Chapter 475 Sound
The sound seemed to come from a very far away place, passing through layers of obstacles and becoming blurry and incomplete.
Li Chuan holds the Tianyin Pot in his right hand and the Butterfly Spirit in his left hand.
He still felt sober.
With his mind sinking into it, the tree slowly unfolded from Butterfly Spirit's abdomen until it turned into a full moon in his palm. In the dark moonless night, the tiny moonlight illuminated the bluestones and dead trees in the courtyard.
Li Chuan took advantage of the butterfly spirit's light and looked around. It's mist, deep and shallow mist, just like in the abyss of the heart. No, no, he immediately denied his opinion. The fog in the abyss of his heart was disordered, and the fog in the courtyard changed into various strange shapes according to the pitch of the syllables, as if dancing a strange song. dance.
To find that voice, find where it comes from, and then find the demon.
Just do it.
He rubbed the Tianyin pot again, and the sound of the pot spread out in bursts. The sound also left a trace in the ripples. He controlled the ups and downs of the ripples to capture the sound, and gradually To get closer, to get closer to its ups and downs.
The mist gradually solidified in the ripples. They were sticky and connected drop by drop, falling from the sky. Li Chuan felt that he was the one holding the thread. The mist was being pulled by him, echoing the sound in the ripples, and the sound was also rushing into the ripples...
squeak.
There seems to be a rat barking.
Li Chuan suddenly remembered that he blew out the candles before going to bed.
It is an illusion.
He stopped all his movements.
The sound of the pot stopped, the full moon dimmed, and the mist enveloped Li Chuan's body layer by layer.
His whole body melted into the dark night.
He smelled the damp breath again. The tide climbed up from his feet and wrapped around his legs, waist, and chest like a snake.
He almost felt the snake spitting a snake message in his ear.
And he was thinking about something. When he was thinking about these things, the feeling of clarity disappeared and was replaced by drowsiness, which made him always fall into a sluggish state after thinking about something in general, and then struggle to remember again.
Qiufeng Village.
Number of people.
Ceremony.
Sound.
Ritual... This is a ritual... In this illusion, the demon is trying to pull him into this ritual. No, not only that, she wants him to complete this ritual. She wants to Want...
Then, Li Chuan realized that this mist was the demon spirit.
In his daze, he suddenly calmed down. The demon could not completely control him. The demons need his abilities. The demon cannot kill him.
Then what else is there to be afraid of? Just spend it.
Thinking of this, Li Chuan stopped thinking about other things, where he was now, and what other methods the demon spirit would use against him. He recited Mingheng's notes silently in his mind. When he was awake, he memorized more of it and verified it with some patterns in the Pattern Sutra. When he was groggy and sleepy, he repeatedly traced one of the imprints in his mind.
He calmed down, and his eyes gradually became brighter. The marks he traced seemed to penetrate the deep and shallow mist, displayed in front of him, shining on him, and the "pattern" when he was fatally attacked. The light that shone on him was somewhat similar.
The emotions were stripped away from him and he truly calmed down.
Li Chuan suddenly understood that Mingheng had not taken the wrong path. He had found a way to use the power of "The Classic of Patterns", but his time was too short.
In the light, he concentrated into a mysterious state. Finally this time, the fog began to decompose in his field of vision. He could see clearly that the structure of the mist was very much like Yuansi, with clusters of floc growing on it, and they were constantly rotating according to certain rules, thus taking on different shapes.
Large White Walker. Moreover, she is not afraid of sinking into the abyss of her heart. In this case, his methods are useless.
But he wanted to keep her. Keep her, lock her in the Ghost Sound Cave, or some other generous method, torture her, and kill all the remnants of the demon clan and the descendants of the god clan... Then, he can go back to Yunqiao Township and become a rich man. ……
Thinking like this, Li Chuan said: "In his steeple, I saw you and the high priest of the gods in the illusion of jade. Your plan has failed." He said it very difficult, something was entangled. On his neck, it was difficult for him to breathe and make a sound.
After finishing speaking, he waited for a long time.
The demon did not respond to him.
He said: "In total, this is the third time we have met?"
"No."
The ethereal voice reached Li Chuan's ears from a very far away and very close place.
Li Chuan felt the rope around his neck loosen a little.
The demon spirit said in his ear: "Every time you open the abyss of your heart, I am staring at you on the other side."
Li Chuan's body trembled, and he said: "My heart Yuan Haohan, you can’t do this.”
"I have been addicted to the abyss of my heart for thirty thousand years, and billions of abyss silks have been projected into the heavens, sending those spirits to the world." The demon said.
"White Walkers?" Li Chuan asked.
"You cut off those deep silks." said the demon.
Li Chuan thought about it and said, "Yes."
"From then on, those deep threads floated in the abyss of the heart, dissolving while, together with the spirit, surging towards everything. Wherever it goes," the demon said.
"So you can find me?" Li Chuan still didn't believe it.
The demon said: "Because one of them is connected to you."
"Impossible." Li Chuan was convinced that the demon was making it up.
Then he felt a moist breath blowing on his face.
The demon seemed to have switched to the other side. She said: "If you were not the strange ghost in your mouth, how could you sink into the abyss of your heart without dissolving?"
"There is power protecting me, and I can also see Yuansi. Why don't you pull out the one connecting me and show me?" Li Chuan said.
"There is another piece of evidence." said the demon.
"What evidence?" Li Chuan asked.
“You can hear that sound,” said the demon.
“As long as the sound exists, it is possible to be heard.” Li Chuan said: “You have to make me suspect that I am a White Walker, you are just trying to trick me into doing things for you.”
"No, I want to help you see clearly your true face." The demon said.
"See clearly, what good do I do? Can I command the remnants of the demon clan? Can I sit on the mountain of gold and silver, holding it in my arms?"
"No." said the demon spirit. .
Li Chuan felt the tide leave his body, the mist gathered, and gradually formed a human shape, which was the demon spirit he had seen by the Dark River in the Heart Abyss.
"So even if what you say is true, why should I be more truthful?" Li Chuan asked.
"Listen to that voice, listen carefully." the demon said.
The voice gradually became louder in my ears.
(End of this chapter)