I will Bury the Gods Chapter 37: : Thunderstorm
Wuzhu Lake is the realm of the gods.
A few hours ago, the beautiful scene with clear moonlight was suddenly covered by black clouds. The heavy rain fell from the sky like a bead curtain with broken threads, collided in the air, splashed into a misty white mist, and soaked the entire night.
Every time lightning strikes, all the tall buildings will vibrate accordingly, flickering in the whiteness and darkness.
Flocks of night birds whirled in the air, screaming strangely looking for shelter from the rain.
The Wu family kept too many birds.
So this black sparrow lived in Wu's house for several months, but it didn't attract anyone's attention.
Today, when Master Yun sees the blackbird flying high into the sky, he can't help but think of that rainy night more than ten years ago.
That was fourteen years ago...
"My mother died at that time, right?"
Xiaohe's voice was like a wisp of rain.
"Yeah."
Master Yun responded.
Fourteen years seemed to be linked together by the torrential rain, and the baby girl at that time had grown into a beautiful young girl in an instant.
Sitting by the window, Xiaohe felt the oncoming rain and waved to the night sky.
"Auntie, goodbye."
This is the last time she will see her aunt.
When my aunt was captured by the Wu family, in order to pry her secret, the Wu family had already made that body riddled with holes. Even if she rested in the mountains, she would not survive for many years. She heard her aunt humming miserably all night from the pain outside the room, tossing and turning without sleep.
It came with Xiaohe, and it wanted to watch the girl it raised grow up, and it also wanted to fulfill the poisonous curse it set back then.
The girl looked disappointed, her cheeks were wet.
Master Yun sighed. Although he thought that there would be variables, he never expected that this day would come in such a form.
He thought of the divination that the predictor had done before his death.
Is that a crooked attack, or... there is a definite plan in the dark?
He was already exhausted, so exhausted that he could not maintain his disguise. Many ordinary people could see the faint white powder and markings on Yun Zhenren's 'handsome' face.
But he also has vows.
Back then, when he rebelled from Yunkong Mountain by stabbing three swords, he was seriously injured after killing his younger brother and seizing the fairy pupils, and was waiting to die in the wasteland. He also made an oath in the ancestral hall of the Wu family to protect the Wu family until the inheritance of the guardian **** ends.
It's ridiculous to say that Yunkong Mountain has a blood feud with him, but he still likes the Taoist priest who calls himself Yunkong Mountain.
"Let's end the farce tonight."
Master Yun lowered his sleeves, and didn't even bother to draw his sword. His left eye lit up with a golden glow, and a vaguely golden armored figure appeared behind him. You should know that I am a fairy."
"I know." Xiaohe said.
"Do you think you can stop me?" Yun Zhenren asked, "Your aunt is no longer in her prime, and I can kill her with a word of truth."
"Please tell the truth." Xiaohe smiled.
Master Yun showed a confused expression. He pointed forward, opened his mouth, and spoke to the rain curtain.
"The Rain Master Turns the Clouds and Breaks the Water"
Master Yun frowned, but the voice of the last word seemed to be blocked and could not be uttered.
With a serious look on his face, he took a step forward, and the sword was naturally drawn in his hand, standing on his chest.
"Sword Shape Break*"
"Star Shifting God Changing*"
"Five corpses*"
Only a complete spell can cast a mysterious spell, but when he reads the spell, there is always only one word missing, and that word is swallowed by the invisible mouth, leaving no bones left, so the whole spell collapses and becomes invalid.
When he read the last sentence, his mouth moved even more rapidly, but he couldn't make any sound.
It stands to reason that there are indeed some sound-related spells in this world, through which ascetics can erase other people's voices. But the voice is easy to dissolve, how to erase the voice of the heart?
What's more, my realm is far higher than Wu Youhe's. How can there be such a high-level technique in the world that can shield my voice across three realms?
There were too many unexpected things tonight, even he felt numb, but his thinking still found the key in the flash.
"So you are not the spiritual root of foresight!" Master Yun said coldly.
This sentence was spoken as usual.
"The real man finally figured it out."
The girl's slightly curled lips curled up again, and she casually uttered a sentence, then stretched her five fingers, holding the sentence in her hand.
It is a non-stop vibrating but invisible 'sound', it changes shape in the girl's hands, sometimes it is like a thin dragon wrapping its arms, sometimes it is like a swan falling feathers, sometimes it is high-pitched and passionate, sometimes it is low and tactful... It is in the girl's hands. The surrounding is erratic, jumping and flying with her fingers.
