How to Develop a Protagonist [Transmigration Book]

Eastern Territory, Chengtian Island.

Different from the Shui Jingzong whose whereabouts are uncertain on the beast mirage, Chengtian Island is a fixed island.After many generations of management, it has long been as stable as a mountain. Even if it is placed there brightly, few people in the world dare to call on the door.

This is an empty quiet room, about ten square meters in size, except for a door and candlesticks placed in the four corners, there are no windows or other things in the whole room.

As the owner of Chengtian Island, Zhong Liyong knelt on a futon in the center of the room, his long black hair with gray hair was unrestrained, and his wide robe was neatly spread out. A white candle stood up—the only source of light in the dimly lit room.

Tick, tick, the sound is especially loud in a quiet environment.Under the reflection of the candlelight, Zhong Liyong's face was as pale as a ghost, the split wound on his right wrist was particularly ferocious, the blood was low, and the pure white candle was gradually stained with blood.

The orange candle flame was swaying without wind, and looked no different from ordinary flames from a distance, but one could not help but feel creepy when one looked closely.Countless fuzzy human faces are like revolving lanterns in the flames, constantly changing their reincarnations, either desperate, resentful or frightened, thousands of faces, all with the most negative emotions, as if death will not be peaceful.

All the blood dripped by Zhong Liyong was absorbed by the white candle without missing a single bit.After he lost a lot of blood, he smoothed the wound, and the half-foot-long, finger-thick candle had already burned more than half, and the pure white color had completely turned into a disturbing blood color.He lowered his head and stared at the blood-colored candle. The face in the flame was no longer there, but the orange flame was also stained with a trace of blood red.

As if hearing something, Zhong Liyong's ears moved, and a slightly hoarse voice whispered to the front door: "Come in."

"Yi——" the door was pushed open, and the moonlight that had been shut out before rushed into the room. The visitor was like a mysterious messenger who stepped on the moon. After a serious look, it was Ouyang, the deputy island owner of Chengtian Island. broken.

Ouyang Sui, who walked into the quiet room, closed the door again very smoothly, and the outside light was ruthlessly cut off again.He walked in step by step, and finally sat down cross-legged opposite Zhong Liyong, and looked down at the bloody candle that was still burning quietly. The outer flame was still orange, but the innermost flame had turned into a candle. same color.

After a long while, Ouyang Sui looked up at Zhong Liyong who was holding a look of "the years are quiet", he suddenly showed a sarcastic smile, and even a fool could feel the irony in his tone: "I still miss you for a day What have you been doing all night, so you have been looking for death!"

Hearing this, Zhong Liyong's expression moved slightly, but he showed a pitiful expression, and he said: "Ouyang, you are such a poor fellow."

Ouyang Sui raised his head, straightened his back, returned to his usual expressionless face, and said coldly: "You look pitiful to me, pitiful to you!"

Zhong Liyong shook his head with a compassionate look, just like an amiable old mother looking at an ignorant child, but what she said was like a sharp knife piercing into people's hearts: "You understand, your struggles are all It's just futile. The destiny cannot be violated."

Ouyang Sui immediately connected in the next second: "I only firmly believe that man can conquer nature!"

"Because if you can only believe this sentence and deceive yourself?"

"Zhong Liyong—"

"Ouyang..." Zhong Liyong interrupted Ouyang Sui, and shook his head again: "I have known you since childhood, and it has been thousands of years. changed."

"But you have become less and less confident." Ouyang Sui said sharply.

"Ouyang, you can't convince me, and I can't convince you either. Some things are never right or wrong, but they will never be diverted by our will." Zhong Liyong said with a half-smile, "All living beings are suffering, so make one It is more pleasant to be an unconscious pawn than to be a pawn trying to jump off the board."

"On you, once again I can't help admiring the sage who first put forward the idea of ​​'talking without speculation'." Ouyang Sui's voice became more indifferent than at the beginning.

Zhong Liyong laughed "heh": "Ouyang, couldn't Master Tong's death inspire you?"

"I only see the need for the existence of our group of people." Ouyang Sui replied expressionlessly, "You who surrender to fear, how can you understand our will to overcome obstacles without fear!"

Zhong Liyong said indifferently: "The destiny is the end game, the world is the chessboard, and all living beings are the chess pieces. There are white pieces who try to jump out of the chessboard to compete; there are black pieces who claim to be chess masters, but they don't know the real existence of chess. There is one. Ouyang, you are the baizi who knows nothing about the sky and the earth."

Ouyang Sui sneered and said, "Although I don't like Treading Xuezong Luofu, I deeply agree with what he said 'my fate is up to me'."

Zhong Liyong carefully chewed the word "Luofu", and then suddenly laughed: "You don't understand, Luofu is not just as simple as a pure spirit body."

"No, I know he has something to do with that meteor decades ago." Ouyang said brokenly.

"What you know is what He allows you to know." Zhong Liyong's tone was meaningful, "Just as you thought you could destroy His plan by cutting off both the spiritual body and the chaotic body, how do you know that you didn't know what to do? "

Ouyang Sui frowned, and only said "you", and was interrupted by Zhong Liyong again, who continued: "You think that the so-called 'defying the pulse' ancestors, their detachment is the real Are they detached? Perhaps, they are just a group of self-righteous sunspots."

Zhong Liyong stood up and looked down at Ouyang Sui: "I can tell you that the chaotic body that escaped under your hands before is the reincarnation of Li Hen. Do you think you disrupted his plan? Have you ever thought that all of this is just He pushing the boat along the way?"

"How to choose my life is up to me, and has nothing to do with others! Life is colorful because of impermanence, and I will never regret it for a fait accompli."

Ouyang Sui also stood up. The tall man was almost half a head taller than the thin Zhong Liyong. This time he was looking down at him, "The three swords of heaven, earth and man have appeared in the world. The person who took away the three swords is probably the The reincarnation of Lihen in your mouth. I only have one question, do you or you know the origin of the monk in black who guards this person?"

Hearing this question, the corners of Zhongliyong's lips curled up in a mysterious arc, and he looked at Ouyang Sui and replied leisurely: "As you said, everything can only be escaped by 'sky' and 'earth' ,'people'."

The candle on the ground flickered for a while, and finally went out unwillingly. The bloody candle had burned out, and the quiet room was completely plunged into darkness.