Corpse Retriever.

Chapter 216

The old master has never been to Beijing.

Indeed, for most Chinese people, there are too many channels and ways to know and understand this place. Even if they have never been here, they can still dream about the environment here.

But, it is impossible to dream about this orange cat.

The details of this cat are so clear and distinct, it is the same cat that I was holding at the beginning.

It is the cat in the palace, and also the anchor of my memory.

Through it, Li Zhuiyuan could be sure that this was not his great-grandfather's dream, but his own dream.

Picking up the cat, Li Zhuiyuan took A'li down the stairs.

The boy has had an extraordinary memory since he was young. Although he cannot compare with some of the genius classmates he has met who have photographic memory, he can remember it after just looking at it a few more times.

What's more, he had sat here for many days.

The damage on the steps and the gaps in the floor tiles below, everything the leader could see when he was sitting there, also matched up.

Even without the orange cat in his arms, Li Zhuiyuan would have come to the same conclusion when he walked here.

At present, we can only guess that it was the luck-changing ritual that Grandpa had arranged for us that exchanged our dreams.

This dream should be a metaphor, with profound meaning behind it.

But Li Zhuiyuan is not sure what it specifically symbolizes.

And...where did Grandpa go?
The reason why the young man followed the paper man in immediately when he first touched the grandfather was that he was afraid that the Qing zombies would come out first like last time.

But after coming in, apart from the cat, Li Zhuiyuan did not see the grandfather or the zombies.

In front of him, the huge area between Taihe Gate and Taihe Hall seemed empty, with only himself, A'li and a cat.

Just as Li Zhuiyuan was hesitating about which direction to search next, he heard the sound of a bell.

“Dingle bell…Dingle bell…”

Along with the sound of the bells, there was also a strong, pungent smell of fragrant oil.

Instantly, a strong feeling of nausea came over Li Zhuiyuan. He felt a cramp in his stomach and felt dizzy. He let go of the orange cat in his arms, squatted down, and his breathing became extremely rapid.

Beside him, A'li also squatted down and looked at him.

Compared with the current severe discomfort, Li Zhuiyuan was more shocked by the cause of this intense discomfort.

Because, no matter whether it was the sound of the bell or the smell of the sesame oil, no matter how annoying and choking they were, he should be able to bear them easily now. After all, since he walked along the river, he had experienced countless scenes that were countless times more disgusting, and his resistance and endurance had been honed to an extremely high level.

Furthermore, I have entered here in a Yin state, and the discomfort in my physical senses should not be transmitted so clearly.

The most important thing is that I was the only one affected, while Ari beside me had no reaction at all.

This means that this scene does not trigger the present moment, but rather the post-traumatic stress disorder left over from an experience in the past.

But the problem is that this part does not exist in my memory at all.

While the young man continued to endure the pain, he quickly "took out" the memory in his mind and flipped through it. He was sure that those days were very ordinary. Li Lan brought him here every morning and took him home in the evening when she got off work.

He didn't have to go to Li Lan or the canteen for lunch, because Li Lan would put water, biscuits and egg cakes in his small schoolbag in advance.

Although there are a constant stream of tourists here, there are armed police standing guard everywhere. Moreover, Li Lan never worries that her son will be stupid enough to be cheated by others.

The sound of the bell... was at the place where I came in earlier, on that step, which was also the place where I sat most often during that period of time.

Li Zhuiyuan struggled to stand up and walked up the stairs again.

After walking up again, the sound of the bell became clearer, the smell of the sesame oil became stronger, and Li Zhuiyuan's painful reaction became stronger.

But soon, the sound of the bells began to move and the smell of the sesame oil began to fade.

It is human instinct to avoid pain. Li Zhuiyuan is now overcoming this instinct and moving forward guided by the intensity of his own pain.

A'li did not persuade him to give up, but just supported him silently.

In the past, no matter how difficult the environment was, Li Zhuiyuan could overcome and endure it quickly, just like the last time in the high tower, but this time, he found himself unable to adapt.

This proves that every pain has traces in the past, and what you are experiencing is not just a single pain, but a long series of painful experiences.

He had walked here before, turned here before, walked down the stairs here before, and entered through this door before. Every step he took was extremely uncomfortable. Now he was walking the same path he had walked before.