"This is the spirit of sound." Xiaohe said: "All I have from the beginning to the end are the spiritual roots of sound."
……
It was raining heavily, and the black bird took one last look at the girl by the window, let out a cry, and then swooped towards the direction of the owner's attic like an arrow.
That is the tallest building in the Wu family, and it stands out from the crowd at a glance, and it is unmistakable.
Xiaohe lied to everyone.
She doesn't have the ability to predict the future, and she can't fool the stone of truth. She just cut off its sound with the spiritual root of sound. She walks quietly and opens the door quietly because of this.
She lied at the time, but she let Master Yun listen to a subtext - she can live to four years later!
Master Yun is a smart person, so of course he can understand.
There are four divine attendants, she can't let herself be the extra one, she has to infiltrate the Wu family, so she fabricated this lie, knowing that something like the spiritual root is difficult to falsify, even if Master Yun has doubts, there is nothing he can do about it.
Anyway, the mantra stone can't test her.
The real man couldn't utter his spells, as if he had cut off his own arm, but his state was still the highest here. He drew out his sword, broke through the wall, and rushed into the raging rain outside the house.
He's going to stop that black bird!
The house is in total chaos.
Many people belatedly understand what they are talking about.
It turned out that this girl was a baby who was supposed to die fourteen years ago, but the demon sparrow did not kill her for the first time, but instead raised her to become a fierce ghost to take revenge on the witch family!
The girl's stunning figure was dyed with a touch of blood, her cheeks, eyebrows, lips and teeth... The wet rainwater seemed to have faded makeup, which deepened this beauty. She smiled and looked at everyone, her snow-white hair was messy fly.
The Second Young Master and Wang Erguan also came.
Wang Erguan looked at the unbelievably beautiful girl, and sat down on the ground in fright, thinking quickly whether he had offended Xiaohe in the past.
The second young master looked at the eldest young master's body on the ground, his face turned pale from fright, and he ran away.
The one with the ugliest face was Ji Luoyang. He looked at Xiaohe, like a haggard tree that had been struck by lightning and stood still in place. There was no anger in his eyes, he just muttered to himself:
"There were so many opportunities... I... I missed them all..."
Xiaohe ignored his sleep talk.
She jumped out of the window and fell to the ground with a smile on her face. People had already started to run away.
"It's so noisy."
Xiaohe snapped her fingers, and the sound of the whole room was taken away by her, and it was completely quiet.
She can control all the sounds that she can hear.
"A lot of people tried to harm me back then. My aunt helped me remember the name. I recited it from childhood and remembered it clearly. Ten years have passed. I don't know if you... are still alive."
Xiaohe drew out a sword casually and walked towards the crowd.
……
A few feathers fell from Master Yun's body, and the rain stuck the feathers to his black clothes.
He failed to stop the black bird.
The black bird almost brushed against his sword, and slid into the Patriarch's Pavilion. Everyone's doors and windows were closed in an instant, and they entered the state of facing the enemy.
The heavy rain washed away the feathers and blood on the wooden sword. Looking at the tall buildings like towering mountains in the dark night, Master Yun's killing intent turned into a sigh.
The main building of the family is a terrible weapon for killing people. Since the state of the owner of the family has declined, he has been hiding in it, not daring to take half a step.
Tonight, that demon sparrow is destined to go and never return, it is just the owner...
In the highest attic, the hook-nosed old man huddled in a wooden chair. He looked at the dimly lit window and the dark shadow in front of him, his expression trembling.
A shadow that is shaped like pins and bones.
She was wearing a red crow mask, covering her face that had long been out of shape. She stood by the window, looking at the empty birdcage, with no clear expression in her eyes.
All over the world there is only the sound of thunder and rain.
It was difficult for her to completely transform into a human form. The unmolten feathers were like a squirrel on her body. She took out one casually, and the long feathers turned into a sharp blade. She held it in her hand. Wherever the blade touched, the air They all trembled slightly.
The mechanism of the Wu family's God's Tower also moved, the curtain was lowered, and the **** paintings on it came to life. The raccoon faces on the wooden frame of the chair also became alive. They turned into civet cat-like little ghosts, jumped up on their hind legs, jumped back and forth between the complicated beams, and grinned at the intruders on the ground.
After the bright long knife, the armor hanging on the wall also moved by itself. They all became ghost generals, holding the handle of the knife, and swiping it together, like a well-trained army.
But Sombra didn't look at them.
