Chapter 94 Descend

Author: Going to the Winter

Chapter 94 Descend

The purple void was pulled backwards.

Yi Cha returned to the deck of the suffocation night, in the bizarre turbulence.

"Ahhh! You're just gone. Man." Naruf prompted this important message.

"Can you control the direction of the suffocation night?" Yicha did not continue the topic and moved to the bow.

Nesse's matter almost came to an end and soon disappeared in his mind. Things that needed to be arranged.

"It's better to land near my courtyard. We need a body, at least two. There are some familiar guys around that to borrow the bodies of the guys I know. Most of them won't have any opinions."

"No problem." Naruf made a gesture casually.

Described the coordinates with a check, and continued to move forward, stopping behind Diapolo sitting on the swing of the bone noose.

The girl's thin and soft black curly hair trembled in the air.

"Boss." She saw him without looking back.

He hadn't figured out what to do with her.

The black shadow has been dissolved in the Forgetful River. If "dissolve him in the end" refers to the black shadow, then the mysterious result of "diverging the final chaos attack" should have also happened.

What happens to the son of hell?

No matter what, she cannot be allowed to fall into Bethibu's hands. The King of Demons may have discovered that the Son of Chaos is missing. When you go back, you must be prepared to seek it again.

"Now there is nothing to bother you. What are you going back and going to do?" Yi Cha thought about it and asked. The daughter of hell has been free from the trouble and he wondered if she had any clear intentions.

"I don't know." Diapolo kicked his legs in the wind, and countless little hands formed by the waves of Forgetful River quickly passed under her hooves. She dodged from time to time. "I only know how to prophecy. Just follow the prophecy. You are the first one to respond to the prophecy. So I follow you. Boss."

"What should I do according to the prophecy?" he decided to ask directly. Is the son of Hell really ignorant?

"I don't know." Her voice was crisp and she smiled. "But I always think I will know then. Isn't it good now?"

That's pretty good then.

"Do you know what you are?" The key is not what she is - all hell knows what she is. The key is whether her angle can reveal something else.

Diapolo grabbed his head. "I am a sheep?"

“How to say it?”

"It feels like. Boss. Oops."

She stretched out a small hand, grabbed it in the wind, and giggled twice. "It feels like. I have to see some things before I know what they are. Some things I don't know what they are when I see some things. That's it. Boss. What about you? What do you think I am?"

After checking, I sat next to her.

Diapolo's delicate face had a strange, sleepwalking smile.

"You are the son of hell - a small piece of it, or a condensed body, in short, have a direct connection with hell. You are not a demon, maybe even a creature. Your form is different from us. It is a unique form."

He told the truth, pointed a finger at himself, then pointed to Naruf behind him, and said patiently:

"And we are all the same creatures. So we have some common points. Everyone knows these things and thinks they are indeed the case, so we record these common points. We call this "consensus". When new individuals appear, consensus can be used as a "reference" to judge this new guy. For example, if you have no such consensus has been formed yet, there is no reference. So not only do I not know what you are, I cannot judge. Other demons do not know what you are. They cannot judge either."

He spread one hand out, "That's it."

"It seems very scary." The girl blinked the flames' eyes, and the smile on her face became blank. "I think it's good to be like you. But you just say I'm different. What does it mean? I can't understand what you're talking about. Boss."

Pause for a while, and then said:

"You have unique power. Where we are, you can do things that no other demon can do. There is no need to be afraid of anything."

"Ahhh." Diapolo was happy. "That sounds good."

To see the bright eyes of the son of hell.

"Don't be easily manipulated. Everyone is the same," he said.

“What does being manipulated mean?”

"Just listen too much to other guys. Don't you have a 'feeling'? When you feel something is wrong, just think about it."

"Help me all! If you don't, tie yourself to the mast!" Naruf's loud voice came from behind, "We are ready to descend!"

There was nothing to ask. Yi Cha stood up and walked back. There were still a few missing places that he had not had time to browse.

A small bump came, and he and Naruf pounced at the same time.

"Boss." Diapolo suddenly shouted behind his back.

"What?" he turned around.

"I thought about it." The daughter of hell curled up her legs, put her chin on her knees, and her eyes flashed. "I think it's not bad to listen to you. It doesn't seem like she's being manipulated."

"It's true now. This is the result of your thinking." Yi Cha grinned. "Keep thinking."

"Okay."

Diapolo shook his eyes at him.

"Catch it!!!!" Naruf shouted again.

At the same time, the suffocation night suddenly folded down, rushed downwards and almost threw Yi Cha ling.

Screaming into your ears.

It did not find its ears. So it poured into every part of its soul.

"Wow!!!!" Diapolo sat on the swing of the bone sculpture happily, the sling was still vertically down, and the sudden change in angle had no effect on her.

"We can land a little more smoothly. That won't be much slower." Yi Cha held the mast with both hands, dragging his body in the strong wind, completely parallel to the deck.

"Of course, good guy!!" Naruf grabbed the rudder and pulled it into a flag of soul--a little longer than Yicha,

"But, I've wanted to try this a long time ago!!!" the captain laughed.

"Go ahead at full speed!!!"

Go forward at full speed.

The airflow with complex compositions rolled around. All the outlines made a ignition-like friction sound.

The entire ship became an arrow with a clear direction and shot downwards.

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"If a comrade thinks that ghosts are souls, friends in the killing realm will be the first to say that this is a big mistake.

In their eyes, the soul is an unreasonable appendage—usually attached to positive energy creatures or material creatures and a very few law creatures. The ghost is a noble, pure, and complete negative energy creature. The difference between the ghost and the soul is as obvious as the difference between the weevil and the quadrant meteor shower. They hate other creatures’ confusion of these two concepts.

It is very simple to incite a ghost: just say the word "ghost ship" to him.

If this ghost gentleman (yes, call them sir. This is the only correct name.) is not so angry that he blows your head out by this terrible insult, he will tell you that it is called the ship spirit. It is also a kind of unreasonable appendages and souls that cannot exist independently.

It must be admitted: this is a bit extreme. But it is also true."

——"Introduction to Biological Classification"

I am going to enable the word "comrade". Because most of them are non-human, when I write, I encounter words such as "some people say", "people", "no one thinks", etc., and every time I write it, it is as weird as if it has no eggs.

Sometimes I can use "existence", "individual" and "biology" instead, but these words are too cold and sometimes they are stiff when put into sentences. I often use "guys", but I can't use too much.

In the future, I will consider using "comrades" and "who". "A comrades emphasize that no one thinks these existences are serious guys."

Thank you for the reward from the book friend of the last number 4120~
Chapter completed!