But how is this possible? Why don’t I have any memory of this?
The young man suddenly thought of the wave of ghosts in his dream. After waking up, he also lost his memory of the dream. Although important things seemed to be intact, the specific scene still could not be pieced together.

Since my memory was erased after I crossed the river, did my childhood self also experience this?

No matter how smart I was at that time, I had not yet entered the door and did not understand the mysteries of the world. It was normal that I did not notice that my memory had been tampered with.

But why was he here? And who had done this to him?

Li Zhuiyuan gritted his teeth and continued to move forward, but he forced himself to cheer up.

He began to actively listen to the sound of the bell and identify the smell of the fragrant oil.

Due to the nature of Li Lan's work at that time, he followed her to many venues and units when he was a child. Bells are a relatively common magical instrument. Different textures and craftsmanship can produce different sounds.

As for the taste of the sesame oil, it is even more particular. The ingredients and formulas used in temples of different sects and the donations from different groups of believers will all result in differences in taste.

Soon, the image of a Tantric monk emerged in Li Zhuiyuan's mind.

The monk held a string of silver bells wrapped in puff pastry, and the scent of fragrant oil wafted from his body.

Beijing has always been a place where religious sects gather, and the Qing Dynasty was the peak of the feudal system. The rulers regarded religious sects as a means to strengthen their rule. Many temples far away in the border areas had scaled-down versions here, and at the very least, their branches would be drawn in.

The boy remembered him.

He once stroked her head, held her hand, and introduced her to the historic instruments in the glass cabinet, but that was only a single encounter.

It turned out that I had seen him for the second time.

He had been here before, came behind him, rang the bell at him as he sat there, and led him forward.

Not knowing how long he had walked, Li Zhuiyuan observed the changes in the surrounding palaces and found that he had "followed" to the Zhenshun Gate of Ningshou Palace.

In the corner of the courtyard in front, there appeared a well, surrounded by a white fence. The well wall was convex and the well mouth was very narrow.

This is... Zhenfei Well.

In the first two days when Li Lan came here to work, she took herself on a tour and gave explanations in the time before and after get off work.

At that time, Li Lan still looked like a normal mother.

However, she probably realized that her son would remember it once he had seen or heard it, so she was too lazy to continue playing with him. She then threw him back to the palace and went about her own business.

This well is particularly famous because Empress Dowager Cixi ordered people to throw Concubine Zhen into it. Many tourists who come to visit will stop by here.

In fact, the well mouths at that time were very large, not as small as they are now. The well mouths now are so narrow that it is impossible to throw people in.

The seventy-four wells in the Imperial Palace after the founding of the People's Republic of China have all been renovated for safety reasons. The wellheads that can be seen now are actually well pressure stones.

Why was I brought here in the first place?
As doubts arose in his mind, Li Zhuiyuan soon gained further understanding.

"Pfft..."

He seemed to hear the sound of someone falling into the water, and then, a terrible feeling of suffocation and boundless despair surged towards him like a tide.

Li Zhuiyuan knelt down and stretched his hands upward, instinctively trying to reach something.

All the painful feelings that had accompanied me along the way seemed to be a preparation at this moment, just for the rapid outbreak at the moment!
"what……"

Although Li Zhuiyuan is still outside the well, the feeling of drowning is so delicate and real. Although the rational memory is lost, the emotional things are retained.

But this feeling cannot be felt or found on a normal day, and it can only be triggered again in the corresponding environment.

I have fallen into this well before.

Do not,
I didn't fall into the well by accident. It was impossible for me to move the well-control stone at that time. Combined with the sound of the bell and the smell of fragrant oil, I knew that someone must have thrown me into the well.

The terrible suffering continues, and the most despairing thing is that you don’t know when it will end.

Li Zhuiyuan's vision began to blur. He seemed to be able to see A'li shaking him constantly with concern in her eyes, but gradually, A'li's figure became blurred and his surroundings became dim.

In the dim environment, there were lights on, the dim light illuminated something, which looked like a memorial tablet or talisman paper.

The place where Ahri was originally located was replaced by a figure in white palace dress. She was also at the bottom of the well, standing with one leg straight and the other bent.

Before the Eight-Nation Alliance attacked, Cixi ordered people to throw Concubine Zhen into the well before she fled Beijing. A year later, when Cixi returned to Beijing, she had Concubine Zhen fished out of the well. In other words, Concubine Zhen had been soaking in this well for more than a year.

