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Wraiths are crazy?

Yan Qingyu's eyes widened, and she was a little incredulous at the woman's words.

How could the wraiths go crazy?

If the spirit is really crazy, then who is the power that guides it in the dark?

"The wraiths are crazy. The woman smiled wryly and shook her head, "That year is the year that the spirit should grow...... I thought the world would be saved, and when I said goodbye to all my family and came here full of hope, I finally realized that I didn't know when everything had deviated from what we expected. ”

As the woman raised her sleeves, the picture flipped over again, and the originally endless grassland had disappeared, leaving only a chaotic world.

There were huge clods of earth floating everywhere in that world, and the directions became ambiguous, whether it was east, south, north, west, up, down, left, right, or left, in this world, it completely lost its meaning.

In the midst of the chaos, the branches of the towering tree twitched wildly, as if a group of demons were dancing wildly, turning the already chaotic world into more and more fragments, and its branches and roots tried in vain to insert into the cracks of the void, breaking through the walls of time and space, and spreading into the present world.

"The spirit is the silver lining of hope we try to leave to the world, but we never expect it...... The wraiths will also become a force powerful enough to destroy this world. The woman's expression was full of frustration, "I can't stop the wraith from going crazy, I can only try to bring it back to its most normal state as much as possible, and all I can do is try to calm it down because of our negative emotions." ”

"I abandoned my physical body, and then assimilated myself into the leaves of the tree within me, and through this leaf of the great tsubaki, I successfully merged with the spirit. The woman continued, "I extended my mind to the mind of the wraith, and I began to use my mind to suppress the wraith's rage, so that the wraith finally woke up from its madness, and finally gradually fell into a deep sleep, and I was permanently trapped in the body of the wraith. ”

"I bear the negative emotions it bears in place of the spirit, and it is like countless ants gnawing at your heart, constantly stimulating the deepest darkness in your heart, even if it is me...... I couldn't bear it, and I knew that one day I would be swallowed up by those countless emotions and collapse and go crazy, so I used the body of the wraith to re-immobilize this small world, and laid a formation to keep the wrath asleep. ”

"I have just completed all this in an extremely long period of time, and those great emperors in the present world have suddenly poured into this world. The Wraiths had just fallen into a deep slumber, and if so many Great Emperors were allowed to be here, their power would surely awaken the Wraiths. And my will is about to collapse...... So I had to make a cruel decision. ”

"So the murderer at that time ...... Actually, it's you. Yan Qingyu sneered, "Everyone thinks you are benevolent, but no one can think of it...... You're actually cruel in general. ”

The woman laughed self-deprecatingly, "I never claimed that I was merciful. None of us are merciful, and the blood on our hands, no matter how long it takes, cannot be washed away. The sins we have to bear are far beyond what we can bear. But even so, I'm going to kill, I'm going to commit more sins, I'm going to get more bloody, that's what we...... A demon known as a saint. ”

Yan Qingyu was silent.

"I killed all the Emperors who came here, but I left behind a monk who I made my presence aware of, and I let him inherit my mantle. The woman continued, "I trapped him with lies, so that he could protect this world from being easily offended by the Emperor in my place. After I assisted him in becoming emperor, I also felt that my reason could not last longer, so I also chose death, and dissipated in the long river of time. ”

"Before I died, I left behind this wisp of thought that you see now, and I have been waiting for your arrival. The woman looked at Yan Qingyu and said very seriously, in addition to the relief in her expression, there was also a strange joy.

"What are you waiting for me to do?" Yan Qingyu sneered.

The woman didn't speak, but suddenly reached out and gently stroked Yan Qingyu's head.

That hand was very soft and warm, making Yan Qingyu feel inexplicably relaxed and comfortable, as if she was a baby curled up in her mother's arms.

Inexplicably, she remembered that when she was a child, Yan Tianjun looked at her with pity, and then slowly stroked her head, sighing from time to time.

Yan Qingyu was silent for a while before taking a step back, looked at the woman coldly, and said, "You and I have never had such a close relationship. ”

The woman shook her head slightly and said, "What's your name?"

Yan Qingyu pursed her lips slightly and didn't say a word.

