Outside of Time

The ancestor of the Vajra Sect was stunned, and Shadow also showed countless eyes.

"Is it possible that this sentence is explaining an existence that I didn't notice?" Xu Qing said calmly.

"Besides, this ancestor Danqing has always addressed me with four words, the guardian lord, but this explanation is two words, the lord."

"Such an obvious place, but I just ignored it strangely before." Xu Qing's eyes were cold.

"So, how many prisoners are there in the Dingyisaner District I am guarding?"

Xu Qing narrowed his eyes and recalled in his mind.

"The first one is a cloud beast."

"The second one is a daughter of the human race."

"The thirteenth" Xu Qing paused, and a cold breath rose from his body at this moment.

"The fourth one, who is it?" Xu Qing murmured, and his pupils began to shrink.

The ancestor of the Vajra Sect on the side was about to speak, but he was also stunned. He couldn't remember it, and then his whole body trembled, and there was fear in his eyes.

Shadow was also at a loss.

"Who is the fifth one? Or, who are the ones from the fourth to the twelfth? Why can't I remember?" Xu Qing spoke softly, taking out the jade slip of the prisoners' information from his body, and checking it. No matter how he counted, there were always fourteen.

But he just couldn't remember the nine in the middle.

It was very strange.

It was in the jade slip, and Xu Qing felt that he had seen it, but he couldn't remember it when he thought about it carefully.

"The previous guard also introduced the prisoners, and he didn't seem to mention the nine in the middle, but I thought it was normal at the time."

"Interesting." Xu Qing's eyes flashed coldly, and he opened the storage bag, wanting to record everything he had realized, but after thinking about it, he did not use the jade slip, but took out a blank bamboo slip.

There were many bamboo slips in his storage bag.

On this bamboo slip, he engraved everything he thought of now, word by word.

In the last line, Xu Qing wrote five words and a question mark.

The power of the gods?

After doing this, Xu Qing stood up and walked out of the sword pavilion in the dark night.

The rain was still falling outside, and the ground was full of puddles. Xu Qing walked on them and came to the Criminal Prison Department in the night.

Walking on the steps of the Criminal Prison Department, the footsteps were heard far away, forming a circle of echoes.

This was the first time Xu Qing came to the Criminal Prison Department at night. The surroundings were even darker, and only the lights on the walls at a distance emitted a dim glow.

In the darkness around, the firelight was insignificant.

Xu Qing looked calm and walked down the steps step by step. He didn't want to wait until dawn, because there was no difference between day and night for him.

But once time passed, he was worried that his memory would be blurred again, so he planned to take advantage of the reaction now and deal with it immediately.

He wanted to see the fourth to twelfth prisoners.

In this way, in this quiet and dark, Xu Qing came to the 57th floor of the Criminal Prison Department, came to the blue-black cell door of Ding Yisaner, raised his hand and pushed it open.

"Are there prisoners from the fourth to the twelfth?"

As the creaking sound echoed in the silence, Xu Qing walked in expressionlessly, and the door closed with a bang.

Ding one, three, two, as dark as ever.

The moment he walked in, Xu Qing felt that someone in the cage was looking at him, and at the same time, the figure of a little boy appeared beside him, with helplessness and concern in his eyes.

Xu Qing noticed it and frowned.

He came here this time just for this look!

When he checked the jade slip before, he found that there was no figure of the little boy in the photo, but he remembered the helpless look of the other party.

The figure came here late at night, and his purpose was to find out why the little boy's eyes were like this.

This was his only purpose.

"What is here?" Xu Qing raised his right wrist and looked at the little boy.

The little boy opened his mouth to say something, but no matter what he said, Xu Qing couldn't hear it, as if the two were separated by a time and space.

Even though Xu Qing tried many methods, such as writing, he still couldn't communicate with the little boy, until he finally felt that the sky outside seemed to be getting light. Xu Qing sighed and had to give up.

He looked up at Ding Yisaner, and his eyes swept over the fourteen prisoners. Everything was normal.

So he turned around and prepared to leave, but at the moment his hand touched the cell door, Xu Qing suddenly showed a trace of confusion in his expression.

"I came here late at night just to communicate with luck? This doesn't suit my personality!"

"Then I can do this during the daytime. Why come at night?"

"I seem to have forgotten something."

Xu Qing murmured, turned around and looked at Ding Yisaner, and it was the same as in his memory, without any change.

