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The boy didn't answer right away, but tilted his head to think seriously.

"..." Xiao Tongxin thought that this might not be a mentally handicapped person, even thinking about the question of 'what are you'.

He has seen so many mentally retarded people, but he has never seen such a mentally retarded person.He has never been a very patient person, and he doesn't like to waste time on the mentally retarded. At this time, he couldn't help wondering what the mentally retarded among the mentally retarded would figure out what he was.

The other party thought for a long time, and it was a rare thing that he didn't stop talking to this mentally retarded person, but patiently waited for the other party's answer.

While waiting for the answer, his eyes fell on the other person's eyes. These eyes were different from all the eyes he had ever seen. They were very light in color and very clear, like a piece of thin ice soaked in water, very beautiful. And it is very clean, so clean that nothing is hidden.

The boy thought for a long time, then shook his head.

The little boy stared at those beautiful eyes and felt relieved.

A thing that doesn't even know what it is, its mind is empty, of course it is clean.

After waiting for a long time, waiting for such a result, he was a little disappointed, picked up the sickle that fell on the ground, and was about to leave, when he saw the man withdraw his gaze from thinking, looked at him, and said: "They say I am the Spirit Emperor .”

The little boy was shocked.

He has had many strange things in his mind since he was born.

For example, the most terrifying place in the world is not the eighteen hells, but the bottomless abyss far above the eighteen hells.

There is no light there, and no one can climb out of it. There is no vitality that can give birth to hope, and the endless darkness drives all creatures crazy, whether they are intelligent or not.

The things inside live by devouring everything else they can eat, including their own kind.

The weak eat the strong, no matter how powerful they are, they cannot escape old age and physical decline.

In that kind of place, no matter what kind of existence it is, it will be a matter of time before it is torn and eaten away.

As the saying goes, a good death is worse than a hard life, but there is no such thing as a good death, knowing that sooner or later it will be death, but no one wants to be torn to pieces, or to be eaten bite by bite, even if there is a chance, they will hold on to it so that they will die sooner or later. A little bear the pain and fear of being eaten.

The stuff out there would do anything to live a little longer.

Conspiracies and tricks everywhere, tyrannical killings, and rampant malice have bred an immortal monster, which they call the Soul Emperor.

It is also said that the Linghuang is the embodiment of evil and the source of all evil, and all evil in the world comes from the Linghuang.

Every time I heard this kind of words, I couldn't help but laugh, and I made up a picture in my mind. After someone who did a bad thing was caught, he cried aggrievedly, saying: "I killed someone, I killed someone , but I'm not a bad person, I don't want to harm people, it was the Emperor Ling who turned me into a bad person, because of the Emperor Ling, I did those things. Don't blame me, really don't blame me, if you want to blame, blame the Emperor Ling."

He didn't know what the Linghuang was, and he didn't know whether the thing called the Linghuang was the embodiment of evil.

However, I really want to ask the person who said these words, since that place is completely isolated from the outside world, and nothing has ever crawled out of it, how did the evil below come out and enter people's hearts, and become the source of all evil?

Could it be that all of these people have opened their eyes and peeked down, trying to follow suit?

Linghuang?

Root of all evil?

It's such a big pot, I'm afraid it won't crush anyone.

He is only a few years old, and he knows that those people are just erecting a pillar of shame outside the crowd, and then pulling a blame king to nail it on it, attracting the attention of the world, and then justifiably passing on their own evil to others, Just pretending to be innocent.

In the past, every time he came up with these thoughts in his head, he couldn't help but roll his eyes. He was still a child, but he lamented something that an old man who is about to enter the coffin in 80 years would lament.

However, he had to admit that those strange things in his mind did arouse his great interest.

He wondered if that place really existed.

If it exists, and it is clearly isolated from the outside world, nothing has ever crawled out from below, and no one has gone in and out again, then how did the things below come out and then get into his mind.

Also, is there really a blame king named Linghuang down there?

If so, how powerful he is to be labeled immortal in that kind of place.

However, even if the blame king was labeled as immortal, he didn't think there would be immortality in this world.

It is called Immortal and Immortal, but the method of death of that person has not been discovered yet.

Having said that, if the blame king can be said to be immortal, he should be of the old and immortal type, and this fool looks not much older than him. At this age, he dares to say that he is the spirit emperor. It seems that this person is not only a fool, but also sick, seriously sick.

But this kid can say the word 'Linghuang', he should have heard stories about Linghuang, or else, like him, he was born with some inexplicable things in his mind.