At this time, Li Zhuiyuan saw the blurry white figure and began to move towards him.

When the distance was shortened, she raised her arms and grabbed her own neck with both hands.

But she didn't mean to strangle herself. Instead, she strangled herself and started pulling backwards.

It seemed like it wanted to take me away, but I didn't move at all.

But the next moment, as the white figure retreated, Li Zhuiyuan saw with his own eyes that "himself" was captured by her.

An identical self.

Soon, an even more incredible scene appeared. He saw that the "self" who was captured was also looking at him.

Li Zhuiyuan lowered his head and found a pair of creepy white hands on his neck.

The two "selves" at this moment present a strange sense of symmetrical mirroring.

Finally, accompanied by a non-existent "splash" sound, I seemed to float to the surface of the water.

Li Zhuiyuan began to breathe heavily, just like he had done before.

Suddenly, the smell of the sesame oil became stronger, and an incredibly strong psychedelic feeling came over me.

My eyelids suddenly felt very heavy and my consciousness slowly faded.

At the same time, a conversation was heard:

"Did it succeed?"

"Mr. Li, you asked me to help your son get rid of his inner demons, but I have never seen any inner demons in your son."

"He has it, right under that human skin of his, I'm sure of it."

"I didn't see the inner demon, unless the inner demon that Mr. Li was talking about was your son himself."

"Did it succeed?"

"Failed."

"as a result of."

"Based on your previous description to me, Mr. Li, if you had another patient with the same condition as a reference.

Your son's illness will be stimulated by this failed seal, and will break out earlier and more severely than hers, and will be more difficult to control."

"Well, I see."

"I will help him erase the memory of the failed seal and try not to aggravate his condition. Although, according to the Central Plains, doing so is a drop in the bucket, but... it's better than nothing."

"Seal his memory. It has nothing to do with his illness. I just want him to call me mom for a few more years."

"Mr. Li, I'd better check it for you as well."

"No need. You can't even handle my son, and I won't let you waste my time."

"Yes, I am ashamed."

The conversation faded away.

All the discomfort completely disappeared at this moment.

Li Zhuiyuan supported himself on the ground with his hands, breathing heavily.

Ali stared at the boy, and she saw the coldness in his eyes.

The young man slowly clenched his fists with his hands supporting the ground.

If Li Lan was just taking all kinds of weird methods to cure herself in advance, he could understand it.

But now, he discovered that Li Lan was not only treating him...she was using him as a test subject.

She was "testing the medicine" on herself to determine if it was effective so that she could use it on herself.

This is indeed consistent with her style of doing things and the rational style of both mother and son.

She should have discovered early on that the normal child she wanted to give birth to would have the same disease as her.

As a newborn, he had no way of hiding from her eyes. Moreover, at first he thought that his mother would be like other parents and like smart and sensible children, so he would deliberately show his extraordinary intelligence to win his mother's favor.

For her, since she was unable to give birth to a normal child to serve as a reliance for her to consolidate her human skin, it would be better to take it away as soon as possible and make the best use of it.

No wonder my illness broke out earlier and more seriously than Li Lan’s. You are really a good mother to me.

Li Zhuiyuan stood up and walked towards the Zhenfei Well.

Now he knew what was in the well and what the dream meant.

Li Zhuiyuan stood beside the well. Although he knew what he was going to see next, he still lowered his head and looked into the well.

Reflected in the water of the well was a face exactly like his own, with the same expression and the same cold gaze.

A'li came over, held his hand, and looked down.

At the same time, Ari's face also emerged on the surface of the water in the well.

That high-ranking Tantric monk wanted to help him suppress his inner demons.

But he failed.

The reason for the failure was simple: Li Zhuiyuan had no inner demons.

Just as the monk said, if you have to say there is something, it is yourself, the demon in your heart.

After entering the Taoist sect, Li Zhuiyuan read many books. Some of these books were beneficial to his current growth and must be read; some books had no practical value, and he read them only to try to explore his own illness.

Now he is proficient in formations, feng shui, and puppetry. He tamed Ayou's Yin spirit and sealed Binbin's resentful baby.

Therefore, looking at himself with what he had learned, he knew very well that he had no inner demons, no split personality, no evil spirits inhabiting him, and no reincarnation...