"No!" Xu Qing's eyes flashed with brilliance.

"My memory is not that bad, but I just can't remember it."

"Is it some kind of power that has affected me?"

"When I came here, I might not have been affected, so I came here, but I forgot my purpose when I entered here. Then, I should have found some clues."

As he looked, he suddenly raised his right hand to open the storage bag, rummaged inside, and after carefully checking every item, he took out a bamboo slip.

The bamboo slip was densely engraved with a lot of words.

Xu Qing frowned. He was familiar with the bamboo slip, but he didn't remember there were words on it, so he looked at it carefully, and as he looked, his expression changed.

"What are the fourth to twelfth cages?"

"The power of the gods?"

Xu Qing's mind was in turmoil. He was familiar with the handwriting, which was his handwriting, but the content was very unfamiliar to him. Finally, he suddenly looked up and looked around.

"It affected my memory?!" Xu Qing's eyes flashed with murderous intent. The third palace in his body suddenly vibrated, and the poisonous aura inside spread out and covered his whole body. Then he took a deep breath and used the power of the fourth palace for the first time.

That was the Purple Moon Palace.

Following Xu Qing's thoughts, the fourth palace trembled, and a ray of purple moonlight bloomed in Xu Qing's sea of ​​consciousness. While covering his whole body, his invisible status suddenly increased at this moment.

His expression became indifferent, with an empty look in his eyes. Although his appearance did not change, he gave people the feeling that he was no longer a human with emotions, but a god looking down on all living things.

In this posture, Xu Qing looked at Ding Yisaner again.

After taking a look, Ding Yisaner looked very different in his eyes.

This place was not black at all, but red, bright red, with blood all over the ground, walls, and cages, all bloody.

There was only one area that was emitting light, and that was beside him, where the little boy was.

Because they were very close, the light emitted from the little boy also enveloped Xu Qing.

He was in the light, and outside the light, in addition to the blood color, there was also a thick blood mist, as if it was about to invade, but was blocked.

Xu Qing was shocked, and he suddenly looked at the cage where the cloud beast was. Inside it was not a cloud beast, but a stone lion without a head!

The whole body was dark blue, emitting a strong ominous smell.

Then he looked at the cage where the human woman was. There was also a change there, as if the veil had been lifted, revealing the real scene. The woman inside was no longer beautiful, but a skeleton.

There was a huge scarecrow in the cage, all bloody, shaking and dropping countless weeds, turning into a small scarecrow, constantly devouring the woman's skeleton, spitting it out after eating, and reassembling it.

It seemed to be biting for generations.

Noticing Xu Qing's gaze, the huge scarecrow looked back at Xu Qing and grinned.

The cages that held the millstone and the head were also different from before. The millstone disappeared, and a huge water tank suddenly appeared in its place, exuding an ancient atmosphere. There was also turbid liquid in the water tank. A black lotus grew out, spreading countless branches and tendrils, which filled the cage. Many of them directly pierced into the head, making the head look painful. At this moment, the head noticed Xu Qing's gaze, but its expression was very strange, with helplessness, and a weak voice came out. "Only I haven't changed. I told you that I'm good." Xu Qing was silent, and his eyes swept across the other cages. Everything he saw made his mind stir up a huge wave. He didn't see the fourth to twelfth prisoners. He saw a huge finger that penetrated hundreds of cages. This finger exuded an indescribable divine power, and the flowing blood reflected the cell red. The blood mist and blood were all born because of him. That was the finger of the god. In the last cage, the old man of the Danqing clan, with a hideous face, a skinny body, and a naked half-god with bite marks all over his body, was drawing with his fingers.

In his cage, countless scrolls floated, so dense that they could not be counted clearly. The ground was also covered with abandoned paintings, and if you look closely, you can see that every painting inside was of Xu Qing!

Noticing Xu Qing's gaze, the old man turned his head and grinned.

"Good morning, Lord Guard."

These are the true appearances of Ding Yisaner.

There are not fourteen prisoners here, but six.

Xu Qing's face was gloomy. After staring at all this, he came to the place where the headless stone lion was. He raised his right hand and waved it, and the formation of the cage was opened. The stone lion collapsed and shattered with a roar.

Then came the scarecrow, which was also torn into pieces in the formation, and then the black lotus in the water tank and the head.

The head was crushed by Xu Qing's foot, and a sigh was heard before it dissipated.

