Thriller Paradise Chapter 221: Cang Ling on the Sword (36)

When Feng Bujue saw this scene, his brain seemed to explode, and countless thoughts suddenly emerged.

But these thoughts did not mess up his mind. On the contrary, he was very calm, thinking about problems faster and more efficiently than usual.

Only two seconds later, he decisively began to act.

His shock value is still zero, and his steps and movements are calm and steady, but the look on his face is rarely serious.

Feng Bujue first picked up the piece of equipment [Spider Silk Gloves], and directly equipped it, and put the flashlight in his pocket at the same time, and walked over to pick up the rain-like lantern.

He held the lantern in front of his eyes and carefully observed the footprints on the ground. After checking again and again, he confirmed the direction in which the rain was pulled out, and then set off toward it.

Feng Bujue walked extremely fast when he was alone. Earlier, he had taken into account that the rain was behind him, and he consciously slowed down, and by the way, he was also looking for items and equipment to be unearthed in the forest.

But now, Feng Bujue is rushing to save people alone. As a person without the psychological barrier of fear, he is given a five-meter visual range. Even if he is in hell, he can walk forward like an enclave.

The more you move forward, the thicker the darkness around you. Even the air seems to be stagnant, and the strange sounds in your ears disappear. Soon, Feng Bujue was surrounded by a deathly silence.

Suddenly, a clearing appeared in front of his eyes. There was a wooden stake in the middle of the clearing, and Siyu had been tied to the stake by a heavy chain at this moment. She was tied to the middle section of a wooden stake, with the soles of her feet still half a meter away from the ground. The middle section of the body was all **** with chains, wrapped tightly like zongzi, only the shoulders and the knees were not entangled.

Seeing his teammates, even if Feng Bujue was half relieved, after taking a long breath, he smiled and said, "What is this? A skewers made by giants?"

Siyu didn't have time to joke with him, she reminded seriously: "She is nearby."

"I know." Feng Bujue replied, "It's just...I don't understand. Since she can easily catch you, why didn't she also catch me? Besides... she is already so strong. What are we playing then? There is a problem with this..." He said, raising his lantern and looking around. Simultaneously. A thought flashed through his mind, and he immediately put his hand into the inner pocket of his shirt...

"Guess what." The third voice came, the little girl's sweet voice.

Feng Bujue turned his head when he heard the sound and saw Ling'er. She was wearing a coat of coarse cloth, her hair was braided, and her face was rather cute, but her face was pale. The most contradictory is that his expression does not look like a child at all.

"Guess so..." Feng Bujue couldn't help laughing when facing Li Gui: "Heh...you took my friend away. Expecting me to be scared, panicked, and flies around looking for it. . But you didn’t expect that I didn’t show what you want to see at all. So you went straight to the next stage, um... probably planning... torturing us for fun?"

"So smart."

The moment Ling'er's voice entered his ears, Feng Bujue's eyes suddenly turned black, and then he felt a small hand pinching his neck, and he was completely powerless to resist, and his body was pulled. When he got up, he seemed to hear something like rain yelling, but he didn't hear clearly.

After a few seconds, he recovered. I found myself tied to a wooden stake by an iron chain, and the lantern in his hand was missing, but the unique light curtain was now shining from behind him.

"So amazing..." Feng Bujue said in a low voice.

"Hey, how are you?" Rainy voice sounded from behind his head.

"Huh?" Feng Bujue turned his neck as much as possible by nearly ninety degrees before realizing that he and Siyu were tied to both sides of the same wooden stake. He immediately smiled bitterly: "I said little sister Ling'er, you are quite good at playing."

At this moment, I saw Ling'er holding the lantern and walking slowly in front of Feng Bujue. This SS actually took the player's equipment. This Feng Bujue was quite surprised.

"Do you know how many years I have been in this world? Did you call my little sister?" Linger said, her tone and expression are indeed no different from adults, even more mature than ordinary adults .

"I thought a woman would want to be called that no matter what age she was." Feng Bujue looked like a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water: "Then... Sister Ling'er, can I ask? , How are you going to torture us?"

"Yeah...how to torture...you look like you're not afraid of death..." Ling'er put her immature hand to her mouth, and said with a finger between her lips: "That's right... You seem to care about her, right."

Feng Bujue's expression changed slightly when he heard this, and his heart stunned, but he immediately squeezed out a smile: "Hehe... Actually, it's not as you think..."

Ling'er didn't listen to him, so she walked around the stakes and walked into the blind spot behind Feng Bujue's sight.