His illness is so pure that it couldn't be more pure.

The books and fragmentary records left by Wei Zhengdao also fully confirmed this point. Because with Wei Zhengdao's ability, if the illness was really caused by one of the above reasons, it would be too easy for him to solve it.

People like them are born freaks.

It was like a piece of terrifying black jade. When it was first born, that is, just dug out, its surface was still covered with mud.

As we grow older, impurities on the epidermis will gradually fall off, and the so-called onset of the disease is nothing more than the time has come for the epidermis to fall off completely, revealing our true self.

Being able to cure a disease is actually a kind of happiness, but what if this disease is your most normal state?

"Ari, the one below is also me.

I had been sealed here before and failed, but the sequelae of the failure had always been there, and it was constantly aggravating the worsening of my condition.

My great grandfather used a fortune-changing formation to divert this dream away, which meant that it was my great grandfather who had been helping me suppress my illness for such a long time.

No, to be precise, it was my grandfather who helped me prevent things from getting worse.

The recovery and changes in me are the result of my own efforts.”

The reason for this explanation is that Li Zhuiyuan doesn't want A'li to misunderstand that he is the girl's window, and he has to tell the girl that he has been working hard.

The factors that aggravated the condition were removed by my grandfather, but the condition remains the same. There are obvious changes between me now and my past self, and that is all the result of my own active "recovery".

“I suspect that it’s because I’m walking along the river, or because I’m becoming more and more powerful, and the things I’m involved in are getting heavier and heavier. Anyway, Grandpa can’t help me suppress it anymore, and I can’t just watch Grandpa continue to suffer for me.

I didn’t know it before, but now that I know it, I can’t play dumb anymore.

Now, I want to take this dream back.

I know that the consequence of doing this will cause my condition to suddenly worsen, but I am not afraid.

Because I have recovered before, and I have felt the firmness of the skin on my face, and I have felt this beauty.

So, even if my condition gets worse, I have the confidence to get through it again.

A road that you have walked once will not be so difficult to walk a second time.

Ah Li, thank you for giving me a hand. "

The girl nodded.

She understood because she could relate.

For some people, seeing the light and then returning to darkness is a torture; but for some people, eyes that have seen the light can give them greater courage to walk out of the darkness again.

Li Zhuiyuan made this choice mainly because he wanted to help his grandfather get rid of the pain that came from himself, and secondly because if he wanted to completely cure his illness, he had to make his illness a complete whole.

Just like a child learning to ride a bike, the grandfather holds onto the rear seat with both hands to help himself maintain balance. It looks like he is riding, but if he really wants to learn it thoroughly, he must let go of the hands that are holding onto the rear seat.

Grandpa has been helping me for long enough, now it's time to let him take a rest.

Li Zhuiyuan squatted down beside the well and reached his hand into the well.

The reflection of myself in the water is doing the same thing.

The water level in the well began to rise continuously, and the distance between myself and the other end was gradually shortening.

The fingertips of both parties touched one point.

The next moment, the hands of both parties suddenly grabbed each other.

He didn't know whether he had caught the other person or the other person had caught him. Li Zhuiyuan only felt dizzy and the self in the wellhead was gradually fading.

At this moment, the voice of the Tantric monk came from the well again.

"Son, your mother is gone.

I leave these words in your memory, but I don't know whether you will be able to hear them in the future.

Being free from emotion and love, and having no attachments, is the ultimate freedom. We have been searching for the Buddhist path all our lives but have not found it, but you were born into it.

Originally you are a Bodhi seed, why do you attract dust?

If you hear this, it proves that you and I are destined to be together. I am waiting for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of orderly footsteps was heard in the distance. With every step, the surrounding palaces trembled.

Zombies are coming.

Li Zhuiyuan immediately looked at Ah Li and said to her, "Go away, leave this dream!"

Ahri didn't hesitate, she let go of the boy's hand and ran towards the side door on the other side, and her figure disappeared.

Li Zhuiyuan stood where he was. It was not that he didn't want to leave, but that he couldn't leave because the handover of this dream had not yet been completed.

Rows of zombies dressed in Qing Dynasty official robes jumped in.

Their official robes were brand new and their corpses had a strong smell, which meant that they were not wild, but were raised and bred by humans.

