Qin Zheng is not the Qin Zheng of the past, and it is no longer difficult to enter a person's divine thoughts.

But it is the question of who to enter, and this person himself must have the strength to fight back against that despair, because even if Qin Zheng enters the sea of consciousness of that person, the subject of the attack is still not him.

He can only guide, not replace.

Xiao Baozi is not a good choice, and his mental strength is not strong.

But it is not a good choice, because she has been Qin Zheng's skills since elementary school, and it is the purest skill school, and she also does not have strong spiritual power.

Lin Wangyue and Feng Chimes are both good choices.

Lin Wangyue has lived in an environment that very people can adapt to since she was a child, and she has a strong will that is very human.

Wind Chimes is a soul cultivator who has been exercising his spiritual power since he was a child.

In terms of familiarity, Qin Zheng of course chose wind chimes, but he found an accident.

When Qin Zheng tried to enter Feng Chime'er's divine thoughts, he was refused, and she closed herself......

Qin Zheng didn't understand why, it wasn't a top priority.

So Lin Wangyue became his only choice.

The next moment, he was surrounded by a strong smell of blood.

He stood on the roof of a large mansion with a huge garden below, with trees, rockeries, bright flowers......

Between are the overlapping corpses.

A blade of wind was still wreaking havoc on the corpses, making them look more and more miserable.

Not far from him, a small figure stood there.

It was a little girl, six or seven years old, dressed in black, with an expression on her face.

She carried a huge ruler behind her back and found out who she was.

What he entered was the memory of Lin Wangyue in his childhood.

Li Xinrui told her that people who were invaded by despair would enter the memory that they least wanted to recall.

This was Lin Wangyue's most desperate childhood.

Qin Zheng walked towards her, and she looked over in shock, "Why are you here." ”

Qin Zheng was surprised.

She seemed to understand his surprise.

"I'm in my memory, why are you there. Lin Wangyue looked at Qin Zheng coldly, she was actually aware of her situation.

It's like a person who is dreaming, but very awake to know that he is dreaming.

"You have been attacked by despair and need to fight back. ”

"We?" Lin Wangyue thought about it, and instantly understood.

Qin Zheng suddenly felt that the most similar thing between Lin Xiyu and Lin Wangyue was probably not their appearance, but that they were both smart.

So she suddenly turned and jumped off the eaves and disappeared into the night.

It's her memory, she can do whatever she wants.

When Qin Zheng worked hard to find her again, she was walking in a lively market with an indifferent face.

Qin Zheng followed her, walking from the bazaar to the city gate, then from the city gate to the mountains and forests, and then from the mountains and forests to the cliff valley.

On the edge of the cliff, she turned around and went back the way she came, passing the mountain forest city gate market, and finally, back to the top of the house.

The wind blade was still blowing, the blood was still flowing from the corpse, and time seemed to stand still here.

"There. She suddenly pointed to a corner of the house, "One more body." ”

"Huh?"

"I've done this dream countless times, and I remember every detail. ”

Even every detail of the bazaar, city gates, mountains, forests, and cliff valleys.

Sure enough, it was the most desperate memory, Qin Zheng didn't know what to say, because when she was immersed in desperate dreams every night, he was dreaming again and again.

It's not just him.

So she hated everyone in this world, and she thought that everyone in this world was someone who should be killed.

What's more, she should also be the eldest lady of the Divine Domain, growing up in the stars and the moon.

Qin Zheng sympathized with her, even if she hated his sympathy, he still sympathized with her.

"That's despair. Lin Wangyue pulled Qin Zheng back from his distraction and stubbornly pointed to the corner.

There was a corpse entangled in black gas, and that was the embodiment of despair here.

Theoretically, if you defeat it here, you can defeat it outside.

Qin Zheng rushed over for the first time, but his palm passed over the specific corpse, Li Xinrui was right, even if he came here, he couldn't help anything.

Except for moving your mouth.

At this time, there were more corpses.

The black mist completely entwined it, its appearance gradually changed, and finally, it became the appearance of Lin Xiaoshan.

The middle-aged Lin Xiaoshan and the young Lin Wangyue are obviously parents, but at this time, they are full of hatred in each other's eyes.

"Ahhh

This is the first time Qin Zheng has heard Lin Wangyue let out such a venting roar, is it because the other party looks like Lin Xiaoshan?

And that fake Lin Xiaoshan just stood there, letting Lin Wangyue continue to attack, but after each attack, it would become lighter.

Lin Wangyue was a little crazy.

She began to cry and hid on the ground, and cried like a child.

Although she is indeed a child now.

Only then did Qin Zheng realize that they did not find despair, but only opened up sadness.

Grief is followed by the second stage, pain.

Qin Zheng has experienced sadness, when Lin Xiyu left a letter and left alone, he experienced sadness.

He had also experienced pain, and the moment he saw the wind chimes disappear into the flames, his heart felt as if he was being pulled tightly by a big hand.

But he had never burst into tears like Lin Wangyue at this time.

This is Lin Wangyue, who he is not familiar with, she breaks the surface sadness and shows the pain that cannot be concealed.

"Do you want me to sing you a song?"

"Don't. Lin Wangyue snorted, her voice muffled.

"Want to eat something?"

"Don't eat. ”

"Want to say something?"

"Shut up. ”

Qin Zheng is not good at dealing with this kind of thing, but a silence relieved him, he found a clean place to sit down, and around him, there were still those corpses.

The gore is still realistic.

It's so realistic.

Every time the nightmare recurs, it's like re-experiencing it.

"The people I have killed can be piled up into mountains. After a long time, Lin Wangyue spoke again.

"It's all people who deserve to be killed. ”

"Maybe there are also people who shouldn't be killed. ”

Qin Zheng paused, always feeling that this was not like what Lin Wangyue said, this time he thought for a while before replying, "Kill all of them." ”

"I hate him. ”

Women's thinking jumps like this?

"I hate you too. ”

A woman's mind really jumps.

Qin Zheng thought for a while before he understood that Lin Wangyue was the first to say Lin Xiaoshan, and the second was him.

The innocent Qin Zheng wanted to argue, but Lin Xiyu's "step-by-step" over the years made him almost instinctively say three words, "I'm sorry." ”

After the words were spoken, he had to think about what he had done wrong.

Because soon the other person will ask, "Do you know what you're doing wrong?"

Then the other party really asked.