"Dementor Technique?" In the cheers of the Ghost King's ministers, Wu Zhiqi saw the Ghost King's handprint, and immediately recognized what the Ghost King's magic was.

It is said that this technique can evoke the most terrifying memories in the heart of the soul of the stroke, and then make these terrifying memories and scenes constantly repeated in the consciousness of the soul of the stroke, and the soul who was forced to be tricked is in a coma, constantly recalling those terrifying scenes until the spirit collapses.

And the soul of the stroke, once caught in the memory, will not wake up on its own. When you wake up, you'll be insane, and you'll never be delirious. Many of them were scared to death before they even woke up.

But although this technique is so powerful, as long as the soul of the stroke is interfered with by an external force, it can wake up from the technique, and the caster can no longer control the opponent's divine consciousness.

In addition to being stunned, Wu Zhiqi was about to rush up to help Xiao Shizhu unravel this technique, but was stopped by Ying Zhao raising his hand.

"What are you doing?" Wu Zhiqi glared at Ying Zhao with puzzled eyes and roared. If other people fell for this trick, he would ignore it and walk away, but at this time, it was Xiao Shizhu who was hit, so he couldn't ignore it.

Wu Zhiqi is very grateful to Wu Zhiqi for helping him break away from the Mo family, and after helping him clear his bad reputation as a pirate, he gave him and his people a chance to live well.

Although he doesn't like words to reciprocate on weekdays, he keeps this kindness in mind. If anyone dares to get along with Xiao Shizhu, they can't get along with him, so they want to rush up desperately to save the other party. But I didn't think about it, but I was stopped by a quick move.

"This is a one-on-one duel, Wu Zhiqi, don't get in the way. Ying Zhao said coldly, Yu Bi glanced at the anger and consternation in Wu Zhiqi's eyes, and said, "You have to believe my eldest brother." He has the strength to overcome everything, including his own deepest fears. ”。 After speaking, he slowly lowered his hand and no longer stopped Wu Zhiqi.

As for how to choose, it's up to Wu Zhiqi to think about it himself.

In his consciousness, Xiao Shizhu held his breath and looked up at the top of his head in a daze. There was a bit of curiosity in the chest, but more of it was inexplicable nervousness and uneasiness.

Under the surface of the water, a bamboo forest gradually emerged, and in the open space in front of the bamboo forest, there were three old houses with wooden walls and white tiles, which seemed to be human buildings from the appearance of the tiles.

The three rooms are arranged in the shape of "Pin", close together, and form a courtyard with the walls on both sides of the gate. There was an old hen in the courtyard, with a dozen chicks digging on the ground, and in the chimney on the roof of one of the houses, there was curling smoke rising from it and drifting into the distance. The wind and waves blow the bamboo forest behind the house, making this small courtyard full of comfort and tranquility.

Suddenly, Xiao Shizhu saw a boy about five years old, wearing brand new clothes and pants, holding matches and firecrackers, appear in the courtyard. The little boy in the reflection, after squatting down by the pyre in the corner of the yard, seemed to feel that Xiao Shizhu was looking at him, and also turned his head to look at Xiao Shizhu and smiled lightly.

The moment the boy turned around, Xiao Shizhu was stunned and speechless. The little boy also had a jade face, with long eyebrows on both sides of the bridge of his nose like willows, and a pair of bright eyes like stars under his eyebrows.

When the four eyes met, Xiao Shizhu had a headache and cracked. That face, the little boy's face was all too familiar to him. That's what he was like when he was a kid, or that's when he was a kid. In an instant, dusty memories rushed out of his mind like a tidal wave that opened the floodgates, making him tremble, and hurriedly squatted down with his head in his hands, not daring to look up at the top of his head again, and his eyes were full of horror and panic.

But he never thought that the moment he curled up and squatted down, the water surface that should have been above his head suddenly appeared at his feet. He just hugged his head and hung his head, and his eyes watched his memories come to his feet again. He tried desperately to dodge, but found that his body could not move, and tried to close his eyes, but found that his eyes could only be kept open.

Xiao Shizhu was about to collapse, looking at him in the reflection, he was full of joy and inserted the firecracker into the pyre, lit it, covered his ears and ran away; when the firecracker exploded, he ran back with a happy face, planted the firecracker in the pyre, lit it, and then covered his ears and ran away.

Every time the firecrackers exploded, a little spark flew into the depths of the pyre, and flew to the straw piles and gasoline drums next to it. Followed by. The little boy was also tired of playing, so he lit a string of firecrackers, threw them with matches, and then turned around and went out to play.

But he never thought that the firecrackers and matches were thrown by him impartially near the gasoline barrel by the pyre.

"I didn't mean it, I didn't mean it. Xiao Shizhu, who was trembling, had tears in his eyes, and kept repeating with a crying voice: "I really didn't mean it, I didn't mean it." ”。 Self-blame and regret rolled in his heart.

A moment later, the small courtyard in the reflection suddenly burst into flames; The flames were like the sun, and the flames surrounded the entire courtyard like life, and the tongues of fire kept swallowing, fast and urgent, devouring everything unscrupulously. In the blink of an eye, the entire courtyard was shrouded in flames, and Xiao Shizhu, who was a child, knelt in front of the courtyard gate at this time, looked at the increasingly fierce fire, howled, and shouted hysterically: "Dad! mother!"

