Yama Rising Chapter 1120: : Eyes (1)

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Qin Ye looked at that hand in a daze. It took a long time to put it down. He knew that if he did it again, he would make the same choice.

The world has entered tranquility again, and the great trial of the heart demon is like an infinite reincarnation. When one is over, the remaining time is only endless darkness.

Qin Ye didn't waste this time. There are no rules for the Inner Demon's Great Judgment, and all the rules must be found bit by bit. He cannot waste any time.

"First of all, the first rule is-this is the scene of the past, which belongs to'has happened'. It must not be changed. Any change or delayed action will be judged as a failure."

"The second rule that is not a rule: other than that, everything is allowed."

He pondered.

It seems simple, but it makes people unable to relax at all. For an "invincible magical technique" certified by the gods, this is too easy.

People are impulsive, but not always impulsive. He can be sure that next time, he will not stop everything.

This time, it is a farewell to my past.

It's resistance to once incapable.

It's a kind of memorial to Grandpa who doesn't know where his soul is.

However. As the lord of the underworld of China, his position and responsibilities are destined to be a wise sword.

"Grandpa..." He sighed faintly. Grandpa's voice and smile were about to appear in his mind again. At this moment, his eyes flashed suddenly, and Huo Ran raised his head and looked around in shock.

He... can't remember Grandpa's face!

No... more than that, he can't even remember his childhood experience!

Except for his own name and birth...I didn't even have any impression of my career before the age of fifteen!

"This is..." The sudden shock caused him to have a thin layer of chicken skin all over his body. He couldn't believe it, looking at the top of his head, and muttered: "Is this the so-called magic..."

The heart demon's big trial finally revealed its hideous fangs!

"There is no limit on the number of times...because it does not require a limit on the number of times. Every time you fail, the cost is to lose your memory?" He rubbed his chin gently, his expression was extremely solemn: "I have only lived for more than one hundred and twenty years. I don’t know if the memory lost next time will increase. If the worst result is...the memory lost next time doubles. Then..."

There are up to three more chances!

The worst result: Next time, I will lose 30 years of memory. Next time, I lost my memory of sixty years. So for the third time... even if he came up with a crucial cracking method, he couldn't remember it at all!

Then... it was formed: every time you enter the heart demon trial, it is equivalent to the first time you enter, and it is impossible to crack! So as to achieve...infinite reincarnation!

True lost!

At this moment, he is like being alone among wolves at night. Across the thick black screen, there are countless packs of wolves behind. If you don't pay attention, they will rush to tear his throat.

"At most three times." A drop of cold sweat slipped from his forehead, and the hands he was holding were all pinched dead white. Unknowingly, the fangs of the wolves had approached the throat, which made people feel sharp.

What to do?

Funiu Mountain was born at Tai Sui, and I don’t know what happened later. That's probably the key to the trial of the heart demon! And he didn't have the confidence to get rid of all the karma behind him in one go.

The next time I fail...Even if I still lose 15 years of time, I won't think of having eaten Tai Sui! The only advantage will be lost, and then...I am afraid I will be lost immediately!

Silent murder, he has been forced

A dead end.

However, before he could finish thinking about it, the surrounding void suddenly became blurred again. White rays of light cut through the darkness, just like a creation.

The third trial of the heart demon begins!

"How can it be so fast!" Qin Ye gritted his teeth, and the familiar feeling of dizziness struck again. After the dizziness disappeared, he immediately opened his eyes.

Sure enough, he was already lying on the straw bed.

"Grandpa is not here. He is on his way back. I will meet Ye Xianzu who asks for directions when I go out." All the clues quickly passed through my mind. He moved, but did not stand up.

He only has nearly an hour from when Grandpa came back to when he came out again.

This hour, he must come up with a solution. Nothing can delay his thinking.

If he can't figure it out, he will forget the next ten years. I can no longer remember the scenes that happened that year, and all doubts will be covered up. If you say, now he has a 50% chance of getting through the heart demon trial. But if it fails this time, then... definitely less than 10%!

How to do...what exactly can I do to break this dilemma?

My thoughts have never been so active, and soon, Grandpa's voice of soft conversation came from outside the door. He has already met Ye Xianzu. Coming in soon!

Qin Ye almost pinched the straw under him. He desperately recalled his advantages: neither life nor death... see through yin and yang... such advantages... what would he do when he encountered memory loss? What can be done?

Pictures, speculations, familiar people keep flashing through their minds. Suddenly, his pupils shrank severely.

He thought of someone.

Li Zhenshu.

She... has lost her memory at least six times, but now she is still her.

Xia Jinse.

