The person in front of him turned out to be "An Hongdou".

Her appearance was exactly the same as An Hongdou, but she was wearing a blood-red robe, her skin was blue and purple, and she had a yellow talisman paper on her head.

On the slender neck, you can even see purple blood vessels.

However, the expression of the person in front of him was cold, and he didn't seem to have any human emotions.

"An Hongdou?"

Ning Qiushui tried to ask.

"That's not my name."

"What shall I call you?"

"Guanyin."

Ning Qiushui was stunned.

"Guanyin?"

Guanyin replied:

"Yes."

Ning Qiushui squinted:

"Then do you know Liu Chengfeng?"

Guan Yin was silent for a while, and then said cautiously:

"You should be talking about Guanyang, he's my brother."

Ning Qiushui's expression changed strangely.

"Viewing the Yin, Viewing the Yang ......"

He muttered a few times, as if he had thought of something, took out the last remaining bronze leaf from his body, and asked Guanyin:

"Is this leaf the source of my headache?"

Guan Yin shook his head.

"On the contrary, the bronze leaves you hold in your hand are used to 'cure' your headaches."

Ning Qiushui:

"Why do I have a headache because of 'rotten gas'?"

"Or is it because of those ...... Choppy footage? ”

"Is that my memory?"

"Lost memories?"

"And this bronze leaf, what the hell is it?"

He asked several questions in a row.

Guan Yin's expression was still indifferent.

"The bronze leaves represent 'life'."

Ning Qiushui was stunned when he heard this.

"Life? Whose life? ”

Guan Yin stared at Ning Qiushui:

"The 'lives' of those who are willing to give everything they have for the Pangu Project."

"No one will remember their names."

"It's like the countless rotting corpses you saw outside when you came in."

Ning Qiushui was silent for a moment:

"It sounds cruel, even if you are a martyr who sacrificed yourself on the battlefield, you should have a name."

Guan Yin said lightly:

"The Pangu Project was cruel enough."

"The first thing a madman did when he came up with this plan was to forget his name."

Ning Qiushui asked again:

"And what about here?"

"So many people who died, and they were all participants in the 'Kwafu Project'?"

Guan Yin glanced at Ning Qiushui and slowly walked towards the street lamp.

"Yes."

"The madman is very clever and very good at hiding, and everyone thinks that the ultimate goal of Kuafu's plan is to 'go by day'."

But in fact, the ultimate goal of the Kuafu Project is to create a 'Kuafu'...... That's the flesh giant you see outside. ”

"You should know better than I do - when an extremely difficult path appears before everyone's eyes, then almost everyone's eyes will always be on those who have gone the farthest thaddles, and no one cares where the dead end up."

"In simpler terms, it's called 'winning and losing.'"

"In addition, the name itself carries a strong 'suggestiveness', after all, the story has long been deeply rooted in people's hearts."

Of course Ning Qiushui understood, but when he heard this, he learned from An Hongdou...... No, after saying it from Guanyin's mouth, he was still shocked and speechless.

He should have said that the madman was a daring fellow.

But that's already clear - how can a madman be called a madman if he is not crazy?

Thinking about it carefully, Ning Qiushui actually accepted this ridiculous thing.

Unexpected, but ...... Reasonable.

So, the ultimate goal of the Kwafu Project ...... Is it to create a "girdle edge"? ”

"But I don't understand, what is this place for?"

"It looks...... It's already rotten and can't be rotten anymore. ”

Guanyin stood under the lamp, and did not feel the slightest offense by Ning Qiushui's description, she said:

"Look around, what do you think this place looks like?"

"It's like a graveyard."

"Pretty much...... It looks like a graveyard now. ”

Speaking of this, the words of Guanyin changed:

"But a long time ago, it was a ...... Altar. ”

Her indifferent tone carried a faint tragedy.

"The Altar? For sacrifice? ”

Guan Yin corrected:

"It's for 'protection.'"

"Protect whom?"

"A special ceremony."

Guan Yin said, a very solemn look appeared on his face.

"Ning Qiushui, do you remember the role of the 'cave'?"

Ning Qiushui nodded.

"Hmm."

"Guan He told me that the 'cave' was originally made by Rashomon, and every time an outsider came in, a 'fish' would leave."

Guanyin added:

"He's describing facts, not substances."

"The essence of the cave is 'exchange', and Rashomon spent a lot of effort to create such a piece of 'resting soil'...... Back then, when their leader received the blueprints carefully prepared for them by the madman, he was so excited that he was about to go crazy. ”

"But even better, no one knew that the idea was offered by their worst feared enemy."

Ning Qiushui:

"Wait, you're about to make me dizzy, you mean, the madman gave Rashomon the 'cave design idea' to Rashomon without his knowledge?"

"This cave, which is constantly pumping pollution into our world, is the work of a madman?"

"What is he going to do?"

Guan Yin stared at Ning Qiushui quietly, and his eyes like stagnant water made Ning Qiushui a little uneasy.

This time, something came out of her mouth that almost pierced Ning Qiushui's three views:

"He's going to talk to someone in your world in absolute secrecy...... Swap "life". ”

Looking at Guanyin's straight eyes, Ning Qiushui's heart almost stopped.

"You ......"

He slowly backed away, breathing heavily.

Looking down at the half-copper coin fragment in his palm that he had picked up before, many fragmentary clues in Ning Qiushui's mind were connected together......

After being silent for a long time, he looked up at Guanyin:

"I ...... Just a madman? ”

Guan Yin calmly replied:

"Yes."

"You're crazy."

"And now that madman in the Bloodgate World...... It was the original Ning Qiushui. ”

"A few months ago, before Ning Qiushui entered the Secret House, you did an exchange of 'lives'."

Ning Qiushui's lips twitched, his eyes were distracted, and beads of sweat the size of beans slipped down his forehead.

He covered his head and squatted down, the bloodshot in his eyes was terrifying.

“…… The reason why I have a headache is not because of the "rotten energy", but because I returned to this "cave" dedicated to "exchange", which caused my lost memories to start to recover...... Is it? ”

Guan Yin said coldly:

"Yes."

"Two of those three bronze leaves are specifically designed to prevent your memories from coming back."

"After all, this matter can't be known to any outsider."

"Rashomon left a lot of tricks in the cave that you can't understand now, and there are many eyes staring at you in the gray mist."

"You're a careful person and always prevent any accidents."

Ning Qiushui laughed, covered his face, raised his head, and his body trembled wildly...... After a long time, he squeezed a few words out of his fingers:

"Maniac...... No...... I, why would I do this? ”

Guan Yin also seemed to be disturbed by the madman's approach again, she reviewed the plan that the madman had told her before, and her expression finally showed a hint of emotion, and she said in a cold voice that trembled slightly:

"This is the only way to break the 'balance of life and death'."

"You're running out of time to complete your plan."

"In order to be able to successfully complete the Pangu Project, you must speed up this process."

"Haven't you noticed that as a 'newcomer' to the shrine, you have always 'adapted' to the world of the Blood Gate?"

"Of course, it's not that you're in a superhuman state of mind, it's ...... You belong there! ”

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