[Comprehensive Quick Pass] Reverse the ending

said, "I will help you."

Monster?Xiuyi's eyes are full of blankness, is it the meaning of a monster?But he hurriedly replied: "Then I am your companion, right? I will definitely help you, as long as you tell me, I can do anything."

Looking at the young man in front of him with some pity, who didn't even realize that he had already died, Yao Lang finally nodded slightly.

[Reminder: Congratulations to the host for successfully completing the side mission: Yaolang's approval, and getting the reward: a thin mask. ]

[Confirm the soul binding, get the title: Chen Xiang, the initial favorability of non-mainline characters +20%, and the favorability of mainline characters +10%. ]

Xiu Yi looked at Yao Lang's back as he stepped into the room, and smiled complacently, but also slightly bitterly.

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On the snowy ground, the dead body of Weishi of Shizun Temple lay horizontally, with his outer robe covering the stone tablet.The blood was covered with snow and frozen, and the terrified eyes in his dying eyes remained unchanged.The wide-open eyes stare at every viewer who comes forward, which makes people feel palpitating.

Daze's hut was already trembling all over, and he was so frightened that he was paralyzed.Muromachi Koukei was calm on the surface, but the knuckles of the hand holding the knife handle were already turning white.Banjing Dancheng didn't know what to think of, his face turned pale and his lips trembled constantly.

When they hurried back to the inner room, what they saw was Yao Lang standing on the low table, and the balance on the same floor.It is not supported by anything, but it can stand on the ground with its tip, and even swing from side to side.

Liuliji has been dead for a long time.The blood sprayed from Qingbai's neck seemed to be smeared on everyone's heart, flustered, but helpless.

Who killed Shizun Temple Weishi, and who murdered Liuli Ji?

The three people who saw the two corpses were suspicious of each other, and the real culprit was secretive, and finally sat down at the low table again, smelling the fragrance and having a showdown.Whether it is for the sake of incense or power, no one is willing to give up the famous Todaiji Temple that is close at hand.

Yao Lang raised the corner of his mouth and said softly: "Oh, I'm really sorry, it seems that I accidentally mixed the poisonous oleander into it."

However, they couldn't wait to take out another incense material, so the three people, who were dazzled by desire, regarded smelling incense as a gamble.

He held up the incense burner with trepidation, trembling all over.He was just afraid that he would be the next to die.

"The one that has no smell is oleander." Yao Lang smiled and explained to the stiff-faced Daze Lufang, watching him frantically rush out of the house, trying to find clean water, but accidentally stepped on the ground and died. on the steps.

"The smell of burnt, that's hair. Whose hair is it, Mr. Banjing?" On the talisman, under the watchful eyes of countless open black eyes, the short sea merchant tremblingly confessed his crimes.

"Then, who did you kill? The one who came first, Mr. Muromachi." He was asking a question for Shizunji Yuisei, and also for Shuichi.The samurai clenched the hilt of the knife, his face pale.It was indeed he who killed Shizunsi Weishi out of righteous indignation.

A few wisps of long-gone ghosts, just like this, linger in the mansion, howling all night, performing the same repertoire over and over again, this is the interest of monsters.But at this time, the illusion of being seen through the "true" completely collapsed.

Depression and gloom are like wallpaper in disrepair, peeling off in pieces.

The black and white ink lines seem to be suddenly dyed with color, everything becomes vivid and real, and the ghostly figure in the shadows does not need to hide.The closed door opened, and the ghost had long since disappeared, and Yaolang stood alone in the room with a stern expression on his face.

The puppet made of straw, but with Liuli Ji's proud voice, chants: "Even if you find it, so what? You, just go with them!"

truth and norm

Liberation of the Exorcism Sword requires form, truth, and reason.

shape, the shape of a monster;

True, the truth of the event;

Reason, reason for doing.

"True, it's ready." The demon-repelling sword in Yaolang's hand made a clanging sound, echoing his master's judgment, "Everything here is an illusion, and there are monsters at work here."

What is the purpose of playing with the souls of the dead, trapping them in this endless cycle?

On the front and back screens, sticky, black-red human figures began to struggle and crawl out. Thousands of screams seemed to come from hell, and their rustling movements contained the deepest despair.

"Who's over there?"

"Why is it so dark—"

"I can't see anything, it hurts..."

In the end, they all converged into a voice that was repeatedly repeated, with the voice of a lonely soul desperate for life, there were men and women, sometimes low and then suddenly high-pitched.In the end, it was Liuli Ji's sharp laughter.

She was saying, "My lord, am I doing well?"

