12. The depths of the soul
This performance is crucial for us to fully show our feelingsβtrue feelings, and only true feelings can awaken Cain's concern for family affection and thus appear to us.
We were at the gates of the Cathedral of Cain, and those who saw me rushed to tell me that I hadn't been back for months, which gave them a look of adoration on their faces, and word spread, and more people gathered here.
I whispered to Abel, "Be realistic." β
Abel gave me an uppercut, and I spat blood from my mouth and rolled in the air for ten seconds before I hit the ground and the crowd screamed in horror.
Abel shouted, "You bastard, what have you done? β
I got up and shouted, "I'm forced to do it too!" Do you know that I'm also sad and sad! "When I say this, my tears are streaming down, my expression is poignant, and my acting skills are flawless. My eyes blink like stars, my tears are about to come out, I show the sadness of how red and thin life I have since ancient times, and I also show the melancholy of emptiness, loneliness and coldness. My voice trembled slightly, my delicate body swayed in the wind, my blood... Ah, the red blood that flowed from my red lips, how beautiful, how miserable, how moving.
At one point, Abel's murderous aura was so fierce that I thought he really wanted to kill me. Oh, sure enough, is he also showing the strength of his acting school?
Abel kicked me away again, and I supported me with one hand, and I fell to the ground with tears streaming down my face, saying, "It's come to this, what do you want me to do?" β
People recognized Able as my bodyguard, and they were completely stunned by this development, and no one stopped him, because they knew my strength - if I decided to resist, Able would have to walk around without food - at least they thought.
Abel shouted, "Because of your mistake, hundreds of thousands of people in the Six Realms have died!" You heinous scumbag! β
I cried out loud, "How can you say that? I'm the one who hurts even more! Yes, they lost their lives, but what about me? What I have lost is a vital faith! β
Abel couldn't help but scold: "What kind of idiot line is this!" β
I was shocked and hurriedly winked at him, and the crowd around me whispered, "It turned out to be acting." "I've long seen that the archbishop's acting skills are terrible." "It's really unnatural, it's too pompous."
I looked up, and this time I was really in tears. It is said that people's words are knives that pierce the heart, and the ancients did not deceive me.
Even though the world does not understand my profound acting skills, this play must continue.
I sighed, dragged my limp body to my feet, stretched out my hand to Abel, and said, "Come, don't be impulsive, let's shake hands and make peace." I know you mean well, but you must also be considerate of my suffering. β
Abel shook his hand and slapped me, I covered my face in anger, bit my lip and said, "You.... Hit me? β
Abel: "I've been beating you up for minutes. β
Tears welled up in my eyes and I said, "You hit me!" Even my dad and wife are reluctant to beat me! Why are you hitting me? β
Abel was helpless, gritted his teeth and said, "I shouldn't have listened to your stupid words at all!" What a bad idea are you! β
At this moment, Lamia, Kara, and Martin Yevoli walked out of the crowd. I looked at Lamia with teary eyes, my lips trembling slightly, my arms outstretched, and I ran to her like a bird returning to its nest, to her plump chest, to her warm embrace. My gaze is gentle and loving, and it fully embodies the heart of a great father for his wife and children.
Yes, fatherly love, fatherly love is deep, forbearing, heavy, and warm. No matter how many beatings I have been beaten or suffered outside, what I have left for my wife and children is always a safe haven, isn't it? Aren't all my tears, my blood, and my saliva all for them?
At this moment, I am not acting, but the burst of true feelings, even if it is a hard-hearted Cain, seeing me at this moment, I am afraid that my heart will be deeply touched, arousing the desire for family affection....
Lamia tugged at the child and dodged my hug, and I was furious, turned my head, pursed my lips, and kissed Lamia on the lips. Lamia's iron fist sanctioned me, and I fell, crushed by the ruthless fate and cruelty of life, and fell into the mud.
Lamia: "What the hell are you nervous about?" β
Carla laughed, "Dad is making us laugh." β
Wally: "Why do I feel a little disgusting?" β
Kara took Volly's hand, shushed it, and said, "Don't tell the truth. β
This group of indifferent people, this indifferent world, they are not touched in the slightest? These children are about eighteen years old, but they are no longer as attached to me as they were when I was younger, and the birds are by my side. They all grew up and became independent, and Kara took control of the finances of the crying and founded huge companies all over the Black Coffin. Martin mastered the Guardians of the Cain Cult and trained one powerful awakened warrior after another. Wally undergoes military training, and the entire Black Coffin's police and guards are under her command.
They are very promising, but they don't forget to dig wells, how can they ignore me so easily?
