An unusually heavy rain washed over the heavens and the earth, and on the steep peak, a blood-colored figure stumbled upward.

With each step forward, heavier and heavier pressure would fall on him like a mountain, and his skin oozed red blood under the terrifying pressure, and the vision in front of him turned blood-red.

Intense pain, overlapping terrifying visions alternated with reality, and he felt like he was walking in a sea of blazing fire.

His body was in pain, but he kept going with a lot of crying and laughing, because it seemed that only such pain could make him forget reality for a short time and get rid of the deeper pain.

The illusion is terrifying. Endless demons surrounded him, whispering in strange voices about how to eat him. There was also a huge demon as a mountain that opened its bloody mouth and bit him directly, and the mountain under his feet did not know when it turned into a mountain of sharp blades.

But he didn't take a step back, and continued to move forward in the face of the sword mountain, the bloody mouth, and the demons crying, laughing, and angry.

It turns out that in this world, there is no one who does not know fear, and the only thing that can overcome fear is the obsession that deepens fear.

He crossed the mountainside that he had never crossed before, and continued to move forward, the blood oozing from his body had become extremely hot at some point, and the falling raindrops fell on his body, rising up a mist mixed with blood.

Step by step, he walked to the last stretch of the road to the top of the mountain, and looked up at the last terror that stood in his way.

It wasn't a ghost, it wasn't a demon, it was a radiant god with no facial features.

The mighty god slowly bowed down and faced him with a faceless facial features, and the blazing divine light shone forward, and the majesty of the abyss and the sea slammed down from the sky.

The pressure fell a hundred times and a thousand times more than before, and he staggered and almost fell to his knees, leaving only a dazzling white and god's high, featureless face in front of him.

It was as if a thunderous voice rumbled in his heart again and again.

"When you see the gods, why don't you kneel?"

"When you see the gods, why don't you kneel?"

Ye Mingke tried his best to support his body, and the heavier majesty fell again, crushing him down on the ground full of muddy water, exploding the splashed muddy water.

He fell to the ground heavily, but laughed in the muddy water, and he looked up at the majestic god in front of him and laughed.

Laughing and laughing, but crying.

He suddenly chanted softly.

"If God has a spirit, why don't you see me sinking into infinite darkness forever?"

This is an old ballad that Da Bai has sung many times, desolate, tragic and desperate, and he suddenly understands what this song is trying to convey?

It was a group of sober and desperate people who had fallen into the eternal night and did not want to deceive themselves into believing in the gods.

They sang songs of renunciation from the gods in the lonely eternal night of despair, preferring to die sober, painful and noble.

Ye Mingke suddenly understood why he suddenly climbed this mountain in despair, the same answer he had received six years ago before he decided to endure the heavy and painful training, he didn't want to be like the baby in the Zhao orphan who died without knowing anything, he wanted an answer.

Although it may not be unsalvageable, he doesn't want to die in confusion.

He laughed wildly and roared as he struggled to his feet again from the muddy water

The inner obsession roared and overshadowed the majesty of the gods, and the huge pressure that fell from the sky was also avoided, and he dragged his broken body to meet the gods step by step, crossed the gods, and climbed to the top of the mountain.

Even in the most terrifying nightmares, he chooses to live soberly and proudly.

The moment he stepped on the top of the mountain, the majestic gods shattered, and the ubiquitous majestic pressure dissipated.

He stood alone on the top of a high mountain, looking around at the mountains around him.

Blank, likewise blank.

Many of the peaks around the town have vanished like the vanished houses in the town, leaving a large and abrupt void in their wake.

The originally beautiful landscape has become incomplete, deformed and grotesque.

"What kind of world is this?

He tugged at his heart, unable to hear an answer.

.......

In the heavy rain, the bamboo house of Jianlu.

A heavy and powerful sound of striking iron echoed in the rain curtain, and Uncle Jian sat beside the blazing stove, wielding a heavy hammer, his face reflected in the firelight as hard as iron.

"Bang"

The half-hidden door was pushed open, and a thin, soaked figure walked in from outside, with strong winds and torrential rain.

He took only one step in and did not go any further, his back against the dim light of the sky, his face hanging low in the darkness reflected by the fire in the room.

"Uncle, I've climbed the back mountain. He whispered.

"Qiang"

Uncle Jian didn't look back, and the heavy hammer slammed into the iron in front of him, making a piercing sound.

"I accomplished two goals. I don't want to listen to those answers you give me anymore, I want to exchange two goals for one answer I want to know. ”

He raised his head, his red eyes staring directly at Uncle Jian's face as hard as iron in the firelight.