It's just that under the trouble of these things, he got into the problem of wanting to dig when he saw the soil, and this kid was directly treated into a neuropathy.

He stared at the kid, who obviously didn't know that he was looking at a psychopath, so he just stared at him, quiet, not noisy, even better than the little milk dog born at the old Wang's next door.

But he was still just a child after all, no matter how good-looking the other party was, he stared wide-eyed and kept silent, so he became bored, got up slowly with a sickle in his hand, and was about to leave.

Seeing that he was about to leave, the young man opened his mouth again, but what he asked was the original question: "Are you human?"

He almost knelt down for the mentally handicapped, and asked, "Have you never seen anyone?"

The boy looked at him and shook his head.

The man squatted on the ground without a piece of cloth on his body, so he hugged himself into a ball. Everywhere he could see was human-like, and he had a human-like appearance, but he said he had never seen anyone.

Is he an idiot?

The little boy laughed angrily, and turned back: "You haven't met anyone before, how can you speak human language?"

The boy said: "Where I stayed before, there is a stone wall. Put your ears on it, and you can hear a lot of strange sounds. There are all kinds of sounds. Some of them are similar to the sounds you make."

This is even more bullshit, believe him to be a ghost.

However, Xiaotong noticed that although he spoke clearly, his speaking speed was a bit slow. Listening carefully, he found that the other party's tone was almost the same as his.

The words that the person and the eyes and the eyes said when they spoke for the first time suddenly popped up in his mind.

"You...you...are you human?"

At that time, he was surprised by the sudden appearance of a person in front of him, and the voice of the other party was very soft and low, so that although he heard the other party's words, he didn't pay much attention to the tone of the other party's words.

Looking back at this time, I noticed that when this person asked that sentence, he spoke more slowly than now, almost uttering each word, and the accent of each word was a little different, as if he was speaking in different places. The different accents of the people are patched together, which is very weird.

Now the words are almost the same, but the pronunciation is completely different from the previous one, without the weird feeling of sticking together the southern accent and the northern accent.

A thought flashed across that this person was imitating his accent.

Why does this guy want to learn from him?

The alarm bell in Xiao Tong's heart was shaking wildly, he squinted his eyes, and stared at the other party.

"Since it's not from your place, how do you know what those sounds are? And how do you know what is making those sounds? Besides, if there are no people in your place, can you understand human speech?"

The boy didn't explain too much, he just said: "After listening for a long time, I will gradually understand."

Child: "..."

How long...how long?

Xiaotong felt more and more that this guy was insane and hopeless, but no one had ever been able to talk to him about that place calmly.

Because when everyone mentions Linghuang, they want to take Linghuang out and cut him into pieces, leaving no one to ask questions, and anyone who asks will be damned.

So even if this guy is mentally retarded, he still wants to chat.

"Did you really come from that place?"

There is no reason for saying 'that place', no matter who listens to it, they will ask him what that place is if they are not confused.

But the man nodded directly and didn't ask anything.

He directly acquiesced that the other party knew where the place he was talking about was.

He asked again: "It doesn't mean that no one can come out of that place, how did you come out?"

The boy said: "The stone wall where the sound can be heard has recently cracked."

"Then you came out of that crack?" The boy looked at the boy, and he didn't know what kind of mood he was in to talk to this guy.

The boy nodded again.

"Then all the things below came out?"

"Can't get out."

"What?"

"They can't get out."

"why?"

"The wind in the cracks is very sharp, they will be cut into pieces when they go in, and if they don't have time to retreat, they will be twisted into blood foam, so broken that they can't be picked up."

"Then why didn't you get twisted into blood foam? Don't say your body is made of iron, the wind can't cut you."

This question was very blunt. If someone else was not choked to death, he would be so angry that his face would change, but the young man was not annoyed at all, and said solemnly: "I was also cut off, but I healed quickly, and I couldn't become a foam."

Child: "..."

Seeing that he didn't believe it, the young man turned his body slightly, revealing a few bloody cuts on his back that were still oozing blood.

And those few 'knife' cuts are slowly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Before he could see it clearly, the bloody cuts had completely closed, leaving only the newly grown tender flesh.

The little boy leaned forward, stretched out his fingers and poked the young man, and found that all the skin he could see was newly grown tender flesh, and the tender flesh was covered with scratches in all directions, as if the flesh had been continuously cut open, Then continue to grow the traces left behind.

The little boy blinked, looked up at the young man's beautiful eyes, and stammered, "You...you...are you human?"

Boy: "Probably not."