"Why don't you believe me?"

The last one was the Danqing clan. Under the weird smile of the old man, Xu Qing flicked his sleeves, and a ball of fire whizzed past, burning everything.

After doing all this, he looked at the finger, was silent for a long time, and turned to walk out.

This finger is the real secret of Ding Yisaner.

What is finally imprisoned here is actually this divine finger, but Xu Qing doesn't understand why such an item is placed in the Ding area.

Xu Qing looked at the little boy, watching the light outside his body fighting against the bloody meaning of the divine fingers around him, and he suddenly understood.

"What the ancestor of the Vajra Sect said is wrong. The bad luck is not caused by the inability to bear the blessing of luck, but comes from the curse, the curse of the gods. The luck is here to suppress the curse."

"So the successive guardians will be indirectly affected by the curse and have bad luck."

"This is a cognitive curse. The way to break it is very simple. Just see through it all."

"So, you are the real guardian here."

Xu Qing spoke softly.

The little boy nodded.

Xu Qing walked to the cell door in silence, looked down at the bamboo slips in his hand, crushed them, and scattered them on the ground. This thing is no longer needed. He plans to quit Ding Yisaner's guard. This place is weird. Even if he sees through the cause and effect, he is unwilling to stay here any longer. So he restrained his own purple moon and poison ban and pushed open the cell door. As the door closed, Xu Qing took a deep breath and frowned.

"It's a pity that the little boy can't communicate, but he doesn't seem to have any ill intentions towards me, more of a curiosity."

"That's fine, but there are only fourteen prisoners in Ding 1, 3 and 2, which is a bit small."

Xu Qing pondered. He felt that he should find a way to add more. With this thought, Xu Qing gradually walked away. He wanted to see Kong Xianglong who was imprisoned here.

After Xu Qing left, everything in Ding 132 area was as usual.

The cloud beast is still chewing, the human girl is still coaxing the scarecrow to sleep, the millstone is still turning its head, the painting of the Danqing tribe has not disappeared, the old man is still there, sighing.

"Why is such a terrifying guy here? He wakes up every day. When did he become a

Head, it doesn’t matter if you remind us, he will kill us when he wakes up, and it doesn’t matter if we don’t remind him, he will wake up after every analysis. "

The head at Mopan screamed when he heard this.

"I'm more annoyed than you. Except for the first time this guy came, everything was normal. He woke up after the second time, and he wakes up every day after that. And every time he wakes up, he tramples me to death. He never changes!"

"I just invite people to step on me. I told him countless times not to step on me. Damn it, I have to kill him. No, Straw Hat will kill him. He is destined to die!"

In this commotion, the little boy's figure appeared at the cell door. He lowered his head and picked up the broken bamboo slips on the ground. After picking up the bamboo slips, he went to a hidden and undetectable corner of the cell and threw the bamboo slips over.

There is a pile of fragments of bamboo slips there.

There are writings on every fragment, all of which are Xu Qing's handwritings.

If you calculate it carefully, you can find that the number of these bamboo slips is only one less than the number of days Xu Qing came to visit.

Maybe tomorrow, there will be one more.

The little boy sighed, his body swayed, and he disappeared without a trace. He appeared outside Ding Yisaner and behind Xu Qing.

No one can see him, not even Xu Qing.

It followed silently, as if it had been following an agreement to protect Xu Qing in the county capital until the young lady who was willing to be friends with him arrived.

This is an agreement.

But it was a little troubled because it found that the person it wanted to protect no longer needed to be protected from the next day.

He saw through everything about Ding Yisaner that day, and also saw everything about himself. The resolution of his misfortune was not his own doing, it was him who broke it.

Therefore, every day he wakes up, becomes enlightened, and kills here.

And due to the influence of the gods and the repressive power of the Prison Department itself, he would forget every day.

What goes around comes around.

This is Ding Yisaner, and it is also the core of the Prison Department's strength.

Misfortune does not come from luck, it comes from curse, the curse of gods.

No one can bear it, only forgetfulness can determine the cause and effect.

I don’t know if Xiaomeng has written it clearly. Why don’t you do a data survey and cast a monthly vote for me if you understand.

I'll see how many monthly tickets there are tomorrow and I'll know how many people understand.

If there isn't much, it means that Xiaomengxin's writing failed. Then I may adjust the writing to be more straightforward, clear and careful later.

Xiao Mengxin looks at you very seriously.