The next second, Niu let out a painful moan.

Feng Bujue could clearly feel that the chains on his body tightened violently, and at the same time, a faint smell of blood filled the air.

When Ling'er returned to Feng Bujue's sight, her right hand was still holding a lantern, while her left hand was holding a foot like a rain.

The foot was torn off from the calf, the flesh and blood were all present, and it was still dripping blood at the moment.

Ling'er's white face was splashed with many drops of blood, but she just showed a **** smile, "What do you think I should bring over next time?"

"I'm fine..." Yuyu's voice trembling came, as if he wanted to make Feng Bujue feel more at ease.

"Sure enough... the villagers in Cangling Town didn't kill you wrong." At this moment, Feng Bujue's face looked extremely cold, without the slightest emotion, and his eyes were as sharp as he could discern the souls of others:" If you grow up smoothly, I'm afraid there will be no peace in this world."

Ling'er threw the stump in her hand to the ground and sneered: "Where do you start talking about this?"

"I was in front of Zangling Temple and saw the scene before you were burned to death. There is a detail that makes me very puzzled." Feng Bujue replied: "Why do you call your mother'mother', Generally speaking, it should be called'mother', right?" He paused, and then said: "Also, I always have a feeling that your crying and your words are a bit of a performance element, which seems to be deliberately seeking sympathy. ."

Ling'er's eyes changed, and her smile gradually disappeared from her face.

"Whether it was when you were burned to death or after you died. The villagers call you a wicked evildoer." Feng Bujue continued, "All they revealed from beginning to end were anger and fear. , But I didn’t notice the slightest guilt. Why is this?" He tilted his head: "As long as a person has a conscience, no matter how stupid... After doing something wrong, the conscience will definitely feel uneasy. This kind of uneasiness is not It comes from fear, but from inner self-condemnation." He squinted at Linger condescendingly: "The villagers in Cangling Town do not have that emotion. Their reaction shows that everything they do is based on one Above the most basic conclusion. And they are convinced of this conclusion-you are a monster."

"Heh..." Feng Bujue laughed: "Since we entered the mountain. You started to mislead us. What we saw and heard made us pre-emptively believe. You are a ghost who died unjustly. And you were just an innocent little girl before you were alive." He snorted and continued: "When I heard those villagers blame you for incidents such as'no rain in the sky, dead crops in the fields, children with birth defects' etc. , My trust in them has dropped to the lowest point.

Maybe this is my personal likes and dislikes, because the words in their mouths are the same as the reason why innocent women were burned to death as witches in Europe in the Middle Ages. A group of ignorant fools attribute all happiness to the gift of God, and then attribute all misfortunes to a fictitious fact, and let a scapegoat be burned alive to bear those unnecessarily guilt, so that this group of fools can take over. Live comfortably in the next few days.

Such things were in ancient times. It's common all over the world, I think you should agree with me on this point? "

"I don't understand what you are talking about..." Linger replied in a deep voice.

"Really?" Feng Bujue said: "Then, did you know that the word'mother' used to refer to the madam in the Song Dynasty, but it was changed to the title of the elderly woman in the Qing Dynasty and after the New Culture Movement. It is commonly used to call mother.

So, in the era when you were killed, you can call it ‘mother’, ‘mother’ or just use the word ‘mother’, but not ‘mother’. "

"Because of this detail...you believe me..." Linger stared at Feng Bujue.

"I haven't identified what you are. But I can make a few bold assumptions." Feng Bujue interrupted: "For example...a superpower who was born to see the future; To the soul of the little girl; or, some kind of powerful consciousness higher than this dimension?"

Ling'er's expression changed abruptly, and after a few seconds, she became very gloomy again, "Huh... let's just say that your reasoning is right..." At this moment, she doesn't care about saying words like'reasoning'. He simply said: "Yes, I am indeed a certain higher will. I was banished into this world and became this little girl named Ling'er. My body is as weak as an ant, but I can still use some special Power.

I was hiding well, but unfortunately... After accidentally killing my "parents", my abilities were discovered, and some of the things I had done before... were also exposed one after another. When the villagers discovered the truth, they caught me and burned to death.

If I lose my body, I become an earth-bound spirit, subject to many restrictions. Therefore, he can only harvest souls on this mountain, and cannot encroach on the world outside Zangling Town. "

Feng Bujue continued: "Since the villagers' words are true, the tree and the monk's words are naturally lies. If you want to understand this, many problems will be solved." He sneered: "The two The monsters all hinted to us that Ling'er is a ghost who died unjustly. And led us to enter the realm of the bell with this wrong view, to this island, and fall into your hands..."