Li Zhuiyuan remembered the lights and the tablets and talismans behind them that he had seen in the darkness at the bottom of the well. Each of those tablets represented a zombie.

They were the preparation parts in the original attempt to seal himself. To be precise, the Tantric monk had intended to separate his inner demons and use the zombies' corpse qi as the core of the formation to suppress them.

But because the beginning was wrong, the subsequent arrangements could not be used.

However, they were indeed lost in this dream of mine.

No wonder Taiye was chased by zombies after taking over his dream. When the owner of the dream changed, these zombies had a new target.

But after chewing over the last words that the monk secretly left for him, combined with the scene of so many zombies entering the scene, Li Zhuiyuan, who was well versed in the art of formation, saw the other party's purpose of hiding underwater:
If one succeeds in removing one's inner demon, the other party will not only want to suppress the inner demon, but also want to manipulate and influence oneself by controlling the inner demon.

Since you said that you and I are destined to be together... then I will come to your house to pay you a proper visit sometime in the future.

Soon, a large number of zombies gathered around Li Zhuiyuan. They formed a circle, raised their arms high, and spewed corpse gas from their mouths at Li Zhuiyuan. At this time, the figure reflected in the water surface of the well finally disappeared. This dream was taken back by Li Zhuiyuan.

Li Zhuiyuan raised his hand, intending to expel the corpse qi and break their encirclement. Now he could even suppress these zombies back easily.

But as soon as the boy raised his hand, a strong sense of detachment immediately rose in his heart.

He hadn't experienced this feeling for a long time. In the past, he only felt a kind of discomfort that could be overcome.

This is the feeling of a complete outbreak of the disease, the urge to completely fall off the human skin and clean out everything that is irrelevant.

"Are you going to come out again? This time, I'll let you out!"

Surrounded by a group of zombies, the boy gave up resistance and slowly lowered his head towards the wellhead.

……

East room.

Ahri sat up from the bed.

Liu Yumei turned her head and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

The old lady looked up at the time again. It was still too early to get up and dress.

Ali got out of bed, wearing a white pajamas and walking barefoot to the door, pulled out the bolt, pushed the door open, and walked out.

Liu Yumei opened her mouth and wanted to remind her granddaughter that it was inappropriate for her to meet Xiaoyuan in this state, but the old lady immediately realized something, stood up, walked to the door, and watched her granddaughter disappear into the building.

The old lady lowered her head and looked at the threshold under her feet. She was hesitating whether to go out at this moment.

She was not worried about whether her good fortune would be backfired if she took action at Li Sanjiang's house, nor did she care about the cause and effect of walking along the river. She was afraid that if she went out now, she would not only be unable to help, but would even make things worse.
After all, the scene tonight was arranged by Xiaoyuan himself, and he must have his own purpose. If I act rashly, there is a risk of disrupting the kid's plan.

Liu Yumei pursed her lips and ultimately did not step out of the door, but sat down on the threshold.

The old lady, who has been used to being elegant all her life, rarely has such a down-to-earth attitude.

She was waiting. If her help was really needed, even if Xiaoyuan didn't call her, her granddaughter would find a way to notify her.

Liu Yumei tapped on the door with her fingertips.

She knew that after this noise, Ali and A Ting, who lived in the room at the south end of the east wing, would immediately get ready.

Finally, the old lady glanced under the bed.

There was a sword box under the bed, with a sword in it.

But sometimes, an obvious opponent is easier to deal with, and if something goes wrong with yourself, it is often more difficult to deal with.

"This child has a sense of propriety. It's okay."

……

A'li, who had just finished walking in the Yin state, came out of the east room, entered the building, and came to the second floor, just in time to see the young man walking out of Li Sanjiang's room.

The young man saw her, but there was no color in his eyes, and his gaze did not even pause.

Seeing her is like seeing her.

The boy opened the door of his room and walked in.

A Li followed in.

Li Zhuiyuan walked to the desk, ran his fingertips over the books on it, and pulled out a book called "Records of Strange Tales from the Jianghu".

Li Zhuiyuan had actually finished reading these books a long time ago, and he did not put the complete set of "Jianghu Zhiguai Lu" here. The reason he chose this book and put it within easy reach on the desk was because a word in the book had been changed.

Wei Zhengdao——pseudo righteousness.

I remember that after Li Sanjiang completed the luck-changing ceremony that night, I fell into a coma. When I woke up the next day, I found that this entry had been modified in the book.

