No one noticed that when Lu Weizhen's first wail came, Chen Xiansong, who was held up above the black tide, trembled lightly with his fingertips.

He was faced with another world.

Because of excessive blood loss, my head was groggy and my consciousness was missing. A deep sorrow was condensed in his heart, and there seemed to be countless hands around him, pulling him into a deep quagmire. In a trance, there was a gentle, familiar hand that gently covered his eyes, so that he couldn't open them. She whispered in his ear, "Sleep...... Child...... Go to sleep...... My pine......"

Immeasurable illusion, she is the wind nurtured by spring, and he is the blazing sun of summer. They were pulling me and falling down. As long as I nod my head, as long as I sink, they will be with me forever and ever.

Never......

Never again, leave me alone in the middle of the night.

However, the mournful cry outside was getting louder and louder, one after another. She muffled the whispers in my ear like a sharp knife piercing my nerves.

Crying makes my heart feel numb, and my soul is hard to calm down.

......

Chen Xiansong vaguely felt that the turbidity in his brain had eased a little, and he vaguely realized that he had missed something very important, a very important person. Who is that crying man...... Why is she crying......

But at this moment, the voices that whispered in his ears suddenly became louder, like a thick cotton towel, wrapped around his head at once, so that he could no longer hear the crying outside—

"Haste as a law, hasty as a law......"

"Demon Hunter, you are wrong, your ancestors will atone for their sins for generations!"

"Your father has died from catching demons, and so is your mother......"

"Song'er, stay here, stay here, stay with us. ”

"Song'er, stay!"

......

He was dizzy in agony, as if he were slowly slipping into the mire.

However, this only lasted for a short time.

The cry of the man outside suddenly burst through the stone and gold, shattered everything, and suddenly reached his ears again. The whispers in his ears suddenly disappeared without a trace, as if they were ruthlessly swept away by the wind, swept away. She was the only one left in his ear, crying domineeringly.

In Chen Xiansong's mind, a picture suddenly appeared.

It was still on the top of Luwei Mountain, and he and that person were fighting to the death. The man was standing under his full moon, and the big green dragon was crying with blood and tears in his eyes.

Also, in the courtyard of his house, under that dark water, the man sat with his knees crossed, tears streaming down his face, unconscious. Crying made his heart twist like a knife, crying so much that he only hated that he couldn't stay together in this life.

That person is ...... That person is ......

Lu, Wei, Zhen!

As the name came to mind, all the memories came flooding back. Chen Xiansong remembered that he was still in the gourd, remembered that he was captured by the Black Tide Ten Thousand Demons on the Nai He Bridge, and also remembered that Lu Weizhen hit the Black Tide three times, and he fought to the death with the Ten Thousand Demons, losing both.

Then, his father appeared.

He didn't believe it, thinking that his father was a monster, or that he was a fantasy placed by him. However, his father was able to snatch the sword from his hand and throw it into the black tide. Those who do not possess the blood of the Chen clan cannot resist the sword, and the monsters cannot. It was at that moment that a crack arose in his belief.

Immediately after, his mother appeared, and hundreds of the ghosts of the demon hunters appeared. They told him that this was the sin and the end of the demon hunter—to become a colorless ghost forever—to tell him that his mother had been killed by the demon and that she would be tormented in this gourd for the rest of her life—that the slightest thought he had of his mother had been shattered—and then his father and mother embraced him—like a scene in a deep dream that no one knew in the middle of the night, and finally came true, and his will collapsed at that moment......

But is all this really true?

Will the Demon Hunter really suffer from the backlash of the cosmic force and fall forever as a colorless ghost?

Is it really his parents who are seeing?

Those in the Black Tide are really the undead of demon hunters who have been imprisoned for thousands of years?

His belief for more than 20 years is really meaningless?

His father has really accepted his fate and is in the company of Kuroshio?

......

But if it wasn't true, how could that person take away his lightsaber?

It was as if there was a blurry point of light that flashed in Chen Xiansong's mind, but he couldn't capture it accurately. He couldn't open his eyes, and the strength of his whole body seemed to have been drained, and the weight of ten thousand catties was pressed on his eyelids.

At this moment, Lu Weizhen's crying stopped. Chen Xiansong's heart tightened, and then something strange happened, he felt the black tide ten thousand demons around him, and began to tremble violently. Instead, they began to let out a terrified cry. Chen Xiansong even felt that those tentacles that were wrapped around him began to slowly retract, twitch, and relax.

Chen Xiansong's mind became clearer, and the sense of turbidity was reduced by half, as if there was a light illuminating everything.

He knew what was wrong.

It was the little greed in his heart that he was caught by the monsters, and it was the distraction after he vomited out the blood in his heart, so he was taken advantage of by them.

That's not his parents.

It was by no means his parents.

In his short life, his father killed countless demons, although he also killed many innocent demons, but he also lived countless people, and he died without regrets. With his father's temperament, even if he knows the truth one day, knows that those are not demons, and knows that he killed innocent Lihuang people, he is afraid that he will stubbornly refuse to admit his mistake. He would rather punish himself, atone for his sins, and be tortured, but he would definitely defend the deeds and responsibilities of the demon hunter, and refuse to admit his mistakes, he is such a stubborn and rigid person. Even if he really fell into the gourd illusion, he was afraid that he would kill the last colorless ghost with a sword, so that he could die without regrets, and he would never be with them.

As for the mother, it is impossible to have the words and deeds just now.

In any case, she would not persuade him to give up his life and stay in the gourd to atone for his sins.

She won't.

They are just illusions after all.

It's fake.

They are not here, not anywhere around him. When they leave, they will never come back.

Chen Xiansong, who was in a coma, hooked his lips lightly, was self-deprecating and relieved, and the center of his chest was swept away, without worry.

It's just that "father", how can he control Chen's lightsaber?

Chen Xiansong's eyeballs under his eyelids rolled sharply, and he had combined all the things in the gourd illusion to guess the answer, and there was only one reasonable explanation.

It's like ten thousand demons in the illusion, able to smell the residual blood on the lightsaber and pour out of the nest.

Those slain demons also have the remnants of their father's blood. They transform into humans, just using a trace of their father's blood, manipulating the lightsaber, seizing the lightsaber, confusing the mind, and luring him to sink.

The faces of the demon hunters he saw in the Black Tide Ten Thousand Demons were not real. They have long since gone, guarded for generations, iron-clad, and never repented. Those are just a smear of blood lost in the gourd of each generation of demon hunters.