She stared at the birdcage hidden in the depths, and laughed **** ho **** ho from her throat. The creepy smile echoed endlessly in the room. Cut out the lightless light.
The heavy rain seems to have penetrated the barrier of time, connecting fourteen years ago with today!
A fantasy suddenly appeared in her pupils.
Back then, she was lying in a cage dripping with blood, and the victorious patriarch was sitting on a high place, looking down on everything coldly, while a beautiful, pregnant woman was playing the piano, and the sound of the piano was like a lost forest. of deer.
She can understand the sound of the piano, and she can understand her confusion. They are all trapped in a cage, only visible and invisible.
The Wu family bears the secret of the guardian god, and she also bears the secret of the white phoenix - when the gods bestow secrets on the mortal creatures, they never care about their strength, because for the gods at the end of these legends, The world is a world made of dust, and there is no difference between dust and dust.
But even for Mochen, she is still the most powerful among Mochen.
If she hadn't just laid eggs at that time, it would be impossible for her to be surrounded and captured by the Wu family.
That was the child she had laboriously given birth to, but before hatching it in the future, it was shattered in the melee, turning into a muddy slurry, which flowed everywhere, like maddening blood.
The black shadow leaped high, broke several beams, and swung out a sword, chopping up the ghosts that rushed from the curtain, and they fell to the ground, turning into colorful and writhing maggots.
The black shadow of the Red Crow mask raised her hand, her figure swayed, and she slashed again with the sword.
In the deep night, she vaguely saw that woman again.
She can't remember the face of the woman playing the piano, but only remembers her eyes looking across the cage. There are timidity, fear, concern, and... sympathy in those eyes.
She was not scared off by herself, but often fed her. At that time, she thought it was a trick of the Wu family, and wanted to use it to loosen her heart.
'Just call you Gu Gu...'
At that time, she was too weak and could only make a cooing sound, and the woman's reaction was so naive that she felt it was fake.
As thoughts shuttled, the organs of the Wu family were like thousands of arrows fired at once, and the strong killing intent was like a torrential rain that crushed mountains and seas.
She faced the torrential rain.
During the rainstorm, the baby girl fell to the ground, and the Wu family quarreled endlessly.
Back then, the teacher pointed at the child in her belly and said that it was destiny, if the Wu family killed her without permission, they would be punished by the gods. The head of the family believed it, but the night the child was born, the teacher went crazy.
No one will believe a crazy woman's nonsense anymore.
The dissatisfaction accumulated in the family for several months erupted overnight, and the child became the target of public criticism.
In the middle of the night, the door suddenly opened, and a young woman with blood all over her lower body crawled in. She was wrapped in the clothes of a servant, and somehow she got here from the chaos. She took out the key she had stolen, and opened it tremblingly. door of the cage.
'You have only fed me a few times, why should I help you? ’
'I hate you witch family deeply, including you, what you released is a demon. ’
'That is your child, dirty blood is flowing in her body...'
'I will not thank you. ’
"I will eat her."
'...'
The young woman was lying in a pool of blood. Her beautiful face was so white that it made people feel miserable. Before she died, her lips moved, not knowing whether to say a curse or a blessing.
Bean-sized raindrops fall from the dark sky, the sky is always so high, even if you have wings, you are just soaring in the unreachable despair.
The black crow feathers draw dazzling arcs.
Everything enshrined in the pavilion was collapsing and collapsing. The Patriarch sat in the very center, his fingers moving mechanically, driving the huge weapon to kill the black shadow.
In the eldest son's palace, streaks of blood sprayed indifferently.
Xiaohe watched her enemies fall in a pool of blood one by one, but she didn't smile at all. Looking at the mess, scenes from childhood to adulthood emerged in her mind.
Her fourteen years of life were like a punishment.
When she was a child, she crawled and rolled in the swamp, planed food in the snow, and fought in the forest. Her arms were thin, and she only had a rusty hatchet in her hand. She would die anytime, anywhere, and she felt alive. It is better to die...
It was a dark day, and after my aunt taught her to speak, she didn't have any unnecessary words with her.
Survival has a price.
She was lucky enough to survive that rainy night, but she was burdened with guilt and hatred. She never soared in the blue and sunny sky with white clouds, but in the rainy night. A blade of iron, this is the armor of her existence.
In this way, she practiced penance for fourteen years.
At a certain moment, an angry look suddenly appeared on the girl's cold face.
She turned around, grabbed the Eldest Young Master's corpse by the neck and lifted him up, her pale eyes filled with murderous intent.