At that time, I suspected that this was probably something I did unconsciously.

Facts have proved that this is indeed the case. Looking back with today's perspective, even without counting Li Sanjiang's good fortune, just because Liu Yumei, Qin Li and Liu Ting all live here, it would be impossible for a thief to get in.

Li Zhuiyuan now remembered that after the luck-changing ceremony that night, Li Sanjiang became drowsy and as if he was drunk.

It was him who helped Li Sanjiang lie back on the bed.

Although this old man prevented him from returning to his most original state and forced him to continue to retain his dirty and stupid human skin, he could vaguely feel that this old man seemed to have also shared something extremely precious with him.

At that time, I had not yet started, so I didn't know what it was.

I just think it's a good deal and in my own interest to exchange it for the human skin to keep it for a longer period of time.

Now I understand clearly that this is a blessing.

This is a rare good thing that even the Dragon King has to hide here just to get a share of it.

That night, after returning to my room, I started reading "Records of Strange Tales from the Jianghu".

The obstruction of human skin slowed down my comprehension and I only vaguely sensed something was wrong, but I failed to see the true meaning of the book's words.

Although the whole book is full of "destroyed by the righteous path", it actually expresses a kind of mockery of the rules of heaven, and also contains the sarcasm of making the other party unable to do anything to oneself.

This was a very smart man. In his time, he was playing a very dangerous game, and it seemed that he was playing it very well.

Unfortunately, he was a very ancient figure and has died.

No, if someone who could write this book and laugh at the rules of nature wanted to live, he should be able to find a loophole to survive.

This was my own thought at the time.

Now Li Zhuiyuan certainly knows who Wei Zhengdao is, and also knows that he is his fellow patient.

Li Zhuiyuan gently touched the words he had modified with his fingertips again and murmured:

"You are actually pursuing suicide. How foolish and short-sighted."

At this time, Li Zhuiyuan turned his head and looked at the girl who entered his room.

The current Li Zhuiyuan is Li Zhuiyuan himself.

He now recalled the memory of that night, and remembered that after he finished reading the book and changed the word, when he lay down on the bed, he tore off the string that symbolized that he would continue to be a human being.

The reason why I lost my memory of that night was that I was unable to connect with my "self" at that time and was not qualified to inherit and continue the thinking logic in my self's memory. In order to prevent myself from having self-cognitive bias after waking up, I deliberately forgot this memory.

Now that I have returned to my true self, that memory has naturally been retrieved again.

Li Zhuiyuan touched the paper lightly with his fingertips. In this way, his "lost memory" in the wave of dream ghosts was also the same.

It should be that Wei Zhengdao deliberately erased it for himself, because that dream memory was too deeply involved with Emperor Fengdu and the turtle. The best way to protect himself was to forget that memory.

In the future, when my strength and destiny are further improved, I will be able to retrieve my lost memories like I do now.

Li Zhuiyuan opened the wordless book, and on that page, the "Evil Book" was still a skeleton.

The boy gently stroked the picture with his fingers.

The picture changed, and it raised its head and looked at the boy.

A bony face could actually express an expression of fear.

Wow, did you notice that the people who turn the pages of books are different now?
Li Zhuiyuan knew what it wanted. It wanted blood, essence and blood. He could give it that. Then he would use the blood to make a rubbing of the painting it was in, and make rubbings of the second and third pages of this wordless book.

In this way, wouldn't the efficiency of deduction be immediately improved?
Don't worry about it rebelling. It has already been sealed in a wordless book, so there's no point in causing any more trouble.

The old lady lives here. If anything happens, just throw the book to her. She has the responsibility of the Dragon King's Gate and will definitely take care of it.

If all else fails, I can throw it to the guy in the peach forest. What a fool, he actually thought of suppressing himself to death in the end. He followed Wei Zhengdao for nothing, and it would be a waste to just lie there and wait to die without any use.

As for the right blood essence...

Li Zhuiyuan set his eyes on A'li again.

Her blood is definitely what the Evil Book wants.

Anyway, all she has in her eyes is me. She will give me whatever I ask for. She will definitely be willing to give me some blood every day.

But Liu Ting was good at medicine and they were afraid that she would find out and cause trouble, so they had to find a way to help the girl hide after losing blood.