He asked him—

"Is the town real?"

"Smack"

Uncle Jian suddenly stopped the hammer in his hand and raised his head to look at him.

"Boom"

There was a thunderclap in the sky, and a flash of electric light illuminated Ye Mingke's scorching eyes as red as flames.

Uncle Jian looked at him and was silent.

Silence hung between them like an invisible abyss.

For a long time, he asked.

"What is real?"

"What is the real ?......"

"Hahahaha......"

Ye Mingke suddenly burst out laughing, and his laughter was full of absurdity and ridicule. He smiled and laughed out of tears, looked at Uncle Jian with tears in his eyes, and said with a smile.

"Uncle, I understand. ”

What is true? True truth does not need to be demonstrated, is it true or true with additional premises?

He asked with a smile again.

"I want to ask one more question, are you and your aunt real?"

Uncle Jian was silent again.

Here's the next answer. ”

"To this day, you still want to hide it from me!!"

His calm voice suddenly rose sharply. Nameless anger burned his heart, his eyes were red, and every word seemed to hide a sword.

This was the first time he had spoken like this to his uncle.

Uncle Jian was silent for a long time, but he could only answer the last answer.

"What...... Is it real?"

"Smack"

The last string is broken.

Ye Mingke stepped back, retreating into the wind and rain outside the door, the corners of his mouth hooked up an extremely indifferent smile, and sneered.

"Heh, you said you would never lie to me, so what is your existence?"

He threw one last indifferent glance at Uncle Jian, turned around and ran into the wind and rain behind him, and walked away without looking back.

The rain was majestic, and Uncle Jian sat alone in a wheelchair looking at the direction where the back was far away, slightly drooping his eyelids and looking sad.

After all these years, have you still done something wrong?

What more can be done for him?

He turned his head, stared at the flames, and swung the hammer again, the monotonous and loud sound of striking iron echoing through the rain again.

In the midst of the blazing flames was a sword case that was about to take shape.

In the sound of striking iron, Long Yinling, who was holding an oil-paper umbrella and wearing a white coat, walked into the bamboo house from the wind and rain outside the door.

She put away her umbrella, looked at Jian Nantian, who was still focused on the iron by the fire, and said softly.

"Most of the outsiders in the town are gone, and many of them are gone, not only their own people, but also the magic circle. ”

"The Six Desolation Formations that were opened six years ago to escape from the high heavens have also reached their limit, and they can only hold on for a few more days at most. ”

"The town is almost untenable. ”

She turned her head to look at the majestic rainstorm outside the door, those rainstorms were mixed with scarlet blood at some point, and the sky seemed to freeze, no longer changing, and had been gloomy and depressed.

"I see. Jian Nantian listened and nodded, but did not stop the hammer in his hand.

Long Yinling looked at him and continued.

"That child is on the side of the big banyan tree, and if there is any danger, the big white will wake up and save him. You don't have to worry. ”

"Don't pay too much attention to what he just said, he's just ......"

She paused slightly.

He just couldn't accept it all at once, because it was too sudden and cruel for him. ”

"Why don't you tell him first, maybe he'll feel better. ”

"Qiang"

Uncle Jian struck the iron in front of him again and again, and he said slowly.

"I don't know how to tell him, and I don't know when to tell him so that he will be less in pain. ”

"Moreover, how much wind and rain can the Heart of Light withstand, which has not been calcined by the flames of hell?"

"He's a kid I taught. I've practiced swords all my life, but I can't give him a sword that cuts everything. ”

"I can only forge a sword case for him that can contain all sharp damage, and help him find the sword. ”

"It's the only thing I can give him. ”

"You've done your best, haven't you? In such a treacherous situation, you have bought him sixteen years of peace. ”

Long Yinling looked at his pale temples with gentle eyes.

"No matter how much suffering an adult endures, he is not innocent, because these sufferings are always inseparable from his own choices. But the child is innocent, and the suffering they suffer is pure fate, which has nothing to do with his own choice, and there is no time to prepare him for anything. ”

"But Minke has grown up, and is no longer the child who knows nothing and is not prepared for anything to face a cruel fate. For so many years, we have prepared swords and armor for him. ”

"I believe that when he arrives on the battlefield that belongs to him, he has enough courage to put on his armor, pick up his sword, and face his fate. ”

PS.“ If God has no soul, why don't you see me sinking forever and infinitely black" This sentence comes from the big "Seeking Demons" at the root of the ear, but it is only based on memory, which may be a little biased. The plot has become intense recently.,What do friends feel about the welcome message exchange.。