Then, when he was a child, he was about to rush into the fire desperately, but he was stopped by the people who rushed to fight the fire. This sporadic memory that has been sealed for many years resurfaced in front of Xiao Shizhu's eyes. Guilt, self-blame and discomfort were intertwined in his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe, and he couldn't cry at the same time.

"Oh. After disappearing for a long time, the voice of the ghost king came again, flickering far and near, flickering and heavy: "This is your fear." ”。 And the voice was like a ghost, sometimes ringing in his left ear, sometimes drifting to his right ear.

"What is it like to burn your parents to death at a young age?" Just when Xiao Shizhu's whole body trembled even more violently, the voice of the ghost king sounded in his ears again: "Pain, self-blame, or happiness, or excitement?"

"I'm not, not on purpose. Xiao Shizhu's two rows of teeth kept chattering. He covered his ears vigorously, but he could still hear the ghost king's smug voice.

"Yes, but your parents were burned to death by you, it's a fact that can't be changed. The Ghost King said again, his tone full of schadenfreude.

"I didn't mean it, I really didn't mean it. Xiao Shizhu's face was frightened, and tears continued to flow in his eyes. He tried to escape from this place, but he still couldn't move.

"Don't you feel a trace of guilt for burning your own parents?" the ghost king's voice sounded again. The voice just sounded, and Xiao Shizhu's surroundings became no longer dark. His front and back, left and right, up and down, all turned into water. His painful memories replayed beneath the surface of the water on the six directions.

As soon as the ghost king's words fell, Xiao Shizhu heard another woman and said softly to him: "Don't listen to his nonsense. ”。 For some reason, Xiao Shizhu felt that this voice was a little familiar and very kind. All the negative emotions such as nervousness, fear, guilt and self-blame disappeared with the voice.

Xiao Shizhu was slightly stunned, subconsciously raised his head and put down his hand. But I saw that the characters around me changed again, and it became an endless starry scene.

Thousands of miles of starry sky make Xiao Shizhu feel like he is in space. The stars around him were so peaceful, silent, and the soft light that emanated from him made him feel very relieved. From time to time, there are a little shooting stars, dragging a long tail, slipping from a distance, and it is so pleasant.

There were two people, or rather, two demons standing in front of him. A man and a woman, both human but footless, with a long snake tail below their waists, silver scales shining in the soft light of the stars.

The man was in a position, with a round of golden crows suspended above his head, surrounded by nine fist-sized colorful round stones. And the woman holds the rules, with a round of jade rabbits on her head. A red shawl seemed to come to life, dancing around her.

"Human Emperor Fuxi and Nuwa Niangniang?" Xiao Shizhu rubbed his eyes vigorously, stared at them for a long time, and found that they were exactly the same as the mythical gods Fuxi and Nuwa, and said in a daze: "Am I dreaming, or am I dead again?"

"This stupid boy. Nuwa smiled, stretched out her hand to him, and pulled him up from the squatting on the ground. Fu Xi looked at his stupid appearance, and also smiled, and said, "He hasn't seen us like this, so let's change to a familiar appearance." ”。

As soon as he finished speaking, Nuwa nodded her head. Then the two of them turned around, Xiao Shizhu's eyes flickered, and he saw that they had changed. Nuwa became a tall young woman with an extremely beautiful appearance and a faint smile on her face. Although the clothes are simple, they exude a graceful and elegant temperament up and down.

Fu Xi, on the other hand, has become a middle-aged man, who looks a little similar to Xiao Shizhu, but he is half a head taller than Xiao Shizhu. On the amiable face, the eyes were slightly closed at this time, and there was a trace of comfort between the eyebrows.

"Huh. Xiao Shizhu, who was stunned, gradually replaced by joy and excitement on his face, and after a while, he let out a smirk, and then threw himself into Nuwa's arms desperately, and finally turned into a tearful sentence: "Dad, mother, I miss you." ”。 As soon as the words fell, the tears in Ben's eyes poured out.

When he finished speaking, he could no longer utter a word.

In his eyes, the two people around him are not gods, just parents. There is no pride and pride in being born as a son of God, only the joy and excitement of being reunited with your parents.

Nuwa looked at Xiao Shizhu in her arms with a look of love in her eyes, and raised her hand to gently wipe away tears for him, while Fu Xi also walked over, stretched out his broad palm again, touched Xiao Shizhu's head, and the two said in unison: "Son, we miss you too." ”。 Being called a son by his parents is his biggest wish for many years.

After a while, Xiao Shizhu felt that he had lost his temper, so he reluctantly left Nuwa's arms, looked at Nuwa or his mother, and then turned his head to look at Fuxi, or his father, and asked in a daze: "Did I die again?"

"Silly boy, this is called the Divine Consciousness Mirror Technique, we are nothing more than a phantom conjured up by a touch of Divine Consciousness left in your body back then, you can live a good life. Nuwa smiled at him and said to Fuxi: "I haven't seen each other for a few years, but our sons have grown so big. ”。

When she said this, Xiao Shizhu, who has always been cheeky, actually lowered his head, his cheeks were slightly red, and he was embarrassed.

"I've always wanted to see you again, even if it's in a dream. He hung his head and whispered, "I know it was my fault that day, I was wrong, I shouldn't have played with firecrackers by the pyre in the yard." I apologize to you, can you forgive me?" he bent his knees and knelt down in front of his parents, and the tears that he had managed to put away slowly flowed out of his eyes again.