No, there is no need to hide it. As long as the girl is willing, Liu Ting can't do anything, and the old lady can't stop it.

This Dragon King's family should never have been inherited. I have never been to the old house, and have never taken anything from it. Instead, I have been burdened with so many karmas, and so many shackles inherited from the Dragon King.

People like me should learn from Wei Zhengdao and cross the river quietly without worrying about anything else. This way, even the control of the Heavenly Dao on me will be much less.

However, since the wrong decision has been made, in order to ensure the maximization of benefits in the future, it is necessary to continue acting. Since they are willing to die for themselves and sacrifice for the so-called inheritance of the Dragon King, then leave the next wave to them and let them help themselves get through the wave easily at the cost of their lives.

Li Zhuiyuan looked at Ah Li again and said:

"Ari, give me your..."

Li Zhuiyuan was stunned. He couldn't even utter the word "blood".

Not only that, a strong feeling of discomfort appeared in his body, his mouth was open, and his expression seemed a little painful.

I have had similar experiences frequently before. Every time I had to make a choice that went against my rationality, I would feel physically uncomfortable.

Unexpectedly, it can be reversed now.

Why can't I use her blood? She is my material, this is her value!
I now need to race against time. I have to deduce the team formation before the next wave comes!

"Ari, give me your..."

Tried again, but failed again.

In addition to pain, there was also a hint of anger on Li Zhuiyuan's face.

No, anger, why would I have such a stupid emotion as anger?

Li Zhuiyuan stood up, left his chair and walked to the large mirror in the wardrobe.

He outside the mirror had a painful expression, but the self in the mirror was very calm, with a smile on his lips.

"You're cutting with me?"

A smile appeared on Li Zhuiyuan's face, as if he knew something extremely ridiculous.

"Do you know what you are doing? You are me and I am you... No, I am the real us. We are one, and there is no inner demon at all."

A'li walked over. From her perspective, Li Zhuiyuan in the mirror and Li Zhuiyuan in reality had exactly the same expressions, with no difference.

But inexplicably, she felt a sense of intimacy and familiarity towards the boy in the mirror.

Li Zhuiyuan continued to talk to himself in front of the mirror:

"Don't waste your energy. Li Lan has already lost, and Wei Zhengdao has no way to treat this disease.

You know you are going to fail, so why are you still struggling?
Is it reluctance or regret?
These are all very low-level human emotions.

We can obviously pursue something higher, farther and more interesting.

Isn't it deliberately targeting us because of Wei Zhengdao's precedent?

Wei Zhengdao is a failure because he actually thought about committing suicide in the end.

We are not.

We can be more ruthless, more extreme and more exaggerated than Wei Zhengdao!"

Li Zhuiyuan tried hard to persuade, but the smile on his face in the mirror became even wider.

Li Zhuiyuan, who was outside the mirror, also raised his hand blankly. He reflected on what he had just said and his tone:
"No, why, why am I so emotional?"

……

In the next room.

Li Sanjiang woke up from his dream, and his calves suddenly cramped because he had kicked them too many times while dreaming.

"hiss……"

Li Sanjiang immediately got off the bed in pain and tried to straighten the cramped leg.

But after getting out of bed, his steps went soft and he lost his balance. He staggered back several steps, then fell headfirst to the ground with a bang.

He fell and fainted.

The place where he was lying was exactly the area where he had drawn the transfer formation.

Li Sanjiang, in a daze, came to a familiar place again.

"Again?"

Li Sanjiang looked helpless. This dream was becoming more and more outrageous. It started from happening every few days to happening every day, and now it was happening twice a day?
"Hey, where are the zombies?"

Li Sanjiang was not happy about not seeing zombies.

Because the scariest thing about zombies is not when they appear, but when you don't know when they will appear.

This is just like the ghost movies he used to watch with Runsheng. The sound effects and atmosphere before the ghosts appeared were the most heart-wrenching, but after the ghosts came out, it was just like that.

Li Sanjiang decided to look for them, at least to find out where they had retreated to.

After searching for a while, Li Sanjiang finally found it.

He stuck his head out from the Zhenshun Gate.

"Ha, you're all here!"

Immediately afterwards, Li Sanjiang let out a cry of surprise. Wasn't the man surrounded by a group of zombies and spitting out black air his own Xiao Yuanhou?

