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The boy's voice was like a morning bell, echoing over and over again in the dreamlike expanse of the universe, and Batu Mozhigen's eyes widened, staring straight at the strangely smiling child, and he was speechless for a long time.

"Yes, I am you, I am you behind the mask. The young man said something meaningful, and if others could not hear the mystery in it, how could Batumozhigen not know it?

"This must be an illusion, tell the old man, what do you have to do to get out of here?" His eyes were bloodshot, and Iron Mask seemed to have fallen into a state of madness, he tried to hold on to the table, but he pounced.

The greasy little hand rubbed and wiped on the fur, and the young man licked the corners of his mouth and said with a wicked smile: "It's not impossible to leave here, unless...... Unless you die here, your corpse will leave the Gang Array, but it is destined to end up in the belly of the silkworm. ”

Batu Mozhigen's eyes showed disdain, and he laughed and said: "So the old man has to die today? It's ridiculous! The so-called man will conquer the sky, and everything in the world will be fixed?"

The laughter was full of vigor, but it was gradually drowned in the song and song, and suddenly the sword light suddenly rose, and the curtains on both sides rolled up, and dozens of ambushes rushed out, raising their knives and slashing at everyone. The sergeants are all wearing heavy armor and mink furs, and they are clearly Yelu Abaoji's guards.

The sound of killing was everywhere, and the seven nobles dispersed drunkenly, threw down the bottle and fled frantically, shouting filthy words in their mouths, and rampaging through the crowd, but where could they run out?

The young man had no fear on his face, always with a terrifying smile, looked at Batu Mozhigen coldly, and said word by word: "How is it, does it have a feeling of déjà vu?"

"No, how...... How is that possible?" Batumorigan clenched his scepter in excitement, his strong body trembling, "this...... This is the salt pond?"

The young man bowed his head, a dark shadow sprinkled with a handsome face, and he measured it: "That's right, this is the Hancheng Salt Pond on the Luan River in the southeast of Tanshan, a memory that you and I both want to erase, but we can't erase it." ”

It was as if his heart had stopped beating, and the feeling of suffocation was so merciless that he drowned Batumozhigen, and his eyes really shed bloody tears, slowly sliding down his face behind the mask, "This...... Is this the old man's memory, are you my imaginary self?"

"No, it's not a fantasy, it's not anyone's memory, everything you see is real, including death, including me. The young man sat in front of the desk, facing such a situation, not only was he not timid, but he did not dodge or dodge, and he was calm and leisurely, as if he was out of the matter, "As you can see, I am an independent and real existence in this world, I can see you, feel you, and you can't touch me." You can't change history, and you can't grasp the status quo. Yes, I know yourself better than you do, and I am the epitome of the sin in your heart, the branch of your life. ”

Batu Mozhigen was already dumbfounded, and couldn't help but be stunned on the spot, seeing the tribal army coming, already standing behind the young man, several people pulled out their waist knives, laughed wildly and slashed at the young man's body, the blade was extremely sharp, and the fur was instantly torn apart, revealing snow-white skin and countless blood marks on it.

The young man's body was stained with blood, bursts of crimson shot like a spring, he smiled evilly, as if he didn't know the pain, and his pale face was a little scarlet, revealing a hideous state.

His laughter was unusually clear, as if it had poisoned and sprinkled salt on Batumozhigen's wounds, indescribably harsh and strange.

Every time he slashed, although it was injured in the back of the boy's back, it hurt in Batu Mozhigen's body, as if some kind of soul possession Gu technique, using the young man as a medium, eating away at all Batu Mozhigen's will.

The whole body was torn like a sharp pain, no blood, but the pain penetrated into the muscles and bones, Batu Mozhigen knelt on one knee with a scepter, and he didn't know how sad he was behind the mask, and said angrily: "Enough, you want the old man's life to come and take it, why are you so tormented by me?"

The young man sat stiffly on the ground, just like that, he was cut by a knife and axe, and he was already covered with bruises, his mouth was full of blood, the corners of his mouth raised a strange arc, and he muttered to himself, and said with a smile: "I don't want to kill you, only you can kill yourself." He grinned, his body twitching and spasming, "Is it pain, is it angry? Is this pain familiar, this anger familiar?"

The red-veined mask was covered with the blood splashed by the young man, and it was stored in the fanged ghost's mouth along the iron mask, and the bloody breath poured straight into his nose, and Batu Mozhigen's mind was blank, and he subconsciously covered his ears and shouted: "Shut up, shut up...... Say no more, don't say it again......"

The sound shook the walls and collapsed, and there was a loud bang, but when I saw the boulder flying, it crushed the people who flowed under it, and in an instant, blood and mud were all over the field, and flesh foam flew sideways.

The main hall was instantly razed to the ground, and the smoke began to rise, and the shaking did not decrease by half a minute, and the earth actually sank away, forming this bottomless pit of 100 feet square.

The corpses in the hall slowly floated out of the dust, a blur of flesh and blood, white bones into pulp, and the depression was miserable, like a bloody pit of thousands of corpses.

The young man still had a breath, so stubborn that he dragged his broken body and struggled to crawl out of the pile of corpses, his limbs were shaking and shaking, barely connected by tendons and veins, and it seemed that he might fall at any time.

He dragged out a string of blood, covering the viscous and dark red slurry, and after several twists and turns, he finally crawled at the feet of Batu Mozhigen, his eyes were full of pity, and Fang Cai's evil yin damage was almost like two people, he said in a trembling voice: "Help me, help me, aren't you a priest, how can you see death and not save me?"

Batu Mozhigen knelt in a pool of blood, the purple feather Qiu Yu was covered in blood, and the feathers were sticking together, looking extremely embarrassed. He felt an unusually sharp pain all over him, as if he had really been dismembered alive, and this pain was so familiar, I don't know if it was from the real thing, or if it was the inexorable revival of memory.

He endured the sharp pain in his heart, gasping for breath, and found that he was close to this dying man, and the appearance of the young man was very familiar, as if time and space overlapped, and the scenes of the past kept coming to mind.

Yes, the boy was himself, his memories were slowly patched together, overlapping and overlapping, and he thought of his future self as a real shaman, praying to "Batu Mozhigen" in an attempt to prolong his life with some kind of sorcery that he did not yet know.

"Aren't you a priest, how can you see death and not save ......," Batu Mozhigen repeated the sentence with the young man repeatedly, a wry smile on his face.

The sound of beeps was endless, and for some reason, the mass grave actually burned on its own, and the raging flames burned the skin, and the soaring flames reflected the blue sky and blood red.

The fire snake crawled onto his body, entangled the boy deadly, his pale blood face slowly turned black in the fire, and his bloody eyes were the same as those of Batu Mozhigen.