? Maybe you will remember?" Shoulder, the man seemed to ask kindly.

"No...no...you can't do this..." Mo Qiyue trembled even more, and mist quickly accumulated in her terrified eyes.

"Then... save me, okay? If you let me go, I won't pester you anymore." Compared with Mo Qiyue, the man's expression was more pitiful and sad, and he said softly.

"I didn't let it go..." Mo Qiyue tried to explain.

"You have!" The man raised his voice to interrupt Mo Qiyue's explanation before he began to explain.

"I can't remember how long ago it was." With an aftertaste tone, the man began to recall the past.

"In the legend, every emperor of heaven has to practice immeasurable calamities before he can become the leader of the immortals. And every emperor of heaven will have a new successor after 99 years in office, and the emperor can let go The burden is to do what you want to do. And this successor has experienced many catastrophes, the most dangerous one being the "Shen Shen Tribulation". After this catastrophe, the successor is truly qualified to inherit the position of Emperor of Heaven. If it can't pass, the primordial spirit will be destroyed and disappear between the heaven and the earth.

"Because the successor determined by the Dao of Heaven is so rare, it is said that it can guarantee the peace of the Six Realms for tens of thousands of years, so in order for this successor to survive the 'God Killing Tribulation' smoothly, there is a person who can help Ying Jie And the person who rescued the catastrophe. That person... is the only one who can save us all..." The man sighed softly, and finally said the most critical part.