At this moment, even though he knew that this was a dream, even if Xiao Yuanhou in the dream was in danger, Li Sanjiang would go to rescue him without hesitation.

Li Sanjiang jumped out and shouted to the zombies:

"Hey, everyone line up, follow me!"

Among the zombies, Li Zhuiyuan, who was about to use some means to isolate the corpse qi and proceed to the next step, raised his head in some surprise.

Shouldn't the master have woken up already?

Why did I enter the dream again?

But I watched the grandfather shouting "One, two, one, two, one..." and taking the zombies away in an orderly manner.

Li Zhuiyuan, who already had a smile on his face, couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Hehehe..."

……

"Hehehe..."

In reality, Li Zhuiyuan stood in front of the wardrobe, looking at himself in the mirror, his smile becoming brighter and brighter.

The anger in his heart also grew stronger and stronger.

He should be angry, but he is even more angry that he is actually angry!

Li Zhuiyuan in the mirror: "Okay, you've come out to get some fresh air. Now, you can go back."

Li Zhuiyuan in front of the closet: "What are you talking about? What do you rely on? Let me go back. I am the real me."

Li Zhuiyuan in the mirror: "I found a new way to treat the disease, I want to try it."

Li Zhuiyuan in front of the closet: "What method?"

Li Zhuiyuan in the mirror: "Inner demon."

Li Zhuiyuan in front of the closet: "Haha, you know very well that there is no such thing as inner demons between us."

"Now I have it." Li Zhuiyuan in the mirror pointed at himself and said, "You are right, we are one, there is no such thing as a demon between us. But now, I take the initiative to recognize you as the subject, and voluntarily turn myself into a demon!"

next moment,
Li Zhuiyuan's body in front of the wardrobe began to tremble violently.

He had not expected that the other person would actually use this method to cut ties with him. If he had no inner demon, then he would give up his true body and become an inner demon.

"How much do you hate your real self?"

Li Zhuiyuan in the mirror: "I heard all your inner voices just now. You like this, and this 'me' like this, make me feel sick."

"Do you think you can suppress me? Your behavior will only make it easier for me to completely remove you!"

"you try."

Li Zhuiyuan in front of the wardrobe opened his right hand, blood mist began to rise, ceramic ribbons appeared, and the formation began to take shape.

At this moment, the girl who had been standing beside him grabbed his right hand.

"What are you going to do?"

The girl's eyes were fixed on the boy, and at the same time, her nails slowly pierced into the boy's palm.

The last time the girl did this was when she saw the scars on the boy’s palms from self-harm.

Li Zhuiyuan wanted to pull her away, but he found that every time he wanted to take a move to hurt her, he would naturally stop.

Just like before, when he wanted her to donate blood to him, he couldn't say the word "blood" at all.

Inner demon, inner demon, inner demon...

It is indeed a demon in the heart.

Because he found that he was really influenced and bewitched.

The control of the body and the initiative of consciousness are gradually being taken away from us at this moment.

"When I wake up next time, you will no longer be me. I will be able to eliminate you more easily because you have fallen into depravity, and I am the original self."

However, before being suppressed, he still raised his hand. He wanted to test the girl's strength.

This is very important for him in the future, because the girl has always been a member of his team, and the most important one.

He waved his hand down.

The girl just continued to stare at him, her nails digging deep into his palms, with no intention of dodging at all.

Li Zhuiyuan was desperate. He knew he could not test the girl anymore because she firmly believed that he would not hurt her.

The hand that was waved down fell weakly from the girl's hair.

The boy closed his eyes and fell backwards.

……

"Ouch……"

Li Sanjiang climbed up from the tiles. He felt a little pain on the back of his head. Then, because he had slept on the hard and cold tiles all night, his back and waist ached.

Next room.

Li Zhuiyuan, lying on the bed, opened his eyes.

His expression was somewhat numb, and his eyes were full of confusion.

Last night's experience was like a very long dream, and it was now difficult for him to tell whether he was in a dream or reality.

At this moment, almost out of habit, the boy lying on the bed turned his head to the side.

He saw a girl in a red dress, standing in front of a drawing table and painting.

The girl noticed that he was awake and turned to look at him.

Along with her, the morning sunshine also came over.

There was a gleam in the boy's eyes.

Its daybreak.

(End of this chapter)