"You are wrong." Linger replied: "How can a simple undead attachment like them know my secret?"

"So so..." Feng Bujue thought thoughtfully: "They were also deceived by you..."

"Only by fooling them first, they can help me lead the monks and Taoists who went up the mountain to catch ghosts to the middle of the bell." Ling'er replied with a smile; "That's why, no one can super Cross my ghost."

"I still don't quite understand. Over the years, with so many eminent monks and veterans, no one is your opponent?" Feng Bujue asked.

"There is only one." Ling'er replied: "His mana is so strong that he can fight with me indiscriminately and retreat all over his body." She snorted coldly, "This man does have some abilities. After he escapes , Drove away all the villagers in Zangling Town, renamed the town to Cangling, and reorganized the landscape of the place, trying to resolve my'resentment' in this way. Huh...it's a pity. I'm nothing at all. Injustice, even if it's another thousand years, it won't be supernatural."

"Um..." Feng Bujue said in deep thought, "Very well, I have no problem."

Ling'er's face showed a cruel expression again: "Then it's my turn to ask questions... foreigners?" She threatened: "What will happen if you don't answer well? , You should be very clear?"

"Passenger from another world?" Feng Bujue asked suspiciously: "So before your soul was worn, were you a subordinate of the Four Pillar God? And it seems that the level is not low."

"You know a lot..." Linger raised her little hand. "But next is my question time, who allowed you to talk nonsense?" She waved casually. He wanted to use his mind to tear off one of Feng Bujue's legs.

Unexpectedly... nothing happened...

"Huh?" She tried two more times, but she still didn't respond.

"Strange, why is it out of control? Isn't it..." Feng Bujue showed a chilling expression. When he spoke, one of his arms came out of the gap in the iron chain. He was wearing a glove on this hand, and a small silver bell was stuck in his palm. To be precise, it is a bell that has been deformed and damaged. "...Is something stopped working?"

It turned out. A few minutes ago, when he put his hand into the pocket inside his jacket, the bell was already in his palm.

"As soon as I came here, I murmured a question,'Is she so strong? What else are we playing with?' I think you heard this sentence too." Feng Bujue said In time, he broke free from the chains and stood firmly on the ground.

At the same time. Because of his breaking free, the rain tied to the other side is also equal to being loosened. Although she has not completely escaped the entanglement of the chains, she has landed on one foot. The arms can also be moved to a certain extent.

"Destroy the bell." Feng Bujue said this loudly without looking back.

Siyu heard this, he immediately took out his own bell from his suitcase, and slammed it on a hard ground near his feet. The silver bell was deformed and destroyed by the knock.

Ling'er's face became ugly, but Lolita's face is still very cute with this look.

"As for me, I often ask questions from my lips, and then my brain pops up the answers. I think this is the result of years of exercise." Feng Bujue continued with the words just now: "At that moment, something flashed in my mind. Assuming there are many kinds, I won’t talk about them one by one. The more reliable one is...in the Lingzhong realm, your power is stronger than in the outside world; and on this island, your power is stronger than other people in the Lingzhong realm. The place is stronger; but the most important thing is that there is one thing, something we inevitably bring with us when we come here~IndoMTL.com~ so you can play with us between applause."

Feng Bujue said, throwing the bell in his hand to the ground, and stepped on his foot: "After entering the mountain, we got these two bells from your place, huh...my reaction is also It’s a bit slow. It’s all written on it [this little bell seems to have a kind of induction with a certain powerful evil spirit], such an obvious reminder...Fortunately, before I was tied by you, there was still time. Pinch the bell into his hand." He said, he came to Siyu a few steps and gave the P-500 to him. Siyu did not hesitate, immediately took a slice, and her broken foot began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye. .

"The Taoist priest who drew with you back then must be a wise man. Before he was fatally wounded by you, he realized the problem and dropped the bell." Feng Bujue said: "And we can only Said to be lucky, because we are the so-called'visitors from another world'."

Ling'er's expression changed several times, and finally recovered a calm and cruel look, "Have you considered? Why did the Taoist priest still tie me in the end?"

Before speaking, she turned into a patterned black shadow in an instant, and rushed towards Feng Bujue and Siyu. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (m) to vote for recommendation and monthly pass. Your support is my biggest motivation.)