"Tsubaki fruit. After a long time, Yan Qingyu gritted his teeth and said slowly.

"What I ask you is your name as yourself, as an independent individual walking in the world and feeling everything, not your physical past, nor the identity you have heard. The woman emphasized.

Yan Qingyu was silent for a long time before he said, "Yan Qingyu." ”

"Yan Qingyu?" the woman repeated the name softly, and immediately smiled, "A nice name, and it matches the color of Xiao Yu's wings." ”

"What the hell do you want me to do!What do you want to do when you tell me so much!Do you think I can get out of his control!" Yan Qingyu looked at the woman and roared angrily.

She's had endured enough, she hates it all, she hates it all so much.

It's like when she suddenly wakes up, suddenly knows who she is, and suddenly hears that nasty voice ringing in her head.

She hated it all.

I hate it so much that I want to die.

She's had enough of it all, too.

She never thought that she was so special, one would be Emperor Yuqing, and the other would be the fruit of the so-called Great Tsubaki.

In fact, she has never wanted to be Yan Qingyu.

But she never will.

Because the power of cold hatred resides in her consciousness, watching her all the time, watching her every move, word and deed.

If she disobeys the will of that power, what awaits her will be eternal extinction.

She didn't want to die, she had come to this world with great difficulty, how could she want to die so much?

She is at the mercy of others.

She's just a marionette.

Yan Qingyu's eyes were a little red, and she glared at the woman hatefully, full of resentment and pain.

She has been trying to hide her emotions, and she doesn't want anyone to see her weakness.

Whether it was her sisters in Canghai Pavilion, Chu Feng, or Liu Yu who fought side by side with her, she didn't want them to see that she was actually so weak and so sad.

She hoped that in the eyes of those people, she would always be the smiling Yan Qingyu, strong and optimistic.

As for the cold, ruthless, and cruel Yan Qingyu, it was just the fruit of Da Chun, and it was never Yan Qingyu.

But at this moment, in the face of this inexplicably kind woman, she could no longer suppress her emotions.

Because she is nothing, a person who has long since died and does not really exist, because she is also a stranger.

She doesn't need to hide herself in front of strangers, because strangers don't worry about themselves and don't get into pain for themselves.

The woman looked at her, took two steps forward, slowly rubbed the corners of her eyes with her gentle and delicate hands, carefully wiped off the wetness, and said softly: "It's okay, it's okay, you have suffered too much pain and grievances, cry out if you're sad, it's okay, no one will see it." ”

Yan Qingyu lowered her head, dodged the woman's hand, wiped her eyes fiercely, and then choked up: "What do you want me to do...... I can't do it, it's watching me, my life and death, my everything...... It's all dominated by it...... I can't do anything...... Nothing can be done......"

The woman continued to step forward, suddenly hugged Yan Qingyu into her arms, patted Yan Qingyu's back gently, and said, "It's okay, it will never see you from this moment on, and it will no longer be able to control any of your words and deeds." I'm waiting for you here, waiting for your former brothers and sisters, I've waited this long time, just to see you, to tell you...... From this moment on, you are just Yan Qingyu, no longer a slave to it. ”

Yan Qingyu snuggled in the woman's arms, it was clearly not an entity, but there was a pleasant warmth and a relaxing fragrance from her body.

Yan Qingyu breathed in the faint fragrance, her breathing gradually became smoother, and her heart was no longer so depressed.

She broke free from the woman's arms, wiped the corners of her eyes, and said, "Who are you, who am I, what are you waiting for me here?"

The woman looked at Yan Qingyu and suddenly laughed.

Wisps of sunlight fell into this hazy space with the woman's suddenly blooming smile, and the dappled sunlight fell on Yan Qingyu's face, making Yan Qingyu's eyes squint slightly, although dazzling, but also very warm.

"I'm Nuwa. The woman said slowly, "But I'm not all Nuwa, I'm still a ghost. ”

"You are Yan Qingyu. The woman paused, "But you are not all Yan Qingyu, you are still a ghost, you are still a nuwa, you are still the fruit of a spirit." ”

"You are me, I am you, I am still the voice that guides you. The woman continued, "I am waiting for you here to tell you what we did before we died. ”

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