In the room where Shizunsi Weishi died, the sludge-like rancid fluid condensed into a human form, he stood up unsteadily, and walked towards Yaolang step by step, staggering.

On the screens on both sides, the heads of warriors and courtiers gradually emerged, with distorted facial features, and the eyes were nothing but bloody holes.They are struggling and howling.

Yaolang just looked at Liuli Ji's straw puppet calmly, and said softly: "The shape of a monster, Chenxiang Todaiji Temple."

The movement of the puppet, as if some switch was pressed, suddenly stopped.It fell stiffly to the ground and spontaneously ignited.The emerald green flames burned the puppet to nothing but ashes in an instant.

The red tassel on the Tumo sword swayed a bit, and it was called Lan Naidi, or in other words, it was a monster from Todai Temple, showing its shape.

The boy in black kimono stood in a corner of the room with a cute smile.The scent of the aloes just diffused slightly, and the ghost's voice changed, becoming frenzied and confused. The scorched hand stretched out to the boy's position, but he didn't dare to touch it.

The young man called "Master" by Wraith was wearing his clothes loosely, with a black collar hanging on his shoulders, looking a bit languid and lazy.Slightly raised the corners of his mouth, leaned forward and said, "Mr. Yao, I've heard of you for a long time."

"Todaiji, create an illusion for your own survival and reputation." This is the "principle" Yakuro saw, but the sword that can dispel demons has no response.

It sucks to be bound and sealed inside a short sword.Mo Lan twisted her long white hair and watched it brush across her honey-colored skin.The power sealed by the three shackles of form, truth and reason, another self existing in the mirror.

This is his identity this time.

The water mirror floated in front of his eyes, but what he saw was only black and white distorted lines.But only in this mansion, everything has color - this is the place where monsters occupy, the strong monster aura, even Jin who is sealed in the demon sword can feel the bright color.

There is no way, Yaolang will never let him go out without seeing through the monster, so even if Mo Lan can easily see the identity of his mortal enemy Xiuyi, there is nothing he can do.

"Wrong." The young man shook his head with a smile, and took a step forward with his clogged feet. Wherever he went, the scales on the ground that weighed the monster's location also tilted, making a crisp bell, but the ghost receded, as if He couldn't bear to let the miasma contaminate the boy's robe.

Yaolang still stood where he was, thinking silently.The eyes with red eye makeup flashed and fell on the young man, thinking deeply.

After a long while, he narrowed his eyes slightly, opened and closed his lips, and said something to the Demon Sword silently.

[Do you think that there is only one monster here? ] Jin stands casually in a dark space, touches the water mirror with his fingers, and looks directly at Yaolang through the "eyes" of the demon sword, [Think about it carefully, what is so strange here? ]

The faint smell of agarwood in the air completely dispelled the rancid smell of ghosts, and it smelled a little drowsy.

"Really, it's fun." The smile didn't reach the boy's eyes, but the tone was indeed so playful.

The light blue fur puppy was playing and sniffing at his feet, but when he looked up again, it was the face of a sea merchant.Tears of remorse flowed, and the figures of countless puppies ran across the room.

The mist gradually gathered around the young man, and for a while it seemed to hear the wailing of a civet cat, or the hiss of a snake, and Yao Lang frowned.Such a sound can only be made by the legendary Nue.

Legend has it that it has a monkey face, a civet cat body, tiger claws, and a snake tail. A monster with different appearances no matter what angle it looks at, but in fact it has different shapes when seen by different people.Seeing that his whereabouts had been spotted, the man in black appeared in front of Yao Lang openly.

"Brother, you—" Why did you come to die?Xiuyi never thought of involving his brother in this calculation.Killers are never soft-hearted, but they only put the fragile, weak teenagers by their side.

Even if it's just a false temptation, it's enough to move his heart.Brother, is this how it feels?

Recalling the previous life, Xiu Yi was a little bit confused, as if he couldn't remember clearly. He couldn't remember the appearance of the eldest brother in the first life, or even the voice and smile of his parents.Which side is real, and which side is more worthy of nostalgia?

"Ne, the illusion created to strengthen oneself, Todaiji as a puppet, helping to kill people..."

Yaolang said such things, which he thought was correct, but he still didn't get a response.Isn't that so?He looked at the boy and the man in a daze, and he didn't even resist Shizunsi Yushi gradually wrapping his arms made of mud around his neck.

"Brother, let's go." The smell of aloes became stronger, and the slanting redness at the corners of the boy's eyes became more and more attractive. He repaired the boy's clear voice and performed it in a deep and melodious manner, "I don't need it."