"Why are you... so weak!" Xiao He gritted her teeth.
"Aren't you a banished immortal? Are you not the reincarnation of a true immortal? Aren't you the only genius in the Wu family for three hundred years?" Xiaohe asked loudly, "Why are you...so weak!!"
She swung the corpse to the ground and turned around sharply.
"For you people, I have to endure such pain, just for...you people!"
The Eldest Young Master couldn't answer, his body fell heavily on the ground, and his fairy-like skin was already trampled on.
Memories came again.
'I want to take you to a place, a very important place. ’
They have crossed countless snow mountains.
When she was about to fail, the sun rose from the east, and the snow-capped mountains in front of her were illuminated golden.
'Where is this? ’
'Don't ask. ’
'What is this? ’
'Don't ask. ’
'What am I going to do? ’
'Drink it. ’
She drank it all, rolled on the ground in pain, and once begged her aunt to kill herself.
It was a long time later that she realized that it was the marrow blood of the gods... Her hair turned white, her eyes became lighter, and she could perceive the world more clearly, and even felt that she could spread her illusory wings and go to the grave. the firmament.
'They sucked my blood, plucked my feathers, and knocked my marrow to get this thing. I originally wanted to give it to my child. ’
'Aren't I your daughter? ’
'You are the daughter of the enemy! ’
The aunt shouted hoarsely. She turned her head, her cheeks were slightly sunken, and her old face showed a ferocious expression. She seemed to be crazy, but her eyes were sober and frightening. His nails dug into her flesh:
"My daughter died a long time ago... I brought you up, and you are my daughter... Who else can I give to you?!"
Pity and hatred changed on the same face, and in the end she hugged herself and cried loudly, crying heartbreakingly, crying hoarsely, crying so hard that she... couldn't bear to hear it.
Lightning flashed through the clouds, and thunder rumbled deafeningly.
When she was very young, her aunt told her that lightning is like a ladder hanging from the sky, everyone can see it, but it is also fleeting, only really powerful people can follow this winding ladder. Thunder and lightning go up to see the secret behind the clear blue sky.
How to become a truly powerful person...
‘The mountain is so warm, why do we always live on top of this mountain? The snow here will not melt for a thousand years. ’
'Because one day, you will go to a real snow mountain. ’
‘A real snow mountain? ’
'That is the snow mountain in the far east, and there is a Ruomu tree reaching the sky on the snow mountain. According to legend, as long as you climb that snow mountain and see that tree tree, you can become the co-lord of all the monsters in the world. You gotta get there someday, don't... let me down. ’
Xiaohe walked to the window, her face covered with rain.
Master Yun walked back wearily.
He could have forced his way into the main building of the pavilion, trying to stop everything from happening, but he was so tired that he couldn't even keep his eyes open.
The sudden birdsong was pierced by lightning.
The pavilion master was in chaos as if he had just experienced an explosion.
The black shadow of the Red Crow mask broke through layers of obstructions and came to the old Patriarch~IndoMTL.com~ She was also covered in bruises, and behind the broken mask was a face she couldn't bear to look at.
There are too many curses and poisons in her body, and she is not sure how she survived to this day, maybe it is to complete the last obsession.
She completed her obsession.
But in the end, she couldn't even tell whether the person in front of her died of old age or was killed by her.
With the death of the Patriarch, a fierce array of death was launched at the same time, and she had nowhere to escape.
Nor did she think about going or getting out of the building.
She knelt on the ground, shouting angrily and unwillingly.
'Auntie...'
Faintly, she heard the girl calling her, she turned her head, and behind her was the misty night, facing the cold night, she showed the only gentle smile in her life.
Death engulfed everything, including her.
Living in this filthy land, it is inevitable to bear the evil debts brought by it. Gods, evil spirits, dragon corpses, real immortals... Countless people are crazy because of it, and countless people die because of it.
Xiaohe stood quietly in the building, waiting for everything to disappear.
She stood there for a long, long time.
The rain gradually stopped.
Filaments floated in the empty sky.
She seemed to be able to see a black bird hovering there, circling, she was trapped in the rainstorm that night, and could not leave for the rest of her life, until death came, and she fell asleep peacefully and dissolved in the bleak night.
A long time passed.
Xiaohe untied the God Servant's card from himself, and handed it to Master Yun.
"Give him to my senior brother." Xiaohe said.
"Why don't you go in person?" Yun Zhenren asked.
"I'm going to make up." Xiaohe said.