Lamia asked, "Langi, you get up." β
Me: "I'm not getting up." β
Lamia: "Get up, so many people are watching, what is it like?" β
I said, "I don't, unless each of you kisses me..."
Lamia shouted to everyone: "Disperse, leave him alone, the archbishop is in deep meditation, so he behaves a little demented, this is normal." β
Her words were like a decree to them, and they believed her, and went into the distance, and faded away, and Lamia said to me, "We are all busy, and you will come to us when you are sober." β
I looked at her in despair, my eyes were ever-changing, and how could I describe the sadness in it?
Lamia shuddered and left.
The square was silent, and Abel stood with a frown, saying, "That's it?" β
I exclaimed, "I at least did my best!" β
Abel: "There's no need to look for Cain, we have to find clues for ourselves, we have to find a way to stop the divine power from dispersing Hell, or reverse the deformed light of the sun." β
Me: "But Lucifer told us to look for Cain, and Cain would have shown us the way." Otherwise, it's all over, and in two days, the black coffin, the cry, all the people in the new city, will be part of the Sun King. β
I heard footsteps, and when I looked sideways, it was the mask, and it was the mask walking towards us. He grew emaciated, thinner, so thin that I wondered if there was a succubus in his house who was squeezing his essence every night.
The mask said, "I know some information. β
I looked at Abel, who looked at the mask calmly.
Yes, he was the same as I thought.
You don't have to say anything, there is only one truth.
I should have thought that the truth was so simple.
The mask has long been manipulated by Cain and lurks around us. No wonder he was so numb, so empty, so lonely, so sneaky, so mysterious.
He was a puppet secretly controlled by Cain, a wretched creature who didn't even know he was at the mercy of others.
I patted the mask on the shoulder and spied on his spirit with a mad net, and there was no sign of manipulation.
I was in awe that Cain's methods were so clever that they didn't show any hints.
I sighed, "You must have had a very poor life all these years." β
The mask said, "Yes, you...."
I said, "It's hard to be a tool without freedom or dignity, enslaved by a vampire. β
"Yes, you give it to me...."
My eyes showed deep pity and said, "If I had found out earlier, maybe your suffering would not have continued to this day, alas, it was all me..."
The mask finally said, "It's all your fault, you gave me too little salary." β
I was shocked and angry, and said, "What? Could it be that the vampire who enslaved you before was me? β
Mask: "Who else could it be?" The little salary you gave me was not enough to feed and clothe. β
I was so angry that I couldn't speak, my hands and feet trembled on a hot day, and I was in a cold sweatβthis ungrateful thing, this fool who didn't know what to do, and the opportunities and experiences I gave to the mask could be replaced by money? If it weren't for me, would he have had a chance to be a tool man at the highest levels of Cain?
I rebuked, "You..."
Abel didn't let me finish, he asked, "What kind of information?" β
The mask said: "The intelligence of the last century, about the demon worm." β
I remember that it was the research on demon worms that led to the approach of hell and the human world, and this demon worm originated from some kind of demon, and humans fused the soul of the demon worm with themselves to create stronger humans.
Abel asked, "What does this have to do with the current crisis?" β
Mask: "The current crisis? β
Since he was Cain's toolman, I told him all the secrets I knew, but warned him not to spread or cause panic. Many of the people in this city were once wanderers in the wasteland, and to put it mildly, they were outlaws, and if they died, they would do anything.
Through the madness web, I transmitted my observations to the mask with great speed, including Lucifer's struggle with heaven and hell, including the fall of man, the rise of hell, and the outbreak of the solar crisis.
The mask pondered for a moment, and said, "What you said, combined with what I thought, may have come to an answer." β
Abel: "Then get straight to your point." β
Mask: "It all started with a gamble, a gamble about the soul." There were three participants in the game, three bloods to be exact. β
I said, "Salot, Mokawi, Xitai." β
"Yes, you know that very well," said the mask. β
I asked, "How do you know about this gamble?" As soon as the words came out, I already knew the answer.
He was Cain's instrumental man, and naturally knew many secrets.
Mask: "I just know, okay, please don't interrupt me." In that gamble, Salotte is a witness, and Mokawi and Xitai discuss the truth of the soul, but in fact, their so-called truth touches the secrets of the Creator. Salot's failure to understand how Mokawi and Xitai envisioned how to gain the power of the Creator.
Mokawi and Xitai have taken very different paths, with Mokawi throwing his soul into the chaos of chaos, while Xitai delves into himself and the soul of all things. β
I said, "Moqavi sacrificed his body to create a web of mad spirits. β
The mask nodded: "What Xi Tai wants is the Sun King, a thing that completely merges the body and soul of all things, a supreme god." β