What she did is...

Qin Ye immediately turned over and jumped up, rushed into the kitchen quickly, found the sickle, and slashed at his hand.

However, at this moment, his hand... can't move half way!

In the kitchen, Qin Ye clenched his teeth and pressed his hand down desperately. However, in midair, it seemed like an invisible giant hand, firmly supporting his hand. Let him simply cannot implement the following plan.

He immediately threw the sickle away, the yin air gathered at the tips of his fingers, and he slashed towards his arm again.

However, the moment the yin air touched the skin, it immediately disappeared.

"Heh..." A sneer hung on the corner of his mouth, a few seconds later, he wiped his arm severely, and cursed from between his teeth: "Damn!"

Don't record memories in any form... This is probably the third rule of the heart demon trial.

No, to be precise, there are only two rules for the Inner Demon Judgment.

First, any behavior that changes the memory event is judged to fail.

Second, any act of recording a memory event is judged as a failure.

It seems simple, but the combination, coupled with the failure penalty, has become an insoluble defense!

"Dogdan! What...what are you doing?" Grandpa's voice came from his ear, and Qin Ye suddenly woke up. Looking back, Qin Zhongguo looked at his clutched wrist in surprise, as well as the sickle that had fallen to the ground and had obviously passed away.

"Nothing." Qin Ye pulled out an unnatural smile: "I'm just a little hungry, want to see if there is anything to eat."

He knew what Grandpa thought of for a moment, but he had no reason to commit suicide, so he could easily prevaricate.

Sure enough, Qin Zhongguo did not continue to question, but heaved a sigh of relief, loving and pity

Touched his head: "It will be all right... Come on, Grandpa just picked some wild vegetables, let's have a good meal."

Looking at Qin Zhongguo's busy back, Qin Ye gritted his teeth severely.

He doesn't want to give up!

He can't guarantee that he will be able to break through the heart demon trial this time. He must record his memory!

"Grandpa..." He took a deep breath, pretending to say calmly: "Is there a pen? I suddenly remembered something and want to write it down."

If you can’t record, can someone else record it?

When entering the heart demon's big trial again, seeing these words, can you...can recall it again?

"No." Qin Zhongguo turned around inexplicably: "Where is this kind of thing... Go out and pick up two branches and engrave them on the wall? Isn't it all done before?"

"Hey, wait for grandpa to cook first, but you can't starve your good grandson."

Qin Ye raised his head and took a hard breath.

No... Still not!

If Grandpa is invited to record, the other party will definitely agree. But... this will delay the time to go up the mountain, and Tai Sui will only appear in less than three minutes. Delay... it will fail!

How to do it...how to do it?

His hands were darkened into his black hair, he combed hard, his eyes flushed slightly. Reflected in the flames of the burning earth stove, there are even some hideous.

I can’t write, grandpa can’t write, now I can write... only... Ye Xianzu?

However, if these things are spoken, even if the other party records them, it will directly destroy everything afterwards!

After eating Tai Sui, what happened in that "Taoist Temple"?

Ye Xianzu is definitely one of the core figures!

Who else?

Who else can record? At least...let him try this idea!

There was silence, except for the occasional crackling of firewood and grandpa's coughing from the kitchen. Qin Ye seemed to hear the creaking movement of the second hand in the air, which made people feel cold.

I don’t know how long it took, Qin Zhongguo walked out, carrying a bowl of soup, and smiled: "Come on, dog eggs, eat. After drinking the porridge, you won’t be hungry, behave..."

He didn't go on.

He brought Qin Ye up with one hand, and of course he was familiar with each other's character. Half-sized son, poor old man, when there is food, the other party can ignore it, but with a thoughtful look. Well... this thought is really serious.

"Dogdan." With a sigh, he put down the bowl, walked to Qin Ye's side, and patted him on the shoulder: "It is good to want to read."

"However, we have to eat before we have the strength."

"Now, what kind of pens are used in the city. Although we can't afford it, but...brushes, pencils, maybe one or two. Obedient, ah, eat first, and grandpa will fight for one tomorrow. A fat rabbit, go down the mountain to change something for you?"

He was also preparing to persuade a few words, however, Qin Ye's head had already turned around mechanically. He blinked and jumped up suddenly.

Pen...brush...pencil...

Can't write by yourself...

Here, his only advantage is: the memory is still there, the state is still there.

So... there is just one thing, maybe... this goal can really be achieved!

Thinking is like a cold spring bursting, a thousand miles away. He pretended to nod his head, and grabbed his hand gently in the void while his grandfather went out to talk to Ye Xianzu. A silver brush appeared quietly.

Fate!